It is hardly to be denied that the ongoing sexual revolution has been beneficial to a great many people in throwing off the debilitating and unhealthy aspects of the overly rigid Victorian moral code and in easing the repressively inhibited guilt-inducing restrictions of the Puritan ethic. In their zeal of offset the mistakes of the past, advocates of sexual freedom may sometimes go too far, ignoring the fact that freedom is essentially a matter of responsibility. That a man and a woman are totally responsible for their actions and beliefs, and thus, that they should have the freedom to do whatever they wish to with their bodies-so long as they do not harm others, and, by implication, also themselves-is generally accepted by sex researchers and psychologists. But the emphasis is almost invariably placed on the process of freeing oneself from the meaningless guilts or overly-repressive inhibitions. There is another side to the coin: one can go too far. It is wise to be reminded occasionally that there is a difference between sexual freedom and sexual license.
In her latest book, The Eager Innocents, author Grace Wilkinson illustrates this point vividly. To the outside world, Lita Romance-the world's most beautiful film actress-and her husband, Jed O'Brien-the virile, handsome actor-would seem to have .everything. They have beauty, talent, wealth, and the adulation of millions. It is almost like a fairy tale; but, where the fairy tale ends, " ... and they lived happily ever after," Ms. Wilkinson takes a close and terrifyingly clear look at what happens "afterwards".
The reader will perhaps be reminded of Diana Barrymore's autobiography, Too Much, Too Soon, as he reads The Eager Innocents. For the children of Lita and Jed are certainly examples of the danger of having too much, too soon. Lita and Jed love their children-fourteen year old Jill and fifteen year old Eddie-and they give them all the material things that they themselves were denied as children. Yes, they love them-but they are so involved with their own careers and pleasures that they never seem to have much time to spend with their children. But, as the reader will discover, their children change all that.
Lita and Jed have read books on child-rearing, and they try to do the best they know how. They cannot be faulted for their intentions, certainly. However, as many parents discover, children do not learn only in school or only what their parents wish to teach them. Learning is a continual process, and children learn not only by what they are told, but, as often, by what is not said; as often they learn by what they see done (or not done). Jill and Eddie are no exceptions. They learn as much by what they see their parents doing when Lita and Jed believe they are unobserved.
And perhaps the theme of the book is best summed up in the words of Lita herself. At one point, she says, "There's no reason we shouldn't have whatever we want! ... Is there?"
-The Publishers believe The Eager Innocents will be welcomed by the mature reader as a valuable addition to his library of contemporary mores.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jed's lean brown body cut easily and smoothly through the clear azure of the swimming pool. Once around the oval shape and then once around in the other direction. His longish blond hair clung close to his head, the deep blue eyes were mostly closed as he swam. It was early morning in Los Angeles and the most popular new male star of the moment was going through what amounted to a rising ritual. Later there would be coffee, a joint perhaps, and he would join Lita in their oversized bed, waking her up in the manner she most liked. It was a good life, especially now, being on top, he and Lita both top drawing cards, able to command almost any salary they wanted. Jed thought of that now, as he often did, and reminded himself of his early, humble beginnings, thinking of that lonely, searching boy he'd been, wandering up and down the coast after he left home at sixteen, and finally lucking out.
And look at me now, he thought, Jed O'Brien. Almost a household word. He'd been working at it for a long while, but it was all finally paying off. What a feeling, thinking about all those schmucks who'd tried to screw him up, including his own father. Well, they were eating crow now, every single one of them.
These satisfying ruminations were interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing. Jed let it ring, enjoying the feel of it, remembering how for years he used to jump at the sound, biting his nails, wondering if he was going to get work, wondering what bad news was coming his way via the telephone.
When finally it had rung enough times, Jed slipped up out of the water. This was his private line, and none of the maids or secretaries who came and went in the household answered it. Jed guessed that it would be his agent.
"Jed, where the fuck have you been? I've ' been trying to reach you all night. Finally got up at this ungodly hour, figured you'd be in the pool as per usual!" his agent barked.
Jed looked at his waterproof watch. 10:00 am. For Hollywood that was like the crack of dawn. Jed liked being up when everyone else was asleep though, even when he'd been out the night before.
"We were out bowling with Paul Newman," Jed said, "What's up, Mort?"
"Paul Newman is in London now, you bastard, I can imagine what you were doing! But wait 'til you hear this!"
Jed prepared himself for good news, as he squinted into the brightening sun above the full-leaved trees of his property. His lean jaw and fine aquiline features were set in an expression that would have sent shivers up and down the spines of a multitude of teeny-boppers had it been captured on film. Jed was thinking of what it would be like to awaken Lita this morning, not only with the good news he was about to get, but with the raging hard-on that he suddenly had.
"What would you say to 750,000 and 5% of the gross for each of you ... that's 10% to Jedli Corporation and a million five hundred thou, baby, in case you can't count! You have complete script control of course, and the picture will be done in Switzerland, just when you're ready to go next September." Mort Kline was breathless, he'd worked his ass off for this one, but any producer in his right mind would know that having both Lita Romance and Jed O'Brien in a picture at this point in their careers would break all the box-office records.
"Great Mort, that's just fine. Tell 'em O.K. and we'll be available next week for signatures."
"O.K. sweetheart ... you don't know how I worked to get this ... no one else has ever...."
"Listen, Mort, don't brag to me until you're getting for us what Liz and Dick get. Then I'll be impressed!"
Mort laughed, but he felt the usual surge of anger at Jed's casual attitudes. Most of the time he could look at it philosophically; after all, he was making a hell of a lot of money out of the O'Briens, and he was going to make a hell of a lot more.
"So long, Jed, I'll be getting back to you," he said jovially, even though he could hear that Jed had already said good-bye and was hanging up the receiver.
Jed's smooth muscular body had almost dripped dry without the benefit of a towel. He liked to have the air dry his deeply tanned skin, and it was only as he started toward the house that he grabbed the thick white towel that lay across the lounge chair by the phone, and began to dry his golden blonde hair. Lita would not like to have his wet hair in bed with her, he knew. She'd tossed him out before when he'd arrived dripping from the pool. The handsome male star knew though that this was one morning when Lita would welcome him, wet hair or not ... especially when she felt how stiff and hard he was, and when she heard the news he had to tell.
The spacious bedroom was dark, all the curtains of the large floor-to-ceiling windows being drawn. The familiar scents of incense that had been burned in the earlier hours of the morning, along with Lita's special perfume met Jed's nostrils as he entered and headed for the bed. Various articles of his wife's clothing were still strewn about the deeply carpeted floor, and Jed's tux was crumpled in a comer. It had been some party they'd attended the night before, Jed recalled, but the real party had taken place when they got home. Both high on champagne and marijuana, several "final" Irish coffees and a Grand Marnier, it had been hard to hold back from getting at each other during the long chauffeured ride home. In fact they had not really held back, the chauffeur had seen them at it before, and neither Lita nor Jed particularly cared that he was a silent motionless witness to their private passion. But what they'd really wanted was bed, and they'd saved most of it until they got home.
Jed stood over the still figure in the bed. Lita's shapely body was wrapped in the violet sheets, and she lay curled into herself like a cat. Her strawberry-blonde hair fanned out over her naked shoulders as the perfect face and features remained composed in sleep.
Christ, she is beautiful, more beautiful than ever, and he and Lita had been married for over fifteen years now. They had a daughter fourteen and a son fifteen years old, still Lita looked like a fresh young girl, with the same smooth soft skin and clear complexion of her early teenaged days, and the same charming and voracious appetite for sex that made them such a perfectly matched couple.
As Jed often said in the company of close friends, "Next to making money, Lita likes fucking best!" But they both knew that it was a combination of the two attributes that had kept them together all this time while marriages were being created and broken all around them. They supported each other in the low moments of their careers. When Jed was on top, Lita refrained from being jealous, and when Lita was on top, Jed did the same. It had paid off, and now, they were both where they'd known all along they belonged. Both were recognized now, not only as pretty faces, but also as fine actors.
Lita was sure to be nominated for an academy award for her latest movie, and Jed had just received the Golden Globe Award for his performance in a science-fiction film that had been converted from a prize-winning novel.
"We're good, baby...." Jed said now, looking at the lovely sleeping form of his wife. The lightweight covers only served to emphasize the exciting naked body underneath, and the fact that Jed had perused and enjoyed this body many times over the years did not in the least detract from his attention to it at the moment.
Lita stirred, seeming to realize in her sleep that she was being watched. Her long fingers flexed, the shell-colored nails trailing lazily along the silk of the sheet as a sigh escaped her parted lips. Jed watched spellbound as his wife's shapely legs moved beneath the covers, stretching downward, the toes pointing to the bottom of the bed, as Lita arched her back, jutting the full perfection of her breasts forward. The upward motion of her arms allowed the sheet to fall away, and the large twin mounds of flesh, pale and smooth as satin, each crowned with a rosette of cherry pink became visible.
Jed couldn't wait any longer. He stood tensed above her, standing there beside the bed, his lean body naked and filled with longing, his loins aching with desire as though he had never desired Lita before, as though he had never desired any woman before. The thick shaft of his fully erect penis quivered lustfully in anticipation of what was to come as Jed knelt down on the bed and climbed in beside his wife. Pulling the sheet over both of them, he found the warm muskiness of her nakedness, and thrust the hard muscularity of his body against it.
His hands found the tender flesh of those magnificent breasts, cupping and holding, caressing and fondling them, enfolding the sensitivity of the stiffening nipples between them and forefinger of each hand. He brought her back against him, feeling the cushiony softness of her ass-cheeks molding to his tingling loins as the pulsing shaft of his masculinity slid between them so that the full length of his cock nestled within the slit of her creamy buttocks.
"Ooooooooh, Jed!" Lita cooed. How wonderful to awaken with the full surge of desire racing through her, the hot feel of her husband's hands upon her waiting flesh, the inner desire already mounting, reaching to meet his.
His tongue was hot in her ear, hot and wet and wildly impossible. It created insane feelings within her and she squirmed to get away, but he held her fast, wanting those sensations to mount until Lita couldn't stand it any more.
Lita's eyes sprang open, and then closed to mere slits as she felt the twin mounds of her buttocks spread by the hard ramrod of Jed's pulsating cock. He was moving rhythmically against her, pushing his legs against the back of her own, while his fingers at her breasts made her want to die, to melt into a little quivering pool of desire right there in the bed. But that wasn't all Lita wanted to do. Already the fine contours of her nakedness shivered and trembled. The face that had adorned so many magazine covers was transformed by the waves of desire mounting within her. The perfectly formed thighs, firm and yet of a satisfying fullness, rubbed together sensuously, and the tight triangle of her quivering cunt became a focal point for her yearning.
"Oh, Jed, Jed," she murmured, softly. "I do love you ... I do," she sighed, "Oh God how I want you!"
"I know," Jed replied. "I know, but not yet. You don't want it bad enough yet. Feel how hard it is? Harder than a rock. Harder than it's ever been. How's it gonna feel fucking in your pussy. How's it gonna feel to cream all over it?"
His voice hissed wetly in Lita's ear; and it seemed to penetrate her, to take hold of her, turning her into a frenzied creature who could no longer fully control herself. It was an old game, one of many that she and Jed played, but it was one of her favorites.
"Oh, God, Jed, oh God!" she cried. His hands moved slower over the swollen mounds of her breasts, softer and more sensuously. The excited blonde movie-star thrust her buttocks backward to meet each forward thrust of her husband's loins. But that thick staff of male flesh was not penetrating her, was only-lying there between the cheeks of her nether flesh, teasing, and giving a steady friction that grew more and more stimulating yet did nothing to appease the hunger it was creating.
Lita's hands went back behind her, moving down to clutch at the heated staff of Jed's lust-engorged penis. Just touching the hard rubbery flesh made her gasp. Jed was still whispering those things into her ear, waiting for her response, all of his body, even down to his nakedly thrusting cock, like one big question mark.
"Jed, you've got to give it to me now!" Lita said, her voice low and strained.
"Give you what ... where?" Jed asked, lewdly.
"Your cock ... you bastard ... your cock in my hole!"
"That's more like it, baby. Tell me all about it. Let me know you want it. Tell daddy."
"Fuck me, Jed!" Lita sighed. Oh God, another time she'd get back at him. She'd have him begging her. She'd tie him down while he was asleep, and tease him until he couldn't stand it any more!
"You can do better than that!" Jed's tongue traced wet lines of heat along the nape of her neck, and forward beneath her ear, and then he was nibbling, nuzzling, biting softly.
"Christ, fill me! Put it in my cunt, do it to me. Fuck me so hard I can't stand it any more. Let me feel it go all the way in, all the way up inside. Make me scream, hurt me, tear me apart! Oh goddamn it, you cocksucker, screw me and hurry up!"
"No ... not yet!" Jed's voice was husky with desire, as he pulled harder against his wife's softly yielding breasts, and suddenly tumbled them both backward off the spacious bed onto the lush pile of the carpeted floor.
"OH!" Before she could speak, Lita was being grabbed up and carried across the room. Her long blonde hair hung down as her head bobbed helplessly, her entire weight shifting uneasily in her husband's strong arms.
"Jed! JED!" she gasped. But then she realized where he was taking her. Soft jets of warm water began to cascade against her, as Jed gently set Lita on her feet. It was a shock at first but then it felt soothing and good. Jed's strong brown arms were around her, and the water was rushing over and against them, now coming from all sides after Jed closed the glass-paned door. The strength of her desire seemed multiplied by hundreds as she felt the tensed masculinity of Jed against her, the quivering hardness of his penis thrust impatiently against her glistening white belly, and nervously Lita parted her long lithe thighs as she pressed closer, her lips uptilted to receive Jed's open-mouthed kiss.
"Oh darling, darling," she muttered into his mouth. "Oh God!"
* * *
Ed had been awake for some time. The cook was making him breakfast in the kitchen and while he waited for the waffles and sausage to be finished cooking, the fifteen year old boy wandered aimlessly around the separate suite that was maintained for himself and his younger sister. Jill hadn't gotten up yet, and Eddie was bored. Not that his sister was all that much fun, but she was better than nothing. Boring was what life had become for Eddie, recently anyway, ever since he'd started going to that new professional school, with all the new kids that he didn't even know yet. Most of the time, he chose to stay at home, and the regulations of the school were such that if he didn't feel like going he didn't have to. He was plenty smart, his dad told him, anyway, smart enough to miss a few days from school every now and then. And if there was any work he fell too far behind in, Eddie knew that his parents would get him a tutor and it would all turn out all right. Until such time as he found a good friend at the new school ,then, Eddie felt perfectly justified in his aimless behavior. No sense in making things too easy for the grown-ups around him. Make them feel guilty about sending him to the professional school ... make them think he cared about it more than he really did.
Actually, being bored had become almost as interesting as whatever state he'd been in before he became aware of boredom. Perhaps it had come about because Eddie always heard his mother using the word. It was usually about boring people, and boring things, like nightclub acts and movies and TV shows. Rarely was it about Lita herself being bored. Eddie sat in the sunny window seat of his room, gazing disconsolately into the garden. Thinking about his mother made him feel even more restless than before. Recently, he'd been filled with a new feeling about the lovely Lita Romance, his own mother, and he was trying to cope with these feelings and to understand them. Both he and his sister resembled Lita more than Jed, and both Jill and Eddie had inherited the more subtle characteristics of their mother's facial structure. Both blonde, lighter than either father or mother, the children were perfectly angelic looking, though of such strong natures that both parents often wondered just where they had come from.
Eddie thought about that last movie his mother had been in. They'd seen it in the private screening room downstairs. Always before, Eddie had loved seeing her larger than life, more
1 beautiful than any other woman in the world, high up on the big screen. But this time, as if for the first time, even though he knew he'd known it all along, Eddie felt a hideous anger that hundreds of thousands of people could see his mother the way he was seeing her. And especially in that scene where she'd taken off all her clothes, even though you saw her for a brief flash of a second only, and then the other actor with her had covered her over and the two of them had disappeared into the shadow of the bed. Eddie had found himself wanting desperately to see just what happened next, but the screen had become blurred and the scene had shifted to another part of the story. Eddie could still remember how bitter his mouth had tasted at that moment, and how his heart had thudded in his chest until he'd thought it would burst. It was only when the lights went on and he saw his mother and father sitting at the rear of the screening room in their comfortable lounge chairs that he had felt better. She was his mother after all ... and no matter what she did, or who saw her on the screen, or even in person, nothing could change that!
Still and all, thinking about it now, Eddie felt compelled to get up and go out of his room. The cook was humming in the kitchen. He wouldn't be missed for a while anyway. He and his sister, Jill, were not permitted in their parent's section of the house before noon. It was about 11:00 am, and yet Eddie found his footsteps taking him unerringly in the direction of his mother's and father's bedroom.
The forbidden nature of what he was doing, plus the confusing fact that Eddie didn't know why he was doing it created a sense of apprehension and excitement inside the fifteen year old boy that grew to enormous proportions as he paused just outside the large oak door.
The finely polished carvings upon the door were of men and women gamboling through fields and trees, all naked and smiling, all as beautiful as his own mother and father; and the boy studied them now, realizing that he had come to look at his mother, perhaps as she slept, and could not see him. This wonderful secret thought was what prompted the teenager to turn the handle of the door, and to push the door silently open just enough so that he could slip inside.
The darkened room smelled promisingly of his mother, although his father's scents and habits were not missing, and Eddie padded across the entranceway and stood peering into the darkness of the inner sanctum of his parents' bedroom. It was not immediately apparent that the crumpled bed was empty, but gradually Eddie's eyes became used to the dim light, and within moments after that, he was aware of the sound of his mother's voice coming from the direction of the bathroom to the left and at an angle from the bedroom.
"Jed, Oh JED!"
Something about the tone of his mother's voice made Eddie catch his breath. He had heard her voice like this before, but only when he knew that she was acting. Somehow, he suspected that that was not the case now.
On tiptoe, he approached the bathroom, and seeing that the door was ajar, got down on the floor and crawled closer. Just the top of his head and his eyes would have been visible had anyone been watching, but no one was. Jed O'Brien and Lita were thoroughly involved with each other and would never have imagined that their young son was able to see their every move at this moment.
Lita was standing, nakedly wet and glistening, her smooth breasts, hips and thighs seemingly made for the adulation of millions, but now receiving in queenly fashion the homage of the one man she loved, her husband. The clear glass shower stall surrounded the ardently aroused couple and created for them a world of erotic excitement, a world in which Lita felt that she was spinning, as in a whirlpool. And the middle of the whirlpool contained the ultimate goal. She could feel Jed's hands moving on the full-blown surfaces of her tingling breasts, on her shoulders and arms, massaging at the back of her neck beneath the weight of wet golden hair, moving along her spine, up and down each little bone.
He began to kiss her every place he had touched with his nervous roving fingers, and his lips felt warm, and obscene against the wetness of her nakedly trembling body. She found herself curling closer to him, wanting to get as near as possible, like a small kitten snuggling up to its owner.
Jed manipulated his wife's breathtakingly beautiful body as he wanted ... examining her with minute detail, trailing his lips and tongue along her large up-pointed breasts, sucking at the berry-like nipples, tasting her willingness like victory in his mouth.
"Oh!" Lita kept crying out in muted, startled delight as Jed continued to arouse her beyond all the breaking points she thought she had attained. Although Jed touched and kissed her gently curving belly while the water splashed against his face and on his head, Lita was acutely aware that her husband never went any lower ... never approached the already damp triangle of silken blonde between her trembling thighs. He was silent now, serious, as though he were following a prearranged plan, some secret, treasure map of her nakedly quivering body. Then suddenly his lips trailed lower, his tongue sliding and flicking nudging against her flesh. Lita felt her long, shapely legs being slowly spread even farther apart and suddenly Jed was kneeling down before her. The beautiful mother's breath came in jagged rushes now as, unaware that her every shiver was being watched avidly by her teenaged son, she felt the soft exposed center of her hair-rimmed cunt pulsing with anticipation.
At the doorway, a scant few feet away, young Eddie gasped with a kind of rushing terror and excitement. Watching his mother and father, those two giants who regulated his life, seeing them like this, kissing and fondling, touching! It was something he'd never really thought about.
.. that his parents might behave just as they often pretended to behave with strangers in movies. Oh he had heard of sexual intercourse, and learned all the basic facts, but this erotic scene seemed to have little to do with any of that! Most of all, it was his mother's face, that expression of utter delight, of total submission, that shocked him beyond belief. He had always known that his mother loved his father ... but this much?
The very idea was so threatening that Eddie felt as though he were falling down a bottomless pit, even though he could feel the warmth of the carpeted floor beneath his cheek. Try as he might to look away, the fifteen year old kept his eyes trained on the lewd spectacle in the shower stall. His thudding heart pounded so loudly that Eddie was fearful that it might be overheard by his parents, but he had nothing to fear on that score. Both his mother and father were beyond hearing anything but the rush of water and the throbbing of desire within their own nakedly glistening bodies.
Jed found his wife's body more and more beautiful each time he touched it, and she was always far more graceful and exciting than his memory of her. He knew now that this morning's celebration was going to be one of the best. One of the very best.
His face, the same famous image that was being shown that very moment in theatres around the world, now approached the thick golden-haired mound of Lita's waiting pussy. Eagerly, he flicked out his tongue, parting the thinly curling pubic hair and penetrating the small, already pulsating slit of his wife's nakedly open cunt.
"AAAH...." Lita gasped, jerking a little at the hotly searing contact. Jed held her firm, his arms clasped around her softly spread ass-cheeks, drawing her closer to his open mouth, worming his tongue slowly inward and making a sharp spear with the tip. It was soft and yet hard against Lita's delicate cuntal lips and Jed could feel the seeping secret warmth of his movie star wife's excitedly aroused pussy covering his lips and nose. She tasted so good!
"Oooooooooh," she moaned, feeling her legs trembling so that she had to cling to her husband's head for support. Jed could feel her entire body beginning to jerk and quiver with each teasing stroke of his tongue up between her creamy open thighs. He breathed deeply into the widespread area of Lita's openly exposed pussy, savoring her sexual flavor, rolling his tongue about in the moist confines of her narrow pulsing lips, letting the flat of his tongue brush again and again over the quickly rising hardness of her tiny throbbing clitoris.
"Love to kiss it, love to kiss it!" he muttered into her willingly presented pussy. "Let me kiss it good!"
"Oh yes, yes...." Lita moaned softly, "Yes!" Her head snapped back and she received the full even jets of water over her closed eyelids, welcoming the sensuous feel of the cascading water over her mouth and lips, while below the soft hair-fringed folds and crevices of her satin smooth inner pussy responded willingly to her husband's expert tongue. Her hands reached down and tangled into his fair hair, pulling the wet strands taut; tugging and pulling as the anguish of her desire built with each moment.
Hungrily, Jed mouthed the moist area of his wife's wildly straining pussy, noisily forming a gentle sucking action by pursing his lips, creating lewdly wet sucking sounds, hungrily licking at her, enjoying his obscenely pleasurable task, waiting for her to cum.
He could feel his thickly swollen cock tensed and hard waiting for its turn at this delightfully young cunt, waiting to crawl up between these shivering legs and enter the secret pink vaginal flesh that he continued to lewdly suck. Her long excitedly tensed thighs were spread wide, her two well-pedicured feet bracing at either edge of the shower stall. What a picture they would make! Jed thought, recalling his long held desire to make a very private film with Lita. And if he had been able to make a film at that very moment, the camera could have taken in everything that his young fifteen year old son was watching right now, down to the throbbing thick veins on Jed's intensely erect penis.
