The theme of Author Rod Craymore's important new novel A Teen-Aged Houseguest seems to be well phrased in the inner monologue of Harry Thornton, the book's forty year old anti-hero protagonist. Faced with the revelation of the fact that he has been having an affair with two teen-aged girls just past puberty, fearing prosecution, trying to come to terms with his own doubts about his guilt or innocence, Thornton muses:
"Maybe I deserve it, too. Who knows?" But Harry knew one thing ... Maybe with just the right jury in the box, his case could become a legend law students would study for years to come. Because Harry Thornton couldn't help but wonder what man or woman today could judge him guilty when faced with defendant Harry Thornton in the dock and confronted with a smooth-talking mouthpiece parading (the two young girls) in court in their skimpy bikinis (material evidence) and looking the jury in the eyes saying "Wouldn't you? Let him who would not cast the first stone...."
Harry Thornton, for the life of him, couldn't figure out who in clear conscience could cast it....
Mr. Craymore delves unflinchingly into the question of Harry's surrender to temptation, leaving the question of his guilt or innocence to the reader to decide. But it is an old question. As Bible students will quickly be reminded by the reference in the above quote, it was posed some two thousand years ago by Jesus Christ when asked to pass judgment on a woman caught in adultery. Her accusers didn't have the answer.
We the editors, with all due humility, are proud to lend Mr. Craymore the chance to pose this same question to the American reading public in this saga of a man who has done wrong, who knows he's done wrong, yet still cannot understand how he could have acted any differently.
CHAPTER ONE
Charleen Remmings shifted beneath the sheet and opened her eyes. Almost, but not quite, asleep, she'd been on the verge of dreaming, but something had snapped her out of it and now she was wide awake.
"Drat it," Charleen whispered to herself. "Fifteen years old and I'm an insomniac already." Sleep had come very hard for the sensuously developing young blonde during the week since she'd come to stay with her aunt and uncle. Well, they weren't really her aunt and uncle. Harry Thornton had been her father's college roommate. They'd played football together and had been in Korea together. One of them was supposed to have saved the other's life then, but though she'd heard the story many times Charleen still couldn't get it straight who was supposed to have rescued whom. They had also done a lot of cavorting with women together. Once when Harry had visited her father, Charleen had overheard them talking, late at night over a bottle of whiskey, about what they referred to as the "good old days". They'd been discussing a particular incident involving a particular woman and even now the sensuous blonde teenager almost blushed to think of what she'd heard. She could hardly imagine Harry Thornton committing the obscene act they'd described, let alone her father. And if the description had been less explicit, regarding such detail as their relative positions, she would only have been able to conclude that they'd meant something else when they talked about "sharing" the woman. Though "sharing" wasn't really even the word they had used. What they'd said was "gang-bang", among a few other things Charleen didn't even want to repeat in her own mind now.
But she supposed to men who'd been around as much as her father and her "Uncle Harry", that was just all part of being friends. But it was still difficult for Charleen to rationalize what she'd heard. She was just beginning to discover the mysterious world of sex, or had been beginning to before her father had been summoned to South America for a three-week business trip on which he'd absolutely refused to take Charleen because of the current wave of terrorist activities directed at American economic interests there. And though she'd been very fond of Harry and his wife Eileen when she was a little girl, she'd been very angry at being shipped out here with hardly a moment's notice. She'd even been compelled to break a date she had with a junior for Saturday night. She could still remember the look on her father's face when she'd brought that point up; she could still almost hear his words, which she hadn't quite understood, echoing in her ears: "That's another reason I think it would be a good idea for you to spend a while with Harry and his wife. During the next couple of years you're going to be continually faced with decisions that will be very difficult. You need counseling that I can't give you. Eileen Thornton's a good woman; getting to know her should be the next best thing to having your mother to help you." He'd paused, almost ominously, before adding: "I should know; I almost married her."
Instead, though that was the first Charleen had ever heard of that subject, he'd married her mother. And Charleen had been born. And when she was three years old her mother had been killed in a car accident.
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Charleen started. Once again she'd been almost over the breach between sleep and consciousness and something had disturbed her. She rolled over, curling on her side, her hand brushing over her soft young breasts, hardly protected by her flimsy nightgown, and trailing absently down her smooth belly and across the silken panties that covered the thinly-haired mound of her pubis. Then, hearing a distant-sounding moan coming from somewhere in the house, she jerked her head up from the pillow. Suddenly the young girl's heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing had drastically hastened. She felt almost afraid, as if she stood in the doorway to a strange and magic domain she'd never known before. Because something told her, some primordial instinct that defied her ignorance of the subject, that the moans she'd heard were not moans of pain. They were moans of pleasure, savage and lusty sexual pleasure.
Uncle Harry and Aunt Eileen were making love just down the hall from the bedroom where Charleen slept!
Hardly conscious of the possible consequences of what she was doing, the curious fifteen year old slipped from beneath the covers and tiptoed to the door. As she pushed it open she heard an even more audible gasp come from down the hall. Breathless, she waited. Then, knowing what she was doing was wrong, but unable to contain herself, Charleen slipped through the door and made her way in the darkness along the corridor toward the doorway from which issued a thin shaft of dim yellow light. It was candlelight, she saw as she peeked through the crack, but it was the action the light illuminated that prompted the almost audible gasp that rose in her throat.
They were naked, entwined above the covers on the bed, and nothing Charleen had ever seen in her life could compare to this lewdly shocking site. It looked almost as if they were wrestling, as if in their naked thrashings they waged a struggle for life and death. Aunt Eileen was pinned on her back on the bed and Uncle Harry was on top of her. The lusty thirty-five year old brunette's hands were digging hungrily into the rippling muscles of her husband's laboring back, leaving deep red scratches on his flesh. Her face was grotesquely contorted, her dark hair tangled and flying. Her legs were extended upward, locked about his flanks, kicking and thrashing and pounding at a furious pace on his buttocks to urge him on in his assault of her pinioned body. And his muscles glowed with perspiration in the soft candlelight as he dipped his mouth down to plant leech-like kisses over her naked flesh.
Charleen dug her knuckles into her mouth to stifle the cry of shock and excitement that threatened to burst from her lips, and then she almost fainted as she first glimpsed her uncle's huge penis withdrawing from his wife's lust-moistened cunt. The teenager's eyes bulged as she drank in the length of it, and she could never have imagined that a man's sexual organ could be so thick, so heavy-looking. She'd never seen her father's penis before, never seen any man's penis. She'd never even seen a picture of one. And now, at the terrifying sight of Harry's lust-inflamed hardness, a strange new sensation caught hold of her sensuously blossoming young body. She gazed with rounded eyes at the hotly skewering instrument, the blue-veined underside, the angry red blood-engorged head. She saw his balls dangling obscenely down between his legs, seeming to throb almost visibly with the weight of the lewd caldron of sperm that churned within.
Charleen gawked with amazement as Uncle Harry took her aunt's legs behind the knees and raised them up so high they dangled over his shoulders. His face contorted with lust, he drew back for a moment to gaze down in greedy anticipation at the salacious view of her unprotected pussy that the position afforded him, and as he did so Charleen could also see the whole of the woman's upraised pelvis. She could distinguish the hungry clasping slit of the older woman's cunt, opening and closing in anticipation, the outer lips swollen with passion, the reddish tip of her clitoris visible through the hair-lined flanges.
Then suddenly Harry plowed forward again, sinking the hardened rod of his cock all the way into her uplifted pussy, racking her softly perspiring body with the violence of his lunge.
"Oooooh," Eileen moaned from the devastating sensation as the swollen head of her husband's cock rammed against her cervix, immorally exposed to his obscene assault from the unnaturalness of the new position he'd forced her to assume.
Their blonde teen-aged ward watched mesmerized as Harry's buttocks jerked forward again and again, his hands digging into Eileen's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks to jerk her loins up in helpless surrender to his vicious attack. As Charleen watched with building interest, she ran her tongue over her lips. Her mouth was dry and she felt hot and clammy all over. There was a burning sensation between her legs the likes of which she'd never experienced, and she clamped her thighs together in an effort to quench it. Beads of sweat broke out on her face and she felt dizzy. She knew she should turn away, should go back to her room and her bed before she passed out right here in the hall, but she couldn't bear to leave. Obscene and frightening as the spectacle before her was, she had to see it. She had to see everything, and her eyes were still glued to the frantically fucking bodies even as she began to sway on her own feel almost in time to their thrashing undulations.
Still hardly conscious of what she was doing, Charleen again trailed her hand up over the smooth, sensitively tingling flesh of her own supple young body, caressing her budding breasts and gently massaging the tiny nipples which had begun to ache involuntarily. With a slow circular movement she moved her palms over the sensitive little points, awakening them to tingling hardness. But the action only served to increase the fire burning between her legs and frantically she dropped one of her hands to her pubic mound, pressing it firmly against the quivering softly-haired flesh to stop the throbbing.
Charleen knew that it was really time for her to go. The scene was too much for her tender eyes. But try as she did, she couldn't bring herself to leave the titillating sight of the wildly fucking couple. Now the fire raging between her legs almost completely consumed her, and without concern for the consequences of her action the lust-inspired teen-ager dropped her hand down to lift her short nightgown and push her fingers beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties and down through the soft sparse curls of her pubic hair.
She gasped aloud with relief as her outstretched middle finger found sudden arousing contact right over the moistened lips of her cunt, and she could only be thankful for the lewd panting and grunting noises that issued from the lips of Harry and Eileen and served to obscure her own strained whimper of delight as she stroked up and down her tingling pussy slit almost in time to their frenzied gyrations. And as her stroking increased in rhythm, her eyes never left their two nakedly writhing bodies.
Charleen's breath was coming in hoarse guttural gasps as her fingers searched hungrily in the warmly hidden folds of her virginal cunt. With another tiny moan, she found the tip of her pulsating clitoris and began to tweak the erotic button. Shivers of ecstasy raced through her thinly clad flesh as she stroked and caressed the little curl-hidden bud, and her eyes narrowed until she could see Harry and Eileen only as dim blurs as they continued to buck and jerk against each other on the bed, Eileen's pelvis thrusting higher and higher, her back arched in quivering tension to press her full breasts hard against her husband's muscled chest, a ceaseless tirade of moans and whimpers swelling from her throat.
A warm flush enveloped Charleen's body and she stroked her awakened clitoris in time to her uncle's rhythmic sawing, her other hand continuing to tease and manipulate the tingling buds of her nipples. Rivulets of perspiration ran down her inner thighs and she could barely control the mewls of frustrated want pouring almost audibly from her throat. In desperation she eased her panties down off her slender hips and let them drop almost to her knees. All caution abandoned, she worked her hand full up between her trembling thighs and tested the tightly resisting inner ring of her cunt with her middle finger.
Charleen sucked her breath in deeply from the sheer raw sensation as she pushed her finger against the unwilling entrance and probed up into the fleshy petal-like opening to insinuate the tip of her finger inside the warmly moistened little hole. Chills and shivers ran up and down her back, raising goose bumps over her entire body as she winced from the pain and wormed her finger relentlessly deeper up into her virgin pussy tightness.
Then, seeing the frenzy of the fucking couple in the bedroom building rapidly toward a peak, Charleen could stand it no longer. With a deep-throated grunt, the aroused young teen-ager rammed the entire length of her finger up into her quivering vagina. She gasped from the stabbing penetration as she rotated her finger in the clasping elastic walls of her sensitive cunt and felt the warm pussy-flesh close in around it, wrenching new spasms of joyous sensation from the nerve-ends of her lust-tortured skin.
Then, obsessed with her manual self-violation, she inserted a second finger, until both were embedded as a wedge up into her secret cuntal depths. At last the fire was quenched. She experienced the sensation her body had cried out for, but now an even new and more devastating hunger consumed her. Desperately she spread the fingers up inside her tight pussy, lewdly stretching the sensitive vaginal walls, and began to finger fuck in and out between her thighs as tears of frustration filled her eyes. Even this wasn't enough. Her awakened body was demanding more and more, and she knew though she was terrified almost to immobility by the thought that there was only one thing in the world that would really satisfy the consuming need that had overcome her.
Finger fucking wasn't enough. She needed the real thing. She needed a real male cock!
Her legs going weak with that devastating admission, Charleen stared transfixed at Uncle Harry's huge rod of flesh ramming in and out of his wife's welcoming cunt. And as she observed, the anger and jealousy welling in her breasts almost caused her to cry aloud. She wanted that cock inside her! She had to have it. She had to discover what it was like to really give herself to a man, had to find out what exotic sensation could prompt the cries of ecstasy that poured from her spread-eagled aunt's throat. And she wished, wished as she'd never wished anything in her life, that it was her and not Aunt Eileen that was in there now-in there being fucked!
Closing her eyes, Charleen tried to imagine what it would be like to have it actually done to her, to feel the weight of a man's body rocking on top of her and his penis skewering deep inside her belly. But all she could feel now was the inadequacy of her own two fingers. The sensation paled in comparison to the mental image, but as she let her mind wander, the waves of heat coursing through her loins gathered momentum. Before she knew it, she was completely out of control. Something was happening to her she'd never known before. She couldn't imagine what it was, but she didn't care and now hardly even feared it. Because it felt good. That was all that mattered, and again she opened her eyes and fastened them back on the obscene vision of the gigantic red cock plowing in and out of Eileen's upturned loins. The position of the couple on the bed afforded her a detailed view and her eyes were riveted on the lewd vision of the woman's dark-haired cuntal flesh clinging hungrily to the hardened male shaft as it withdrew, then opening eagerly to receive it back on the in-thrust, just as Charleen's own tingling pussy-lips clung to and sucked at her skewering fingers.
Then the girl's eyes closed again, but in her mind the vivid picture remained, Harry's lust-engorged cock sawing in and out of Eileen's cunt, his rounded balls pounding the puckered hole of her anus, his fingers digging into the pliant flesh of her buttocks as her arms locked about his shoulders and her legs around his back, her naked vagina thrusting up defenselessly before his ceaseless lunges.
The sudden cry prompted Charleen's eyes to open again, and she saw the naked couple were bucking and thrashing even more wildly than before. Eileen looked like a heathen savage, her face contorted with passion, her head flailing from side to side, her mouth open and her eyes rolling. Another groan pierced the stillness of the darkened house, this a low masculine grunting, and she saw Harry begin a series of frenzied lunges that racked his naked wife's body even more mercilessly as the spasms of orgasm overcame him and he pumped his hot, searing sperm in a torrent up into her ravished loins.
And something was happening to Charleen too. Waves of heat swept as from a furnace through her loins and out over her trembling flesh. Her hips jerked in desperate undulations and she felt as if she were drifting out of herself, as if her spirit were ascending to an eerie and depraved Nirvana of sexual bliss. And then the shattering orgasm overcame her in a rain of descending sparks and a dribbling of her own vaginal juices down into her hand and down her thighs, in a blurring of her vision and a weakening of her legs that almost caused her to drop to a quivering heap on the floor.
Dazed, she watched her Uncle Harry sag heavily on his wife's naked body. She drew her finger from her heated pussy with a little sucking pop and retreated backwards down the hall to her room, still hardly able to grasp what had just happened.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry Thornton smiled at the sensuous teenage girl lounging in her bikini on the edge of the kidney-shaped swimming pool situated in back of the rambling ranch-style house he and Eileen had bought a couple of years ago. Jack Remmings's wife had been a real looker, and she'd passed on her looks to her daughter. Harry had been pleasantly surprised when his old buddy had phoned from back east to see if he and Eileen would put her up for three weeks. He'd known Charleen as girl, and since they'd been unable to have children themselves he'd thought having her around the house would be a nice diversion, particularly for Eileen.
But it had been years since he'd seen the girl, and he hadn't been prepared for the sight that had greeted him when he'd driven down to San Mateo to meet her at the airport. He'd expected a child, and Charleen was almost a woman. She was just at that ripe age that appeals most to a man who has been around the way Harry had been around. She was an innocent flower waiting to be plucked. Of course he'd never be the one to do it. He had at least that much sense of loyalty to his old friend. But that didn't stop him from thinking about it and imagining what it would be like to bust that hot little cherry. He was human.
Unfortunately, Eileen was also human. She was thirty-five and she was still a hell of a good-looking woman and had plenty of good years left. But she was sensitive about the fact that she wasn't as young as she use to be. She required as much or perhaps even more attention now than she had when they'd first gotten married. She couldn't help but have noticed Harry looking at Charleen on occasion. She'd been increasingly bitchy toward him the last couple of days, though she didn't take her hostility out on Charleen. Last night her fantasy-mind seemed to have gotten away from her. She'd accused him of actually wanting the young girl. It was true of course; he did want her, though he could never have her, but that was the kind of accusation that could put an end to a marriage if allowed to go unanswered. And Harry hoped he'd answered it with sufficient decisiveness that the question wouldn't come up again. He'd thrown one real helluva fuck to Eileen last night. She'd woken up complaining of a sore pussy this morning, so maybe at least she wouldn't complain further about a lack of attention.
But damn it, that did nothing to solve Harry's problem. The fact remained that he could hardly even concentrate on his work for thinking about that little nymphet Charleen. He'd had a couple of meaningless extra-marital affairs, but he had nothing going right now, and as much as he loved Eileen, he was getting restless for some stray stuff. And having that kid running around all the time in her skimpy little bikini was about to drive him out of his mind.
"Screw it," Harry said to himself, turning away from the picture window through which he'd been observing his skimpily attired house guest. He had work to do anyway, whether he had his mind on it or not.
Harry left the house and headed down the walk that passed the swimming pool and led down into the redwoods to the small cabin, designed originally as a servants' quarters, where he'd set up his office. His Marin County real estate business was successful enough that he was able to do most of his work at home, but he did like the feeling of "getting away" from the house, even if he was less than a hundred feet away.
As he walked past the reclined blonde girl, she opened her blue eyes and turned to stare at him, a teasing smile on her lips. Harry let his eyes descend briefly to the tight-formed mounds of her developing breasts, scarcely concealed by the flimsy bikini top. Then he looked abruptly away, certain he'd flushed.
"Where are you going, Uncle Harry?" Charleen called after him.
"Work," Harry grunted, not looking back. Damn the little bitch, he thought. She knows. The little bitch knows exactly what she's putting me through.
Harry was sweating in the warm summer heat by the time he reached the cabin and stepped inside. It consisted of two rooms, the office and a small room in back where he kept a cot he occasionally used for an afternoon nap when he didn't feel like working and didn't feel like returning to the house. Now glancing through the door to that neatly made bed it occurred to him what a perfect set-up he would have here if he were a less scrupulous husband. This cabin was his lair, his sanctuary. He had an unspoken agreement with Eileen that she was not to disturb him while he was here, and right now he couldn't resist imagining what it would be like to spend the afternoon romping on that bed with the succulent blonde teenager now languishing beside the swimming pool up at the main house.
"Damn it," Harry muttered to himself. "I've got to quit thinking like that."
Wiping his dampened brow, Harry unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it from his muscular shoulders and torso. He looked down absently at his own hairy chest for a moment, then went to the small refrigerator in the comer and got out a beer. He twisted the flip-top lid and went over and sat down at his desk. He propped his feet up and pulled some papers from the drawer and began to shuffle through them. Then he was startled by the hesitant knock on the door.
"Yes?"
It opened and Harry's eyes bugged as he saw Charleen framed against the bright afternoon light in her bikini, her soft flesh now glistening with moisture from a dip she must have just taken in the pool. She looked at him with narrowed, sultry eyes, and her lower lip stuck out in a slight childish pout.
"Are you busy?" she asked almost bashfully, her eyes descending with open curiosity to his hairy chest.
"Well, I've got some things to do...." he began, then quickly added. "But they can wait. Come on in. What's on your mind?"
As the girl walked toward him, Harry couldn't help noticing how the blonde of her hair contrasted with the deeply-tanned skin of her sensuous body. She came to stand beside him, then turned and walked to the door and peered curiously into the small bedroom.
Jesus! Harry thought to himself, his eyes devouring her tightly clenched little ass-cheeks on which the flimsy bikini hung so low he could distinguish an inch or so of the darkly forbidden crack that separated them showing above the top of the elastic material.
"What's on your mind?" he croaked, barely able to control his voice.
She turned back and smiled. "I was just curious what this place was. I see you coming here so often. And I wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
She walked slowly back to him, obviously conscious of and relishing the descent of his eyes to her upthrust breasts. "I was going to invite Donna Williams-you know, the girl down the hill-to stay the night with me if it's all right with you."
"Of course it's all right. You're welcome to have her here anytime you want. Donna's a very nice girl. I think it's great you two were able to make friends so quick."
She was also a very delectable little nymphet too, Harry thought to himself. Another bit of temptation for him to cope with. And a really hot-blooded little bitch too. He'd caught himself drooling over the sight of her working in the front yard of George Williams's place more than once, wearing nothing but a pair of pussy-high shorts and a little halter for her tits. "But you could have fixed that up with Eileen," Harry added absently.
"Eileen makes me nervous," Charleen said, looking at him with her round, innocent blue eyes.
"Why does she make you nervous?"
"I get the feeling she's ... jealous or ... suspicious of me or something," the girl said, moving closer so her bikini-clad little cunt was hardly a foot away from Harry's face. She smiled down mischievously as he flushed red. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
Harry shook his head, crossing his legs to try to make the erection bulging in his trousers less conspicuous. "You're mistaking Eileen's ... Eileen's ... it's just her nature. She knows ... she knows your not that kind of a girl."
Charleen licked her lips in an intentionally seductive gesture. "What kind of a girl, Mr. Thornton?"
Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. Though it was probably nothing but his imagination, he thought he could almost smell Charleen's hot little pussy. With just the slightest leaning forward he could have flicked his tongue out and licked right over the triangular crotch of the bikini covering her pubic mound. She was teasing him, prick-teasing him, his own best friend's daughter, and he wasn't the kind of man who liked to be teased. And worst of all, he wasn't sure it really was teasing. He couldn't help but imagine that if he actually made a move, she wouldn't stop him. At least not immediately. She wanted something. Damn it. He knew that as sure as he knew his own name.
"Uncle Harry?" she purred lustily.
Harry jerked his gaze upward between the out-thrust peaks of her breasts to her sultry, smiling face.
"You were staring at my ... you know."
"No! No, I wasn't. I was just ... thinking," he stammered inadequately.
"I guess I have a problem," Charleen purred. "That's really why I came down here."
Abruptly Harry stood up in his seat and backed against his desk. Now Charleen's eyes dropped for a moment to the crotch of his trousers and he realized she not only saw but recognized the hard bulge that tented them. "What's ... what's your problem?"
"I guess it's ... the facts of life."
Harry's mouth dropped open. And as the sensuous blonde teenager moved closer to him he tried to retreat and found himself pinned against his desk. "Don't you think you're better off asking your own father that question?" he asked.
"My father seemed to think that being with you and Eileen might be the answer. And he was right." She flicked her tongue from her mouth and made a little purring sound in her throat. "Last night for instance, I learned a whole lot. Enough to let me know I want to find out more." Harry stared down in disbelief as the young girl's hand moved up to brush through the thick curls of gray-flecked hair on his chest, then edged slowly closer to him until the little tips of her nipples protruding against the thin material of her bikini top were almost touching his skin. Then she seemed to sense something, and she turned suddenly away.
The door opened and Eileen stood glaring at them, hands on her hips, her breasts rising and falling visibly with her strained breathing in the loose, low-cut dress she wore.
"Oh, Aunt Eileen," Charleen said. "I just came to ask Uncle Harry if Donna Williams could spend the night with me here tonight."
Without another word she left, and Eileen stepped through the door, fixing her husband with a venomous stare. "I bet you said 'yes' too!"
Harry was gazing past her at the diminishing figure of the bikini-clad teenager going away from them up the trail to the main house. "What?" he asked absently, turning back to her.
"I said I bet you said 'yes'. I bet you're only too glad to have another little sex-pot around here for you to lech on."
"Go to hell."
Eileen's dark eyes sparkled with rage. "And don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at the Williams girl when we drive by their place, either."