There by the door, Eddie sighted his father's rampant member, and tentatively reached his hand down to his own young penis. It too was hard, like a rock, and just to touch it made it tingle all the more. He knew that he ought to remove his hand from his pants, but he couldn't. It felt too good. His pajamas and robe parted easily to allow access to his own private fumblings and the bitter-sweet sensations rose from his untested loins as he continued to watch his mother and father with an interest that grew more and more excited. He saw his father's big hands reaching up to grab the large tender mounds of his mother's breasts. Beautiful breasts that his mother had told him he'd sucked as a baby, but which were now off-limits to him. Yet Eddie seemed to feel how they would be, through watching his father. They would be firm and pliable in his hands, while he growled into the already gyrating softness below his mother's beautiful belly. His hotly probing tongue would work steadily, just as his father's was doing, moving into the interior of that delightfully blonde "vee", from which he himself had once sprung. Did he not have some special claim upon that particular area of his mother, if not all of her? Did he not know the insides of his mother better even than his father?
Eddie seemed to be able to feel what it was like for his father's hotly probing tongue. It seemed that his own tongue was moving and slipping back and forth over the desire-engorged surfaces of his mother's cunt.
Oh Mother ... Mother ... he thought wildly, as his fingers slipped over the warm staff of his erectly quivering penis.
"MMMMMmmmmmmmmm," Lita moaned. She shuddered, her ravaged young pussy unable to bear a second longer of Jed's sensually unrelenting attack. Her deep blue eyes opened briefly, looking downward, seeing her husband's broad shoulders, the top of his head as it moved lewdly up and down and from side to side, busy at its pleasure-giving work. Then with a low groan from deep in her breast, with an outright wantonness that she and her husband both relished, she began to screw her loins forward, pushing steadily against his mouth as though she were trying to draw his whole tongue all the way up inside her hotly flooded pussy.
"OOOOOOOOoooooooooo...." she moaned, over and over, sighing as little goosepimples of lust formed on the smooth surface of her skin. Beads of perspiration formed and were swept away by the shower water as sobbing and trembling, completely out of control, Lita was caught in the midst of a wild stormy tempest. Her whitely straining thighs jerked upwards as with a low cry of total surrender she felt herself slipping down to the floor of the shower stall. Jed let her slide downward without losing a stroke of his agilely swiping tongue. When she reached the floor of the stall and sat with her back against the side of the pane glass in a semi-reclining position, Jed had just enough room to move between her upward moving legs, finding himself captured by them as her calves locked around the back of his neck. In a kneeling position before her, his hungrily nibbling mouth and tongue were still closer to the lewdly exciting turmoil that seethed inside Lita's wetly climaxing pussy.
All thoughts were erased from Lita's mind. She was his. ... utterly and totally his!
Jed O'Brien's mouth was attached to the most important part of her very being, her womanhood. They were performing a sacred, age-old ritual that was turning her into a veritable living goddess! Lita's shamelessly aroused body ground nakedly and voraciously upward, her hotly throbbing vagina presenting all its soft hair-fringed folds and crevices to the unmerciful licking and sucking of his wildly swirling tongue.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh MMMnnnnnn!" Each delicate ridge of flesh seemed to be melting wetly into his mouth, the warmth of his lips setting Lita's entire world to spinning, dazzling her with a fireworks display of tumultuous cumming. It felt so good that she couldn't stop squirming against him and against the panes of the shower stall ... she was a prisoner of the rapture building and building in her loins!
"Oooooooohhhh Jed, it's coming ... I-I'mmmmm cumming!" she whispered almost inaudibly.
Jed ground his mouth tightly down onto his wife's hotly seeping cunt, feeling the softly curling fleece of her open pussy brushing either side of his face. He let her vent all her lust against him, and then when she lay back exhausted, he quickly removed his mouth and kneeled up to her. Placing his lustfully hardened penis at the tight entrance to Lita's still orgasmically pulsing pussy, he pushed and then wormed his way slowly into her like a scalding hot poker, into her tight, but unresisting, cuntal sheath, letting his thick penis bore right up into her ... its massiveness forcing the slippery tautness of her soft pussy wider and wider with each second.
"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmOoooooooh! Yes, yes!" Lita sobbed and then words were lost in a jumble of sounds, as the tightly clinging interior depths of her open cuntal mouth were thoroughly penetrated by the hard, lust-engorged length of Jed's sturdily thrusting cock.
"You like it ... you like it baby?" he asked, hoarsely, lifting himself up slightly and moving nakedly up between the quivering movie-star's wide-held thighs. He pushed downward then and held his tensed cock at the tip end of her highly aroused hotly grinding pussy for a second, enjoying his wife's excruciating moans of pleasure, and then he lapsed into a relentless rhythm of fucking that made Lita hope it would never end.
The strawberry blonde's mind whirled unbelievably, her entire world being suffused with delight as she felt herself cuumming again, her orgasm exploding wildly around her husband's hotly driving hardness.
"Always ... I love you alwaysssssss," she hissed deliriously.
"Yeah, yeah, honey ... me too!" Jed replied, already feeling the tingling start of sperm within him. But he knew that it wouldn't be over so soon. No, this time he would make love to Lita at least once again before breakfast.
For the youth watching, this was more like what he had understood sexual intercourse to be, and yet, his parents' feverish frenzy had something so alarming about it that he wondered if they were quite normal ... like everyone else. Still, for all his fears and worries, Eddie could feel that his world was being transformed, even as his own young fingers moved steadily upon the burgeoning staff of his erectly quivering penis. It was good, so very good, that he could almost swear that it was his own pulsing organ that thrust heavily into the soft gaping slit of his mother's coral pink and golden-hair-fringed cunt! Back and forth, fit mimicking the lewd rhythm of his father's loins, the friction grew until the watching teenager could hold back no longer. Almost simultaneously with his father's explosive release taking place within the heated shower stall a few feet away, the boy felt the thin strains of his own sperm starting forth as his thickened shaft burst with overwhelming pleasure, sending glowing sparks of agonizing relief throughout his system.
"Mother...." he gasped, "Oh, mother ... how could you?"
CHAPTER TWO
Jill woke up late. It was fun to sleep as long as she wanted and then stay up at night as long as she could. Tomorrow maybe she would go to school. That would mean going to bed a little earlier, but not much. The pretty little blonde fourteen year old was convinced that nighttime was when most of the interesting things in the world happened. Already, by secretly staying up late long past Nannie's bedtime, she had discovered a number of fascinating things.
Once she'd watched from the back of the projection room while her mother and father and some friends of theirs looked at a movie called, Sally's Stirrups, all about a woman and a pony.
Her mother and father and the guests all had seemed quite amused at the things the woman did to the pony and even more so at the things the pony did to the woman. Jill still hadn't gotten over the sight of the male pony's big black penis sticking right up into the woman's naked behind while she bent over and called lovingly to it!
From the way the woman's eyes had bulged out, Jill thought at first that it was hurting her, but then the woman began to moan and roll her eyes around in her hear, shaking the entire lower half of her nakedly hunching body frantically, and Jill overheard her father say that the woman was really enjoying it.
"Amazing!" Jill whispered aloud as she thought about it now. Her white cotton nightgown was transparent as she stood at the big picture window looking out at the gardens behind the house. Also amazing had been the sight of her mother and father the night before or rather in the very morning hours, returning from a party. Jill hadn't actually been awake, but she'd trained herself to be a light sleeper, and the sound of the powerful motor of the chauffeur-driven car winding up through the driveway had wafted in through her open window. It was easy enough to slip out of her wing of the house to her parents' wing and to hide herself as she watched them enter the living room. Mother had started to do a funny striptease, helped by her father, and Jill had seen right away that they'd both had an awful lot to drink and smoke and maybe they'd taken some weird pills, too.
The little girl had watched the splendidly matched pair pet and fondle one another and listened to their excited cries. It was strangely exciting to see her own parents behaving in such a way.
"Oh honey, I wanted that nice big cock of yours inside me all night!"
"Well, we could have, you know...."
"Yes, but it's so much better here...."
"It's all yours, Lita baby, all yours...."
"Ooooohhhh...."
Unfortunately, the fourteen year old's curiosity-inspired vigil had been abruptly terminated as Jed and Lita disappeared into their bedroom, arms nakedly intertwined around each other. The big wooden door slammed shut with a disappointing finality as Lita's laughter pealed out and then they were gone.
Jill thought about it now, and her slender adolescent body shivered at the thought of what her movie-star mother and father might have done with each other in the bedroom where she could no longer see them.
Sexual intercourse is an expression of love and tenderness between a man and wife.
That was a quote from Jill and her brother Eddie's book on the "facts of life." However, a man had come up to Jill and a group of her friends just as they were getting out of school one afternoon before she'd run over to hop into the waiting chauffeured car. Quickly, he'd pulled open his raincoat, and Jill and the other girls with her had seen that the lewdly dangling flesh of the stranger's penis was exposed, hanging in a semi-limp state from the open zipper of his pants. His fingers fondled it obscenely, and the naked instrument jumped and jerked as the little girls stared at it with undeniable fascination.
But it wasn't so much the sight of the male sexual organs that stayed in Jill's memory now. After all, she'd seen her father naked many times. Her movie-star father hardly ever chose to wear any of the scores of bathing suits he owned while swimming unless there was a picture-taking session with reporters around.
No, it was the stranger's words that Jill could still hear, even as she moved into the large bathroom that separated her room from her brother's. The man's eyes had seemed to bulge abnormally as his tongue darted nastily across thick puffy lips.
"Fucking is fun if you start young!"' he proclaimed as though the words were pearls of wisdom that he was imparting to them.
Now it was really not much of a problem figuring out that "sexual intercourse" and fucking were one and the same thing; even though she was only ten at the time, Jill had had that one figured out for almost a year by then. The thing that interested her the most was the totally different approaches adults took to this activity. Sometimes it was spoken of almost in the same tone that one mentioned in church; sometimes it seemed a different thing entirely!
Jill was still pondering this state of affairs while brushing her teeth when Eddie burst in through the opposite door coming from his own adjoining room.
"Don't you ever knock?" Jill whirled to face her brother, her blue eyes flashing with anger. She hated having her mornings interrupted, and Eddie was so insensitive most of the time.
"I'm taking a bath!" Eddie declared, dashing to the big low tub that centered the room.
"Big deal!" Jill replied. She continued brushing her teeth but eyed her fifteen year old brother curiously in the mirror all the while. Never had she seen him so excited about the prospect of taking a bath! She suspected that he was up to something but decided to wait to find out what it was rather than saying anything now to bait him.
Leaving the bathroom, she returned to her room and dressed quickly, slipping on her favorite faded jeans and a yellow T-shirt that showed the small budding mounds of her young breasts in clear outline.
She felt dressed and prepared for any occasion, but she knew that a spot of breakfast would be beneficial no matter what was going to happen that day. She moved through the playroom and into the large kitchen where Nannie, who seemed to know that she was coming, had prepared a stack of waffles and sausages for her.
"Come on ... hurry up before they get cold. Your brother's already eaten ... eats like a bird sometimes, that child. Don't know what gets into him!"
Nannie's gray hair had come undone in wisps about her kindly face, and the older woman muttered to herself as she served the steaming plate to her young charge. She had long since ceased to question the odd hours and schedules kept by the two young people she'd taken care of now for eight years. Their time was practically their own, and especially now. that they were going to the new professional school, they were more independent than ever. Secretly, Nannie hoped that the children weren't really considering the same profession as their famous mother and father. She disapproved of all the frivolities of her employers' lives, even though she didn't know the half of them.
The older woman, whose name was really Mildred Sampson, tried to take her job in her stride however, especially since there was no other way she could think of to make the enormous salary she earned with Jed and Lita. She was saving up, and the way it stood now, she'd be able to buy herself a beach apartment in one of those new buildings within two more years. Certainly she could afford to put up with the kids shenanigans and her employers' whims for that much more time!
While little Jill sat and ate her waffles, Nannie watched the boy, Eddie come tearing back through the kitchen. And then to her surprise, moments later, he returned, pulling his mother in tow behind him. Lita Romance appeared in the doorway clad in a soft blue negligee that hid precious little of her curvaceous form but was somehow more sedate than some of her other outfits Nannie had seen. The older woman immediately smoothed her hair and straightened her mental attitude, bringing out her best smile for the beautiful blonde actress.
"Why Miss Romance ... I mean Mrs. O'Brien. What a surprise. Would you care for some more breakfast?"
Lita looked around the kitchen. Her son Eddie was waiting impatiently for her to follow him, and her daughter Jill was watching expectantly from the breakfast table. Lita swept over and kissed the young girl on the forehead, enveloping her in the softness of her perfume.
"No thank you, Nannie, we've just had the most scrumptious breakfast!"
"And that's not all we had," Lita thought, "That's not all that was scrumptious!" She was remembering the incredible shower that she and her husband had taken together, and every portion of her creamy white nakedness beneath her gown seemed to recall each detail of the magnificent loving she'd received only a short while ago. That plus Jed's news as they consumed hot croissants, cafe au lait and especially imported raspberry jam and butter in bed, had helped to put Lita in an excellent mood. The new contract was a coup no matter how you looked at it. Little Eddie had knocked and come into their room just as they were finishing breakfast, and Lita recalled now how Jed had removed his big hot hand from the nakedly quivering softness of her left breast beneath her silk robe as they greeted their fifteen year old son.
Lita supposed it was her exceptionally good mood that caused her to allow herself to leave the warmth and coziness of bed to accompany her son into his wing of the house. That plus some lingering guilt about the precious little time that she spent with her children. Today she figured, she would make up for it. He said he had something special to show her, some new toy, some kind of boat. Well, she'd just go along and see what it was, and later on she and Jed would go out to a late lunch on their own yacht.
"Well, let's go, Eddie. Show me your new toy!"
Eddie led the way back toward the bathroom where the tub had already been filled. He ignored his sister's strident high voice as he and his mother left the kitchen, "What toy?" and triumphantly though tremulously rejoiced in the fact that he was going to have his wonderful mother to himself for a little while. His heart was thudding unevenly as they entered the spacious bathroom, and Eddie carefully closed the door behind them.
There in the center of the huge sunken pool that they called the children's tub sat a small version of a cabin cruiser. It did not appear to be exceptional in any way although she had never seen it before, but the lovely blonde movie star tried to be enthusiastic anyway.
"Is this it, darling?" she asked in her most interested tone. Is this what you wanted to show me?"
Eddie looked at his mother, his eyes focusing on the now ruby red painted lips that he'd secretly seen pale and quivering with desire as they moaned out in ecstasy. Would that she could hear those tones in his mother's voice again ... but this time for him! He'd run from that secret scene after spying on his mother and father and after jumping back in his own bed for a while, had devised what he thought was a clever plan that would give him his mother's undivided attention for a while. Just what he would do was not quite clear, although a semblance of a decision was forming now that his mother was close, near, touchable, her presence seeming to fill the entire room with brightness.
"I have to get in with it to show you how it works, Mom!" he declared. Hastily, he began to take off his clothes. It means taking a bath at the same time, you see!" he said laughing. He could feel his mother looking at him in amazement as he nervously tore off the soft, lightweight shirt and the cotton denims that he wore, revealing the fact that he wore no underwear beneath the outer clothes he had donned especially for this occasion.
Lita was surprised by her son's spontaneous striptease and for a long moment was speechless as she tried to decide what attitude she ought to take. She often read books on child psychology prior to talking with her children, and this time she wished she'd looked up the chapter on fifteen year olds in her latest favorite book. As Eddie appeared completely naked before her, Lita couldn't help observing the fact that the boy had a well-proportioned body, much like his father, and she blushed and cast her eyes downward as she saw that his youthful penis was almost as ample as Jed's.
"Well!" she said, sitting down at the edge of the pool. Eddie was already jumping in as she trailed several long tapered fingers in the warm water. Eddie was talking excitedly about something. Lita presumed it was the boat as she drifted into a reverie, one she often had about her children and what they might be like as they grew older.
It was hard for her to think of this excited and flushed young boy becoming a man one day ... a man like his father who would be making love to women, who would no doubt have the same insatiable sexual appetite that Jed had! She felt unaccountably uneasy as she thought about this, and a vague jealousy swept over her as she thought of her boy with a woman, a woman who would touch and caress him as she had done his father this very morning. It didn't seem fair somehow!
"See, Mom ... see?" Lita looked, and there beside her son's slender chest, the small boat sputtered and started off. Directed by some signal that she could not detect, it began to circle and turn about the pool, creating a small wake of water behind it.
"Why, it's wonderful, Eddie!" Lita cried. Why should she let depressing thoughts creep in on her, she decided. She smiled and began to play with the boat herself, feeling that this was what Eddie wanted from her. As she knelt beside the low pool, bending over to reach for it, the full round shapes of her satin-soft breasts fell forward, pushing eagerly against the top of her negligee. Eddie let his gaze return again and again to his mother's perfumed bosom, and in his mind he made himself small, small enough to snuggle down into that deep crevice between the two oval shapes of naked flesh and dwell there forever.
A terrible feeling came over him at the thought of that special place of his mother's voluptuous body and of other special places that he had seen in a new light, some for the very first time, earlier that morning. Beneath the water he could feel the youthful staff of his penis rising precipitously to a raging hardness. His face was flushed a deep red as he hoped that the sight of his rampant young cock would remain hidden from his mother since that part of him was under the water of the pool. Back and forth the boat went, and Lita became more and more absorbed in the game, beginning to pay no attention to the fact that the water was splashing on her gown, wetting the already flimsy surfaces of the thin material and turning it to a translucence that clung to her flesh, making delightful spots of clearly visible nakedness available to her young son's hungrily searching eyes.
From time to time, as surreptitiously as he could, the fifteen year old felt compelled to let one hand drift below the surface of the water to calm his aching hard-on. But his own fingers did little to calm him, creating instead an urgency about the entire situation that was about to reach a crisis state.
"Oh Mother ... Mother...." Eddie cried as he fell back against her. "Don't you want to come in with me?" Lita's arms went down to caress the naked torso of her young son as he pressed against her kneeling form.
"No ... no, I don't think so, darling ... I've already had a shower this morning." Lita's mind dwelled lovingly upon the eroticism of her morning shower, and as she absent-mindedly patted and smoothed her son's naked torso, she tightly pressed together the folds of her tingling pussy, quivering with a remembrance of the desire that had been so resolutely fulfilled by her husband's surging penis.
"Mmmmmm...." she moaned to herself, her blue eyes glazed over and slightly out of focus as the renewed sensations of lovemaking spiralled throughout her system. She hardly noticed the wild path of the madly careening little toy boat in the middle of the pool, nor did she notice that Eddie was gazing raptly upon her soft r features as her fingers soothed at his naked chest.
The excited teenage boy dared not move for fear that he would disturb his mother's reverie. Whatever happened, she must continue this delightful stroking! The feeling of her hands upon his wet and glistening skin gave him a most unusual feeling. An acute anticipation mingled with an imperative awareness of the "now." Conflicting emotions and sensations surged and plummeted within his young frame. At moments, he loathed the sensation of those beautifully manicured fingers, and then the feeling was so filled with pleasure that he had to catch his breath to keep from fainting.
Lita was thinking of the picnic lunch that she and Jed would take out to the yacht with them. The sun would be hot, the chicken cold and crispy, Salvatore the chef would make her favorite potato salad, an excellent Chablis would be chilled to perfection. Jed's body would lie nakedly close to hers as they sunbathed integrally unclothed. Life was beautiful-to be beautiful as well as rich, to be well-fucked and well-loved, to be the top movie stars of the decade, that was something all right!
Oh Mother, Mother ... oh Mooommmmm!" Eddie wanted to cry out. He wanted to squirm, he wanted to moan. The upthrusting beet-red surface of his erect penis quivered as it was nakedly exposed just at the surface of the water. Just one more second, only one more moment was all that he needed! His eyes suddenly shifted from the lovely, distracted features-the eyes that seemed a million miles away from him and yet were so close-moving to the slightly parted lips, the soft white throat and then breathtakingly to the creamy tones of sensuality that comprised Lita's moist and satiny breasts. He could see them almost completely, and the wet material of the blue negligee allowed a clear vision of the full pointed nipples, slightly darker in tone than the pale flesh of the mounds they tipped.
"Oh God!" Eddie suddenly cried. "Mom!" He thrust himself forward hurriedly, unable to help himself, unable to keep his young face from nuzzling in there, deep within the cushiony soft mounds of flesh as his fingers clasped convulsively around the spurting jerking hardness of his climaxing young cock. "NNNNNNghghghghhhh! "
Lita, startled and terrified by her son's sudden cry and his amorous gesture immediately gave a little cry herself and scrambled backwards on the floor away from the fifteen year old boy.
"Eddie! What ... what on earth!" She stood hesitantly, teetering a moment before catching her balance, and then saw it all, the flushed, anxious face of her son, full of the heat of his orgasm, the still hard boyish cock that had obviously just reached a full throbbing climax, clasped in his hand, the few dribbles of fresh young semen that had reached the edge of the pool ... that had perhaps even spurted onto her negligee!
"OH NO!" she gasped, wide-eyed with horror. "NO!" Hurriedly Lita turned and ran from the room, stumbling once on her high-heeled mules before she finally got out of the door.
From her own room, Jill heard her mother's cry and heard the door slamming. She'd been listening as discreetly as possible at the door that connected her room to the bathroom, and the curious sounds had inflamed her curiosity so much that now that she knew her mother was gone, she had to venture forth into the ornately tiled room.
The first thing she saw was her brother standing in much the same position as before his mother ran from the room. The spent young cock that he held now in both hands had gotten hard once more, and the same anguished expression was etched across his fine fifteen year old features.
"Wow, look at that!" Jill said, moving closer so as to see better.
CHAPTER THREE
Eddie's eyes narrowed as he regarded his sister. He felt too stunned really to react very much at all to her annoying presence. But as she continued to gape at him and then cozily came closer, words came to him.
"What are you doing in here ... What about my privacy for chrissakes! What the hell is this anyway?" But his heart wasn't really in it. The young boy was still thinking about his mother, still feeling the intense sensations that her presence had created within him. Silently and morosely, he slipped down into the water, hiding the nakedness of his genitals from his sister.
"Hey," said Jill, "run some more hot in. I'm coming in too!" Jill wanted to get a better look at her brother's penis, a much better look. She'd never really thought about it before, but now she realized that there were probably a lot of things she could learn from her brother. Before this moment he had merely been a tolerable companion, someone who'd always been around and who was a distressing full year older than she was. Throughout their childhood that had often meant that Eddie got privileges that she did not get, and sometimes, Jill suspected that because she was a girl, and not a boy, she was somehow not as valuable as her brother.
At this moment however, things were taking on an entirely different aspect, timed it seemed to correspond precisely with her own needs. Easily, the young girl slipped out of her clothes, and despite the fact that her brother was muttering and withdrawing to the other side of the pool, she dipped first her dainty toes into the water, and then the long slender girl's legs that already showed signs of the shapeliness they would achieve within a few years.
The teenaged blonde girl twisted her body around as she splashed into the water, so that her bare buttocks were presented to her brother as she fiddled around with the water faucet herself, adding additional warm water to the cooling tub.
"What was wrong with Mom?" Jill asked, her pixie face showing the ardent curiosity that filled her. Her mind was going a mile a minute, trying to make a connection between her mother's brief visit in the bathroom and the erect penis she'd seen clasped in her brother's hand.
"Nothing!" Eddie replied sullenly. But he was watching his sister now. Her back was still turned toward him and for what seemed to be the first time in his life, Eddie felt particularly aware of the fact that his sister was a girl. Her graceful back and the upper part of her naked buttocks appeared above the water line and he could make out the complete oval shapes of creamy white flesh below the surface.
Jill turned to face her brother, seemingly unaware of her developing breasts that were like firm peaches on her chest. But Eddie stared at the swellings and realized that once his own mother must have looked like this ... this was how those incredible jiggling mounds of flesh that he had admired for so long had begun!
Something stirred within him at the thought, and despite the fact that he resented his sister's intrusion into his very private moment, Eddie felt that something of importance was about to occur, something that would irrevocably change his heretofore boring relationship with his sister.
Jill waded forward slowly in the rising water. It felt nice and warm on her legs and on the tender down-covered "vee" of her pussy as she moved. Tentatively her hand went out toward her brother's young loins.
"Is this why mother was upset?" she asked, boldly grasping hold of the object of her interest. Eddie pulled back in alarm, but as Jill held steadfastly onto his once more hardening penis, he found himself in a confused state of non-resistance. The young blonde girl's fingers felt good holding him like that, and everything within him now strained toward a lessening of, those tensions that had built to their breaking point already twice that day ... once in the morning when he'd seen his mother and father lewdly entangled in the shower stall, and the other when his mother had made him cum merely by stroking his chest, merely by being close to him!
Jill stared intently into her brother's eyes, watching him closely for his reaction to what r she was doing. The feel of his thickening teenage cock in her hand was surprising. Somehow she had not expected it to feel the way it did, both tender and rock hard at once, both exciting, and a little bit revolting. She could feel a tingling sensation rising from her hand along the slender wrist and arm, up to her smooth-skinned breasts, where the tiny nipples of her adolescent breasts expanded with a new pleasure.
Brother and sister stayed motionless for a moment in this manner, and then Jill spoke again, seeing that her brother was in no condition to answer her. "You can touch me too, you know!"
She had memories of slumber parties during which her girlfriends would "experiment" with secretive warm fondlings beneath the sheets. Those nights of giggling and long silences had caused the fourteen year old's sensual nature to surface enough so that her own finger probings had produced a searing sense of expectancy within her lithe loins.
She had the same sense of expectancy now as she realized that her brother, rather than obstinately refusing, as he often did when she suggested anything, was going to comply with her wishes.
As she grasped the pulsating hardness of her brother's throbbing cock with one hand, Jill guided Eddie's fingers to the gently sloping roundness of her belly, moving them steadily down below the still rising water-to the quivering little mound of flesh between her slightly parted thighs.
"Oh Eddie," she gasped, "your thing ... it feels so nice ... so hard!"
The water swirled around their waists now, and its warmth permeated the two of them adding to the already strong sensations they both were feeling. Jill thought she could read something like panic and frustration in her brother's eyes, and instantly searching down in herself for the woman she was becoming, she found the answer she needed and pressed her quivering lips up against her brother's in an imitation of what she had seen her mother do both on the screen and in person with her father.
"Ooooh!" Eddie moaned, but that was the last thing he said. His extended middle finger began to move downward into the moist cleft between her tender pussy lips, tickling and slipping in the tiny pink mouth of a cunt so like his mother's, only smaller and almost hairless!
"Mmmmmmmm!" Jill's lips clung to her brother's as with one hand she reached behind her to turn off the water faucet. Her other hand began to move with bolder and bolder motions, and she found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young legs, wanting to feel the excitedly searching tip. of Eddie's outstretched middle finger probing higher and higher up into her nakedly trembling teenage cunt.
Eddie's finger was creating a thrilling sensation up there in the moistly palpitating wetness between her smooth young legs, and Jill shuddered, almost frightened by the strength of what she was feeling and yet too overwhelmed to want to stop what she herself had initiated. The fact that she was with her own older brother both reassured her and scared her at the same time. Then, both breathing heavily, Jill felt her fifteen year old brother moving his body against hers so that she understood that he wanted her to follow him. Slowly they progressed in the water until they reached the steps that had been built in the tile and concrete of the bathing pool. They both slipped to the first step, the lower halves of their bodies still covered by the soothing sensuality of the water. Little mewls of involuntary delight escaped Jill's lips as, sitting, her delicate cuntal aperture was entered more forcefully by her brother's probing finger. The forbidden nature of what she and Eddie were experiencing was bringing more and more pleasure to her restlessly clasping loins and Jill felt an irrepressible urge to lean backwards against the second step, thereby stretching her young frame outwards and presenting the entire length of her slender feminine body to her brother's urgent caresses.
She heard Eddie catch his breath, and felt his rock-hard penis swelling lustfully between her fingers as, stretching out partway beside her, his pelvis began an urgent back and forth motion against her willingly offered, loins. Lying on their sides this way was not the most comfortable position in the world, but the water bolstered their legs, and the intensity of the desire that was spreading like wildfire between them was enough to make up for the hard surface of the tile beneath them.
As his fourteen year old sister quivered with pleasure beneath his touches, a sense of power rose inside of Eddie as she knew for the first time in his young life the pure pleasure of pleasing a girl. It was a heady feeling and one which gained complete control of him, making him lose track of the time and the place. It seemed to him in that moment that Jill was not really his sister, but perhaps his mother as well, and more than that. Perhaps she was every woman he had ever looked at, every woman in the world. It didn't seem to matter really. With her lips so wet and open, playing on his, her tongue thrusting deep in his mouth, he could hardly think at all. What made more sense than anything had ever made sense to him before was the fact that Jill was a girl, and that he was a boy!
And, as each excitingly new moment passed, he found himself becoming more and more agitated. His other hand rose to explore the delicacy of Jill's breasts now going from one to the other with feverish speed.
"Ohhhhhhh Eddie ... you're doing me ... you're doing me ... It feels sooooo gooooooood!" Jill crooned into his mouth. She felt as though everything was coming apart. The young blonde teenage girl was light and airy and totally receptive as little shivers took hold of her at her older brother's strong caresses. She felt a burning heat in her tensing loins and her small, previously untouched nipples felt sensitive and hot and almost painfully swollen, but the pain was another kind of pleasure and she urged Eddie to continue. Her fluttering eyelashes opened and she looked up at him, seeing that his youthful face was a mask of desire. It was a look she had seen before on her father's face when he was with her mother, and just the thought of it made her squirm with desire, even though she hardly knew what it was that she was desiring. She wanted something more to happen, something that seemed bound to happen, but she didn't know what it was!
Steadily, her aroused older brother ground the column of his extended middle finger higher into her tender virginal young flesh up between her open thighs.
"Oh Sis!" Eddie groaned into the soft young mouth so like his own. "Oh God, you feel good down there. I can't stop. I just can't stop!"
The boy's virile swollen penis was growing harder and harder as he felt his sister's fingers moving upon the rigid flesh. The last hours had been too much for him really, first seeing his mother and father in all their naked glory, reveling in their almost insane lust, and then the overpowering excitement of his mother touching his naked flesh, making him cum, shamefully, but so wonderfully right in her presence! And now this newfound madness with his sister. He knew it was all wrong, every bit of it, but he couldn't care. Not now anyway. His younger sister seemed to want it too, every bit as much as he did. She, after all, had started it by grabbing hold of his cock like that, and now his throbbing young penis was about to explode at any second. He felt he had to cum soon or die!
Jill's tight little pussy was about to drive him wild. It had never entered his mind that a woman might feel like this inside, so warm and smooth and wet, so ripe for his finger's naked probings against the sensitive inner flesh.
In a parody of what he thought was the thing to do, Eddie groaned, and then hastily rolled over so that his small tensed body covered Jill's. He supported most of the superior weight of his body on hers with one hand upon the step behind them, and then continued with his other hand the damp plundering of his sister's well-lubricated virginal passage. Jill's nakedly yielding young cunt responded with a trembling flowering motion as she cried out softly beneath her brother.
"OH! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Her golden blonde hair clung wetly to her shoulders as she threw her head back and felt the naked hotness of her older brother's excitedly pulsating cock pressing up against the velvety nakedness of her pliant belly. The fourteen year old raised her arms up to clasp her brother's neck as the fiery sensation suddenly became more acute in the pit of her tiny tightly clenching pussy.
Over her nakedly submissive form, Eddie began a quick jerking motion against his sister's stomach, letting the rock-hardness of his penis graze the tender yielding surface with a building friction. Jill had a sinking feeling as though she were drowning when the mounting desire coursed crazily through her nymph-like nakedness. She groaned softly and squirmed helplessly beneath Eddie's shifting weight. "Mmmmmmmm! "
Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby-like clitoris, a pink bud of ripening flesh in the crevice of her openly presented pussy quivered and twitched uncontrollably now that it was being constantly and rhythmically pressured by the friction of her older brother's sensuous writhing on top of her fully presented cuntal mound.
And then a sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded the little blonde girl, as wild incoherent thoughts went flashing through her brain.
"Oh Eddie! Finger me faster! Faster, faster!"
"Like this? Like this?" Eddie gasped, increasing the urgent motions of both his body and of his probing middle finger pumping into the writhing tenderness of his sister's virgin flesh.
"Oh yessssss ... yessssss...." Jill was completely under the lascivious control of her brother's finger churning within her moistly heated cuntal lips and the tight giving inner channel of her miniscule vagina. Her small inexperienced pussy convulsed wildly as delight surged through the teenage blonde girl's sensitive nerve endings. She saw flashes of light behind her closed eyelids and for a moment she thought she was blacking out. But the pink folds of her clasping pussy were responding gratefully to the increased motion of her brother's lascivious fingering, and she shivered with a new torment as her virginal cunt was penetrated deeper and deeper by his upward probing digit.
Thrusting one hand down between their bodies, almost automatically the little girl's hand jerked back and forth on her brother's impossibly hard cock, pulling the looseness of the foreskin upward insistently as she began to writhe and twist beneath the effects of her first orgasm. The tip of Eddie's cock appeared one last time from the enclosure of her fist before her brother threw his head back and gave out a short sharp cry. Then his semen began to spurt unevenly at first against the warmth of her belly ... The white hot sperm was racing along inside him, shooting from the thickness of his throbbing penis and flooding the softness of Jill's smooth white stomach. Some of the hot viscous semen clung to her accepting skin, and some was lost in white swirls in the water of the pool, as simultaneously Eddie felt his sister's wetly exploding little cunt clasping and unclasping with a wild rhythm around his extended middle finger, telling him in no uncertain terms that she too was cumming, cumming just as completely and as surely as he was!
God, what a feeling!
Looking down at Jill's face, Eddie could feel the tingling relief in his young balls. He could feel his sister's orgasmic fluids seeping around his finger as Jill moaned out the last thrilling moments of her climax against him. For long moments their pale slight bodies lay quivering against each other as the teenagers remained silent, too stunned by what they had discovered to speak.
But, as she felt Eddie's middle finger twitch a little, still snuggled up deep inside the velvet sheath of her open young cuntal mouth, Jill knew that no love could be deeper than what she felt for her brother at that moment.
CHAPTER FOUR
The lunch was delicious, even better than Lita had anticipated. Jed's muscular brown form lay across from her, exactly as she had visualized. They were having the last of a small delicate low-calorie chocolate mousse that the chef had prepared especially for the picnic, and in a few moments they would have a second cup of espresso coffee laced with cognac just to top it all off. Yet a small frown creased Lita's smooth features, and she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was wrong. She hadn't mentioned it to Jed, not yet anyway. It seemed a shame to spoil his good mood, to mar the air of festivity about the day. But Lita still wondered and worried about the significance of what had happened between her and their fifteen year old son earlier in the day.
It wasn't exactly the kind of thing that you could forget or just shrug off as being another phase after all. The book she had hastily consulted had said nothing that seemed to fit the situation. There were suggestions about excessive masturbation, but the general consensus seemed to be that there was nothing wrong with masturbation, and that a child shouldn't be made to feel guilty it there is evidence of it. Certain pre-adolescent stresses were even more weight than those of actual teenagers, she'd noted however, and the idea was to try to make life easier for such children.
Lita sighed, staring off in the distance. What an incredible day it was. The blue-green sea stretched way to the ends of the earth and the brighter toned sky met it in perfect harmony.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Jed asked. They were both temporarily wearing the, briefest swimsuits possible, and Jed's eyes swept appreciatively over his wife's magnificent shapeliness. The suit, just two pieces of white material really, made Lita seem almost more naked than if she really were. Jed thought about the next film they would be making together and realized that what he really wanted to do was to direct Lita in a film. He decided then and there that their next venture after the upcoming film would be directed by none other than Jed O'Brien himself. Other stars had done it after all, and he had just as much faith in himself as a director as any director currently on the scene.
"Oh, nothing...." Lita said. "I was just thinking that perhaps it was time to give the children some special little treat. We haven't been seeing much of them lately."
Jed considered this. "You're right," he said finally. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, we could cancel that dinner tonight. You know we just get bored at the Hoffman's anyway, even if Sam is the biggest producer in the world."
"Yeah, we could."
"And then we could maybe do something special with the kids. Maybe get a special movie to show, have dinner with them. Something like that."
"Terrific idea!" Jed was enthusiastic. He wanted to consider himself a good father, and sporadically he was. He would concentrate all that great energy once reserved for making him the top performer he had become into the oddities of family life. His own family had not really given him anything to go on, and he was forced to make it up as he went along. The same was true of Lita, he mused now, who had been raised by a series of foster parents until she was seventeen, at which time she'd skipped out on the last family and gone to New York to make it on her own. From New York to Hollywood hadn't been that big a step, and a series of interested producers had had enough sense to see that Lita was not the run of the mill Hollywood starlet.
As her former agent put it, "She has beauty and talents and guts, and she'd screw a penguin if necessary to get the role she wants." But by the time she met Jed, Lita didn't find it necessary to indulge in such oddities. She was already a name, not as big as she was about to become, but a name nevertheless. Jed himself was less well known at the time but quickly caught up with his wife. They'd had only one really bad period together when his career seemed to be going nowhere and hers was soaring. That time had been rough on their marriage, but Eddie and Jill had already been born and were toddling about, and somehow they'd managed to stick together until the easy times came again.
"Hey, honey," Jed said. The coffee had come and gone, the young servant boy who worked on the boat having silently and swiftly served it to his famous employers. Now Jed was ready for the heady brandy that was his and Lita's favorite brand. Then perhaps they'd have a few of the special marijuana brownies the chef had made them.
"Hey, babe ... what if we made a couple of our own flicks. I mean just for kicks, just for us. Sort of like practice sessions. 'Cause the next flick we make after the Swiss deal is gonna be you and me ... with me directing."
Lita stopped thinking her dark thoughts about Eddie. How wonderful it would be to be directed by her husband. What a success it would be! Perhaps everything would be all right after all. She and Jed would straighten out this business with Eddie together; probably the boy needed to spend more time with his father at this stage of his development. They'd have a lovely dinner tonight with the children, show them some films and then....
"Yes ... let's start tonight ... after the kids have gone to bed!" Lita suggested. Already Jed was undoing the minute clasp of her swimsuit bra, releasing the fabulously supple fully rounded breasts that had helped to make them both a fortune.
Jed's fingers ran appreciatively over the thickening nipples of his wife's nakedly released flesh. He was lying stretched out full length beside her, cupping the silken mounds from behind, the thumb and forefinger of each hand busy with her nipples, playing with them as though they were instruments making silent music that only he could hear. And as it to corroborate this, Lita began to make little humming noises in her throat. There was something particularly exciting about this solitary moment on the aft deck of their boat, way out from the shore, listening to the sound of the lapping waves at the hull of the yacht. Somewhere below, the chef was relaxing in his own quarters; Mario the boat boy was possibly doing up the dishes, the captain awaited their next command in his rooms, and two other crew members played ping-pong in the recreation room. On shore, the chauffeur waited with the Rolls, renewing his touch-and-go friendship with the boat-house maid while a few miles away, up in the hills, Jill and Eddie were hoping that their parents would be home soon.
"I want to fuck you," Jed was humming into his wife's delicately shaped ear ... his tongue swirled forward, catching a wisp of the naturally blonde hair that only had to be lightened from time to time by Andre, Lita's private hairdresser. "MMmmmmm...." Lita replied.
"I want to fuck you tonight and take movies of it, and then we can watch them and fuck again."
"Mmmmmmm...."
* * *
"Hey,' it's great." Eddie ran into his room where the little girl was sitting, painting her toenails a bright green.
"Mom and Dad are back, and they want to have dinner with us tonight!" he cried.
"That means they'll probably stay home tonight. Listen, we'll get to watch them. I'll bet we can watch tonight!"
Jill seemed skeptical. Yet she was inwardly hopeful. Just looking at her brother now as she lifted her head up from the exacting job of painting her nails, she could feel the violent surges racing through her body, mere memories of the real thing that she had experienced earlier in the day with her fifteen year old brother. She was terribly aware of each little detail about her body and especially of the tight little cunt that was enclosed in the tautly stretched material of her white shorts. The fabric of the shorts cut up a little way into the soft cuntal area of her pussy, creating a very interesting friction that she had never really paid any attention to before.
She and Eddie had spent an idyllic afternoon together ... roaming over the immensity of the estate, using the playground facilities that they hardly ever used anymore, riding in Eddie's battery-operated car at ten miles an hour along the special paths that Jed had had constructed for it. And all along, Eddie had been telling his newfound lover, his sister, of everything he knew about the adult world of sex. He described in detail his glimpse of his mother and father's licentious shower activities as well as what had just happened between* him and his mother.
"But she didn't do anything...." Jill said. "She didn't really have to. There's just something about her, something that makes me feel really crazy!"
Jill had felt a horrible jealousy at her brother's words, realizing that he had never felt that way about her. She resolved that she would do everything possible to get her brother to react in similar "crazy" ways with her. That was why she agreed when Eddie suggested that they try to spy on their mother and father together. She needed hints, ideas, needed to know everything possible about real lovemaking before she went any further.
Because Jill did want to go further. Somehow she suspected that her brother thought that their exciting discovery of each other's bodies was a freak accident, one which might never be repeated. Well, he had another think coming, she decided, if he thought that!
"Jeez," Eddie declared as he stood over his sister now. "Your toes are green!"
"Yes," Jill replied, "it's called 'Night of the Iguana.' "
"Ugh!"
"It's Mother's really," Jill said, lying just to see what would happen.
Eddie reflected a second and then smiled. "I like it," he said. "It's weird, but I like it."
Jill nodded and changed the subject as she wagged her feet in front of her to make the polish dry faster. "Wonder why they want to have dinner with us."
"Oh, you know. They're probably feeling guilty again," Eddie replied. He was looking at his sister's toes with new interest and at the same time, noting the delicately curved calves and thighs that rose up to meet the tight little white shorts.
Especially after what happened between you and Mother in the tub!" Jill giggled. "Dinner's gonna be some fun!" she decided aloud.
* * *
There were candles at the big table and flowers all over the dining room, almost as if some real company were coming. Lita had set it all up, and everything was just as she had requested. The special menu included several of the children's favorite dishes. They had giant shrimp cocktails, always a big favorite, then spaghetti with meatballs, a tossed salad with croutons in it and strawberries with whipped cream for dessert.
Lita was glowing at dinner. Her already tanned skin had a nice rosy glow to it as she sat at one end of the table, opposite her husband. The children sat across from each other.
Lita smiled benevolently at her family, noting with pleasure that Jed seemed to be talking a great deal with Eddie. She heard them planning a trip to the stock car races together while she promised to take Jill on a special shopping trip for new clothes.
Jill discussed the acting classes and singing and dancing classes that she was taking at the professional children's school. Some of it, she thought, was silly, but a lot of it was fun, like playing games all the time. The children were allowed to make up any exams or lessons that they missed in their regular subjects like math, English or French or science, but the school was more strict about missing any kind of performance, be it merely a reading or a full-fledged play. There was a film-making class, too, and both Jill and Eddie were enrolled in it. Jed was very interested to hear that both the children had to make a twenty minute film as their mid-term project and he promised them his help.
As the children finished off their strawberries, Lita looked at their freshly scrubbed faces, the darling white pinafore dress that Jill was wearing, the starched white-checked shirt that Eddie wore. How silky and shiny their blond hair was! She had been wrong to worry, really. They were both obviously still very much children, and bright normal ones at that. What had happened with Eddie earlier must have been a fluke or perhaps a misinterpretation on her part. Yet, the way he had burrowed his face into her breasts ... Lita decided not to think any more about it at all. It was in the past and done with. The future would be clear and cloudless.
As the coffee was served Jed and Lita smiled at each other across the candles and the flowers. Their dinner with the children was a big success. They'd done it again! Jed's eyes seemed to crinkle congratulations to her, and Lita sensed in them a promise of sensual delights to come, too. She certainly felt in the mood, she had to admit to herself. She'd decided to wear the deep-cut emerald-green sheath that Gorges had made for her alone, despite the fact that originally a more demure motherly dress of robin's egg blue had come to mind. Yet, when the final decision had been made, Lita had recalled Jed's idea about making a film just for them, and the green dress seemed perfect for that. So she wore it.
The children drank hot cocoa and had some French cookies to go along with it while Jed and Lita sipped their brandy. Jed had spent a good deal of time setting up the equipment in the study, and Lita wondered just what would take place that evening.
"Well, shall we go to the movies?" The blonde actress asked. She was anxious to end the children's evening now as she stood up from the table. There would be special Disney films for them to watch, an assortment of cartoons that Lita had ordered from the studio. Lita buzzed downstairs to the screening room which was actually set up like a little theatre, signaling to the projectionist who had come along with the films that they were ready to start.
"Maria, tell everyone they may go now." Lita spoke to the earnest young maid who was new with the family, and then she turned to the children. "Come along with me, Jill and Eddie. I think we've got some films you'll enjoy!"
Jill and Eddie dutifully followed their mother to the screening room while Jed attended to some last minute details in the study. Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off of the superbly swaying and jiggling surfaces of his mother's rotund ass-cheeks as they seemed to struggled valiantly for space in the tight confines of the emerald-green sheath Lita had chosen to wear.
The projection room was warm and cozy as the two children sat in the deep lounge seats provided for guests and family. As the short cartoons unreeled one after the other, the brother and sister laughed dutifully, trying not to show their boredom to their mother and father who weren't paying any attention at all to the movie but seemed to be engrossed with each other at the back of the room. Jill noticed that her father had had an unusual amount to drink that evening, and she wondered why. She mentioned it to Eddie who shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know, but I'm sure they're gonna do it tonight. We'll find out a lot of things later on!"
Finally, the Disney cartoons were over, and Jill and Eddie made a big to-do about them, assuring their parents that they'd had a most exciting time. Jill noticed that her mother seemed a bit unsteady as she walked back upstairs with them and that her hair was all mussed. Jed disappeared and left Lita to tuck the children in.
"Hurry back, babe!" he called to her. "I'll be waiting for you!"
"Can't he ever keep his hands off her?" Eddie wondered, tom between the desire to watch and the desire not to suffer the awful pain he felt at the mere idea of his father doing those things to his mother!