"I said 'go to hell'."
"What was she doing here, Harry? It looks like she had to sweet-talk you into letting her invite Donna."
Harry's face was beaded with sweat. His breath was coming in strained heaves. His balls were aching and the erection that had tented his trousers had hardly diminished. And he was frustrated and pissed off and in no mood for the third degree. That mocking contempt that registered in his wife's eyes as she let her gaze descend to the tented crotch of his trousers was the last straw. Hardly thinking of what he was doing, he reached out and seized her by the wrist, jerking her angrily toward him. He saw her hand lashing out as a blur, heard the loud smack of it striking his face and felt the sting only belatedly, as though that sensation were the thunder's echo of the lightning. He blinked, momentarily stunned, blinded by his anger. He watched the bitter smile appear and fade on her voluptuous red lips, and heard her voice as a distant sound in his ears: "You horny, dirty old man."
"All right, you cunt," Harry whispered. "I've tried everything I know to get through to you these last few weeks and nothing has worked. But maybe I've just been too gentle."
His hand had almost relaxed on her wrist, but it tightened in a vise-like grip as she tried to jerk free. With his other hand he pulled the chair out from behind the desk to the middle of the room, and even before he dropped down into it and pulled her with a violent jerk down onto her stomach across his lap, the color had drained from her face, as though she knew intuitively what was about to happen to her.
"No!" Eileen, screamed, her legs kicking, her doubled fists trying to lash back at him and cleaving the air before his face. "If you touch me I'll...."
"You'll what?" Harry growled, yanking the hem of her long loose skirt up onto her back, staring down with sadistic lust at her tightly clenched buttocks, the darkly inspiring crack between them visible through the near transparency of her panties. His eyes wild with a warped excitement he'd never experienced in his life, he held her firmly by the waist and seized the tight elastic waistband at the top of the panties and drew the flimsy silken garment down off her rounded ass-cheeks and thighs until it clutched uselessly at her knees. Now the silken half moons of her buttocks were revealed to him in complete nakedness, the whiteness sharply contrasted to the dark tan of the backs of her thighs. And they almost visibly quivered in terror of what was to come.
"Harry," she sobbed, looking back over her shoulder in desperation. "Don't do that to me. Please don't. I'm sorry. Harry! Please!"
He said nothing. He lay the palm of his hand almost lightly over her two clenched and naked ass-cheeks, letting it rest there for a moment before he raised it and brought it down with a whoosh in the air to land with a resounding smack across her soft bare flesh.
"Oooowwwwww!" Eileen sobbed, wincing from-the stinging pain and resuming her struggle as she realized Harry was really serious about spanking her.
Harry watched the red print of his hand appear on her white flesh and fade slowly away, then slammed his hand down again, even harder this time, Eileen's wail of pain and protest only strengthening his own sadistic determination. She stared over her shoulder, an incoherent babble issuing from her lips, tears streaming down her face, her arms and legs thrashing in a futile attempt to defend herself. And he hit her again, then again, faster and harder until her two naked ass-cheeks turned completely red. And as he beat her, she ground her loins down in his lap in a futile attempt to flee the stinging sensation, crushing the mound of her pubis against his once more fully erected cock looming up hard inside his trousers.
"Oh please stop!" she screamed. "Please, Harry! You're hurting me."
But he went on unheedingly, mesmerized by the very rhythm of the up and down movement of his hand, by the loud spaced cracks as he struck her naked flesh. Something was happening inside him he couldn't quite understand. The cries and pleas for mercy that poured from his wife's throat, the grinding of her loins against his swollen penis, the clapping of his palm on her buttocks that sounded oddly akin to applause, all sparked an unnatural flame deep within his guts. His cock lurched and flexed in his trousers, each hard cruel r stroke of his hand seeming to prompt it to even larger and more pulsing hardness, driving him nearer and nearer to a frenzy of perverse excitement.
Eileen's voice was now a steady whine, interspersed with only half-intelligible pleas for mercy. But Harry was untouched by her anguish. Hypnotized, he lashed on and on until his hand began to ache. But even then he couldn't stop. There was a connection between the rising and falling of his hand and the churning in his loins, the intensity of pressure welling in his throbbing balls. His cock was rock-hard, jerking against his trousers as Eileen's naked cunt squirmed and pressed against it in an effort to escape the blows raining continuously from above.
Now the perspiration began to drip from Harry's face. His broad chest was heaving and his knees and thighs felt numb from the weight of her body. His arm ached, feeling as heavy as a nine-pound sledge. But still, as though guided by some demoniac power, it kept rising and falling. His eyes closed. He was entranced by the sound, by the stinging on his own palm, by her continued cries and sobbing and the great swirls of heat building in his balls. He was a man possessed. He didn't even know any longer what it was that he was doing.
Now Eileen was really frightened. Try as she might, she couldn't escape Harry's punishing hand. His other arm gripped her tightly, pinning her helplessly across his knees. Her whole body ached from the strange position and every slap across her now half-numb ass-cheeks sent fresh flashes of pain shooting up her spine. And now she was acutely aware of his cock pressing into her lower belly and against the naked lips of her unprotected pussy and the tingling bud of her clitoris. And even as she cringed in agony from the continued assault, the heat building in her own loins made her want to cry out for shame.
Harry grunted, his cock suddenly flexing even harder as he felt himself begin to lose control. He jerked and ground his pelvis up from the chair, intensifying the friction of his boxer shorts rubbing against the lust-swollen head of his penis. Then, having almost been eluded by the numerous warning signs, he realized that any minute he was going to cum.
With a bear-like snarl he shoved his dark-haired wife off his lap, still holding her arms to let her fall sobbing in a heap on the floor. He stared down at her with fury in his eyes, her body racked by the convulsive spasms of her crying, her dress still bunched obscenely at her waist and her panties hobbling her knees to completely expose her red-spanked ass-cheeks and the flowering triangle of black hair between her thighs. Then she almost fainted as she looked up at her husband and saw him jerk the zipper down to open the fly of his trousers. A moment later he'd pulled his surging, lust-hardened shaft of flesh to freedom. It loomed up to terrifying size, seemingly larger than it had ever been before when they made love in more orthodox fashions. Then a whimper rose in her throat as he reached beneath her arm pits to jerk her to a sitting position. He pulled her toward him until she was sitting on the floor in front of him between his legs. Then one of his hands was in her hair, pulling her face closer between his legs, and the other was seizing the hard pulsing shaft of his exposed penis, bending it downward until it was pointed straight at her mouth.
"No!" Eileen sobbed. That was her worst mistake. As she opened her mouth to protest, Harry thrust the full-length of his throbbing cock-shaft between her lips. She gulped, almost gagging, then swallowed to keep from choking as the first hotly searing drops of cum surged up from Harry's balls and spewed across her tongue.
Grunting in perverted satisfaction, Harry used his grip on his wife's dark hair to guide her face back and forth, working her ovaled lips up and down on the jerking rod of his cock. He pumped spurt after spurt of his pungent male cum into her mouth as she sobbed and moaned in helpless submission around the violating rod of flesh.
Then, sated, he sank back in the desk chair. Still convulsing with sobs, her face streaked with tears, Eileen let the swiftly deflating cock slip from her mouth. She swallowed the last drops of his punishing semen and wiped her lips. She retreated on her hands and knees across the floor to the opposite wall, where she sat staring with all the bitterness of a spanked child for a moment. Absently she unbunched her dress and pulled it down over her still throbbing buttocks. Then with another little sob she got up and fled out the door and back up the trail to the house.
CHAPTER THREE
The late movie ended with everyone joining in the song. The lovers, reunited, strolled away in a soft rain. There was test pattern on the screen for a moment, backed up by inspirational music. Charleen scooted across the rug and flicked off the sound and turned back to dark-haired Donna Williams.
"What a drag, hunh?"
"Yes," Donna said, obviously thinking about something else. "Where's Mr. Thornton tonight?"
Charleen shrugged, a little tremor of excitement coursing through her loins at the memory of the way her "uncle" Harry had looked at her this afternoon before they were interrupted by his wife. And then remembering the look on Aunt Eileen's face, Charleen's excitement changed to hostility. She still hadn't told Donna the real reason she wanted to have her stay here tonight. She'd hoped last night's lurid scene in the Thornton's bedroom would be repeated, and she'd wanted to share her voyeuristic thrills with her new girlfriend. But instinct told her she would be denied that pleasure tonight.
Something had happened down at the cabin Harry Thornton used for an office after she'd left there this afternoon. She'd been back at the pool for about twenty minutes when Aunt Eileen returned to the main house, walking by without saying a word. But Eileen had looked disheveled and it was obvious from her swollen eyes that she had been crying. Charleen had gone after the older woman into the house and seen her slam the door to her and Harry's bedroom. She'd gone to her own room and a few minutes later Harry had come in. He and his wife had argued, and then he'd left, and he hadn't been back all evening. Charleen knew she must have been the cause of the trouble, though Eileen had been perfectly gracious during dinner with her and Donna. But it wasn't really her fault. She hadn't done anything. All she wanted was a little attention, friendly attention, from the man of the house. Eileen had no reason to be bitter about that.
Then both girls looked sharply toward the window as they heard a car motor and saw lights appear in the drive.
"There's Harry now," said Charleen.
"Do you call him Harry?" asked Donna. "He's really a dream, I think. Do you really call him Harry?"
"I used to call him Uncle Harry," Charleen said, gazing mysteriously at her friend. "Today I switched to Mr. Thornton." She licked her lips. "But tomorrow it will be just plain Harry, I bet."
Both girls waited attentively as they heard the car door slam and the footsteps coming up the walk. Then a key turned in the front door and Harry Thornton came in. He paused in the foyer outside the den, staring through as though stunned at the two young teen-aged girls sitting on the carpeted floor, the brunette in shorts and halter and the blonde in a flimsy, revealing miniskirt. Then, weaving slightly on his feet, he turned away and stalked on down the hall.
"He's been drinking," said Charleen.
"Come on. Let's go to my room. From there we can hear what's going on."
"What do you mean? Why do we want to hear?"
"Don't ask silly questions. Come on."
Charleen took her friend by the hand and led her out. But even as they reached the hall they saw the door at the end of it slam closed. They went to the guest room, which she'd already come to think of as her own, and Charleen left the door open by a crack. She held her fingers up to her lips for silence and listened intently, but she could hear only low voices from the other room.
"What are you listening for?" Donna asked.
Charleen sighed. "I watched them doing it last night. That's why I wanted you to stay with me. I thought they'd do it again."
"Do what?"
Charleen stifled a giggle. "I watched them screwing! You know. Have you ever seen anybody screw? Your parents, maybe."
Donna was staring wide-eyed at her friend. "God, no! I can't even imagine my parents screwing."
"Well they must have at least once," said Charleen. "You were born."
Donna seized several strands of her long brown hair, pulling them across her cheek and taking them absently in her teeth. "Gee, I never thought of that."
The girls started as the door opened down the hall and slammed shut again. They listened to the stalking footsteps, and through the crack of the door to the room Charleen occupied, they watched Harry flash by.
"Where's he going?" Donna gasped.
"I don't know," Charleen answered, rushing over to sprawl belly-down on her bed and gaze out the window. In a moment Harry Thornton appeared, walking briskly in the moonlight along the edge of the swimming pool and down the trail that led to the cabin. She watched for a moment, then turned back to her girl friend. Again she held her finger to her lips for quiet. "Come on. We'll follow him."
"But...." Donna stammered, apprehensive.
Charleen took her hand and led her out of the room and down to the back of the house. She eased the door open and ushered her friend through, then closed it just as quietly as she'd opened it. Turning, she squinted, gazing down the trail. Harry Thornton was no longer visible, but she could see a light in the window of the cabin.
"Come on."
The two figures crept stealthily along the path toward the smaller house. It was a cloudless night and though the crescent of the moon cast a light that made it easy for them to negotiate the trail, it was not bright enough that they would have been noticeable to anyone who wasn't specifically looking for them.
The two teen-aged girls approached the cabin from the front, then skulked along the side wall around to the back and made their way to the window that opened onto the little bedroom.
A look of horror crossed Donna's face as Charleen rose to her tiptoes to peer through. "But this is window-peeping," she gasped.
Charleen glared at her angrily, then turned her gaze to the little room where Harry stood by the bed, staring at himself in the mirror that hung on the wall, still weaving a little drunkenly on his feet. "Damn that silly bitch," he muttered drunkenly. "If she'd show up here now I bet I'd give her a...." His voice trailed off and hurriedly he peeled the sport shirt from his muscular torso.
Now Donna Williams also ventured to look through the window, a little gasp welling in her throat at the sight of Mr. Thornton's swelling biceps. Then she blushed as he unbuckled and dropped his trousers, letting them fall about his ankles, and stepped out of them. He raised his arms, flexing both biceps, then suddenly reached down to lower his shorts off his rippling buttocks and hard-muscled thighs, completely revealing the large but now limber shaft of his cock hanging down from his profuse black pubic hair. And to the amazement of the two girls he then took it in his hand, tugging playfully at the foreskin. Charleen gasped aloud as she watched him roll the protracted member in his palms, and Donna blinked in disbelief as she saw it increase in size before her very eyes. Charleen nudged the other girl as Harry cupped his balls in his left hand, seeming to weigh them gently in his palm.
Then his fingers entwined about the shaft and he began a soft back and forth pumping motion along its gradually increasing length.
"What's he doing?" Donna whispered.
"Maybe he's going to jack-off."
"Golly."
Harry turned away from the mirror, his back now to the window though it was obvious his hand was still working up and down on his cock. Charleen felt hot all over, even though the night was cool. Little beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead and cheeks. Her hands felt clammy and there was a moistness between her legs. A frustrating tingle had begun deep in her stomach and her breasts felt tight enough to burst. It was all she could do right now to resist the temptation to go around and knock on the front door. She wanted Harry. She thought he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in the world, next to her own father and, of course, she could never have him. And Harry was obviously excited. She bet that if he'd have had his way, he would be doing the same thing to Eileen that she had watched him do last night, and the knowledge that she was partly responsible for his troubles made her wish only that much more that there was something she could do to make it up to him.
Standing beside Charleen in the soft grass, Donna was mesmerized by the sight of the naked, masturbating man. She felt at once hot and cold all over, as if her entire body was bathed in a feverish sweat. Tremors were shooting through her loins and there was a strange gnawing sensation in her breasts and up between her legs. She wanted to be touched, or to touch herself. Her body was crying out for something and the need coursing through her was almost more than she could bear. And almost unconsciously, the young girl raised one of her hands to touch her small hard breasts on the outside of the tightly constricting halter she wore.
"Mmmmmmmm," Donna sighed, barely audibly.
Closing her eyes, she drew the palm of her hand over the jutting little nipple-points, again murmuring softly from the delicious contact. She raised her other hand and timidly touched the burning spot between her legs on the outside of her tight-fitting shorts, the searing sensation causing the flames of lust to leap like wildfire across the tingling flesh of her body. Then she glanced at her friend and was amazed to see that the other girl had reached inside the neck of her minidress to play with her unencumbered breasts, and that her other hand had worked up beneath her skirt and was jerking up and down in an intensely rhythmic movement between her thighs, her eyes still glued to the sight of the naked man through the window.
Raising her eyes, Donna saw Harry Thornton turn again to face the mirror and she almost cried aloud at the sight of his penis, which had now swollen to complete erection. Then he dropped his hand from it, leaving it to loom straight up from his loins with no need of support. He doubled his fists and began to shadow-box in front of the mirror, shuffling in circles about the room, ducking imaginary punches and throwing rapid jabs and quick combinations, the exercise filming his naked skin with shining sweat and serving to reveal his rippling muscles to even greater advantage.
To anyone else the sight might have been ridiculous, but to the two curious girls it only inspired more and greater unnatural lust to well in their lewdly awakened young bodies. Donna stroked her tiny breasts frenziedly and Charleen wormed her finger up in the legband of her panties to find delicious titillating contact with her already lewdly moistened cuntal lips. She had a cottony feeling in her throat and her lips felt parched and dry. Her skin was a mass of sensation, crying out for contact, and she thought if she merely touched her clitoris she would cum right there on the spot. But she didn't want it to be that easy, that quick. She wanted more than just a self-inflicted orgasm like she'd had last night while watching Harry Thornton fuck his wife silly in their bedroom up at the house.
Then her glance fell back to Donna and she saw that her friend had inserted a hand down inside her shorts from the front and was frenziedly stroking her fingers back and forth between her legs. She looked oblivious to everything but the sight of the naked man before them, lust-crazed and maddened by the desire that permeated her innocent young body.
Then suddenly Harry ceased his naked shadow-boxing. He sighed, his penis already appearing to deflate slightly. He stepped to the door and flicked off the light and the room was cast in darkness. They saw him only as a shadow as he walked back to the bed and lay down and pulled the sheet over him. In a moment the sound of his breathing had changed. Then he began to snore.
The two girls turned to stare feverishly at one another, their faces softly lit by the faint rays of moonlight cascading over them.
"Were you . .'. finger-fucking yourself?" Donna asked cautiously.
"Yes. And so were you."
"I guess I liked it, seeing his big thing. "
"I liked it too," said Charleen. "And I'm still so hot I can hardly stand it. Come on, let's go back up to the house. We can finish ourselves off in bed."
"I ... guess," Donna said, apprehensive. The two girls hurried up the trail and slipped back into the house and to their room. Charleen put on the light and turned to face the other girl, hesitating but a moment before she started to strip off her minidress. Donna reluctantly followed the blonde's example and in a moment the two girls stood completely naked. Charleen's eyes roved with curiosity over the younger girl's supple, darkly tanned body. Then as Donna reached for her nightgown, she seized her wrist and shook her head. "No. Let's get under the covers naked. Together."
"I don't know...."
"Yes," Charleen said firmly. She pulled the covers back and urged Donna down on the bed, then lay beside her, drawing the sheet up over their bodies, pressing herself against the other girl. She still held to Donna's wrist, and she waited for a moment of the warm contact of breasts upon breasts and thighs against thighs before the girl's breathing had perceptibly changed. Then she guided Donna's only slightly resisting hand down between her own legs and up into searing and shattering contact with the already lewdly moistened slit of her blonde cunt.
Donna stiffened at the contact with the wetness between Charleen's thighs, then tentatively she began to stroke her fingers over the girl's desire-quivering pussy and to probe experimentally at the fleece-lined folds.
"Eeehhhmmmmm," Charleen sighed, shiver after shiver of heated arousal tingling through her body from the tantalizing contact of the other girl's hand on her cunt.
Donna felt the desire-engorged little button of Charleen's clitoris and began to stroke back and forth more eagerly over it. Then she sighed deeply as Charleen's hands sought out her lust-moistened inner thighs and she felt one of her blonde friend's fingers worming slowly up into the soft yielding tightness of her pussy. She stiffened momentarily from the shock, then her body relaxed and she pressed her breasts even harder against Charleen's, intensifying the finger-fucking rhythm of her own hand-on the blonde girl's naked pussy, a slow moan escaping her lips: "Oh yes, Charleen. I like it. I like it. It's much better than doing it to yourself."
"Yes," Charleen purred. "It's much better than just doing it to yourself."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lunch, eaten in silence, was finished. Eileen slid her chair back and rose from the table and began to clear away the plates and silverware she and Harry had used. The girls had taken sandwiches to the pool, so at least she didn't have to worry about cleaning up after them; and she'd been spared having to watch her husband drooling over them through the course of the light meal they'd had.
Harry watched his wife turn to the sink, his eyes tracing the lines of her voluptuously curved body, her tight ass-cheeks outlined in the clinging pants she wore with her light, sleeveless blouse. "Look," he said after a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I don't know what else to say but we can't go on like this."
"I can." She turned to stare at him with loathing, her eyes burning into his.
"I'm not going to live with a woman who's not speaking to me, and...."
"I just did speak to you, you bastard."
"And I'm not going to make payments on this house and live like a hermit in that goddamned little cabin."
"Then you can take a blanket and sleep on the couch in the den."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck you!"
Harry sighed, exerting all his effort to control himself. "Eileen, I'm sorry I spanked you. I'm sorry!"
Eileen laughed bitterly. "I'm not angry about being spanked. I liked being spanked. I just don't like living with a dirty old man who spends his time leching on girls young enough to be his daughter."
Harry rose and walked from the kitchen. He slammed the back door on his way out, blinking at the sight of the two girls sunbathing in their bikinis on the edge of the pond.
"Hello, Mr. Thornton," the blonde said in a lusty voice, with an intonation she must have picked up from late night grade-B movies.
Harry nodded and forced himself to look away. He strode swiftly past the girls, sneaking but another peek at their inviting little asses, and continued down toward the cabin. When he was halfway there he heard the sound of a car starting and stopped to look back. His wife's compact emerged from the garage, slinging gravel, and streaked away down the street toward town.
"The hell with her," Harry grunted, continuing. He unlocked the door and went in, got a beer from the ice-box and sat down at his desk. Fuming, he drank.
Perhaps five minutes had passed before he heard the knock on the door and started in his chair. "Yes? Who is it?"
The door opened and Charleen, her body again glistening with moisture from a dip in the pool, stepped through. "It's me, Mr. Thornton."
Mister Thornton? Harry realized it wasn't the first time she'd called him that, and it was a disquietingly significant switch from "Uncle Harry", which was what she'd always called him before. It put them on a more formal basis, and yet there was a disturbing promise of intimacy in it.
"Hello, Charleen. What's on your mind?"
"The same thing as yesterday." Charleen paused, licking her lips suggestively. "Your wife is really mad at you, isn't she?"
"Yes. She's mad."
"And it's all my fault."
Harry crossed his legs, making every possible effort to avoid letting his eyes descend to the girl's scarcely concealed body. "It's not all your fault."
"I don't really think it is either. I don't know exactly what it was that I wanted yesterday. Just a little attention, I guess, but I didn't mean any harm.
"I know you didn't."
"But I still know it's my fault that you're in the doghouse." Charleen took a deep breath. "And I'd like to make it up to you."
Harry's mouth dropped open. He pushed it shut with his hand, staring at the slightly nervous, smiling girl. "What do you mean?"
"Do you find me attractive?" Charleen cooed. "I know I'm just a kid. I know I could never substitute for Aunt Eileen. But don't you find me just a little bit attractive?"
As Harry gawked speechlessly, the young girl reached up behind her back and with a delicate flick of her finger she undid the snap at the back of her swimsuit top. She smiled, her eyes narrowed, and shrugged her shoulders just slightly to let the flimsy garment drop from her body and completely expose her firm young breasts, sweeping up proudly, the nipples tightly puckered from her swim in the cold pool.
"Charleen!"
"Don't you like them?" she teased, her fingers reaching up to tweak the little nipples in lewd emphasis of their tempting hardness.
Harry stared at the precocious blonde teenager in silence for a moment. Then he turned away, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at his perspiring forehead. "Yes, Charleen. I like them. But I want you to get your bikini top back on and get out of here right now before I do something we'll both regret."
"I won't regret it, Mr. Thornton."
Harry frowned. Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps he'd heard a difference in her voice that told him she was no longer standing behind him. He didn't know. But even forewarned, he could hardly believe it as he turned to find himself staring at the completely naked girl standing in the other room beside the bed. Jesus Christ! She was naked as the day she was born and Harry's eyes were riveted on the golden triangle of thinly curling pubic hair that had just begun to sprout between her legs. It was almost more than a man could resist, more than any man could be expected to try to resist. But somehow he had to get control of himself. He had to remember that this nymphet offering herself to him wasn't just any girl; she was his best friend's daughter and only fifteen years old to boot. But to the penis looming to sudden erection in his trousers, that fact seemed as inconsequential as minor league baseball scores.
"I want to learn about sex, Mr. Thornton," Charleen purred. "And I know you can teach me. I've seen you in action."
"You've what?"