First Lita tucked her daughter in, watching the lithe young girl change into a frilly white nightgown before climbing into her bed. Lita bent and kissed her daughter, sniffing the good fresh odor of her soft skin before turning out the lights and saying good night.
Jill watched her beautiful mother's shapely form silhouetted in the light of the doorway that joined her room to her brother's. She was left with the sensual odor of the beautiful lady's perfume, mixed with the pungent scent of the alcohol she had been drinking. The combination made something stir in Jill's young loins as she called to her mother.
"Thank you, Mom. It was a really great evening."
"So glad you liked it, darling!" Lita called back. She blew a kiss and then closed the door.
In the darkness, Jill stared up at the ceiling, trying to suppress the enormous jealousy she felt because she knew that her mother was at that very moment kissing her brother good night.
Lita swept across the room to little Eddie's bed. The fifteen year old was already under the covers, and Lita bent low to kiss his forehead. To the actress' surprise, however, her "little boy" reached up and threw his arms around her, bringing her down toward him with such force that she was pulled off balance. The soft lips of her young son crushed inevitably against hers before the alarmed mother had time to struggle away.
"Oh...! Oh, Eddie, really!" she gasped, breathless. Lita didn't know quite what to say. Better perhaps not to make too much of it. Act as though it was a normal good night kiss. "How strong you're getting!" she said shakily. "Now, I want you to sleep well, and uh ... I'll see you tomorrow, probably in the afternoon." She was fussing nervously with his covers and trying to seem as natural as possible while avoiding touching his actual person as much as possible.
"Now!" the flushed blonde stood up as if satisfied with the hard work she'd just done. "Good night, my darling. Sleep well!"
"You too, Mom!" Eddie replied. He could feel the hardened staff of his young penis quivering stiff and tense beneath the covers. His lips still burned with the touch of hers as he watched his mother going out of the door. Her personal scent and the perfume and the drinks lingered with him, and he tried to hold onto the sensation of her presence for as long as possible. When the fifteen year old boy was sure his mother had gone, he jumped out of bed and ran toward his sister's room.
Jill was already up and listening at her door. The young girl jumped back as her brother opened her door wide. Seeing her, Eddie cried, "Are you ready? Let's go. But, shhhh ... no noise at all!"
Jill shivered at the touch of her brother's hand on hers and followed silently as he led the way out of their wing, slipping easily past Nannie's room and heading toward Jed and Lita's wing of the enormous house. Eddie in his pajamas and Jill in her nightgown trembled with both fear and excitation.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Lita approached the study after leaving the children's wing, she could already see that the place was lit up like an operating room. "Oh dear," she thought. The distraught actress and mother suddenly just felt like going to bed. The last little scene with Eddie had started her worrying again, and now everything seemed so uncertain and vague. How was one going to be a good mother when nothing was ever certain? Nothing was ever clear? So much success in her public life and such a good relationship with her husband, Jed. Why couldn't everything be as simple and as easy with the children, especially Eddie?
All these things weighed heavily on the actress's mind as she entered the brightly lighted study. To her annoyance, Jed was totally naked, incongruously fiddling with equipment, which was strewn about the room. In the center, however, Lita could see that he had arranged a "set" of a bed with an old-fashioned coverlet on it, a dressing table that matched the simulated wood carving on the bed and a mirror. She knew he would be terribly disappointed if she told him she didn't feel like going through with his pet project tonight. What she would have preferred would be a cozy evening spent munching chocolates and watching TV and making love in their own bed. However, Lita refrained from saying this as she saw the gleam of excitement in her husband's eye.
"That's not a movie camera!" Lita said, mixing herself a drink at the bar which was in one comer of the room beyond the camera range.
"No, this is the video tape equipment I was telling you about!" Jed replied. Everything was all set now for automatic, and Jed could hardly wait. He turned to his wife, seeing her with the eyes of the camera.
"You look great, just great, honey!" Striding toward her, his lean masculine body exuded health and sensuality. "Here, give me a taste of that!" Jed took a slug of Lita's brandy and then set the glass down on the bar behind the elegantly dressed actress. Lita felt languid and soft in his arms as Jed pulled her against him, feeling the sleek firm thighs that he loved so well as they trembled against his and the soft stomach with the mysterious triangular indentation below. "How about it, baby?" he asked with a slight leer. "Ready to be directed in a little home movie?"
Lita nodded assent, trying to smile, even though she felt more like crying. What was she going to do? There still seemed to be something dreadfully wrong with her relationship to her young son. Something she could not figure out. A slight wrinkle creased her brow.
At Jed's instruction, the beautiful film star headed toward the dressing table that was set up beneath the lights. On the way to it, the camera recorded a lithe blonde woman dressed in a tightly molded emerald-green sheath, kicking off her shoes and continuing to pad barefoot toward the small table with the mirror behind it. Lita undulated with a natural rhythm that was all the more accentuated because she was a little bit drunk. It was a case of "the show must go on," for as soon as the statuesque actress knew that she was being filmed, she felt a little better about the whole thing. She was a woman who could rise to any occasion, especially when it came to making a movie, even if it was only a home movie made by her husband.
Still, both Lita and Jed knew that although they were having fun this way, underneath it all was the basic reality of the fact that soon they would break away from their traditional roles as actor and actress to be not only that, but directors and producers as well.
Taking their cues improvisationally, the husband and wife began to speak, still conscious of the microphone which recorded their words, but taking it from their real life emotions.
"You seem tense tonight!" Jed said, entering camera range. He had put on his bathrobe and tied it loosely about the waist. Behind him their two reduced images appeared on a television-sized screen at the same time that they were being taped.
The actor began a gentle massage of Lita's neck.
"Yes. I'm still worried, darling, about the children!"
"But I thought it was all okay now," Jed replied, slightly puzzled.
"I think it's still messed up, with the boy anyway," Lita admitted. But how could she not be a good mother, considering how hard she tried, anyway. True, she was often busy, but there were things that made up for that. It wasn't every child who could have his own apartment right next to his parents', for example.
Lita had automatically picked up the brush she found on the dressing table and started to brush her hair while gazing at her own reflection in the mirror.
"It will be all right," Jed said confidently. "Don't worry. You know how you like to worry." His strong hands created waves of relaxation that emanated from the tender region of her neck throughout her system.
Lita's eyes met her husband's in the mirror. "You think so?" she asked.
The long blonde hair had begun to crackle with electricity as Lita brushed furiously. "Do you think so?" she repeated softly, remembering Eddie's firm kiss upon her lips a few moments before as she tucked him in.
"Don't you think you've brushed enough now?" Jed asked, pulling his wife slightly backward so that she was leaning against his lower torso. "I've counted more than a hundred strokes. You trying for some kind of record?"
The brother and sister gravitated toward the well-lighted study as if drawn by magnets, and when Eddie went ahead and saw what was going on, he waved his younger sister on. Breathlessly Jill joined her brother and the two teenagers, seeing that the strong lights inside the study would prevent their being seen in the dark fringe of shadow, moved boldly ahead to watch the show.
"Of course you're right, darling." Lita let herself relax against her husband, putting the brush down on the table before her. But she was still thinking about Eddie. What could she do about him? But Jed was kissing her neck now, kissing it softly, nibbling at the soft flesh. She gave a gasp as his hands slid around her, cupping her firm, full breasts in his hands. She felt heavy, sleepy really, but a sense of sensuality lurked beneath the sleepiness.
"Let's get to it, baby...." the handsome movie star whispered to his wife. He loved it when she was like this, a little distracted, a little sleepy. That way she seemed to be even more exciting to him.
Lita followed him to the bed, her long gown flowing behind her as she walked. Jed turned to her and began to remove it, revealing first the cream-like planes of her shoulders, then her upturned breasts, the curves of her hips, the sensuous triangle of soft, resilient pubic curls that covered her naked loins, the long legs and slender ankles, and tiny feet with rosy painted toenails.
She stood dream-like before her husband, radiant in her splendid nudity, waiting for him to do with her as he liked, as her exact image in miniature duplicated her every movement on the television screen.
"Get on the bed!" Jed commanded her gruffly.
Lita sat on the bed and lay back on the satin bedspread, catching herself on the television screen for the first time.
"Now turn over!" The next command was barked loudly. Jed watched in satisfaction as his hot young wife bared her gleaming white buttocks to him.
"Yes ... yes...." he whispered quietly to himself, undoing his robe. Beneath it, he wore nothing ... nothing but an erection.
"Spread those legs!"
The robe fell to the thickly carpeted floor beside Lita's dress as Jed leaned over toward his wife. She was irresistible. Her willpower seemed to have been sapped, so that she was at this moment like a love-slave to him. The very concept caused his giant cock to bulge even more, the big veins standing out on the sides of its shaft pulsing with a faster flow of hot blood.
He brought his face close to her buttocks and began to kiss them, then biting them with little sharp nips. Then, suddenly conscious of the video camera, he adjusted his position to give the greatest access to the electronic eye.
Then, slowly and deliberately, he parted her smooth resilient cheeks and, bending forward, he licked down into the deep inviting crevice.
"UUUUHHHHH!"
Lita felt the hot wetness of her handsome well-built husband's tongue there in her nether region and uttered the small cry. It still seemed terribly obscene to her. Jed had taken her once before this way ... that day they were shooting a picture together in Almeria in the south of Spain. That had been the first time for her and she wasn't really used to the idea at all. She wished he would take her the regular way, it was so much easier for her, but in the back of her mind, she could sense the director in him wanting to get the best possible scene on film.
She knew he was going to hurt her, even if it did feel good after awhile, but still she couldn't bring herself to ask him to not do it.
Besides, she knew how upset he would be if she did.
She shivered again. The idea of his tongue there sent chills throughout her naked body. She felt somehow more naked than she had ever been. And yet, Jed always made such a point of being open enough to do everything possible in bed together.
Suddenly, his tongue was gone and she felt one of his strong fingers probing the puckered little hole of her anus tentatively.
"Spread your legs wider!" he whispered hoarsely, peering down hungrily at the tiny brown opening.
Lita spread her legs so far out that she could feel the tendons pulling where her thighs joined her pelvic area. Jed's extended finger pushed in a little, and she winced at the sudden pain. But then she realized that his finger was sinking in and it wasn't hurting nearly as much as it had the first time.
His middle finger turned in the deep rubbery channel of her rectum, pushing in and out with a saw-like motion as though he were testing it for his penis. She wiggled her body as the unusual feeling of his digit in her anus began to send vaguely pleasurable messages to her brain. She was just getting used to it when Jed placed another finger at the entrance to her already widely stretched rectum and began to worm it into her. This time it hurt so much she let out a small whimper, turning a face to the side so the camera could catch her anguish.
"What's he doing to her?" Jill asked in a trembling whisper. "Why is he hurting her like that?"
Eddie turned to her in the dim light.
"It always hurts a little that way, I hear. At first anyway. But then after a few times it feels as good and sometimes even better than the other way."
"You mean he's ... he's going to "
"Do it to her back there? Yeah ... looks that way, huh?"
Eddie thought his cock would explode. It was his own mother he was watching.
His own beautiful mother. The initial shock of seeing her naked again and vulnerable to his gaze was giving way to something else. He was amazed that he didn't feel any hostility toward his father at all. It seemed different seeing them like this and Jed looked so terrifying, so sure of himself that Eddie couldn't help admiring him.
The new feeling that was taking precedence over all other emotions was one of great impatience. With a sudden urgency, he spoke to his sister.
"You know what I want more than anything else?"
"I do now," his fourteen year old sister answered him. "You want to fuck Mom, don't you?"
Eddie could only nod his head.
"I don't blame you, Eddie. She's so beautiful! I hope I grow up to look just like her!"
Lita was getting used to the feel of two fingers thrust inside her anal passage. She wriggled some more and suddenly it wasn't so bad after all. She was beginning to get a tinge of masochistic pleasure from her rather awkwardly helpless position. She could visualize what it would look like when they played back the video tape later that night. She knew that Jed was deliberately trying to hurt her now so that she would cry out again. It seemed to excite him whenever she did.
"NNNNNGGGGG!" she screamed as he dug sharply into her with a sudden movement of his fingers.
"Do you want to get fucked up the ass, baby?" he hissed down at her pain-contorted face.
"Yes," she answered him quickly. "Yes. Do it."
A lewd popping noise filled the room as, abruptly, his fingers slid out and left her stretched anus feeling suddenly empty. Then she felt the full length of his warm body press flat down against her back. He held himself up with his hands so that all of his weight was not on her at first and Lita realized that she was trembling beneath him ... but she was ready for anything.
The well-built screen idol's hands slid under his wife's thighs and pulled her buttocks up high in the air so that she was kneeling on the bed, her smooth, rounded buttocks presented up to him in their full lushness. She could feel the hardness of his cock rubbing up and down the narrow passage that led from the fluted pink lips of her pussy to the base of her spine.
Jed kneeled up on the bed behind her, walking forward on his knees, his lust-bloated penis now thrust between her shaking thighs. He ran his hands lovingly over the long muscles of her calves and then her thighs, and then up the central place between her legs.
"Christ, your cunt is wet as hell!"
He brought his cock up so that he was pushing forward at the tiny opening of her anus, the bulbous tip so swollen that her cheeks were spread by it alone. It seemed as though it would never fit inside her rectum, but he rocked and pushed, working forward on his knees and pulling her trembling body toward him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip of his cock slipped with a slight popping sound through the tight, elastic ring. Then, paying no attention to her screams of pain as she begged him to stop for a moment, he rammed his rock-hard instrument straight into her stretched rectal passage so that it sank halfway in.
Lita twisted and turned, desperately trying to get away from the red-hot pain that burned like a hot poker deep in the dark, tight confines of her anus. She had thought it would hurt her less this time but it seemed just as awful as before.
She groaned weakly as she felt her husband warming to his task, beginning to worm even further into her rear.
"OH FUCK; IT'S SO GOOD! SO FUCKING TIGHT!" the blond Adonis cried out, feeling the full strength of her rubbery rectal muscles squeezing at his huge cock. He began stroking into her with smooth long thrusts, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Lita's hair flew wildly about her head and her flushed face was contorted with pain and humiliation.
"OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... ohohohohohooooohhh...." the sensual voice known to millions trailed off as the pain started turning to pleasure and another spark of masochistic lust ignited deep down in her quivering belly.
Jed's well-manicured hand slipped down between her legs and he began to massage the moist cleft of her pussy while he bucked like a wild stallion far up into the soft yielding depths of her voraciously milking rectum.
"Fucking good ... fucking good...."
The two teenagers' eyes were glazed and their bodies raging with fire as they watched the lewd spectacle. Eddie had gotten behind his smaller sister and, as she stood mesmerized, he pulled up her nightgown, so that her smooth little buttocks were exposed to his searching hands. Slowly, tantalizingly, he let his hands smooth over her hips and buttocks, an area he had hitherto neglected to explore.
Both their mouths hung open as they enjoyed the secret feel of each other in the darkness while they watched their mother being sodomized. Eddie's virile young prick popped out from inside his pajama pants and he pressed it against the creamy ivory of his sister's naked flesh. Their mother's sounds of delight filled the air and they knew that neither she nor their father would hear them if they made any noise.
"Oh Eddie...." the fourteen year old whispered to her brother as she felt his masculine hardness insinuating itself between her buttocks.
"Do you want me to?" Eddie asked her, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... yes...."
"Then this will be the first time for you." Guiding his taut hard flesh with one hand, he searched for the opening that his father had so easily found on his mother. He could feel the little puckered rosebud opening with the sensitive tip of his quivering penis.
Sheer wanton desire overwhelmed him. It was all so real! Watching his mother and buggering his sister at the same time!
Jill's buttocks twisted beneath him, offering him encouragement and after wetting the tiny puckered opening with his fingers, he began to force his cock into her softly throbbing rectum.
Their heavy breathing was masked by the frenzied lovemaking of their parents as Eddie's boyishly thick penis probed at the tight elastic nether lips of his fourteen year old sister. And then, with a slight popping noise, it entered the young girl's virgin anus.
He could feel Jill straining with pain as a low growl came from her throat. She was trying hard not to cry out. And taking a clue from his father, just when he thought the pain was greatest and Jill was trying to get away from him, he held her still tighter and pushed with all his might, grinding his teeth together to keep from making too much noise himself.
Then he was slithering deep inside her upturned ass-cheeks and to him it was his mother he was fucking, not his sister. It was his mother and she was loving it. He could see her jerking spasmodically as he completely filled her soft yielding rectal passage. She was enjoying every minute of it! His hands went down to her tiny, almost hairless cunt. It was wet! The boy's fingers manipulated the passion-moistened lips of her soft pussy, toying, teasing, making her wild with lust. There had never been anything like this before, ever!
There had never been anything like this tight feeling around his young cock and the feeling was unbelievable. He was going to fuck his sister harder and harder until she couldn't stand it anymore ... until she was his ... really his!
"YYEEEEEESSSSS!" Lita moaned, driven half-crazy by the hard, thrusting instrument that plowed mercilessly up into her bowels. Her whole body undulated obscenely, breasts shaking in a lewd dance as her head wagged in time to the plunging of Jed's big cock that plunged into her like a hot poker.
"Yyyeeessssss...." fourteen year old Jill whispered through clenched teeth, imitating her mother. "Hurry, Eddie ... hurry, Eddie...."
Eddie plunged forward, out of control now as he screwed methodically into his sister's buttocks. The two couples became wilder and wilder, all their sighs and groans intermingling to create one lewd sound of passion.
"Oh Eddie ... oh Eddie ... oh Eddie...." Jill moaned, her body growing first stiff, then limp beneath her brother's attack.
Meanwhile, inside the room, beneath the glaring lights: "CUM BABY ... CUM ... NOW ... NOW!" Jed shouted out as Eddie's mother's entire body arched backward suddenly, catching the surging spearing cock's jet streams of hot male sperm far up in the depths of her belly.
And, as she did so, the acute thrill of climax overtook her and, screaming out her pleasure, she collapsed on the bed, Jed's twitching cock still firmly implanted between her hot, still quivering buttocks.
Beyond his parents' view, Eddie could feel his raging penis jerking with the last spasms of his orgasm. Tumbling masses of hot ecstasy invaded his entire being.
Oh Mother ... Mother ... he thought, desperately, even though it was his young sister who had given him such pleasure. At this moment neither brother nor sister were virgins although neither one had yet known the more common mode of lovemaking. But that would come. In time everything would come, each of them was secretly sure of this, although in different ways.
One day I'll really do it to mother, Eddie thought as he hugged his little sister's trembling body to his.
One day Eddie will really want to do it to me!" Jill thought as her young body shuddered. She had been willingly sodomized by her brother, and now the cunning little girl had the first glimmer of an idea of how to get her brother to love her just as she loved him.
"We'd better get out of here now, Eddie," she whispered. In the room, their parents were writhing slowly on the bed, but the children could not be sure that they would not jump up and come to check the equipment. Also, now that the adults were no longer making their wild thrashing love, the noise level had gone so far down that the youngsters felt they were in greater danger of being discovered.
Shakily they got to their knees and scrambled from the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Mort drove fast, far faster than he should, but then didn't everyone in Los Angeles? He couldn't be bothered thinking about the speed laws, even though he couldn't afford to get another citation. His license could be revoked. Nevertheless, Mort was hotfooting it over to the O'Briens since there seemed to be some snag about the contracts that were due to be signed within the week.
"What more does that bastard want now?" Mort thought, wondering why he even bothered to agent the capricious couple. He already had heartburn just thinking about the argument that Jed and Lita were going to have with him, the turmoil that they were going to put him through. "Probably wants a goddamned throne erected on set," Mort thought, muttering a low growling sound through his teeth as the sleek sports car whizzed along the freeway. But of course he would never voluntarily give up the money he earned with the famous couple. How else would he complete the lavish home he was building for himself and his family not so very far from the O'Briens' home in Hollywood Hills?
His builder had already told him that he was asking him to do work that made it seem like money was going out of style. But Mort knew that as long as he stuck with the O'Briens and they with him, he'd be rolling in enough money to pay for two vast houses like the one he was building.
"But I don't really like my job!" Mort said aloud to himself. Then he answered, "So who does?" He couldn't say that he liked the O'Briens really, even though he certainly admired them in a grudging sort of way. Lita was a wacky broad, but with her looks and talent to boot she could get away with it. Jed too. God, you could really hate the bastard if you didn't know that he could act his ass off when he got in front of the cameras. Mort still remembered sitting in the theatre at the premiere of Jed's last big flick, and even though he'd seen the picture a couple of times before, feeling those goosepimples rising on his flesh as he watched the performance that the blond actor gave.
It made Mort want to have talent like that, looks like that, but the older man had to content himself with having the ability to recognize such talent when he saw it.
The jaunty red car, an MG, slipped up the winding mountain and kept on climbing. The higher he went the better the air got. Looking over his shoulder, the balding agent could see the lights of Hollywood twinkling far below. Soon he himself would have a view like this, as soon as his new house was finished. Only a few more months to go! Up, up he went until it looked as if there were no more houses, and then the large impressive gate that marked the entrance to Jed and Lita's estate loomed up ahead to the left.
Cursing to prepare himself for the meeting that was coming up, Mort turned into the gate, stopping just in front of it. A uniformed guard admitted the familiar frequent visitor after calling up to the house. Mort still had another five minutes to go before he would reach the imposing house.
* * *
Lita whirled to face her husband. They were in their bedroom where Jed had been watching his wife get dressed while discussing his latest decisions with her.
"What do you mean you called Mort and he's on his way over here?" she asked, defiantly. "You didn't even discuss the changes with me beforehand. What makes you so sure I'll be interested in shifting the location of the picture to Spain. I like Switzerland, and I like the tax break we'll be getting when we move there, and I want the picture to stay set where we've already agreed it will be shot!"
She was furious at Jed. "You and your whims!" she shouted angrily. "You know you've got no really good reason to change everything. You just want to make everybody jump and then give in to you!"
"You're a fine one to talk about whims!" Jed retorted, angry in his turn. Where did she get off talking to him like that anyway? "You're just a simple girl at heart, I suppose?"
Lita's eyes gleamed evilly. If he wanted a fight, by God, he was going to get one. "As a matter-of-fact, yes!" she replied. "You probably just feel like having some Spanish pussy or something like that," she added. "Well, you can just take a weekend off and fly to Spain in an hour or so from Switzerland!" Lita stood up. She was clad only in her soft pink slip, still naked underneath. She moved to pass Jed on the way to her closet but Jed put his arms out and stopped her, grabbing onto her shoulders and gripping tightly.
"Don't think I don't know about you and that set electrician out at the studio, sweetie! If you want to talk about whims! I heard all about it, but I never would have brought it up until now. You just wanted to have some cock that was dressed in overalls that day, right?"
Lita blanched. The idea that someone had spied on her and run right to tell Jed about her actions on the set of her last film infuriated her. She didn't really care that much about his knowing, it was just that the lack of privacy and the stupidity of people who thought they could break up the famous couple by finking.
"You've got one hell of a nerve!" she gasped, trying to think of a suitable retort. Jed's face was closest to hers and she could see his nostrils quivering with anger. I'll get you, she thought.
"Besides, he was a great lay! Did it to me on the sink in my stage trailer!" She knew that the details would infuriate Jed who didn't really care that much what Lita did as long as he didn't know about it and it didn't interfere with their life together.