"The other night your bedroom door was open. I watched and you ... and you were just beautiful. Oh please!" the young girl added in a tone that would melt a celibate monk. Then she dropped down on her back across the bed, arms crossed above her head to arch her firm young breasts in complete surrender, her long legs slightly parted so Harry could see the slender pink lips of her pussy nestled in the sparse strands of blonde pubic hair between her thighs. It was too much. It was just too much.
There comes a time, he thought, in every man's life when he stares off the precipice into the bottomless lake of certain disaster, and has to close his eyes, hold his nose, and leap.
Harry Thornton was not a religious man, but he crossed himself going through the door into the bedroom.
He paused, looking down almost deliriously at the waiting girl on the bed. Then, his hands trembling, he started to undress.
Charleen watched with narrowed eyes as the muscular forty year old man peeled off his shirt and started to unbuckle his trousers. Then a low gasp welled in her throat as she saw him pull his pants down off his hips, taking his boxer shorts with them, and his penis loomed into shocking view, already risen to terrifying tumescence from the stimulation of her nakedly tempting young body laid out as an offering on the bed.
Harry's mind had ceased to function. He knew Jack Remmings would never forgive him for what he was about to do to his teen-aged daughter, knew he would never forgive himself. He knew also that it would be very difficult to keep what had happened a secret from Eileen.
But even that didn't seem to matter now. And he was also vaguely aware that if he didn't do it, he would also have a hard time forgiving himself for having passed up the opportunity, no matter what the consequences he might have to face later. And now it was too late to stop anyway.
Stepping out of his trousers, Harry lowered himself onto the bed, kneeling over the prone body of the girl. He stretched out a hand, laying it tentatively on her bronzed shoulder. Then suddenly his head was buried between her glistening young breasts, tasting the dampness of her sun-bronzed skin, and his cock fell hard and hot against her stomach and jerked along the smoothness of her flesh. He felt a tremor run through her naked body and he grasped her shoulders, holding her to him for a moment. Then he raised his head and gazed into her soft blue eyes. In them he read only acquiescence and desire.
Slowly Harry lowered his lips to the trembling girl's wetly parted lips. An electrifying chill shook him as he touched her lips, their soft pliant lusciousness awaking new sensations in his brain. Eagerly he ground his mouth against hers, gently slipping his tongue out and probing it in cautious jabs between her almost gritted teeth. For a moment she seemed hesitant about submitting to this familiarity, then the tip of her tongue touched his and he felt her timidly begin to respond. Their tongues entwined, slipping and darting together in play as he began to thrust, deeper toward her throat. Her mouth felt like velvet and she was rapidly gaining expertise in tongue-kissing.
Then Harry felt the girl's arms reach up around his neck to draw his face even closer to hers. His hands still gripped her shoulders and unconsciously he dug his fingers hard into her nakedly pliant flesh. He could feel the vibrations of her first mewls of pleasure rising in her throat, and rapidly he was shedding his own inhibitions. Nothing mattered to him now but the sensation of the moment, the feel of this hot young teen-aged body squirming beneath him, and he moved his hand up to caress the wet blonde hair plastered over her neck, at the same time slowly lowering his lips to kiss softly down her throat and across her shoulders.
Harry felt a gentle undulation begin in the girl's already aroused body, her flesh seeming to cry out in desire, causing him to imagine that every tiny nerve-ending on her skin was sending a message to his own lust-aroused senses. There was nothing he liked better than getting a girl hot, and his best friend's fifteen-year-old daughter was going to be burning up before he finally plucked her precious little cherry.
Then eagerly the older man dropped his face lower to close his lips over one of Charleen's tight ruby nipples, pulling on it gently with his teeth, rolling the swollen tip between his lips and pressing his teeth down around the crinkled outer skin. He felt the little bud rise to even greater stiffness in his mouth, as though it were a thirsty root reaching out for water, and he kissed gently over the other rosy little bud, eliciting from it the same voluntary response until it pulsed with the heat of her body.
Harry's lips wandered hungrily over the finely grained surface of the young girl's burnished body, tracing a moist trail down her flesh which seemed to be instantly soaked up by her love-parched skin. Now her hands grasped his burly shoulders, digging thoughtlessly into his bare flesh to leave reddened nail imprints. Her mouth opened, pouring out strained phrases that seemed to come only distantly to his ears: "Oh do it to me, Harry. Please do it to me. Kiss me like that. All over."
Harry was in his present crazed state only too willing to oblige, to submit to that self-subjugation to an extent even Charleen could not imagine. Tenderly he stroked down over the firm curves of her hips, sliding lower on the bed to run his tongue over the soft flat smoothness of her stomach. His hands dropped down to her inner thighs, caressing lightly over the sensitive flesh to awaken the nerve-filled path leading up between them to her hot little cunt.
Almost reverently he kissed the sparse young curls of her uplifted pubic mound, breathing in her lust-inciting female odor as she began to jerk and writhe beneath him. He eased her thighs farther apart, his fingers continuing to play up and down along them. He could see the faint sheen of moisture clinging in the soft blonde hair of her cunt, now only inches from his face, and as he worked his thumbs up to seize the fleshy petals of her pussy and pull the lips apart, he beheld the inner pinkness of her tight little vaginal mouth itself. Now even the tiny tip of her clitoris was discernible, peeping out like a vermilion needle point through the pale thin fuzz that lined her glistening outer cuntal lips.
A low whimper rose in Charleen's throat and her hands, now hardly able to reach Harry's shoulders, moved back up her naked torso to tease and tweak at her hardened nipple buds in augmentation of the maddening sensations she derived from his hands working obscenely between her widely parted and scissoring thighs.
"Oh please, Uncle Harry!" the girl moaned. "Please don't stop."
Harry stiffened, that manner of address serving momentarily to remind him of the seriousness of what he was about to do. But the sight of the girl's lust-tortured face swept away the last of his inhibitions. Determined, he hesitated no longer, pushing Charleen's knees up until the whole expanse of her virginal vagina was visible to his hungry view.
The thinly haired outer lips appeared to throb and increase in size before his eyes, swelling blood-laden with her building desire. He could see the tattered edges of her tiny inner lips, guarding the pinkly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Her already hotly moistened cuntal opening, petaled like a delicate rose, lay just beneath the sensuous pivot and farther down he could just glimpse the faint brown ring of her puckered little anus.
Harry's breathing was further hastening now as he surveyed the bewitching panorama in all its most intimate detail. In hungry anticipation he ran the tip of his wet tongue over his own parched lips. Then slowly and surely he lowered his head between her outspread tan thighs. He reached out tentatively with his saliva-moistened tongue, gently flicking at the narrow slit, savoring its taste and smell.
Charleen's whole body jerked from the strange and shocking contact. It was a completely new sensation for the teen-aged virgin, and her first reaction was to grind her buttocks down into the mattress of the bed in an unconscious attempt to escape it. But Harry's face followed, his tongue flicking out again to dart up and down the entire length of her throbbing little cunt.
"Ooooooh!" she cried out, her hips jerking from side to side on the bed in continued retreat. Then Harry grasped her firmly just below the waist, holding her fast as once again his tongue flicked out and began to probe more eagerly at the hidden folds of her tender young pussy. It lavished the desire-swollen outer lips, his mouth sucking greedily at the tangy-tasting inner softness, searching gradually deeper up into the secret depths before flicking outward and upward to come at last to rest right on the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
Charleen almost screamed with pleasure as he took the tiny little button between his lips, imprisoning it there as he began to torment it with the tip of his tongue. She writhed spontaneously from the novel contact, and Harry could feel the little bud growing large beneath his taunting tongue. He repaid this sign of response by nibbling gently, then began to peck in a small series of little bird-like bites on her clitoris and up and down the glistening hair-lined slit of her pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Charleen wailed, her voice taking on a new urgency with the maddening sensation to which she was being subjected. Harry raised his head and watched the flush of passion spread over her face, noting the clenching of her teeth and the fact that her eyes were tightly closed as though to blot out everything but feeling.
Then as he plunged back between her thighs Charleen's hands moved down from her breasts, her fingers pulling at his bushy hair as though she were still trying to resist the assault of his mouth on her sensitive vaginal orifice. But now Harry slavered on unheeding, licking and sucking without restraint at her palpitating pussy. His tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening and his attempts to force an entry prompted further gasps of shocked pleasure from her parted lips. At last, with a desperate surge, Harry managed to embed just the tip of his tongue up between the tightly flanged folds of her cunt-lips and through the resisting membrane of her virginity. And with continued effort he sunk it gradually deeper into the warmly pulsing hole.
"Oh, Mr. Thornton!" Charleen moaned. "Oh God, that feels good!"
She ground her pelvis up in eager undulation to receive his thrusting tongue and frantically he seized the opportunity to worm it even deeper into her tight little sheath, which he felt begin to open and close around his plunging tongue. Using his thumbs, he spread the hair-lined flanges of her pussy wider apart to allow himself even greater access to her succulent little cunt. He was ready to really eat her out in earnest how, and his nose and mouth were buried hungrily in her heady young moisture and warmth, his own hot breath returning in clouds from the expanded tunnel of lust before his face.
Charleen was ascending into the throes of spine-trembling delight. She'd never known anything like this. She'd been thinking about Mr. Thornton, her Uncle Harry, plotting and dreaming about seducing him for the last several days, almost determined to go through with her scheme since she'd peeked on him and his wife last night. But even as she'd done all that she wouldn't have dared to dream that if it did happen it could possibly be as wonderful as this. His tongue aroused a primitive joy in her she'd never experienced and passion rushed out of control through her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. His darting tongue sent electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein and nerve-ending of her body and she writhed without thought or complaint of the indignity to which he was subjecting her with his shameful oral assault.
Then Charleen clamped her thighs together, locking them on Harry's ears, and the stubble on his chin adding abrasively to the sheer sensation of his tongue working in and out of her steaming cunt stimulated her dewy flesh to still greater erotic heights. Now her hands clawed wantonly at his head, pushing his slavering face harder against her throbbing pussy-opening as the tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body and she felt herself ascend to an even higher plane of depravity and joy.
Harry labored unceasingly on, his pistoning tongue coaxing his young ward's responses to a feverish pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with involuntary fury, her thighs opening and closing around his ears and head. A savage gurgle spewed from her throat as she jerked her buttocks up from the bed in time with the lappings and thrustings of his tongue, masking his face with her now fully awakened cunt, her vagina seeming to suck at his tongue like a tiny mouth.
Her passion continued to build for a few moments longer. Then a series of rending wails pierced the cabin and suddenly her body was flailing and tossing in savage fury, her hands pulling cruelly at his hair and her hips bucking in a last frenzy as if she were mounted on an untamed stallion trying to toss her off.
"Ooohhh ... oooohhhh!" she moaned in complete delirium as her courtesy uncle's exhausted tongue continued to prod and probe up into her clenching little pussy, as his mouth continued to suck and he swallowed the warm moistness that enveloped his face in the unleashed gushing of her consuming lust.
Then she sank down, still, and for a moment he lay face-down between her legs, her orgasmic juices draining from her cunt down onto the mattress before him. He heard a sigh of satisfaction escape her lips, then raised his head to gaze up between her tautly arched breasts at her face. She'd raised her head and was looking down between them in turn at him.
Harry's still semi erected cock leapt back toward hardness from the very grateful sensuality of her gaze. Her smoldering blue eyes stared hungrily at him, her lips voluptuously parted and moistened, her cheeks flushed with lingering passion. And looking at her breasts Harry saw that her nipples remained perked to tingling stiffness.
He stared back at her, almost mesmerized. In all his life he didn't think he'd ever seen as erotic a sight as she now made. He thought perhaps he should speak to her, but he didn't know what to say and his throat was so dry he probably wouldn't have had a voice if he tried. Her unwavering stare burned through him, down to the pit of sensuality fermenting in his own loins.
Then, with an almost animal growl, he raised himself from the bed and slid up over her still prone and surrendered body.
Harry stared down in triumphant anticipation for a moment, then smashed his mouth down hers, his cock twitching suddenly back to full-fledged erection, gentleness leaving him like breeze leaving summer air. And as he ground down with a harsh, brutal kiss on her lips, her arms reached once more around his neck to hold his face to hers and she returned the crushing bestiality of his lips with a hungry nibbling and sucked his tongue greedily into her mouth.