Jed shook his wife's shoulders again. "You bitch!" he spat down at her. "I'll get even with you!"
Lita tore herself away from her husband and saucily pranced toward her closet. "I don't care what you do!" she sang out as she reached for her dress.
"You'll care! You'll care!" her husband replied.
Angrily, Jed left the room, his mind filled with the thought of doing something to Lita that would get to her, throw her off balance, establish once more that he was one up on her. He went into the living room and sat down hard on the oyster gray couch. Reaching toward the box of black onyx that was on a long low table in front of him, Jed withdrew a black Russian cigarette and lit it.
"Ugh!" The taste was awful! He put it out in the nearest ashtray and was about to ring for Maria when the young maid appeared.
The pretty dark-haired girl blushed as she spoke to her handsome employer, and Jed felt a gratifying reassurance of his great power over women. But his wife, she was something else! She was not just any woman, she was Lita! And her strength against his will was what had kept them together all this time.
"Yes?" Jed said impatiently.
"Your agent, Mr. O'Brien, he's on his way up."
"Fine ... fine! Thanks, Maria. Listen, would you bring me a pack of Camels right away?"
"Yes, sir, right away!"
Jed frowned and slid down in the cushion of the couch. He watched Maria's fully rounded buttocks as the girl walked away to get the cigarettes from the pantry where they were stored. With a lingering sense of pleasure, the good-looking actor thought about the way he'd buggered Lita the other night. Christ, that had been good! Unexpectedly, Jed felt a surge of desire for his wife. "Damn her anyway," he cried out. And then he heard the sound of the doorbell and heard Hector answering it. As Mort's familiar voice drifted into the living room, Jed knew what he was going to do to get even with his wife.
He rose and greeted Mort affectionately, shaking the older man's hand warmly and noting with amusement the surprise in the other's eyes. Mort wasn't used to this kind of treatment from the O'Briens, but then one never knew quite what to expect from capricious actors.
Jed waved Mort in the direction of a seat across from him, and just then Maria came in with the Camels.
"Have one, Mort!" Jed exclaimed. "A man's cigarette, what?"
"Thanks, I'd rather have a cigar," Mort said, his voice tired. Whatever it was that Jed wanted, it was going to be a lulu, he could tell by the way that his client was acting.
"That's right, I forgot. You really dig my Cubano cache, don't you?"
"Sure, any cigar smoker in his right mind would!" Mort replied. Jed got one from the humidor and offered it to his agent. He was thinking about his plan with greater and greater enthusiasm. His good humor became more and more apparent. Catching people off guard was one of Jed's favorite sports and this time he was going to have a lot of fun.
"Come on into the study," he told the balding agent. "I want to show you something!"
"What did you get me out here for, Jed, that you couldn't say on the phone?" Mort asked, suddenly impatient. "You're not going to give me a hard time on this contract, are you? Just when everything is all set to go?"
"Why Mort!" Jed looked hurt. "Really. I just invited you out for a little chat. After all, you're a friend, not just an agent!"
"Oh, yeah." Mort's voice was low, almost sad. It was worse than he thought. Christ, why hadn't he gone into real estate? That way he'd be dealing with solid things, earth, houses, trees!
"Now come on, Mort. Cheer up. Get rid of those old-time Middle-European blues!"
Mort wondered what had possessed him to tell Jed about his youth in Hungary.
"We live in an age of enlightenment, my friend. An age when anything not only can happen, but does!"
Mort rose to follow Jed toward the study. "You can say that again," he muttered under his breath.
"Maria, ask Mrs. O'Brien to come into the study right away, please?"
The pretty maid had been waiting to see if there was something the two men would want of her, and now she said, "Yes, sir!" and headed off toward Lita Romance's bedroom.
Jed chuckled inwardly, knowing that the very fact that he had asked Lita to come right away would mean that she would delay putting in an appearance for another fifteen minutes. Oh, she'd show up all right, her curiosity about what else he might want to change in the contract and her desire to be in on everything at the moment it was happening would assure that!
"Come right in!" Jed sat Mort down in a leather chair and began setting up the video tape equipment. Mort sat and watched in silence. No sense in pushing it; he knew that Jed would take his time in getting to the point. He watched Jed fiddling with some dials and then saw him place a cassette into the machine.
"Before I turn this on, we might as well have a drink!" Jed announced. "What'll you have, pal?"
"Give me a bourbon on the rocks!" Mort replied, beginning to wonder about the video cassette.
"Thanks." Mort took his drink and savored the fine flavor of sour mash. Jed was turning on the television screen.
* * *
Lita's soft matching blouse and skirt were of a sheer silky material that gave glimpses of her dainty expensive underpinnings. She swept along the hall, balancing perfectly on her high heels, making her way toward the study.
Earlier the manicurist had come and given her both a manicure and a pedicure, and what with the new gold earrings that she had had delivered from Cartier's in New York, the screen star felt in top shape. The children were at school and since she'd seen as little as possible of them since the dinner a few days before, she'd managed to convince herself that there was nothing to worry about. She'd been merely letting her imagination get away with her. Now her most important thoughts went to what Jed had called their agent over to their house for. She tried to decide what her attitude ought to be. She didn't really care that much if the entire picture were moved from
Switzerland since they could still easily establish residency there. It was just that she hated Jed's arbitrary lording it over people. Of course she often did the same thing, but that only made the well-built blonde woman more critical of her husband. She supposed, and in fact a psychiatrist who had counseled both of them had told them once that it had to do with their backgrounds. In order to get back at life for the hardships that had been inflicted upon them as children they were apt to behave like big wealthy children at any time.
"Oh, so what?" Lita thought to herself, softening. "Let Jed do what he wants. I don't really care!" She had totally forgotten about the harsh words of their argument when she knocked on the study door and then entered without waiting for the go-ahead. To her horror, she found the two men avidly watching the lurid video tape of Jed sodomizing her on the big prop bed that had been erected in the study for the night!
"What the hell?" she exclaimed, livid with rage.
Mort looked up, embarrassed. Yet he couldn't mask the obvious enjoyment he had been getting from seeing his famous client "Butt-fucking" as he called it on the small video screen. His interest and curiosity were at a high peak as he watched Lita sit down across from a folding card table and stare daggers at her husband. Then the agent from his position on a nearby chair saw r another expression appear on the blonde's face and then he realized that Jed was doing things to his wife under the table. The tape was still going on, but now Mort turned his attention to the famous pair. Lita was clearly succumbing to whatever it was Jed was doing to her. The handsome star leaned over close to his wife and whispered to her, his words growing louder and then softer.
Jed was speaking calmly to the highly aroused blonde now, and Mort tried to catch all of his words. He could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. He was exciting Lita not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.
"... you know how much you like getting finger-fucked ... later ... suck me ... in your cunt ... good hard dick ... both of us ... don't you wish it were my cock up there instead of my finger...."
With each word, Lita seemed to lose more and more control of herself. Mort could see her spreading her legs wider and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then that Jed pushed the table back and, throwing up Lita's skirt with a sudden motion, invited their agent to watch what his fingers were doing.
Lita whimpered softly and struggled briefly, but the idea that she was being exposed to their business associate whom they had known for many years, created a characteristic surge of masochistic enjoyment that increased her desire to such an extent that she groaned out loud.
With her skirt bunched up around her waist, the pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly visible to Mort now as he stared intently at the gold-hair fringed "vee" up between Lita's widely separated legs. Jed had flicked back the narrow elastic legband of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his beautiful wife's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible, and his bunched together fingers could be seen lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching orifice of her vagina, appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up into her willingly open cunt.
Jesus Christ! Mort thought to himself. He's really got her going! Obviously there were benefits to handling the two popular actors as clients besides money! And the older man's aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He would just have to wait to see what happened. It was their game and they would have to set the rules. But he was growing more sure every minute that he would seen be included in the fun!
Jed would stop for a moment whenever he thought Lita was on the verge of a climax. He didn't want that just yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic release, to arouse her so much that she would mindlessly obey him. He had done it before in private and he knew that it worked. She was an expert in satisfying his every whim and in that manner satisfying her own. She would do well. That much he knew for sure.
"Okay," he whispered loudly down at her. "Get out of that outfit and I'll fuck the living shit out of you. NOW!"
Lita hesitated for just the briefest moment. She wavered as she looked over at the alert and deeply reddened face of her agent but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now. It would be worth it to feel Jed fucking her, to obey him so well that fucked her into a state of ecstatic delirium. And she knew that Mort would never breathe a word of this to anyone. And the idea thrilled her that she and Jed would be performing in front of another person, thrilled her beyond anything she had ever felt. She stood beside the table and quickly began to slip out of her clothes.
The older agent watched with bulging eyes. He had seen quite a bit of Lita in many films, but to be sitting in the same room with her while she stripped for him was beyond his wildest dreams!
Her blouse and skirt were gone now and the clinging nylon of her stockings held in place by a dainty white lace trimmed garter belt blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Jed was now completely taken in by the game and he had all but forgotten about Mort being in the room. Lita's brassiere unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into freedom. His swollen penis throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor. They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the room and their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
He stared at her standing there in just her high-heeled shoes, stockings, and garter belt, and the thin wisp of her sheer white panties. Then to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him she turned her back to him and, bending over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly rounded buttocks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
The beautiful movie star stretched languidly as though she had been stripping all her life and then, with a deliberate teasing motion, turned to face the two men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts to the soft blonde hair-covered mound of her glittering pussy. The tiny garter belt and stockings she still wore concealed nothing from their eager gaze.
Lita began dancing, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd counter time to their labored breathing. She pranced nakedly, her breasts dancing and her buttocks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to the watching pair.
The gorgeous blonde approached her husband and stood before him. She was waiting for his hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins, for the show to begin. But suddenly, Jed stepped away and, instead of Jed, it was Mort who reached out for her while Jed sat down in the older man's chair.
"You're so beautiful!" the short, older man growled, suddenly transformed into a drooling sexually aroused lecher. Then Jed pushed from behind and Mort fell to his knees in front of her.
"Go on, Mort ... she's ready for you...." Jed offered.
Mort's thick hairy hands were on her buttocks, pulling her in close to him. Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her warmly seeping pussy. His nose and then his tongue parted the tender hair-fringed lips and probed lewdly up inside their moistness.
Lita jumped at the unexpected wet contact and then felt him holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly kneading the pliable white flesh of her quivering buttocks below the garter belt. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been doused with cold water and she looked toward Jed for help. But instead, Jed just smiled triumphantly.
"Go on, baby...." he whispered. "You might like it!"
A sudden fury enveloped Lita when she realized that Jed had set up this little game just to get back at her. But now that she was in it she was damned if Jed was going to have all the fun! She would show him!
Mort forced her legs as far apart as he could while he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue, slowly up and down within the nervous young blonde's secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Lisa cried out, losing her balance and falling onto the softly carpeted floor. But without missing a stroke, the heavy-set balding man's tongue teased between the widespread cuntal lips of America's favorite screen goddess, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling vagina through the palpitating narrowness of her pussy to the throbbing head of her defenseless clitoris. Lita was a bit disturbed that the flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her jerking clitoris and she could feel the tiny nub of sensation swelling to full erection against her will! She had thought she would be able to control the situation, but now she wasn't so sure of herself! She tried squirming her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue but to no avail. And the idea that her husband was somewhere behind her watching all this brought low guttural moans of despair to her dry throat.
Mort's glazed eyes peered up from his enjoyable task and met those of Jed, who was now standing behind the writhing nakedness of the woman who was his wife of more than fifteen years and he nodded that it was just fine for Mort to continue.
"You're getting her really hot now!"
Lita's moans of desperation slowly changed and her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her anger was turning into something else as the soft gentle stroking of her agent's tongue began to bring wicked tingled of pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Her very vulnerable position began to excite her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. The dark channel of her cunt began to throb hotly.
Yes, she could actually enjoy this obscene spectacle ... she could!
"Aaaaahhhh...." she sighed, beginning to squirm her hips upward to meet Mort's madly licking tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned as he attached his mouth to the wide open slit of her steaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner flesh.
Suddenly behind her she felt Jed's hands upon her breasts. His fingers began to play with the pebble hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Lita abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her roundly swollen breasts, and down between her thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Get with it, Mort ... fuck her...." Her husband's booming voice filled the room. "FUCK HER NOW!"
The trembling agent raised his glistening wet face and his jowled cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly, he opened his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt like a rock in his hands and he could hardly wait. Before him he spied the small pink opening of Lita's wetly seeping pussy, just waiting for his hard cock.
Jesus, Mort thought, they really want me to do it!
As if echoing his thoughts, Lita suddenly cried out to him.
"Yes, Mort ... now ... fuck me ... hurry!"
He kneeled up between the blonde woman's widespread thighs, and looked down at the widely parted shapely legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost drooled over her nakedness as he noted that her stockings had gotten ripped and that her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her seeping coral-hued pussy seemed looser and wetter than before and Mort thought he had never seen anything so exciting in his whole life.
With a painful expression, he pushed his heavily bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth rubbery head of it between the dark pubic curls and up into the velvety cuntal flesh spread wide before him.
"NNNNNNnnnnnggggg...." Lita responded as the sliding cock rose against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading whimpers' filled the room as Mort thrust the thick tip end of his cock up into the spreading entrance of Lita's willing cunt, pushing upward, continuing in a slow constant act of relentless penetration until his cock was finally buried completely up in her whitely quivering belly.
From his excellent position, Jed could see that his beautiful shapely wife was completely enraptured. Her red lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Lita began to rotate her hips up to meet Mort as his rigid cock flesh pressured hard up into her raging cuntal channel. Again and again Mort shuffled in toward her wide held pussy on his knees, forcing his outrageously hard cock deep into her hungrily contracting vagina.
Jed could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the sensuous flesh of Lita's full firm breasts beneath his fingers. Their agent's thrusting penis, from where he watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing blonde's widely straining pussy. It was a throbbing red and swollen and each time the agent rammed into her, Lit gave a guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily in Jed's lewdly manipulating fingers.
"OH YEA!" the older man suddenly grunted out loud. "This is it. You're gonna taste my red hot cum!! Yea! YEA! YEA!
Lita writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity of the moment fill her body and mind. She could feel her breasts being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs. The powerful blows that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins. She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt as if she were floating, and her eyes were tightly closed, and there was a dam breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart. She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and madness and then suddenly from everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing vagina and spread to the minutest cells of her body.
"FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKK
MMMMMEEEEE!" she choked and sputtered lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its hot load of male sperm.
Mort's head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling of the room. "AAAAHHHHHH!" he shrieked, lifting Lita's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to completely empty his spending cock deep, deep up into her climaxing pussy.
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Mort gasped softly.
Their moans mingled as Lita made her slippery wet pussy a more than willing receptacle for her agent's burning hot semen. She was totally caught up in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm as she began to mutter and murmur a steady stream of words.
"Ooooo memememeeeeeee! Ohhhhhhh goooooood good God!"
Jed watched the incredible spectacle with great interest. He had known that once he reached under his wife's skirt that she would melt no matter who was in the room with them. It was a suitable way to get back at her and a way which gave them all a little pleasure too. Not bad! he thought to himself. Nevertheless the handsome star had to suppress a tiny flicker of jealousy at the sight of his wife's searing orgasm. He would have wanted to be the one to bring her to a climax like that.
Oh well, I've got her every day, he thought, magnanimously, and poor old Mort has only got Eleanor. Jed visualized Mort's wife of some years, a short, naturally dumpy lady who nonetheless had a good sense of humor. Even given Mort's wife's good humor, however, and Lita's frequent temper tantrums, Jed would not be convinced of swapping!
Jed knew just why his wife was so overwhelmingly excited. The time, the place, and the suddenness of it all. These were all things that captured the pretty blonde's imagination, all things that gave him the edge on her! In the background Jed could still see the repeating images of himself screwing those soft white buttocks! As the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Jed could see that Mort was drifting into a hazy aftermath of loving, Jed hurriedly released his aching hard penis.
Mort pulled out of the clinging wetness of Lita's silky pussy slowly. God, he thought, looking up at Jed who was watching him, you two have screwed me up for years, and now at last I've had a chance to screw you back!
"Like it?" Jed asked, a lewd grin on his face as his naked cock throbbed in his hands.
"That's not the word for it!" Mort replied. He stumbled to his feet, leaving Lita lying exhausted upon the floor. The glamorous creature looked up at the two men, her eyes cat-like slits that betrayed a semi-trance state.
"Can I wash up?" he asked Jed.
"Yeah, sure, buddy. Right in through there!"
Jed pointed to the door which led to a bathroom, and watched as the panting agent headed for it. Then Jed moved around his wife's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the tight little hole that had caused Mort so much pleasure. "What a beauty!" he exclaimed. Lita lay completely sated, almost sleeping but still vaguely aware of things around her. Jed longed to bring her back to life. Holding his rock-hard cock in his hand, he jerked it absent-mindedly and began to speak. "How was it?"
"Mmmmmmmm...."
"Who's the greatest man you ever knew?"
"Mmmmm, you are, darling, you are!"
"Then thank me!"
"Thank you, darling. Thank you for letting Mort fuck me!"
"That's right! You'd do anything for some good cock, wouldn't you?"
"Almost," Lita admitted.
"Want me to get some other guys over to fuck?"
"Mmmmmmmm...."
The pinkly shining split of Lita's pussy flesh was drenched and widespread, the blonde curling hairs glistening with the combined moisture of orgasmic secretions. What an obscenely presented treat, Jed thought as he stroked the thick foreskin of his penis all the way back. His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight, the veins throbbing impatiently.
It was as if Lita was more his for fucking Mort, and Jed liked the feeling. It was different from her ordinary infidelities which he usually found out about sooner or later. This way he was in control of the situation of giving his wife certain kinds of forbidden pleasure. Yes, he liked the idea quite a bit.
"You fucking whore! I'll get you so much cock you'll beg me to stop!"
"Mmmmmmmm...." Lita moaned luxuriously, stretching out like a cat on the soft rug of the study.
The action of Jed's hand on his throbbing lust-expanded shaft felt so good that he knew he wouldn't stop. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was meditative as his hand worked faster and faster. Beads of sweat popped out on the film star's forehead and his own blond hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them and gave a hum of bliss.
Lita could hear the slapping sound of Jed's tingling male flesh in his hand and she opened her eyes to look up at him.
"Aren't you going to give it to me?" she asked pleadingly.
Jed looked down at his wife with an expression akin to agony. He was aware of Mort standing in the doorway from the bathroom. He didn't care.
"Not the way you want it, hon. Not now, anyway!"
"Oh!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna cream all over your bod!" he announced and then, uttering a strangled cry, Jed let his raging hot cock jerk upward with a jolt.
"SSSSSSSS ... catch it. Catch it, baby!"
Suddenly Lita saw the thick white jets of sperm shooting from her husband's jerking penis and then she felt the hot wet splotches of it landing on her nakedly shivering body. On her face it splattered and then ran down. It struck the soft shapes of her up-pointed breasts and splattered on her whitely exposed belly, inching down the still spread inner thighs toward her inundated young cunt.
"Oooooooooh!" she groaned, tormented. "Ooooooohhhh, my strong handsome man! My lover!"
Lita waved good bye to Mort as he climbed into the red MG which had been brought around to the front of the house from the garage.
"Spain, huh?" Mort asked, looking up at Jed who stood there with his arm around Lita.
"Yeah, pal. You can fix it up. I know you can!"
Mort sat behind the steering wheel and held onto the wheel. His system was still swirling with the pleasure gotten from Lita's young loins.
Christ, he thought. "Yeah, sure," he replied, starting up the motor. "I guess I can fix it up. I'll get back to you on the phone."
"So long, baby!" Jed called. Hugging Lita to him, he bent down to kiss the softly parted lips that he loved to feel against his. Mort watched them in the rear-view mirror as he drove away. He had the funny feeling that he had been screwed twice that day.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mom and Dad are having a party tonight, you know," Jill spoke to her brother in the garden. Nannie was somewhere nearby, supposedly looking after them.
"Where's Nannie?" Eddie asked.
"Back there, sitting on a bench, knitting!" Jill replied.
"Let's go around to the playhouse then," Eddie said.
"Sure!" Jill was happy that her brother wanted to be alone with her. He had shown very little interest in her since the night when they'd watched their mother and father in the study. Contrary to the little girl's expectations, her brother had not gone with her to her room afterward to continue their mutual explorations, but had gone to his own bed and collapsed, leaving her to pout and go to bed alone.
Since then they'd both been busy at school, where they were in different classes, and Jill was beginning to wonder if Eddie would ever touch her again.
Now the two teenagers slipped around the garden path and ran up a rope ladder that led to a tree-house hidden by the big branches. Jill sat down in one comer and her brother sat next to her. Even if Nannie found them, she wouldn't be able to climb the ladder to get to them.
Jill studied her brother's face. How handsome he was! Her heart beat excitedly as she realized that he was going to confide in her.
"I know about the party too," Eddie said, breathlessly. "How did you find out?"
"Mother told me this afternoon," the fourteen year old replied. She was thinking about what her brother's youthful cock had felt like, sliding into the deep channel of her rectum. She had been sore for awhile, but she felt all right back there now. She would even let him do it again if he wanted to, but she would rather feel him inside her tight little pussy. For the young blonde girl knew that that way was the best, from her friends at school and from the various sex education courses she had already had. Meanwhile, she passed her time working her small deft fingers upward in the tiny pit of her adolescent cunt in an effort to widen the channel for an eventual entry.
These special private explorations had not only prepared the teenager for what she hoped would not be long in coming, but had made her more sensual than ever, and more impatient.
"I found out about it another way!" Eddie announced, his wide blue eyes staring into his younger sister's.
Jill felt thrilled down to the bottom of her green-painted toenails.
"Yes?" she replied. "Been snooping again?"
"Sure. I always snoop now."
"But you didn't ask me to come!" Jill pouted, hurt that she had been left behind.
"Well, it's just too dangerous and then there are just some times when I like to be alone."
"Okay, so what did you find out; what did you see?"
"Jill, they're gonna have a fuck party!"
"A fuck party?" Jill was incredulous.
"Well, that's what Dad called it. He was fucking Mother and looking down in her face and talking to her, and he was saying, "I want you to have a good time at the fuck party. I want you to fuck every man who comes!"
"Wow! And what did Mom say?" Jill was impressed.
"She was moaning and groaning and jiggling up her legs around Dad's back and she was saying, "Yes, yes, and you fuck all the pussy!"
"Far out!" Jill exclaimed.
"And you know what?" Eddie asked.
"What?"
"We're going to the party!"
"HOOOORAY!" Jill bounced eagerly up and down on the hardwood floor of the tree-house, until her soft little buttocks hurt. Then the little girl thought. "But, Eddie. How?"
"Well, I waited and I heard them discussing all the plans afterward, and everyone's going in disguise. So I figured that after everyone is blotto. You know how they get, with all those pills and booze and stuff. Well, then we just join the party and nobody will know the difference if we're careful enough."
"Oh boy!" Jill realized that it would be her opportunity to act out her daring plan to gain her brother's affection. "I have to get busy with my costume right now!"
Already the little girl was trying to decide what to wear. She would have to make herself look older, but that was no problem, after all she had been to professional school, and she knew how to put on make up and to change her appearance.
"You'll have to put some padding on your chest!" Eddie remarked, doubtfully.