Harry felt the still obscenely aroused teenager's hands move over his back, her nails scratching cat-like across his flesh. He could feel her turgid nipples digging into his chest like electric prods, and his head was spinning from the combined lust and exhaustion which enveloped his aging body. But this cock-hungry teenager wanted to be fucked; he knew that now without a doubt and his penis loomed up harder and harder, prodding threateningly at her lust-wet pubic mound as he shifted his hips to fit better up between her widely parted thighs.
She squirmed, drawing her legs together to clamp her soft moist pussy flesh about his hardened cock, hollowing in and out as though to milk it and draw it out to even greater length and rigidity. With a deep moan, Harry pulled his lips from the blonde girl's mouth and bit down hard on the tender skin of her neck, leaving a trail of red teeth-marks on her tanned skin as he worked his way down toward her upward arched breasts. Savagely he took one of the nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling until the girl cried out aloud from the sheer sensation. Then he spread her legs brutally wider with his knees, grasped the hard-throbbing shaft of his cock in his hand, and guided it toward her tiny virginal cunt. Without further preparation he surged heavily forward, pressing with all his might against the fearfully resisting little opening and the taut-stretched membrane within.
"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" Charleen cried out, snapping Harry back to his senses. Christ, what was he thinking? He'd just ripped into her like she was a ten-dollar whore. He looked up and saw that tears were streaming down her peach-fuzzed cheeks. Her hands, no longer touching him, were clenched in agony on the bed and her face was contorted with pain. Her features seemed particularly child-like and again it occurred to Harry how serious was the act he was committing. And the least he could do was be gentle with her. After all, she was only fifteen and his best friend's daughter. Then he could hardly believe his ears as the girl raised up and gazed down at him through her tear-filled eyes, speaking through gritted teeth with her cracked and quivering voice: "No, Uncle Harry. Don't stop. Come into me. I want you inside me."
Harry couldn't believe it. She was actually begging him to continue. But still he hesitated.
"Put your prick in my cunt," she gasped, her eyes never leaving his face. "Fuck me."
The lewd words coming from this innocent young girl incited the older man back to his original plane of lust and he banished all thought of conscience from his mind. His passion-inflated cock was aching for release, and slowly, still keeping in mind that she was Jack Remmings's daughter, he squirmed his hips downward again to press the hard head of his cock against the entrance to her still tightly resisting little vagina. He dropped his hand between their sweat-streaked bodies, gently massaging her inner thighs and pushing them wider apart in hopes of facilitating the penetration to come, widening her cuntal lips with his fingers. Looking down, he could see the petal-like pink opening of her cunt contracting in dread and expectancy, a thin stream of vaginal fluid running mercifully down to further lubricate the tight little slit. Seeing that, he knew she was as ready as she would ever be.
Now gently Harry guided the blood-engorged head of his cock up to the small waiting orifice. Even he was aware of the size difference and knew it was going to be difficult to get it in. But he'd brought her this far and now he was determined to try his best. He hesitated a moment longer, then took a deep breath and pushed slowly forward.
Charleen squirmed away from the contact of the rock-hard penis against her lust-seared little pussy, and again Harry hesitated. But the sight of her silky tanned skin and the memory of her saltine taste in his mouth reinforced his determination, and eagerly he began to moisten his aching cock-head in the lubricant still flowing freely from her pulsating vagina.
Tenderly he tested the slick head against the little star-shaped hole, flexing his hips slightly and causing his hardened rod of flesh to jerk forward against the continued resistance. Again Charleen's virgin cunt held firm, and now, almost desperate, he seized her hips and held her still beneath him, at the same time surging forward and managing to insert just the lust-bloated head of his penis up into the tight elastic hole between her open thighs.
"Arrggghhh!" Another wail of pain erupted from Charleen's throat, but this time she could not draw back from the thrust and didn't try. She bore her pain as Harry rested with his cock-head lodged just inside her wide-stretched cuntal opening, giving her a chance to become accustomed to the unnatural violation. Then inch by inch he moved forward, embedding more and more of his mammoth cock up into the still tightly resisting vaginal sheath.
Moan after tortured moan escaped the scheming teen-ager's lips, and her blonde head jerked from side to side on the bed. The sinewy walls of her cunt closed in on Harry's penis like an elastic glove, and she could feel every ridge and ripple as he sunk it at last to the hilt in her once-virgin pussy, shattering her maidenhead with the force of his size.
"Auurrhh!" she moaned, but she took it all without struggling.
Beads of perspiration had broken out on Harry's forehead from the exerting task of the excruciating entry, and his cock felt like it were being crushed in a velvet version of the iron maiden. Charleen's moans soon ceased as he remained motionless, but he could see the lingering imprint of pain mirrored in her face, and no sign of pleasure or passion. He knew this was part of woman's lot, like child-bearing, but somehow the sight of a virgin grunting in skewered agony had always struck a chord in Harry Thornton's heart and this time was no exception. He pitied her and he didn't want to hurt her, not any more than was necessary, that is. He could only hope for her sake that before he really started throwing it to her tight little pussy, the pain would somewhat subside.
In the most gentlemanly manner he knew, Harry slowly withdrew his cock from the grasping crevice, and to his surprise it came out easier than he'd expected. He withdrew until just the bloated head was still buried within the tender folds of her cuntal entrance, then began to plow slowly forward again. This time his cock fitted into the tight sheath more easily, and though Charleen grimaced and further tears spilled down her cheeks, Harry enjoyed the consolation of at least not having to listen to her screams. The next time he was able to saw out and back in even more easily, as her ravished cuntal passage adjusted to his abnormal size and, aided by a fresh flowing of internal secretions, expanded freely with the approach of the burgeoning instrument up into her most secret depths.
Now Charleen began to relax too. She'd already learned the first lesson, and that was that it didn't hurt half as bad if she didn't fight it. But she still experienced the uncomfortable sensation of feeling as if she'd been ripped apart at the seams. She didn't think she would ever be the same again, but she'd asked for this, hadn't she? Yes, she'd wanted it, and after a few more penetrations the pain had almost completely gone, and something had taken its place that felt almost good. A flicker of renewed heat was smoldering in her loins, and as Harry's in and out stroking became easier and easier, the spark ignited gradually into flames, shooting rushes of sensual heat up through her soft teen-aged body. Now her uncle began to saw in and out with longer and smoother strokes, and her virgin hunger fanned the flames into an inferno of raging lust that consumed her whole wantonly quivering body.
And Harry's own not inconsiderable control was also failing him rapidly with the volcano that threatened to erupt in his own loins. He'd never felt anything like this tender young cunt, and he'd never dreamed a virgin could get so turned on the first time she had it done to her. He forgot his problems. He swept his troubles aside. Even his guilt and his anger at his wife Eileen faded for the moment and he concentrated on nothing but the effort to please and to be pleased by this supple young girl writhing in ecstasy and desire beneath him, begging for more and more of his hotly plunging cock.
Charleen's hands moved up to clench about Harry's neck, and she lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind his back to give herself increased leverage. Mewls of wanton submission punctuated her every gasp for breath and her entire body writhed in serpentine frenzy. Every inch of her tanned flesh was naked and alive, hungering for his satisfying masculinity. Now her cunt longed for the continuation of the brutal ravishment and flowered suckingly open to receive the marauding instrument deeper and deeper up into her most secret and treasured depths.
The inferno raging in the fifteen-year-old blonde was now completely out of control and she bucked her hips frenziedly against Harry's gyrating loins. Waves of passion flowed over her entire body and her eyes watered, dimmed with lust and impossible to focus. The feeling emanated from her loins, where every nerve-ending seemed to be boiling in a lewd fire of passion, and spread relentlessly over her sex-scorched flesh.
Then suddenly the jerking of her hips went completely out of control. Spasm after spasm twisted and racked her body. Her head spun and flashes of pinks and purples and reds and blues interspersed with brilliant white light exploded in her brain. The room whirled about her, a multi-colored kaleidoscope rotating with the speed of light. A strange banshee wailing welled to her lips and she rocked and tossed in a final mania of lust and passion, all restraint left behind in her hedonistic search for gratification.
Finally, the volcano erupted in Harry too. He battered his hips against her hotly spasming loins in staccato frenzy as he spewed spurt after spurt of hot bubbling cum far up into her yielding cunt. Savage growls tore from his throat, sounds he couldn't have recognized as coming from himself and over which he had no control. And together they clung and tossed in a feverish love-grip, her tight quivering belly undulating in spasms from the force and impact of his shattering orgasm pumping its r essence deep into her no longer virginal cunt.
Then Harry collapsed on the exhausted fifteen-year-old, their bodies mutually spent in lust. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He was beset vaguely by guilt, by apprehension, and he knew that by no known law of nature would he be permitted to have what he had just had without paying for it some time in the future.
But even knowing that, the lust-inured older man couldn't bring himself to regret what he'd done. He'd save regret for later.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the event that Eileen had returned home and happened to be watching the cabin from the house, Harry had Charleen slip out the back window. From there she could make her way down to her friend Donna's, where she could pretend to have been the whole time, then return by way of the road and the front door of the house. He kissed her and cautioned her to say nothing to Donna about what had happened. Then he freshened up in the bathroom, combed his hair, and strode, pretending nonchalance, back up the trail to the house.
Eileen, clad in a brief bikini, was indeed home, sitting in the den with a drink in her hand. Her voluptuous, richly tanned flesh was damp, revealing she'd also been for a swim. And Harry could tell from the look in her eyes that this drink was not her first. w
"Hello, Hon," he said, trying to sound casual. "Where'd you go?"
"Where'd I go?" the angry brunette mimicked her husband, waving her glass. She laughed. Then her laughter faded, as did the smile on her face, and only a contemptuous glare remained.
Harry stared back at her, rage again welling in his chest. But even in his satisfied state he couldn't help being conscious of her bare flesh, of her full rounded breasts that appeared as if any moment they could burst out of her bikini, conscious of her smoothly tanned skin, glistening with moisture, and most of all of the striking contrast between her mature body and Charleen Remmings's fresh and virginal figure. Was one more attractive than the other? Now Harry couldn't be sure. Each had it's own merits. It seemed almost that the two such different female bodies complimented each other. It seemed as if both belonged in his repertoire of women to love. It seemed now to Harry that his response to his wife's body, after the wanton seduction at the hands of their sensuous young houseguest and the rousing ejaculation she'd wrenched from his balls and cock, were the greatest argument in favor of returning to polygamy, perhaps even to the oriental harem system, he'd thought of in a long time. And he told himself that system could have its advantages for the woman too. If he could, by some twist of fate, have enjoyed the possession of Charleen and Eileen at the same time, they could each have the satisfaction of knowing that when he took them-and it would be often he was taking them for themselves, not just because of habit or because they were the only female around.
"Where's the little love-nymph?" Eileen asked, her voice slurred.
Harry's eyes narrowed and his face reddened as he was snapped from his winsome reverie. "Are you referring to Charleen?"
"Yes, Dear. That's exactly who I'm referring to. Did you leave the little thing down at your hideaway? To sneak back later under a cover of darkness perhaps?"
"She hasn't been to my office. She went to the Williams's with Donna."
Eileen smiled a leering smile. "My, my. And how do you know. She sent you a f message by homing pigeon, or were just her thoughts enough?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, Harry, if you've been at your cabin and she's been here and at Donna's, how do you know that's where she went. Can you be sure she didn't run away with a tinker or a traveling evangelist?"
He hadn't even been aware of his movement, his walking feet. He hadn't realized he'd been striding toward her. It was instinct, the instinct of a trapped animal. He knew he'd given himself away, and his two choices were to retreat or to attack. Harry attacked without thinking, hardly knowing that was what he was doing until he felt and heard his hand strike her face.
Eileen recoiled from the blow. He stood over her, trembling, confused. She shook her head, then laughed raucously. "I should have married Jack Remmings," she said. "That was the big mistake of my life."
"I'm sure it was," he growled.
"I really don't know why I didn't," said Eileen. "But if I had, then she wouldn't even have been born. Now that would hardly have been fair to you, would it?"