"I know that!" Jill snapped. She felt very sensitive about the fact that she didn't yet have such big beautiful breasts like her mother.
After a few moments more of planning the two teenagers quietly climbed back down from the tree-house, letting themselves drop on the soft lawn below.
"Where have you children been?" Nannie asked, looking up from her knitting.
"Up in the tree-house," the teenagers answered truthfully.
My, how they're getting to look like their mother and father, Nannie thought with dismay. I do hope they don't get those children involved in show business! They 're too good-looking for their own good!
* * *
The entire rest of the afternoon was spent in preparation. And by the time evening came, Jill was ready. In her .room, she turned about, examining her reflection in the mirror. The life-like falsies had given her a large bosom, and one of which any young woman should be proud. They were an integral part of a lacy black brassiere that she had gotten from one of her mother's drawers, and she had sewn soft foam-rubber inside the large cups. Her fake breasts looked exactly the same as her mother's, as long as she kept the brassiere on. On top of the bulging brassiere the young blonde girl had fashioned a halter-type top of a shiny blue, composed of part of her drum-majorette outfit, and the panties of the same glossy blue had been cut down to bikini size and were elasticized. Underneath the tight little panties she wore a garter belt that held up the lace net stockings which she had also swiped from her mother's lingerie drawer. A pair of high heels which were her very own, bought for her for Christmas by a sophisticated Santa Claus, added a definite charm to her naturally shapely legs.
"Great! I look just great!" Jill told herself in the mirror. Raising her graceful arms, the young girl arranged her hair in a shining pile on top of her head, twisting it and pinning it with long blond hairpins until she looked at least eighteen.
The make up was easy. The fourteen year old had had a great deal of useful practice putting on make up in school as well as at home. The lipstick was a deep burgundy red like the kind her mother wore, and her fingernails and toenails had received a coat to match. The perfumed bubble bath she'd taken earlier had left a soft scent of magnolias on the teenage girl's creamy flesh. Batting her eyelashes seemed an almost impossible task, given the length of the false eyelashes that she had stuck on, so Jill took them off at the last moment, deciding that they were unnecessary since she would be wearing a mask anyway.
It was most important that her features be covered and since Eddie had told her that this was the way all the guests at the party would be attired, Jill knew that their own private masquerade would be a success. The mask fit snugly over the young girl's delicate features, and looking once more in her full-length mirror, Jill scarcely recognized herself. She looked like a miniature version of a pert movie starlet, and if there was any doubt as to her age, the large and perfectly shaped breasts that she boasted would carry her over the hill, so to speak.
"There! It's perfect!" she cried, awed by her own disguise.
Nevertheless, the fourteen year old's shapely legs trembled and she could feel her heart thumping at the thought that she would shortly be in the midst of a bunch of dissolute adults.
But her ambitious project carried her through to the completion of her preparations, the dabbing on of the contents of a little bottle of musk oil-"guaranteed to arouse your love", so the label read!
Young Eddie, in his room, had just finished his own outfit, and when he put it on, he knew that he too would pass the test, especially since he knew that by a certain point in the evening the grown-ups would not be able to see too straight anyway. There was a knock on his door, and Eddie adjusted his mask before calling out to his sister to come in. The fifteen year old boy turned to face the little girl and each regarded the other with admiration.
Jill could see that her brother had brought home from school his costume for a pirate movie he'd been making and he looked every bit his part in his hip-high black boots that had a good heel on them to make him look taller. Green tights and a black coat with brass buttons completed the outfit and what with the black mask covering his face, the boy was completely unrecognizable.
Jill hugged her brother to her, pressing her trim little body against his, nudging the up-pointed softness of her false breasts against his chest. To his surprise, the young boy felt himself responding to those breasts as though they were real, just as if they were Mother's.
Nervously, he hugged Jill back, and the young staff of his cock rose to throb against the young girl's snug belly.
"Now," he said, very much the leader of the expedition into the dangerous world of their parents, "we must wait for the right moment!" Jill shivered against her brother. "Yes," she whispered. After this night, she knew she might never be the same. "Yes!" the frightened but determined teenage girl affirmed.
* * *
"Of course you don't need anything underneath!" Jed smiled at his wife. "You'll be taking it off soon anyway!"
Lita wasn't sure. "I guess you're right," she said. No use pretending that the party was anything other than an elaborate orgy, she thought. The idea of it made the sensuous blonde nervous nonetheless. She and Jed had done a lot of things in their time together, but nothing quite so blatant as this. Yet underneath it all an underlying excitement was building. They had invited only the most special people to their home that evening, and as she pulled her purple velvet gown over her exquisite nakedness, Lita thought of them.
Bert Stewart, the famous star of Westerns, was coming. Lita could remember watching Stewart's movies when she was a young girl, long before she became a star in her own right. The older man had lost none of his rugged good looks, and Lita felt an odd stirring in her lower belly at the thought that soon she might be writhing nakedly in Stewart's arms.
James Little, the wild rock star, was coming, along with his wife Barbara, and George Hudson was bringing his daughter, Sara. All the others were equally well-known and equally exciting individuals. They were the "beautiful people, all rich and talented and therefore forming a kind of elite world of their own.
As Jed's fingers closed around her waist, Lita leaned back against her husband. She felt good and especially lovely in her purple velvet dress. Being naked inside was a sensual experience in itself and Lita let her sleek thighs rub softly together beneath the dress. Jed was kissing her neck, creating little tingles of desire all up and down her spine. Soon, her dress would be off, and her lithe naked body would be free to love and be loved.
"Everyone will see how truly beautiful you are!" Jed whispered. "Everyone will know how lucky I am!"
"Mmmmmmm" Lita closed her eyes and jiggled her full soft buttocks back toward the rising staff of her husband's naked cock. She could feel it standing tall beneath the Moroccan caftan that he wore, pressing eagerly against her offered buttocks.
"Promise you won't get jealous?" Lita asked softly.
"I promise, but what about you!" he asked.
"You can do anything you want, love. Give all the ladies a thrill! Tonight anything goes. But tomorrow, watch out!"
The famous couple laughed, watching their mirror images and finding themselves suitably handsome. In a few moments they would put on their masks and go out to mingle with their guests, some of whom had already arrived.
The arriving guests left their invitations at the gate with the admitting guard and then drove up to the grounds. Their cars were parked and from then on they were on their own. No servants greeted them as they approached the imposing house, nor were there any once they were inside. All the drinks and hors d'oeuvres were set up in a fantastic arrangement on a long low table that extended the length of the far wall of the living room. Music was already playing, low and soft but containing a haunting African under beat. The masked and costumed guests helped themselves to drinks and exotic tidbits and wandered throughout the house, moving from room to room with the ease with which they had acquired their fame. Some started to dance out by the swimming pool which was lit up with deep-purple infra-red lights and heated against the cooler California evenings. Some were amusing themselves with the video equipment which was in the study, making tapes of themselves in their costumes or watching on a bank of screens the things that were happening in the other rooms.
There was also a table near the bar which contained several smoke-mirrored boxes. All the boxes were carefully labeled and inside each one the guests could choose the drug of their choice. Most popular at the moment in California and at the party were the Qualuds, tranquilizers with a reputation for enhancing sexuality.
By the time Lita and Jed made their appearance, most of the guests were pleasantly bombed out of their minds. Lita and Jed too had taken Qualuds and were beginning to feel the familiar hazy feeling that accompanied the onset of the drug within their systems.
Lita looked at the fantastically dressed creatures who were enjoying themselves without the aid of hosts or servants and she hummed to herself.
"My, don't they look nice?" She and Jed hurried to mingle with the others, feeling themselves engulfed in the slow lazy pace of the night.
Lita smiled and cooed invitingly to her guests. The night was hers! She felt the admiration of her guests who could not help but know who she was even though she was masked as they were. From time to time her eyes met Jed's across the room. Lita laughed and picked out one of the pre-rolled hashish cigarettes. The lovely blonde screen actress inhaled deeply, holding the potent smoke in her lungs until she grew dizzy and released it slowly. Instantly she felt a reaction, mingling with the pill she had already taken.
The reaction, she could tell, was going to get stronger and stronger within a few moments. Might as well take advantage of it!
Lita began to run. Her bare feet felt light and soft upon the Persian rugs of the living room and as she reached the terrace through the open doors, the outdoor rug by the pool was firm. Happily, Lita slipped out of her dress beside the pool, and seeing a group of men nearby, she called out to them to further attract their attention.
"Come and get me, if you want me!" she sighed softly, almost coyly, and then naked and splendid in the soft night air, the actress slipped into the heated water of the pool. Behind her the men disrobed in their turn, leaving on only their masks, and one by one jumped into the pool after their hostess. There was not one of them who had not wanted to fuck the most famous actress in the world at the moment. Not one of them who had not had a fantasy about Lita Romance. Lita reached the other side of the long pool and hoisted herself easily up out of the water, laughing down at the five men who had followed her and who at this moment reached her.
"I'll take you all, I think!" she sighed. "Do you all want me?"
A chorus of voices answered, "Yes!" and Lita laughed again and said, "Mmmmmmmm!"
Suddenly she felt like Jane and she was in the jungle followed by a bunch of savages. Images flitted through her head quickly now and the drugged actress stood up and slipped into the nearby bushes beside the pool. Real grass grew beneath them, and it was there that she, the queen of the jungle, would receive her subjects.
Slowly she lay back upon the grass, listening for the sound of her admirers. They were coming. Yes, there was one of them now! Her glazed eyes could see the masked man's firm naked body and the surging hardness of his cock as he stood over her. Through his mask he looked down at her and whispered her name. "Lita!"
She recognized his voice. It was Bert Stewart. Just like in his movies when he rode into town and conquered the heroine of the film, he would now conquer her!
But what was he waiting for? Little indescribable electric shocks were shooting through the nerve-ends of her body like a thousand dancing devils. The inner softness of the blonde actress's thighs quivered with anticipation as she began to grind her soft naked buttocks down into the carefully tended grass: She had to quench a searing hot flame that was suddenly licking hungrily at her nakedness. It was caused as much by her own nature as by the combination of drugs she had willingly consumed, for by now Lita was completely caught up in a fantasy world which was more real to her than the true world around her. What was reality anyway? At the moment Lita did not know, nor did she care. It was futile to think of it as the fire roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for a moment, her mind giving in to the pinpricks of sensation that followed the sudden sensation of many fingers digging into the tenderness of her pale flesh.
Someone, or was it all of them, was playing and teasing with her, placing his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her pulsating pussy, pulling them slowly apart. Too slowly!
Slowly trying to arch her loins upward, Lita gasped with the force of her desire. Then she realized with sudden clarity that she was looking directly at Bert Stewart; despite his mask she recognized him, and the others too. And behind him was Ross Redman, and on one side of her was the Great Bennie, most famous football player of all time; next to him Bobby Alison, the TV host, and on the other side of her was Ed Perrier, the news commentator. It was an all star cast, and she was getting top billing!
Lita Romance groaned, feeling the exquisite excitement of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled up her now quivering belly and to the nipples of her pulsating breasts as the straining muscles of her thighs relaxed slowly and her white creamy breasts rose and fell with her heavy labored breath.
Through glazed eyeballs and lowered lids, Lita saw Stewart's tongue licking nervously at his mouth as small beads of sweat formed over his upper lip. His fingers were stroking her open pussy while the others began to touch her all over.
Stewart could not wait another moment. Before him lay the vision of a lifetime. A woman voted most beautiful in the world by her peers. Through his mask, a brief affair which came to his nose, covering the main area of his eyes but leaving room for the bright flashing pupils that were now dilated by the dark and the liquor and the drugs, Stewart could see that the others were growing impatient too. They would all want a turn at that delightful-looking pussy!
Bert kneeled down between the widely parted legs just as Lita began to writhe in a combination of lust and anger. She jerked forward wildly, her legs kicking out uncontrollably as her heels curled up around Stewart's lean hips. With a grunt the over-stimulated woman pulled him with a strong tug, until the famous actor fell heavily upon the nakedness of her writhing body. Brusquely, the film star guided the burgeoning head of his thickly erect penis into her moistly throbbing cunt, his heavy weight smashing her against the ground with a deep moan. The others touched her where they could, some feeling her breasts, the others licking at her ears, her lips, her fluttering eyelids. Someone was inserting a finger into the tight channel of her anus while Stewart wormed upward against her, his thick cock arching ever inward.
Then Stewart levered up, ramming his lust-swollen shaft as deep as it would go up into her hungrily clasping cunt. His balls smacked heavily against Lita's upturned ass-cheeks, the tight muscular belly pressing hard against the blonde's soft creamy stomach.
Lita gnashed her teeth tightly together, wanting him deeper. It seemed that she could pull him still deeper into her hot quivering pussy, but for some reason the position wasn't right for it.
"Fuck deeper! Lift my ass up higher!" she cried in desperation. As if in instant response, two of the other men were lifting her ass up higher while one still had his outstretched finger screwing within the deep confines of her anus. Thus the Queen of Hollywood was held up; she made odd grinding noises and splayed her legs wide to give them all greater access. Stewart's tongue rammed deep into the wild blonde's open mouth, his saliva slipping down into her throat. She sucked at it in a frenzy, her body and mind caught up in a whirlpool of naked raw desire that she had to obliterate.
Great Bennie had hold of her breasts and was twisting the ripe nipples painfully. Lita moaned. Stewart's jerking cock began to piston into her mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain as well as delight, while his loins smacked against hers.
Brutal thudding sounds resounded from the bushes beside the swimming pool with each pile-driving blow, and Lita moaned again.
Once, clad in his flowing Morrocan caftan, Jed O'Brien passed by and heard his wife's groans. Looking into the dimness, he could barely make out the writhing figures in the bushes.
"Ah, yes," he thought to himself. "Fuck her good! Fuck her good!" The idea of his wife getting boffed by five of the most famous cocks in town stimulated the actor so much that he did not linger to watch the rest of the lewd proceedings. He remembered the odd little creature who had come on to him a short while before, and went in search of her.
"I might as well get mine while Lita's getting hers!" Jed said aloud, as he moved away from the scene of his wife's debauchery.
In the bushes Lita bucked uncontrollably beneath Stewart and the four other men. Cocks, fingers, tongues, all were grazing against her, pressing onto and into her delicate flesh and it felt as though she would disintegrate from the acute pleasure-pain that shocked her body thoroughly. Then the excited actress groaned in frustration as she felt Stewart's plunging cock stiffen without warning within the narrow channel of her cunt.
"No, no, no!" she cried. "Not yet!" But Stewart's head snapped back as he felt the rage of his orgasm whip through his tingling balls through the burgeoning piston of his cock.
"FUCK, Lita, you're one good lay!" he gasped as his white-hot sperm began to empty far up into the hidden recesses of the distressed blonde actress's tortured womb.
Lita gurgled into what she thought was the nearest mouth, but which turned out to be the fat tip of a swollen cock. It was pushed into her parted lips before she could enter further protests and unceremoniously it began to withdraw and enter with a steady rhythm. Someone was straddling her chest, keeping himself upward to protect her sensitive breasts while someone else twiddled the stiff nipples.
Christ, she would cum yet!
Stewart's deflating penis was slipping lewdly from her searing vagina as Lita buffeted her wet loins upward angrily, tears of frustration running down her passion-inflamed cheeks while she sucked hungrily upon the long rigidity of the inward sliding penis. Her vision was so blurred by now that the drugged screen goddess could no longer make out faces. Hell, she'd give them whatever faces she wanted! Mickey Mouse, if she wanted! Donald Duck!
Stewart was standing aside and letting the boyish Ross Rodman step into his place. Redman smiled his thanks and readied his nakedly throbbing cock, nodding to Ed Perrier that he could come in too.
They turned her easily on her side while Great Bennie adjusted his position while keeping his still thick cock stuffed in Lita's open mouth.
"Oh, fuck me!" Lita gasped around the thrusting of the hard penis in her mouth. "I need a cock in my cunt! Hurry, someone!"
The fire burned on until she could tell that it would be soon. She wanted to feel her belly filled with more pools of cum mixed with her own juices, oh good God; she had to cum soon or die! Her nakedly gyrating body was going to explode into a million pieces if someone didn't stuff a cock into her soon, but surely it was about to happen now. She could feel her legs being parted as she lay now on her side, and suddenly she was doubly impaled, from front and from the rear!
Lita jerked forward in pain. It felt as if she were being rent in two! The youthful-looking Redman, a sandy-haired actor of some standing, thrust into the silky softness of her vagina, while from behind, Perrier slid his impatiently throbbing cock into the little hole of her anus. The two men crushed her nakedness between them with such force that each male instrument sped into her with enormous force. Perrier's elongated shaft ground ceaselessly upward into the blonde actress's rectum while inside somewhere, the two blunt edged rods of hard male flesh rubbed against each other, separated at the base and inside only by a thin partition of tight elastic flesh. Lita Romance groaned in anguish, holding onto Great Bennie's thighs as he thrust his cock ever the more forcefully into her wide-open lips. Lita had done many things in her life, some of them before she'd married Jed O'Brien, but never in her life had she felt anything remotely resembling this incredible triple ravishment at her very own party! The talented actress and mother was impaled brutally from both sides and there was no escape. The urge to escape lasted only a few brief moments, however, and then the very impossible nature of her predicament made her feel a forbidden excitement and pleasure seeping in from all sides, joining with the pain to create something bigger, something more powerful!
Above the wildly thrashing quartet, Bobby Allison grinned down, his mind completely blown by the lascivious sight. His stout frame stood poised, ready to join in at any moment, but there was scarcely any room for him unless he wanted to bugger one of the guys. Not that he hadn't done that too, but right now what he wanted was a piece of Lita Romance. The talk-show host had to content himself with a sympathetic slapping of his rigid cock in the pudgy palm of his hand.
"Goddamned sexiest thing I ever saw!" he muttered appreciatively while Lita was buffeted back and forth between the two men and a third had his cock stuck halfway down her throat.
But Lita was beginning to moan and mewl with delight as finally the fucking she'd been craving was being given to her. It seemed now that this was just what she had in mind. If she'd written the scenario, it would have included this scene! She could feel Perrier's stomach pressing into her back as he strained himself forward, hooking his cock forward and worming it upward between her trembling white buttocks while in front the hairy base of Redman's fully inserted penis spread her small cuntal lips to their utmost width. Both the delicate openings, the most intimate portions of her body were being mercilessly assaulted. Lita's throbbing clitoris rubbed relentlessly against the curling pubic hairs of the sandy-haired actor, while the bristly hairs of Great Bennie's spread buttocks grazed against her nose each time his rampant cock plunged down into her mouth.
Her every orifice was being violated. She was completely filled with hard male flesh!
"Shit, baby! Do it!" Bert Stewart came over to stand next to Allison, and his own cock had gotten hard again just looking at the others. Imitating Allison, he began to pull his foreskin all the way back with obvious relish, licking his lips characteristically as he looked on. Would he and Allison get a turn after the others, he wondered? Just how much could Lita Romance take?
Lita was going to show them what stuff she was made of. Why, I could take on a regiment, if I wanted. Why, I'm Eleanor of Aquitaine! I'm Catherine the Great! I'm Cleopatra! All the famous women who are known to have enjoyed fucking came to her mind and one by one, Lita became them. Her excitement had become a blinding force within her, and the lust-driven actress knew that she had the strength to endure it all to the end, to emerge a woman made greater by fucking.
With a superhuman effort, Lita ground her shapely buttocks backward right into the thrusting cock behind her. And then she squirmed herself forward, jiggling down a bit so that the thick hard penis churning within her clasping pussy could reach the very end of her vaginal canal. Deep up inside her cunt a spark grew and grew.
"All! All!" Redman was bucking and churning, his heated penis slipping and sliding, impaling the writhing beauty's passionately grasping pussy. He grunted and groaned, feeling he was going to cream into her at any second. Behind her, Perrier plowed jerkily into her spread buttocks and began to spurt hot jets of cum directly up into her enraged anus. Feeling the tempo and sensing the change in excitation, Redman growled and, clapping his hands upon Lita's quivering breasts, he held on as he exploded deep into her straining pussy.
As the two men loudly proclaimed their intense orgasms, Great Bennie gasped and let his cream spurt out into Lita's helplessly open mouth.
Eat it! Eat it!" he cried softly.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Lita felt herself cumming as she'd never cum before as two jets of sperm added themselves to those three jets that were already inside of her. Allison and Stewart had pumped themselves to vibrant climaxes, letting the viscous liquid slip over the writhing bodies on the ground before them.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooooh!" she cooed, her blonde hair sprawled out upon the grass, face flushed, and eyes closed. They were squeezing her and fingering her sweat-slickened flesh in the final convulsive states of their ruthless fucking of her helpless body between them. Six hands and then eight and then ten began to pull at her trembling breasts, to knead at her quaking buttocks, to flick at her pussy. Hairy testicles brushed against her spread ass-cheeks, her face, her stomach, her sleek thighs.
The world-famous actress lay beneath them all, accepting it all, loving it, wallowing in it as though her fans had finally gotten to touch her, to do with her what they really wanted and what she really wanted to have done. There were no other women around, just herself and her men. What more could any woman ask?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The pert little charmer who had so boldly come up to Jed earlier at the party seemed to be trying to elude him now. Well, if it was a chase she wanted, he'd give her one, he figured. A little unsteady on his feet because of the pills and the one drink he'd had of vintage champagne, O'Brien nevertheless followed the cute girl from room to room at a good pace. She made him think of another really tiny girl he'd known once, Millie. She'd been so little that she fit into his refrigerator in his apartment in New York. Even though she was only four feet tall, this girl had had a body that made it clear she wasn't anybody's child, and the combination of tininess and voluptuousness had been tremendously exciting. This girl now, was more like a nymph, with those long slender legs and that little nipped in waist. The soft little buttocks that he'd decided to get a good feel of were shapely and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. From the looks of her she was a real blonde too. Jed, despite the fact that he himself was blond, had always shown a preference for that coloring, perhaps out of narcissism, he'd never stopped to figure it out.
He passed a couple screwing in a comer of the dining-room and saw just as he was leaving the room, that they were getting up on the long table, pushing some of the additional food that had been put out to the side as they continued their lewd intercourse without missing a stroke. "More power to you!" he called as he followed the young girl down the hall. All the servants were out of the house for the night, and all the rooms of the adult wing had been left open for the guests. At first Jed thought he was about to comer the girl in the study, but she looked behind her. Hell, why was she frightened now? She had seemed so bold before! Seeing him close up on her, the sprite had sprinted farther off down the hall.
"I'll get you, little cock-tease!" he called after her, and with an enormous burst of speed he caught up with her and held her by the arm.
Horrified, the fourteen year old girl found herself face to face with her father. Earlier in the evening, Jill had infiltrated herself quite easily in the grown-up party, and she had been overjoyed to find that no one penetrated her disguise. Why, she'd gone right up to her father and, using a low sultry voice something like her mother's, had said, "Hi, handsome!"
It had been her plan to show her brother that she could be attractive to other men, too, to thereby gain his affection. In particular, she had wanted him to see that their own father would be interested in her. But now she had no idea where Eddie was, and here was Dad thinking that she was just some girl at the party and chasing her around the house! The frightened teenage girl didn't know quite what to do. If she told her father who she was, there would be hell to pay-why she and Eddie might even get sent away to some expensive boarding school in Switzerland instead of staying with their parents. Neither of them wanted that, as they both knew that they could learn far more being around Jed and Lita than at any school!