"Fuck off."
"But that's not the real reason I should have married him."
Harry said nothing. It was a sore spot he didn't want to talk about. It had almost cost him his friendship with Jack. There'd been a time when they'd both loved Eileen, or both thought they loved her. But she'd been Jack's fiance, and it was Jack who enlisted first. Harry was drafted a month later and during a month a lot of things can happen between a lonely woman and a man who knows that soon he will be in the army, in a war, possibly dead or wounded or in a freezing prison camp. When he left for boot camp he, too, was engaged to Eileen, and in that sense she had technically two fianc's. Jack had been rejoined with his friend by coincidence at the front, some months later, and to Harry's shock, Jack hadn't learned about his and Eileen's engagement. He hadn't received a letter, though Eileen had sent one. Apparently the letter had been blown up in an artillery attack and never delivered. Then it was up to Harry to break the news to Jack.
"Do you know or not?"
That was Eileen. She'd been repeating the question over and over, louder each time, but only when she screamed it did it serve to snap Harry back.
"Do I know what?"
"Do you know why I should have married Jack instead of you, Harry Dear?"
"You tell me."
"He's better in bed."
Watching the transformation in her husband's face, Eileen realized she'd gone too far. She'd wanted to attack Harry's super ego right at the point of origin-his balls, and she had really gotten him. She'd gotten him good. But not quite good enough. She'd never seen him look the way he looked now. By comparison, the expression he'd worn the day he spanked her was cherubic.
"I didn't mean it," she said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Harry. I was kidding."
He slapped at the drink in her hand. The glass went flying across the room to shatter with a crash against the wall. Then he seized her wrist and yanked her, whimpering, to her feet.
"No, Harry. No, please. I'm sorry."
He reached for her bikini top, slipping his hand down between her ripely rounded breasts to grasp the flimsy halter, and yanked violently, almost pulling her off her feet. She felt the strap cutting into the tender flesh of her back, the elastic stretching. Then the snap tore loose with a pop and he tossed the strip of cloth away, leaving her naked from the waist up and with nothing to protect her but the skimpy bottom half of her swimsuit, which he reached for immediately.
"I'll take it off," she whined.
Harry grinned as Eileen, retreating just out of reach, started to shimmy out of the bikini bottom. Pleased with the erection looming up in his trousers in spite of the fact that less than an hour before with Charleen he'd thought himself completely sated, he watched the teasing revelation of the black triangle of hair of his wife's cunt and her white naked buttocks, hardly even marked from yesterday's spanking.
"Get down on the floor," he snapped, undoing the buckle of his belt and the snap of his trousers.
Eileen hesitated, cringing with terror. "But ... Charleen?"
"She can watch. Get your ass down on that floor before I knock you down."
With a sinking feeling Eileen realized she had no choice but to comply. Her husband was a madman, and now she couldn't be completely sure she wasn't actually in physical danger. As Harry's pants dropped to his thighs to expose the frighteningly large erection in his boxer shorts, Eileen dropped weakly to her knees, then started to recline on her back.
"The other way," Harry growled. "On your hands and knees."
Eileen shook her head in desperation. "No, Harry, not that." She rolled over, cringing with shame, as Harry started to position himself behind her. "Not dog fashion."
"We're not doing it dog fashion; dogs don't do it in the ass."
A little yelp rose in Eileen's throat and she looked back in terror over her shoulder, tears streaming from her eyes down her cheeks. Then she shuddered as her husband's hand came down on her shoulder, shoving her face and breasts down to the carpet until her naked buttocks waved defenselessly back in the air. Her ass-cheeks were completely unprotected, and though it was futile, she clenched them together in fearful desperation. Then his palms flattened on her buttocks and he spread them wide apart in spite of all her efforts, feasting his eyes on the little puckered ring of her anus nestled between the quivering half-moons. He could see the pink split of her cunt beneath it and just glimpse the hair-shrouded little button of her clitoris. The faint piquant odor of her loins rose to his nostrils, and he inhaled with savor.
Then deliberately he lowered his head, flicking his tongue from his mouth to run it along the length of the widespread nether crack. Eileen pulled forward spontaneously in an attempt to escape the salacious licking, but he held her fast and she could do nothing to free herself as his tongue grazed right over her tiny elastic anal ring, jabbing at its tight resiliency. He nipped at the fleshy loaves of her buttocks, leaving indentations of his teeth in the tender white skin, the bristle on his chin sandpapering the flesh to angry redness. Then with his extended middle finger, he began to probe at the tightly resisting little entrance to her rectum as Eileen r whimpered in fear and trembled on her knees before him.
Harry felt as if he were possessed by the devil, being driven on and on to greater and more perverted cruelties. It was as if he had no control over his base actions and could only follow the orders of his unmentionable master. He was spellbound by the perverse deed he contemplated perpetrating on his wife and the very lewdness of it seemed only to spur him on. Saliva from his lascivious licking of her upturned buttocks drooled down her trembling thighs as he prodded with his tongue at her anus, and his breathing was only a hoarse animal wheezing.
Eileen, kneeling before him, was almost beyond fear. She was getting to know a side of her husband she could never have suspected even existed, but she still didn't believe he really had the slightest intention of doing to her what he'd said he wanted to do. But whatever it was he finally would subject her to, she just wanted to have it done with and over, and she doubted if she were any longer even capable of feeling pain in the traditional sense. She thought that she'd gone beyond the level of human feeling.
Then, as she felt Harry's finger jab suddenly and brutally at the small tight hole nestled between her upthrust buttocks she realized how very wrong she had been in that assumption. She felt this, and felt it with an intensity beyond almost anything she'd ever known.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!" Eileen screamed suddenly as the tip of the finger penetrated ruthlessly into the tight elastic opening of her anus and slipped painfully deep into her rectum. A lash of agony shot through her and she felt as if her entire back passage was on fire. It was like having a red-hot poker shoved directly into her rectum, and she jerked her buttocks wildly from side to side in an attempt to escape the searing penetration. Reaching back with her hand, she seized Harry's wrist and yanked it away so his finger left with a pop that seemed to turn her anal ring wrong side out and caused an even more desperate cry to burst from her lips.
Harry stared agog for a moment at his wife's brazen action. Her continued defiance kindled an additional anger in him, and snarling like a cornered wolf, he jammed his finger without warning back between her defenseless buttocks, shoving it all the way up into her vainly resisting anus.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Eileen shrieked, the new intrusion even more painful than the last. She ground her head down into the carpet, trying to block out the brain-shattering pain that danced up her spine from its source deep in her tortured asshole.
But the finger remained deeply embedded in her virginal rectum. And then to add injury to insult it began to probe curiously around inside the tender canal, stretching and widening it almost beyond the limits of her endurance. At the same time, Harry's other hand dug cruelly into her hip, holding her in position so it seemed that her entire body was just one seething mass of pain. Even her knees ached from the hardness of the floor beneath the carpet, and her very spirit was almost broken by the sheer indignity of her physical position.
Then, to her intense and unexpected relief, she felt Harry drawing his finger back out of her sorely stretched rectum, and the pain seemed to lessen momentarily. Eileen was on the verge of actually sighing with relief when suddenly she felt her ass-cheeks being stretched apart even more relentlessly than before. Looking back over her shoulder in confusion, Eileen saw that her husband was kneeling behind her and prodding up between her buttocks with the anger-hardened shaft of his penis itself, and she whimpered distantly as she felt it prod right up against the already obscenely ravished little hole of her anus.
Harry tested the fleshy lust-filled head of his cock against the tiny opening that was his objective. Her anus was stretched some from the obscene plundering of his finger, and was lubricated from his furious tongue-licking and the spreading upward of her freely flowing vaginal juices. After careful consideration, he determined his plan was worth a try.
With a sudden grunt, Harry lunged forward, implanting just the tip of his cock inside his wife's tortured rectum. A long low moan of pure animal pain sounded from her lips and Eileen feebly tried to jerk her buttocks away from the cruelly skewering rod of blood-inflated cock-flesh, but her strength was ebbing and almost without effort Harry was able to hold her in the proper position.
"Arrgghhh! Unh! Unh! Nooooooo!" Then he sliced forward again, thrusting his giant shaft of male flesh deeper into the tightly clinging depths of his wife's anus, straight up into the glove-like recesses of her sacred rectum itself. He felt her body quivering under his touch, and another scream of pain rent the air.
Now Eileen's mind went almost blank. She was conscious of only one thing, the agonizing pain. Even her shame and embarrassment at her humiliating circumstances disappeared, and all that mattered was the desire to be finished with her ordeal.
"Oh stop, Harry. Please stop," she sobbed. "You're splitting me open."
But Harry was only goaded on by the whining quality of her plea and he thrust forward again and sank even more of his lustfully twitching cock up into the rubbery walls of her outrageously distended rectal sheath. Then, realizing that her every movement only served to draw the brutally stiffened weapon deeper into her forbidden sanctuary, Eileen ceased to struggle.
At last, his penis embedded to the hilt, Harry rested the weight of his body on the soft cushion of his wife's buttocks for a moment, then began to slowly fuck in and out of the now slickly lubricated passage of her rectum.
Pain spread like wildfire through Eileen's body as she felt the cheeks of her buttocks being pulled even farther apart, allowing her husband to sink his fleshy cock-shaft deeper and deeper into her virginal rectum. She lay completely still, not daring to breathe or move in response, fearful that any motion would only serve to further increase the pain. Her hips, inhumanly gripped by his strong hands, still felt numb, but her anus had attained an unknown height of sensitivity and she could feel every ridge and ripple of the enormous cock buried far up inside it, the hard fleshy length and thickness expanding the softly yielding flesh almost unbearably.
Harry stared down at his plunging penis working in and out between his dark-haired wife's buttocks. He gazed greedily at the delicate pink-fleshed inner ridges clinging to his withdrawing pole, his eyes remaining riveted as he rammed it hard back into her caressing anal depths until he felt his balls slap into her moistened cunt-hair lower down between her thighs. He could feel her periodically clenching in an attempt to squeeze him out, and though he figured that would only increase the pain for her, the glove-like tightness only multiplied the pleasure for him, transporting him to even more intense enjoyment of the obscene ravishment he was subjecting her to.
Eileen knelt with her head pressed flat on her hands, letting her body sag beneath Harry's brutal assault. Gradually she relaxed and then to her surprise the pain began to abate. Her breath returned almost to normal. Again she was able to think about something besides the excruciating agony she'd experienced during and right after the initial penetration, and she tried to occupy her mind by contemplating the source of her husband's cruelty. It derived immediately, of course, from her remark about his friend Jack being better in bed, a remark that wasn't quite correct as she'd never been able to decide which of the two men was the best. They were both excellent. But even that remark didn't seem to justify his doing this to her. This was far worse than the spanking he had given her. It was depraved, outrageous, inhuman.
Then Eileen was drawn suddenly from her thoughts as she became aware of a new sensation that seemed to be replacing the pain that had previously devastated the depths of her rectum-a small needle-prick of fire. It was a not completely unpleasant tingling that quickly grew. Remembering the lewd flowing of her cuntal secretions when Harry spanked her, Eileen shivered in sudden horror that her body might betray her again. If she wasn't very careful, she might find that by some warped masochistic sense of response she would actually start enjoying the vile action she was being subjected to. Against this, she clamped her legs together, clenching her buttocks in an attempt to quell the little spark that was beginning to ignite within her belly. But it was all to no avail. Now her tightening efforts only served to intensify the sensation, and as Harry's sawing and rocking rhythm continued, the desire welling through her body only increased. The flames licked up to spread out of control over her nakedly quivering flesh and her whole body felt charged with electricity, tingling, demanding more and more of the sheer raw sensation until she realized miserably that she'd become a willing accomplice in her husband's obscene assault.
She was just as bad as he was.
The strange masochistic pleasure swirling through Eileen's belly would not be contained, and a low ecstatic moan escaped of its own accord from her lips. Her slowly awakened body began to undulate and she clenched her ass-cheeks fist-like in time with her husband's surges as if to suck the hard shaft of his cock all the way up into the depths of her rectum.