"I ... I've got to be going now!" the disguised teenage girl stammered. But Jed wasn't paying much attention. With determination and a strength that the fourteen year old girl could not resist, he half-dragged her to the steps and then half-carried her downstairs on his hip. They entered the small theatre-room where the family usually watched movies, and Jed saw that there were already two couples there, watching a film. Briefly, Jill got to see that it was the one about the woman and the donkey, before she was carried into the small room where the films were kept. There was nothing but a small couch of foam rubber and a standing ashtray that stood beside a table equipped with splicing machinery.
Jed gruffly told her to sit down and wait until he came back. Terrified, Jill did as she was asked. Anxiously, she checked her mask to make sure it was in position. Looking down, she saw that her real-looking breasts were still there. There was a small hole in her stockings where she had snagged them earlier.
With a sinking feeling, Jill looked up to see her father returning with two glasses of champagne.
The sultry music of Isaac Hayes drifted lazily into the small room as Jed locked the door behind him. The music continued through one of the many speakers throughout the house, even after the door had been closed.
Jed thrust the tulip-stemmed glass into Jill's hand and stood leering down at her. Who the devil is she anyway? Jed wondered, trying to recall which of the long list of invited guests this enchanting creature might be.
Jill drank, wrinkling her nose at the bubbles. It was not the first time she'd had champagne by any means, but it was the first time she'd completed a whole glass. It seemed the only thing to do under the circumstances, and the young girl hoped that the liquor would give her some courage, some sustenance.
Jed put his glass down beside the splicing equipment and came closer. Suddenly all Jill's nerves seemed to shatter. "Oh, please don't do anything to me!" she cried, overcome with dreadful apprehension. The fourteen year old girl sobbed and cowered back into the comer of the seat, whimpering with fright. Her fears were justified as her father moved in closer to her.
"No, please!" she said, holding her hands out to ward him off.
"Oh, so it's gonna be like that!" Jed said with a chuckle. "Okay, I'll play along with your little game!"
"I ... I have a ... a husband!" she lied, trying to think of something, anything that would stop him.
"And I have a wife!" Jed replied. "Perhaps your husband is with my wife at this very moment." Already his arm was circling her, drawing her to him. "And besides, I'll bet your husband might be interested if I taught you a few new tricks, huh?" He whispered lewdly into the young girl's ear, never once suspecting that this nervous little blonde was his very own teenage daughter!
Wild thoughts raced through Jill's mind. Could she get away from him if she began to pound against him? But Jed was drawing her to him, disregarding her small hands against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as his open mouth came down in search of hers. Wetly the older man's lips ground against his small daughter's mouth while she groaned and struggled feebly.
The young girl rolled her masked head back and forth in limp protest, her soft blonde hair escaping its pins and coming loose on the back of the sofa. Her blue eyes were closed for what seemed only a brief second and when she opened them her father was thoroughly naked, his caftan lying in a crumpled mass on the floor of the room.
Jill had certainly seen her father naked before, but never had she thought that that big thick cock between his legs might be aimed at her tight little cunt! She longed for Eddie, for his just-right-sized penis to fit her, for the chance to give herself up to her older brother the way it seemed she'd always wanted to!
But it seemed destined that she would not lose her tight virginity to her beloved brother as her father came back to her, his arm embracing her while her hand went flat against his warm muscular chest. She could feel the softness of his blond chest hair tickling her palm and then her father's mouth was glued to hers again, his tongue sliding in between her parted lips past the willingly opened barrier of her small white teeth.
Dazedly Jill knew that a part of her would never be the same again. She who had strained so toward womanhood was about to have it thrust upon her with a shocking suddenness. She could feel her father shiver against her, a low moan escaping his lips as he grew more and more excited by her. His hand began to trace up the soft hot flesh of her calf. The naked flesh of her youthful thighs beneath the mesh stockings was pliant and yet firm beneath his touch and Jill felt her heart pounding faster and faster. His fingers slid gently now up inside the tight elastic legband of her costume. He knew exactly how her outfit was constructed and easily unhooked her stockings from the fastening inside so that he could roll them down. Jill reflected upon the ease with which her father handled her and thought that he must have undressed hundreds of women in his lifetime. The stockings were rolled down to above her knees and shortly after, the handsome actor's fingers were gliding over the naked flesh of his young daughter's warmly unresisting thighs. She presented a temptingly lewd picture to him, and Jed could hardly wait.
The teenage girl felt ashamed and guilty, mostly because of Eddie to whom she had secretly pledged her deepest love. But it was all too much for her. A ravishing shock rippled along the flesh of her legs.
His hand pressed insistently upon her pretend-breasts and Jill was surprised when her father did not seem to realize that they were not real. Even more surprising was the fact that she herself seemed to feel some sensation from his fingers playing on her silk-covered bosom.
"Oh no!" she thought, panicking. But already little butterfly-like sensations were fluttering through her stomach. Jill moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her and now the effects of the champagne were beginning to cause something akin to paralysis within the adolescent girl. Rapidly she felt her mind as well as her body losing control. A sadness took hold of the little girl as she thought of her darling brother. Where was Eddie now? And what was he doing? It was not her father who inspired the youthful desire in her young loins, but her brother, and now here was Dad kissing her and making her feel things she didn't really want to feel with him!
It seemed useless to plead anymore and now little Jill made no more effort toward stopping her father as he ran his hands excitedly overly her smartly costumed body. Small pin-pricks of desire raced through the blonde girl as with a tremor she gave herself up to the large hands that smoothed over her delicate body.
Jill could feel the heat of her father's breath rushing against the tiny orifice of her ear and then he was moving his head to bring his lips down to lock wetly against hers again. Jill felt herself sinking, drowning maybe, as with a groan she found herself thrusting her own small pointed tongue back into her father's mouth, letting him suck it deep into the wetness there. Despite her misgivings, Jill's father's kisses were sending tremulous thrills of desire throughout her limp unprotesting body. Jed sensed her compliance and eased his mouth away, whispering hoarsely, "I want you!"
Once more she felt her father slipping his middle finger slowly under the legband of her costume, fingering the already moist band of her miniscule panties and slipping inward. She squirmed back against him, trying to push at him, but his other hand was plying the tender softness of her padded brassiere and Jed was not to be denied. Jill whimpered helplessly as his fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her virginal cunt and gently thrust into it, making sudden contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris.
"Ahhhh ... eh. Shaved?" Jed sighed. A shaved pussy was always an extra thrill for him and he was delighted to find that he was fingering an almost naked cunt except for some sparse growth of hair. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated the young girl, and Jill, sucking in her breath tightly, held back a groan of pleasure that she felt building from deep within her. She could feel tears of shame and fear cascading warmly down her cheeks beneath her mask as in horror she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses on her helplessly aroused little pussy.
Jed could feel his lust-hardened penis growing so hard that he thought it might burst in two. The delightful young girl who had come onto him earlier was providing to be more exciting than he'd ever dreamed. He could feel her hips begin to squirm in unintentional rhythm to the light teasing of his extended middle finger as it stroked and flicked against the twitching bud of the small girl's moistly throbbing pussy. She was so small! Jed wondered if he'd ever get his big cock inside of her. But then he remembered her saying that she was married and he figured that if her husband could do it, by God, so could he! It wouldn't be long now, he thought, before he'd have those long white legs wrapped tightly up and around his neck. Back and forth his nervous fingers glided within the small hot wetness of her soft inner vaginal lips.
It was just then that Jill felt with startling clarity that the masquerade had gone too far. It was impossible for her to think that she could continue this way, that she could let her father think that she was an experienced woman ready for loving, when in reality she was only a little girl!
"No!" she cried, freezing in an effort to stifle all the pleasure that was growing in her untried loins, and finally coming to life again to squirm and struggle with a renewed strength as she tried to rake her long painted fingernails against her father's nakedly exposed chest.
"Let me go!" she cried.
"What the fuck!" Jed snarled, angry at the sudden change in mood. He lurched backward beyond the reach of the girl's nails. "What the hell's going on anyway?" he asked, glaring at her through the slits of his mask.
"I ... I ... I've never done it before!" she stuttered.
"Don't give me that shit. What about your husband? I know you want to! You're all ready for it, admit it!"
"I ... I've never done it with my husband!" she replied, hopelessly confused.
"Oh?" Jed paused to think a minute, wondering just what he ought to believe of the girl's story. "What's the matter, is he a fairy or something?"
"A fairy?" Jill thought for a second, trying to remember just what a fairy was in adult terminology. Suddenly she remembered.
"Yes, that's it!" she announced.
"Haven't gotten around to a man yet, eh?" Jed asked, interested in the girl's life now. "Listen, I'll show you a few tricks to turn your girlfriend on, honey!" A real virgin, maybe the kid was a real one! A new sense of urgency took hold of the famous actor, but he was careful not to show it. If she was indeed what she said, he'd have to handle her in a certain way. And maybe what she said was true. God knew you could find almost anything at all in Hollywood-but virgins?
"I'll make it nice and easy for you," Jed said. "Just like in the books!" His fingers moved back to the young girl's leg. Touching her in a new way now. She struggled as he pulled against her little blue panties, but Jed Was firm about it and in a few moments they were sliding down her legs. He tugged them off along with the rolled-down stockings and tossed them over on top of his caftan. When he turned back to her, Jill read such lust into his gaze that she cringed backward. "Don't touch me!"
"Don't be silly." Jed's voice was calm. "Of course I'll touch you!" He was looking down at the milk-toned flesh of his only daughter, scanning it lustfully with his eyes. She's absolutely lovely! Maybe fifteen or sixteen, younger than I'd thought. Could be one of those runaway teeny-boppers. Could be some kid trying to break into pictures that one of the invited guests brought along for a lark.
He felt almost dizzy with desire for the soft naked flesh of her little pussy, already anticipating the way it would enclose his hard tingling penis, the way he would worm upward into it and make it respond to his demanding cock. Impatient with the girl's protests, the handsome actor explored the slender thighs, the flat girlishness of her white-skinned belly, the smooth delicate almost hairless surfaces of her tiny pussy. All of this was fully visible to his lusting gaze and Jill knew that it was going to happen anyway. She was going to be hurtled into the adult world because of her masquerade! Where was Eddie? Where was her darling brother?
Through her tears she saw the red and heavy-veined thickness of her father's exposed penis and it seemed impossibly large to her. And then he was grabbing at her, forcing his way between her quivering legs, spreading her soft thighs unmercifully as he guided his lustfully pulsating penis forward, firmly but gently holding her unwilling legs back behind the knees to raise them high. He used the thickly probing head of his burgeoning cock to spread the fleshy lips of his daughter's virginal pussy.
Jill tossed her head wildly, closing her blue eyes with a shudder of despair. Now was the moment to tell him! I'm your daughter, Daddy! It's Jill! But just as she was about to speak, the fourteen year old girl felt the big smooth cock-head creating harsh electrical contact against the sensitivity of her moistened pussy. Jill held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation beneath her father's strong naked body.
In his haste, Jed had not bothered to completely disrobe the little girl, and she remained semi-naked, with the clever costume she had made hiding the fact that she didn't really have voluminous breasts.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Jill gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against the tightly clenched opening of her tiny vaginal lips.
He pushed.
"AAAAAAAaagh!" Jill cried out as her father, gritting his teeth, pushed forward again.
"You are a virgin, aren't you?" he groaned as the huge tip of his rock-hard cock slipped through a little way, cruelly stretching the tightly resilient passage where no man had ever been before. The teenage blonde girl felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure.
"Oh! It hurts! You're hurting me!" she cried, screaming at the top of her lungs as she stared wide-eyed at her father's face directly above hers. She saw him grimace and then his features gave way to a contorted expression of sheer lust. Oh God, she thought, somewhere far away in her mind. This is the way it is. This is the way it feels!
"Oh Jesus!" Jed exclaimed. It was tight, so tight that he felt enormous pain himself, but now that he had gone this far he wouldn't stop until he had gotten his raging cock all the way up inside that impossibly tiny channel! What a night it was! What a success! Lita getting it from the mob out in the bushes and him getting a virgin! It was maddening not to see her face, and yet he knew that somehow this added to the excitement of the lewd act. And besides it was a strict regulation that no one at the party would take off his mask. Tempted as he was to break his own rule (it was his party wasn't it?), Jed abstained and thrust his hips forward with a smooth motion, grunting, as suddenly he sent his long thick cock sliding deep up into the fourteen year old's almost hairless pussy, pushing the softly clinging flesh ahead of his surging penis in pressure waves. There was no stopping now until with a loud groan he announced the slapping of his heavy testicles flat against the upturned cheeks of the young girl's buttocks.
"OHNNNNNNNNNNNNNO!" the girl wailed beneath her father. Even though her brother had once taken her from the rear, entering the forbidden passage of her rectum, she had never been entered this way in her soft virgin pussy by anything larger than a youthful finger! Now she was stuffed, filled so completely that she felt as though her tiny little pussy would give way beneath the force of her father's invading penis.
Jed actually felt that he was being more humane by getting it over quickly. First the pain, he thought to himself, and then the pleasure! Now his heavily throbbing penis lay snug deep in the confines of the young girl's quivering belly, filling every part of her pulsating cunt. There wasn't one ridge of flesh that Jill could not feel as her father's lust-driven cock fit snugly against the soft walls of her painfully throbbing pussy.
Silence hung heavily between father and daughter now except for the loud panting of their labored breaths. Then suddenly Jill felt a deep throb as Jed flexed his virile penis within her.
"Uuuuuuaaaah!" the teenager grunted breathlessly, her face beneath the dark mask a twisted vision of agony.
"Oh baby! Oh yeah! Don't you worry, honey. Daddy'll make it feel good now!"
Jill winced as her father used the word 'daddy' for she knew that he still didn't know that she was his own little girl. She groaned and turned her face to the side. The burning rod of her father's penis made it impossible to think about anything else. Her mind was a jumble with half-formed thoughts and words. She couldn't imagine that any pleasure could ever come from this vile act, and Jill's tears were doubly bitter as she realized that she had no one to blame for what was happening but herself. Tears inundated her mask and slid down to wet the back of her head. Beneath her she could feel the velvet fabric of the sofa. How long had she been in this room with her father? It seemed like days, weeks, months! How long ago had she been excitedly dressing for the party? She could still remember how she'd looked forward to it, and how she and her brother Eddie had infiltrated in among the party guests just when everyone seemed beyond the point of caring or knowing just what was going on. Oh God, that seemed long ago! She was a completely different little girl then, a completely different person.
Jed seemed to sense a loss of resistance in the young blonde girl and, clamping his mouth wetly over hers, he began a slow rocking motion between her fully parted thighs. The agony was like searing explosions within the soft sensitive flesh as her father's steady motions widened the tight narrow passage of her defenseless young pussy. Jill groaned with each short smooth stroke, in hopeless defeat beneath her father.
And then slowly her tormented young body, as though it were going through a transformation of some kind, began an involuntary reaction. Little flames of desire rose throughout her system and Jill had neither the strength nor the will to fight them. She realized that at any moment she was going to surrender totally to the lewd fucking her father was giving her, and the thought sent chills along the base of her spine. The slow rhythm of her father's thickly penetrating cock made wet sluicing noises that echoed in the small room, mingling with the sound of the music that still hovered in the air.
Jed skewered wetly into the little girl's untried depths, feeling her beginning to respond with slow twistings and writhings beneath his heavy weight. Soon she was groaning incessantly up into the open wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with abrupt abandon deep into her father's throat. Little mewls of acceptance came from her lips, and with them a torrent of passionate moans, as mouth gaping, neck straining, little Jill knew the outrageous excitement of her first intimate fucking.
How good it was! It was far different from what she had felt before with her brother, far more intense! She broke out into a light sweat that dampened her entire body, including her pale blonde hair. Then Jill felt her father slide his hands down over the naked curves of her trim flesh to slide beneath the softness of her moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, one in each hand, as he began to thrust with greater determination. Closer and closer he pulled the fourteen year old to his tingling loins as she pulled her aching thighs back a little more lewdly, offering the moist opening of her pinkly glistening cunt. Miraculously, the maddening pain had passed now and the young girl's naked legs on either side of her father's impaling shaft of flesh were quivering with an abandon that she could not control. Her thoughts were effectively silenced by the overpowering sensations of hitherto unknown pleasures. Jill closed her eyes, slipping her tongue upward into her father's mouth as low hums of velvety joy rumbled in her throat.
Jed slaved above the teenage girl, moving now into longer smoother strokes that drew his desire-hardened penis nearly out of Jill's clasping vagina on the backstroke. Then he would plunge forward into her willingly uplifted buttocks again until she could feel the slap of his sperm-swollen testicles against the helplessly exposed crevice of her little anus.
Then Jill felt him beginning to fondle the softly naked lips of her quivering cunt with one hand, simultaneously massaging his own cock as it moved in and out. He continued to play there, creating incredible sensations until groans of unrestrained lust formed in the lust-driven girl's throat and escaped her parted lips. The fourteen year old girl's widening pussy was steeped with hungry desire, swallowing the whole of her father's plundering penis with each merciless thrust.
"Oh! Ah! Oh! Ah! Ohaaaaa!" Jill cried out, chanting as her face beneath the mask took on an age-old expression of wanton desire. As if in response to her cries, her father quickened his strokes, grinding hard and deep, his thick cock boring and worming its way upward into the hidden recesses of the pinioned girl's willing pussy.
Jill was one mass of exquisite pleasure between her thighs and she could feel a forceful pressure building inside her. In a trance of heated desire, she was vaguely aware of her father's hands roving over her loins, his soft wet lips on hers, the hot friction of his nakedly moving body as he pistoned over her. This was what she'd thought it would be like with her brother! This was what she'd wanted from Eddie! This was the answer to everything!
"Fuck me!" she gasped suddenly, recalling her mother's words. "FUCK ME. It's good. I love it! Oh Daddy ... I loooove it!"
Her father's thrusting lust-driven penis was a raging force hurtling inside her, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the back of her blonde head.
"Cum ... little bitch," Jed urged hotly into the teenager's ear. "Are you cumming now?"
The soft-spoken words penetrated to the writhing young girl as if her father had yelled them, suddenly she jerked upward, bucking against the muscular nakedness above her. "Yyyyyeess!" she sighed. "Oooooh, Daddddddy, yes!"
Jed heard the word 'daddy' and it thrilled him to the marrow of his bones, for he assumed that this was some personal hang-up of the girl's. Briefly he considered what it would be like for a father to make love to his own daughter, imagining for a moment that this young girl was his own child. But it was a difficult image to sustain and the thought floated away as quickly as it had come, to be replaced by other images that coursed through his mind during the intense moments of his climax.
His stiffened cock grew larger and within the tense cuntal walls that held it, began to pump hot thick sperm far up into the fourteen year old's quivering white belly.
Over and over Jill's tiny tightened muscles rippled against the tough smooth skin of her father's spending penis. "Mmmmm! Aaaahhhh!"
When at last Jill's little legs went limp, falling obscenely to the sides, her young heart pounded as if it would burst. Her strong teenage body was bruised and sore, but both her mind and body were satisfied in a way that she had never dreamed possible. The young girl's elation was so great that she began to whimper as her father slowly pulled his deflating penis from her. With one deft motion, the fourteen year old reached behind her head and undid the attachment of the mask, ripping it away.
Jed recoiled in horror as he saw through a haze of drugged fatigue that he had just taken his own little daughter's virginity. Stammering phrases and bits of words that made no sense, the distraught father backed away from the little girl, his naked genitals swaying lewdly as he moved.
"Don't go, Daddy. Don't go away!" Jill called. "Please come back. Please give me more!"
If Jed had been horrified before, his daughter's words made him even more so. Blindly, he groped behind him for the lock and turned it. Then, without another word to the lewdly pleading girl whose spread pussy beckoned him on, the trembling actor fled the room.
"Lita! Lita!" he cried, tearing upstairs. No one paid much attention to the handsome actor's nakedness, apart from a few people who were interested for purely sensual reasons, for all of the party guests were cavorting or lounging in a state of similar nudity.
"Oh God, has anyone seen Lita?" he cried hoarsely, looking around him, bleary-eyed.
"Say, man, I think she's out on the terrace with the jockey!" someone called out.
CHAPTER NINE
"I've always wanted to have a jockey," Lita said, her voice softly slurring the provocative words. "But preferably on a horse. You know what I mean?"
Little Eddie looked down at his mother. The most beautiful woman in the world, and now she was with him, looking at him, wanting him! His father was nowhere around, and the other men he'd seen her with had all wandered off in search of new excitements.
Lita lay back, still completely naked, her arms lazily stretching above her head as she reclined in the soft lounge chair by the pool.
"Yes, I understand," Eddie said. He had allowed several people to take him for the famous jockey Muzuelo, simply by not denying that he was Muzuelo. Apparently he was almost the same height as the blond South American, and Eddie was pleased that he was able to fit in with the international crowd so well. The true test of his disguise was now however, this very moment, when he peered down into his mother's face, hovering over her as he undid his pirate costume.
He trembled with fear that she would recognize him at any moment. At any second, his dreams would be shattered. He must act as quickly as he could. But fear of what he was about to attempt made his movements clumsy and slow.
"Hurry, sweetheart. Lita's waiting!" The distracted actress felt as though she were floating in the chair. Simply by closing her eyes she could levitate as though the chair were a magic carpet. Sex would bring her back to earth, the lovely blonde thought, as a shiver of impatient desire made her prominent nipples harden and her blonde fringed pussy pulse with excitement.
"Don't you have a horse with you?" she inquired, half seriously. Anything was possible, wasn't it? Why couldn't a jockey bring a horse to her party? This must be Muzuelo, she felt. The incredible jockey who won just about every time out and who she'd seen win the Kentucky Derby on Light O' My Life the year before. She didn't remember inviting him ... but someone else must have brought him.
She could see through the heavy fringe of her eyelashes that the masked jockey had finally gotten his clothes off. Somewhere nearby the giggle of a couple in the pool and the splash of naked bodies in the warm water reached her ears. Lazily, the magnificent film star spread her legs.
"Well, we'll just have to pretend there's a horse involved, won't we?" she asked, softly.
Her hand reached behind the masked boy's head and she drew him down and forward, directing his head between her open thighs.
"OH!" Eddie gasped, and, knees quaking, knelt up on the chair between his mother's legs to keep from being flattened ignominiously against her. "Oh God!" he thought, "and she wants me to...." But he was so close to his mother that the boy could hardly think straight. When he looked up at her face she seemed to be sleeping; below, very close to his own face, the warm honey scent of her willing pussy rose to his nostrils and the last faint thought of tearing himself away from her faded. Slowly the fifteen year old placed his hands on the soft inner flesh of his mother's thighs, spreading the soft silk of her cunt hair with his thumbs. Then, following both instinct and knowledge of what he had seen his father do to his mother, the boy began to lick at the widespread folds of his mother's open pussy with his tongue.
The sudden moist contact sent a violent chill racing through Lita's spine. She cried out with pleasure and then fell back with a faint sigh as his hesitant lips pressed tightly into the pliant crevice of her tingling cunt, spreading wider the softly curling strands of her pubic hair.
This jockey had talent! Lita closed her eyes and imagined that she was lying on the back of a horse and that it was galloping at full speed around the track. On top of her the jockey's pointed tongue split the tender slit of her vagina.
He licked slowly, growing bolder and bolder as his tongue ran along the smooth slippery surfaces.
Eddie thought he would do anything if only he could keep on rolling his tongue over the slippery lips of the inside of his mother's pussy! His teenage cock quivered hard and ready, wanting to touch this sacred place. "Come, come!" she coughed out suddenly, her hands reaching for him to pull him around.
"What?"
"Come this way. Yes, that's it!" Eager to please, Eddie scrambled up and found himself being placed upside down at the seeping mouth of his mother's sleek pussy, his slender legs flailing a moment and then landing on either side of her head as Lita sucked his young cock into her mouth with a gulp.
"Aaaaah!" Eddie gasped with pleasure and surprise, finding himself once more face to face with his mother's warm pussy while his straining penis was being sucked for dear life.
Instantly he felt his climax coming and it was already too late to hold back. He ducked his head down between his mother's soft full thighs and moaned and twisted with pleasure. Lewdly his youthful cock spent itself in jerking twitches, and spurts of his viscous fluid shot down his mother's willingly receptive throat.
"AAAAAOoooooh!" he crooned into the heated depths of Lita's pulsing vagina. "OHH, Mama!" he mouthed.
Just as quickly as the fifteen year old youth had cum, he could feel himself growing hard again at Lita's tongue worked agilely to bring him around once more. Her tongue swirled and licked and touched at the eager cock-head. Her mouth sucked upon the staff with such expertise that in seconds he was stiff and throbbing with life.
"Aaaaah! Mmnnnnn...." Lita held the boy's head to indicate the places she most wanted him to focus his lascivious attentions, and Eddie thought his ears would burst from the pressure of his mother's palms upon them.
Images of love swelled within him as he felt his mother sucking at his cock, making him feel sensations he had never known existed, though he had certainly suspected them. And she was loving what he was doing to her, that was the best part. Now the teenage boy could feel his mother stroking his head. Oh, he would willingly be her slave! A slave who would give her everything in the world that she could possibly want. He wanted to hear more of her love cries. Cries that were in response to him, not to someone else! More and more he sucked on his lustfully tormented mother's throbbing hard clitoris, flicking at it with his tongue all the while. His head wagged out of control as he nuzzled like an animal, now tenderly, now ferociously, sliding his mouth up and down and then sideways within the heated confines of his mother's delicately warm cunt, sucking and pulling and driving her half-mad with lust.
The fifteen year old boy grunted and groaned above his mother and their two mismatched bodies writhed nakedly in the lounge chair beside the pool. From time to time people would stroll by and stop to watch a moment and then move on.
Together, mother and son possessed each other greedily. The unsuspecting mother swallowed her boy's eagerly pulsating flesh while he knowingly penetrated the clasping hole of her spread pussy with his worming tongue.
For Lita the horse moved faster and faster, carrying them off the race track now and through the country fields. Trees and grass sped past and she lay with her naked back on the rippling back of the horse. She could feel its flesh-warm, sensuous and animal-against her. She was being carried off, her cheeks puffed by the jockey's rigid cock while they both stayed magically in place on the galloping steed.
"Ooooh!" Lita was going to pieces. Searing flames revolved faster and faster within her blonde hair-trimmed cunt, sending her into an ecstatic trance. Her mouth was filled with the youthful fresh-tasting penis of a young boy, she fantasized, not knowing hw true it was. It was a boy, her own boy! It was Eddie! Oh please, she thought wildly, oh please, dear God! Dear Eddie, little Eddie, let me CUUUUMMMM!
And then it came crashing down and Lita felt herself slipping away from any kind of reality into the void. Like dying and being simultaneously reborn into a whirlpool of orgasmic fire.
"MMMmmmnnnn! Oooooaaaahhhh!" And then the famous actress's lithe body was suddenly quiet and she lay, feeling her blood throbbing softly within her in a deep swoon of delight.
Eddie had not cum a second time. Shakily, the boy looked up from between his mother's quivering legs. He could hardly see; his thoughts as well as his vision were so blurred. But somehow he knew that he had given his mother something different from what any other man had given her. He could still taste her on his glistening wet lips, her scent filled his mouth and his face was wet with her love juices.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Mother!" he said softly.
To his surprise his mother replied, "Yes, fuck me, Eddie. Fuck me now."
Was this reality or a dream? It didn't matter at this point to either one of them as without waiting for another word, Eddie sat back on his knees. His rigid young cock wavered before him, wet from his mother's mouth. Did he really dare?
"My own mom!" he thought, awed by the prospect. But there was no way on earth that the fifteen year old could stop himself as he miraculously placed the throbbing tip of his hardened little cock against those perfect cuntal lips. He could see little ripples of nervous reaction traversing his mother's beautiful belly. He had once been inside that very belly, he remembered, reminding himself, trying to fathom the mystery of his existence. He came closest to understanding where he had come from as his pulsating hardness penetrated the soft wet opening from which he had sprung. In and in he went, farther and farther, each centimeter giving untold bliss, taking him along as though he had wings, and he and his mother were flying as they fucked, hovering close together in the air, but fucking and fucking well.
"Mother, Mother!" he cried, as his hands cupped the soft white buttocks and her long legs spread to accept him between them. The softly throbbing vagina sucked upon his surging cock, pulling him inward as he swept over her. "Eddie ... Eddddieeee!" she gasped. Tears of delirium streaming down both their faces, mother and son sobbed together as they fell into a wild rhythm of lust. Soft cries of agonized joy came from each of them as Lita's breasts wiggled up against her son's hairless naked chest while his upthrusting cock probed as high up within her accepting pussy as it would go.
"I love you, Mother. I love you, love you!" Eddie gasped. Long smooth strokes created a seething lust between them as Lita's arched naked body thrust against him. Farther and farther in it went. God, yes, he could get back inside, get back to where he had always wanted to be!
And as she came this time Lita knew it was really true, not just a fantasy. This was really Eddie and somehow this had always been meant to happen. It was happening and therefore it had been preordained. It all seemed structured and right within the drug-influenced certainty of her mind. Comprehension was slowly dawning on the gyrating actress as she felt her young son's swollen cock flexing within the smoldering pit of her climaxing pussy.
"Oh Wow!" Eddie cried. "WOW!" He too was cumming, his churning cock seemingly caught in a time-warp that made the orgasm go on and on as though it might never reach an end. It was a palpable thing, his orgasm, a shimmering object of such magnitude that it would put the Milky Way to shame.
Holding onto his mother's bobbing breasts, the lust-driven youth fucked mercilessly into her, spurting his hot white sperm in hard man-like gushes deep up into her accepting womb until he could pump no more.
* * *
Jed looked wildly around him as he reached the terrace that gave onto the pool. Hurriedly he began to walk along the edge, peering at couples and groups in the bushes and in the water. He almost passed the silent lounge chair until he recognized the shock of blonde hair that hung over the back of it, and then with a jolt saw the two quivering naked bodies clinging to each other and recognized one as his wife's, and a moment later he gasped as he recognized the other figure as his own fifteen year old son!
Somehow the bite was taken out of what he had planned to tell his wife as he saw that both he and his wife were in essentially the same position. He had just made passionate love with their daughter, while his wife had obviously done the same with their own son!
While the dumbfounded actor stood, looking down at the incestuous couple, so aghast that words failed him, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Dad!" Jill's hand was on his arm, her fingers closing over his biceps. To his dismay, Jed felt his penis stiffen in reaction.
"Oh Christ, Jill!" he said. "Oh Christ, what the hell!"
"Don't worry, Dad," Jill said softly, gazing down at the lewd image of her mother and her brother. "There's nothing to worry about. I mean, really, we're people too, you know. If it's O.K. for you and Mom to do these things, why isn't it O.K. for us too?"
"God, Jill, I ... I don't know ... I just don't know!"
While they watched, the couple on the lounge chair shifted and a joint sigh rose from both of them. "They seem very happy," Jill observed, quelling the jealousy she felt at the sight of her brother with her mother by remembering what she had felt with her father. "So were we, weren't we, Dad?" Her blue eyes looked winsomely up into her father's, and Jed was compelled to agree, if hesitantly.
"But if I had known ... if I had only known!" he gasped.
"But that doesn't matter any more, Dad. You can't go back and change what's already happened. I, for one, am perfectly happy about what happened. I'm not complaining!" Jill, as if to prove her point, slipped off her padded brassiere, and threw it into the swimming pool where the twin cups of foam rubber floated easily. "Thank goodness I can take that off now!" she said, revealing her less well-developed breasts that would soon grow to the size of her mother's.
"Oh Christ!" Jed looked at the sylph-like form of his little girl, and was appalled to find himself even more attracted to her now than he had been before. The very idea of it was terrifying.
And, as the good-looking star stood, uncertain as to what course to take or even what to think, his young daughter decided to do the thinking for him.
"You can't ignore us any more, Dad. You and Mom have lived in your own world for long enough. Time to let us in!"
"But...."
"No buts ... watch this!"
* * *
When the first kiss came it startled her. Lita knew that it wasn't Eddie, for his mouth was at her breast. She opened her eyes and a shock ran through her body that was undeniable, for the dazed actress could see a trim little creature very much like her son beside her, leaning over the chair, while behind this creature stood her husband Jed.
Lita's eyes widened and her brain began to function on a comparatively normal level at the sight of her husband. If this was Eddie by her side and that was Jed over there, the one kissing her must be Jill! Was this something diabolical that Jed had planned to torment her? Well, she would show him that she was just as perverted as he was! He would not win this time, just because she was outnumbered, just because she had succumbed and somehow (she knew not why or how it had come about) made love with Eddie.
Eddie in the bath pool, cumming as she touched him! Eddie pulling her down to kiss him as he lay in bed. Eddie who wanted her, just as every man she'd ever known had wanted her. Why should it have to matter that he was her son? Obviously it didn't matter! That was enough for Lita, who made her own rules for survival!
"We're all animals," the nakedly perspiring actress thought. "It's like our bodies will do what they want. What they like!"
For now, two young mouths were seeking hers, while her husband watched. She saw Jed's shocked expression and was pleased as she closed her eyes, feeling her son and daughter vying for the chance to have the longest and deepest kiss and then they were taking turns, one after thy other and she felt the chair collapsing beneath all their weight and they were rolling on the indoor-outdoor carpeting. Lita's mouth was teased sensuously by her children's young mouths and tongues as Eddie and Jill explored the deep recesses beyond their mother's parted lips.
Lita struggled upward against them, her arms flailing a bit as for a brief moment some hidden maternal instinct struggled to the surface, fighting the pleasure that streaked through her body, the inkling that had already begun again in her inner thighs, the loose uneasy feeling within her lower belly. No words that might have stopped them came to the mother's lips although a part of her chimed out, "This is wrong! Very, wrong!" Her daughter's lips tasted so sweet, so good, and Eddie's fingers were at her breasts. She wanted them. Yes, both of them, there was no doubt of that! And the devil with anyone who said she couldn't have them. She was a woman who would do anything to satisfy the longing to be different, above the hoarding masses, above her public.
Nervous perspiration broke out all over her naked body again as in a moment of calm the two children kneeled back away from their mother. Lita opened her eyes again to see her children looking down at her nudity. She could read admiration on her young daughter's face and a wave of pride swept over her. Her son had already declared his love and she knew that she would accept anything in the way of adulation from them. She felt that perhaps she ought to be ashamed. But she wasn't. She wanted this to happen in a way that she had wanted nothing else before, and the blonde actress did not seek to question their unity. She only wanted more of their attentions. A shiver of delight passed through her supple nakedness, caused by the sheer wantonness of what had already happened this evening. She was being released from the world's restrictions!
Lita sighed and closed her eyes again. She was the most sought after woman in creation. That was the truth.
Jed stared at the lewdest sight he had ever seen. His mouth gaped in surprise and shock as he saw his son and daughter in an odd contest for their mother's affection. It was as though they wanted to prove something to each other as well as to their mother as their fingers moved over the creamy naked flesh and their mouths and tongues swept across the tips of Lita's trembling breasts, her hips, her thighs.
Their own fresh trim bodies rubbed licentiously across Lita's exposed surfaces. Now Eddie's thickened cock would dip into the willingly offered hair-fringed lips of Lita's pussy. Now little Jill's practically hairless cunt would rub over her mother's protruding tongue for a deep inverted kiss.
As Jed watched his family he saw them do things that far outmatched anyone else at the orgiastic party for sheer wantonness.
But how could a mother let her own son and daughter do this to her? he found himself wondering, forgetting momentarily what he himself had done with his daughter. Somehow it seemed more wrong when Lita was doing it than when he had enjoyed his own sweet child's willing pussy!
"Sexist bastard!" he knew Lita would call him if she knew what he was thinking. And it was at that point that Jed grew the most excited. His wife and daughter had their fingers worming upward in each other's cunts while his son was getting a thorough sucking, first from one and then from the other. He wanted in!
"Hey!" he called. "Hey, what about the old man?"
"Oooh Jed!" Lita looked up from her son's quivering wet penis, her eyes misty with tears of happiness. "Was this your doing?"
"Uh ..Jed didn't know whether to take credit or not. Whose doing it was he was not quite sure, but Jed had a feeling that he had had little to do with it. Still, he wanted his wife's esteem. He wanted credit for it. "Like it, don't you, hot bitch?" he said, affectionately, as he fondled his raging hard cock.
"Mother loves it, just like you loved my little pussy, Dad!" Jill announced proudly, knowing that both her mother and her brother would be surprised by this information.
"You did it with Dad?" Eddie asked, his eyes round as saucers.
At first Jed looked uncomfortable, and then he cleared his throat. "Well, yes!" he said at last. Then he recovered. "I suppose it must have happened about the time you were at it with Eddie!"
Jed's hand went out to touch the magnificent satiny surface of his aroused wife's breast. "I'll fuck you too, since you've gotten it from everyone else here tonight by now!"
Lita shuddered, visibly turned on by her husband's touch and his words.
Jill was still worming her finger up inside the taut entranceway to her mother's simmering pussy, though she had momentarily ceased to suck her brother's rigidly erect young cock. Already she could feel her mother's fingers leaving her seeping you cunt as she read a new admiration in her brother's eyes. He was looking at her the way she'd seen him look at their mother in the past. She felt a surge of excitement as her mother and father gravitated toward each other and she felt her brother taking her in his arms.
"If Dad can fuck you, so can I!" Eddie said softly.
"Of course you can," Jill answered, just as softly, carefully, as if the mood would break otherwise.
"You really wanted me to do it all along, didn't you?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah. In the behind didn't really count, Eddie. But I'm just as glad we waited until now. Dad showed me a few things, you know."
Gleefully Jill saw the jealousy in her brother's face as he kissed her hard, pinning her back against the rug-covered ground.
Beside them they could hear the coupling noises of their mother and father as the two famous screen stars joined together in a raging battle of lust. Loud wetly smacking noises of cock pounding into cunt met the young children's ears as they joined their bodies. Eddie's cock felt eternally hard as he found the tender slit of his sister's tight little cunt, and pushed. Slowly it penetrated into the small opening, creating a friction that drove them both into wild action.
Jill's legs snaked around her brother's back while, directly next to her, her mother's legs did
. the same thing up around her father's thrusting back.
"Oh my darling brother, my darling!" Jill cooed as she felt the rising sensation within her tormented little pussy. Voraciously the fourteen year old clasped her brother's entering cock with her tight cuntal muscles, pulling on it and massaging it with all her might. It was what she seemed to have wanted all her life. At last her adulation for Eddie, her real hunger for his returned love was being assuaged.
Next to them, Eddie became aware of his mother and father shifting to a new position. Not to be outdone, he mimicked them, taking his young sister by the waist and holding her up and away from him as he rolled over onto his back. Jill uttered a low whine which went on and on as he thrust her down over his upstanding cock, impaling her tiny pussy to the hilt. The young girl's face was contorted into a leer as her tongue hung lewdly out and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Looking down, Eddie could see his hard penis disappearing up into the tight, widespread cunt with each upward thrust. He turned to see his mother and father and endeavored to match his father stroke for stroke.
"Jed, Jed, you've got it. You've got it! I'm cumming, you horny bastard! I'm cumming again!"
"Oh wow!" Eddie thought, as sister Jill began to keen out her own climax, and the sensations of her orgasm-racked pussy around his seething hard cock were intensified.
"Mother! Mother!" Eddie called suddenly. "Your breast! Give it to me!" With some adjustment it was possible for Lita to bend low enough so that her son could bend sideways to reach her large breast. The left one was closest to him as, without missing a stroke into his sister's flaring pussy, the wanton youth took the nipple into his mouth and sucked.
The two obscenely preoccupied couples went on through the night and into the morning. A crowd gathered around them, but no one ever tried to intrude, since it was clear that something more special than the ordinary fucking and sucking of the party was going on.
They stopped to rest from time to time, but each time only for a few moments before their natural hunger for each other took over and it all began again. They tried all the positions that they could manage between them, and Jed taught his children things they had never known about, despite their spying. Every orifice had been entered more than once or twice by every protruding piece of flesh before it ended and at last the foursome lay exhausted by the pool.
Lita was the first to slip into the pool. It was broad daylight and some of the guests were still about in various stages of disarray. People were sleeping by the pool in the chairs and on sofas,. and muffled conversations could be overheard coming from inside the house. The music was still going on as the rest of the family joined in Lita's swim and they cleansed and soothed their sore but happy bodies.
Later they walked arm in arm through the house, surveying the damage. In the kitchen Lita made them an easy breakfast using the freezer and the infra-red oven. They had croissants and butter, toast and jam, oatmeal and eggs and bacon. Then they had pancakes and ice cream and coffee.
"There's no reason we shouldn't have whatever we want!" Lita exclaimed. "Is there?"
After breakfast the family strolled back outdoors. Jed saw Mike Pimmel, the famous swimming star, doing butterfly strokes across the pool and jumped in to join him in an impromptu race.
Pimmel won easily and Jed had to content himself with his family's welcoming kisses when he joined them once more, wet and exhausted.
"When is the party going to be over, Dad?" Jill asked.
"When the last guest has gone home, darling. Meanwhile, why don't we all go and get some sleep?"
* * *
Nannie looked up through red and tear-filled eyes as the two teenagers entered their wing of the house.
Angrily she cried out at them. "Where have you been? I've been so upset. I was about to call the police!" Mildred Sampson had been doubly worried, since she had specific instructions not to enter the other wing of the house, and she knew that her famous employers were having some sort of wild party. When she realized that the children were missing, the older woman did not know where to turn.
"We've been at the party, Nannie!" Jill declared brightly. Both she and her brother, clothed in their parents' silk pajamas, had been instructed to reassure Nannie of their well-being before returning to the adult wing.
"And we're going back!" Eddie declared.
Nannie looked aghast as the children marched past her into their rooms. The worst had happened, she was sure. Those two had taken the children into their crazy world, and to her mind the children were lost.
When, a few moments later, Jill and Eddie marched back through the kitchen, now wearing their own clothes, Nannie looked at them and declared, "Tell your mother and father when you see them that I quit!"
Somehow neither Jill nor her brother were prepared for this, and when they realized that their Nannie meant it, each felt a strange kind of fear.
Somehow they knew that things were never going to be the same again. Ever.
But it was too late now to go back to their previous innocence, as Jill had remarked earlier to her father, and after trying to persuade Nannie to stay without success, the children returned to their parents' part of the house.
Jed and Lita were waiting for them in their big bed. The curtains were drawn and the room was deceptively dark, considering that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon by now.
Their eyes adjusted to the dark as they took off their clothes under the watchful eyes of their famous parents.
"Come on, darlings," Lita called. "Come sleep in Mom and Dad's bed."
Both brother and sister remembered their mother saying that when they had been much younger and they had asked, "Can we get in your bed, please?" The words were the same, but they had been much younger then. Much younger than they would ever be again.
EPILOGUE
The good looking blond boy laughed loudly as he saw the shocked expression on the girl's face when he grabbed hold of her breast. Then the girl smiled and said, "Say, I recognize you. You're Eddie Brien. I saw your last picture!"
Eddie was pleased that the girl didn't say, "You're Jed O'Brien's son." He'd changed his name to Brien and was trying to persuade everyone that he was making it on his own, rather than trading in on his father's famous name.
"Sure, honey. Bet you loved it, too!" he said, smacking his gum loudly.
"Yes. Oh yes!"
"Want a drink? Smoke? Pills? A little screwing maybe?"
"I ... uh ... well!" the girl laughed. He was in.
"Come on!" he said, reaching into his pocket for the box he kept his pills in. He wondered which kind he felt like having today. It was getting so he couldn't tell. He was taking so many that the combinations didn't always work anymore. He'd have to go back to the doctor and see about getting more amphetamine shots soon, too. His hands were beginning to shake, and when he woke up in the morning some days it was all he could do to get out of bed. Depression crowded in on nine out of ten days now.
"Come on!" he said to the girl. "I'll take you to my folks' house!
"You will?"
"Sure!" Eddie knew that Jed and Lita were always interested in his girls, and besides, he'd heard they had some new devices that made sex better. He hoped so because it was getting more and more boring for him.
* * *
"Come on, honey, what's wrong now?"
"You make me sick, that's what!" The beautiful blonde girl threw a glass across the room and watched as the mirror shattered. Her husband winced and started to walk out of the room. Before he left he turned and spoke quietly to her.
"You'd better tell that shrink of yours to get on the ball. You're nuts!" He ducked as another glass came hurtling through the air at him.
"What are you going to do when I leave?" he asked.
"I'll get a new husband, that's what! You think I can't? Husbands are a dime a dozen!"
"Considering that you've almost had a dozen, you ought to know!" the man replied.
Jill burst into tears. "Leave, LEAVE!" she cried. "What do you care? What does anyone care? I can't even cum anymore ... even you with your big dick couldn't make me cum!" She laughed at the expression of shock on her husband's face. "Yeah. That's right. I was faking!" she shouted. "You know what? I'm going to go home to my father. He's the only one who can do the trick now since Eddie can't even get it up half the time anymore!"
When next she looked, her husband was gone. Jill fixed herself another drink and went to the phone. She started to dial her parents' home phone number, and then she had another idea. Looking through a little address book, Jill found a listing under service. She called the number and gave a code name. "Send me a young boy this time," she said. "Not more than fifteen years old or I'll send him back, you hear!"
When he arrived a few hours later, the boy was at least sixteen years old, but Jill didn't send him back.
"Take off your clothes!" she ordered after taking him into her bedroom.
"Sure, lady," he replied, as though he had done this all his life.
"Don't talk!" she ordered. "Just do what I say. Talking spoils it!"
"Sure lady."
The naked youth slaved over her, his young penis rising upward inside of Jill's grasping cunt.
"More, more!" she cried. "Harder, harder! No, softer, softer! Oh, Christ, you're not doing it right! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes, yes, now, now, now, now, now! Do it, do it! I'm almost there ... almost ... almost...."
"Sure lady!"
* * *
Lita picked up her hand mirror again. A fat, middle-aged lady looked back at her. "How could this have happened?" she asked aloud.
Jed was sitting nearby in the bedroom, bending over, trying to put on his shoes, but his stomach kept getting in the way.
"Just the way anything happens, darling," he replied, knowing exactly what his wife meant.
They were expecting their son to arrive at the house shortly, and later on their daughter, who had also phoned, would be coming over.
"But don't worry, darling," Jed said, puffing a little. The shoe was on. "The party's not over yet."