Harry realized his wife was finally on the verge of giving in. She was an adaptable woman with a basic love for cock and he'd been pretty certain she'd come around to his way of thinking on the subject of sodomy before too long. Sensing his triumph, he felt an exultant pride overtake him and he intensified his efforts, sending his penis slashing harder and harder up into her widened nether passage, shattering the last resistance of her clenching sphincter, his cum-filled balls pounding hard against her upraised cunt.
Now all concern for the moral considerations of what was happening to her was abandoned and Eileen really began to respond in earnest. She rocked her buttocks backward, flooded with ecstatic masochistic joy that enveloped her in a whirlpool. She jerked her naked ass-cheeks violently against her husband's onslaught, screwing her rectum back against his hotly impaling cock, trying to devour every inch of its massive length in her wide-stretched anal canal.
"Oooooooohhhhh," she mewled through clenched teeth. "Oh fuck it, Harry. Fuck it harder!"
Incited by her lewd command, Harry complied, ramming even more furiously up between her buttocks, lunging again and again until his breathing became strained and ragged and perspiration dripped from his chest down onto her squirming back.
"AAAAYYYYEEEE!" Eileen moaned like an Indian. "Hurt me! Split me apart! Make me feel it!"
Her body thrashed uncontrollably as her hungry rectum gobbled the powerfully driving cock-shaft and now the salacious realization of what she was being subjected to only served to heighten the skewered brunette's frenzy. She was obsessed. She wanted more and more and nothing mattered but the obscene smacking of Harry's hips on her buttocks and the surging penetration of his enormous cock up between them.
Now the lust-crazed woman could feel her rectum contracting of its own accord as if in attempt to milk every ounce of sensation from the skewering impalement of the lust-engorged cock that violated her. Then she shuddered as she heard Harry suddenly groan and felt his body begin a wild trembling above her.
"Oh Christ," he gasped. "I'm going to cum in your ass. Fuck back, for chrissake. Fuck back!"
An instant later she felt the hot river of his semen sweep like a floodtide deep up into her anal passage, lubricating it so completely the pain she'd experienced earlier was not only gone but forgotten and she experienced nothing but searing masochistic pleasure. She was conscious of every pumping twitch as he emptied his hot load of sperm far up into her wildly clasping depths, and as her hand shot up involuntarily to touch her own bursting clitoris, she was also overcome by an almost insane convulsion of pleasure. She flailed madly, wiggling her buttocks from side to side, screaming obscenities she'd rarely ever even heard as her naked ass-cheeks were battered in a last fury of violent lunges and she was swept away in the mainstream of a shattering orgasm that almost blanked her mind.
Then she sank, whimpering in exhaustion, down onto the rough carpet of the floor, Harry's weight sagging heavily on top of her, his deflating cock slipping with a little pop from her violated anal orifice.
She convulsed for a moment longer, then the madness of the climax that engulfed her began to fade. And as she felt Harry's hand caressing lightly along the back of her neck, she stiffened.
"There," he cooed in her ear. "That didn't hurt so bad, did it?"
Something happened inside her. The masochistic bliss she'd so thrived on was forgotten, and she felt only loathing and bitterness. She experienced a return of the suspicion that had originally prompted them. She turned, wiping her eyes, and glared at her husband with contempt.
"It didn't hurt you, you mean to say, don't you! It hurt me very much."
Not bothering to retrieve her bikini, Eileen pushed herself up and walked naked from the room and down the hall to their bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Harry waited at his desk in the cabin. Out the window he could see Charleen splashing lazily in the pool. He looked at his watch. Three in the afternoon. In a few minutes, he thought with hungry relish, she would emerge from the pool. She would go into the house and tell Eileen she was on her way over to Donna Williams's. She would leave the house by the front door, then down the road she would duck into the woods. A short while later he would hear the knocking on the back window and let her in.
It was nice, a really nice set-up. Of course he still felt occasional conscience pangs, and he did wonder what he was going to do a week or so from now when Jack got back and his daughter left. His marriage continued to "work" only because of Charleen. He had all he wanted from the sensuous young blonde, and to hell with Eileen. Funny, even now he didn't really feel that way. But his wife had stone-walled him completely. She'd closed him out and it seemed there was nothing he could do about it. Of course maybe things would change for the better, as far as the two of them were concerned, after Charleen had gone. But Harry wouldn't have made a bet on it. After all, it didn't seem now that Charleen had anything to do with their problem any more. His relationship with the supple blonde teenager had been so discreet that Eileen couldn't still suspect he was even interested in the girl.
Looking up from his thoughts, Harry was surprised to see that Charleen was gone from the swimming pool. He glanced again at his watch. She was going to be on time for today's rendezvous, a rare occurrence. But he was so fond of the young girl, he found her tardiness more charming than annoying.
Harry smiled and got up and walked to the bedroom. He unlatched the window, then unbuttoned his shirt down the front and lay it open across his hairy chest. He closed his eyes lazily and it seemed he'd slipped into a dream before he heard the light tapping at the window, opened his eyes and saw Charleen's beaming face framed in it.
"It's open," he said.
The sensuous teenaged girl retrieved the box Harry had left in back of the cabin for this purpose and hoisted herself through the window and to the floor beside the bed. She paused for a moment, licking her lips in a suggestive gesture, then reached up behind her back to loosen the snap of her bikini top. She let it fall lightly away to reveal her small, ripely contoured breasts, then quickly shimmied out of the bottom. She stood beside the bed, enjoying the feasting of Harry's eyes on her naked loveliness, then after a moment got onto the cot with her knees beside his still prone body. He waited, his head resting on his palms, hands locked behind his neck, curious to see what she would do. She had a vivid imagination, and he unceasingly marveled at the curiosity with which she approached the act of making love.
Again she licked her lips. Then, with a clumsiness that excited him she reached down and unbuckled his trousers, her hand brushing his stirring cock from the outside of the material as she drew the zipper slowly downward to open his fly. Then her fingers slipped in to withdraw his still half-limber penis.
Harry sighed, closing his eyes as he felt the young girl begin to stroke slowly up and down along his sensitive flesh, her hands lightly cupping his balls. She searched with her fingers through the wiry pubic hair, tugging at the matted curls, then returned her attention to his now swiftly erecting cock. She took the hardening shaft in her hands, rolling it back and forth between her palms, all the while pulling at it gently as if to stretch it forcibly to the greater length she desired. He could feel it twitching spontaneously in her hand and when he opened his eyes to peer downward he saw it had become infused with a reddish glow. The head had taken on more obese proportions, and the whole length of it began to protrude up pole-like from the forest of his pubic hair. The blue veins were raised against the smooth surface, seeming to palpitate beneath the girl's gentle touch. Then her fingers grated along the webbed underside and she probed at the base where it separated from his loins, digging at the foundation to send little thrills of delight coursing over his tingling flesh.
With a sultry smile on her face, Charleen leaned down over his loins and a moment later the caress of her fingers on his penis was augmented by the delicious contact of warm lips. Her mouth kissed softly over the burgeoning head, then more of the swollen length was sucked tenderly up into the exquisite warmth and moisture. Her eyes were closed, her silken blonde hair falling down over her face and over his own loins, and through the golden veil Harry could see her pinkly ovaled lips slide lower down the straining shaft until the head of his cock was touching all the way to the back of her throat. He thought it must be choking her, but even in his concern he made no move to withdraw as he felt his sensitive flesh ripple along her ridged palate and he discerned her teeth scratching softly up and down along the slippery length.
Harry's balls were still cupped protectively in the young girl's palm and her other hand gripped the little bit of his penis-shaft that remained outside her mouth. Her tongue teased hungrily at the tiny opening at the tip of the blood-engorged head, darting in and out of the little slit and licking up the faint emission of seminal fluid that seeped to the surface. Her teeth played gently against the sensitive under channel and her lips slipped claspingly up and down as she began a slow bobbing movement.
The young girl labored as if in a trance. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded, her head pumping from side to side as she lasciviously sucked and licked every tingling inch of the monstrous pole, her tongue swirling faster and faster and her breath issuing hotly down around the base and into his pubic hair.
Now the aroused teenager could taste the mildly sour flavor of his freely seeping seminal fluid, and it served only to stimulate her hunger and longing. Her hand pumped automatically at his sperm-loaded balls, pummeling them as if in an effort to send their seed prematurely on its way to her throat. She could feel the knobby head pressing almost painfully toward her larynx, but she made no move to ease the giant instrument from between her lips. Instead she seemed to relish her suffering, seemed to attempt to swallow more and more of it into the cavern of her already completely filled mouth.
A blissful rapture was spreading over Harry Thornton. He felt as if his head were floating, ballooning upward to dizzy sensual heights. Every muscle and vein in his body seemed to be bursting with unspent passion, and he thought that around the two of them the whole world must be standing still in reverence to the beauty of the young girl's act of uncompelled submission.
His buttocks began to jerk and twitch on the cot, spurring her to even more intense efforts. He groaned, opening his eyes to stare down leeringly as he felt the fire growing up inside his loins, as he felt his balls begin to swell and chum. He knew Charleen could understand these signals by now, and yet her sucking only intensified, the rhythm of her bobbing head only increased.
Then, just when he thought the beginnings of uncontained release would overcome him completely, a sixth sense seemed to warn Harry. He stiffened, his eyes opening wide. He looked first to the door, still securely closed, then turned his gaze the other direction toward the window through which Charleen had entered. And his mouth dropped open at the sight which greeted him.
Donna Williams, clad in her familiar tight shorts and halter, stood on the box, looking through. And not only was she looking through; she was about to climb through.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry gasped, his penis starting almost instantly to deflate, though Charleen, still oblivious to the other girl's presence, continued her fervent sucking of his cock.
As he watched the voluptuous, dark-skinned fourteen year old shimmying across the window ledge, Harry could not even find the words to speak. And he couldn't separate the montage of thoughts running rampant through his mind. All he knew, all he could fix on coherently, was the realization that he was probably in worse trouble than he'd been in for years. He was through in Marin County. He was through in California. He was probably through in the whole country, everywhere except San Quentin or Soledad where he might not be finished for a great many years to come.
Then with a mighty effort Harry did manage a feeble grunt: "Charleen. Stop. We're in trouble."
"That's all right, Mr. Thornton," said Donna. "Charleen and me planned this."
Harry jerked his head back, his mouth dropping open. Then he almost passed out, his cock twitching again of its own volition up into Charleen's enveloping mouth, as he saw Donna Williams strip off her halter to free her budding young breasts, and start to wriggle out of her tight pussy-high shorts. Oh my God, Harry thought. I better vote against that death penalty referendum or after what's going to happen today San Quentin might only be a stopover on my way to the bosom of the Lord.
Then Harry gasped as the brunette girl, the daughter of his next-door neighbor, bounded onto the narrow bed to a standing position, her head almost touching the low ceiling of the cabin, her feet planted on either side of his face so that he stared straight up her inner thighs right into the pink-flushed slit of her dainty and almost hairless little pussy. She smiled down at him hungrily, wriggling her buttocks in a little shimmy that almost made Harry forget that this was not a blessing but sheer disaster.
"Will you eat my pussy, Mr. Thornton?" the tempting little sexpot asked with a giggle. "Will you eat me the way you ate Charleen the other day?"
Harry didn't even get a chance to answer. Donna squatted quicker than a monkey and suddenly he felt a weight on his chest, a stifling warmness over his face as a shadow descended over him. Before he could pull away, the moist fleshy heat settled itself down on his cheeks and nose and mouth and for an instant panic seized him as his breath was cut off completely. He didn't have to guess what it was that had smothered him. It was Donna Williams's succulent little cunt and, pinioned beneath her, Harry had no choice but to accede to her demands. Shifting his head slightly, he caught a few precious gasps of air in his lungs and in the process sniffed in deeply of her spicy feminine odor, flavored with the moisture of her sweet little cunt.
Tentatively, Harry flicked out his tongue to dab at the narrow pink slit above him. He felt the girl's buttocks jerk over his face from the unexpected contact. Then with a groan she settled herself back on his tongue and lips and he began to swipe hungrily at her luscious little cunt, blowing and sucking and twirling his tongue around the moistening folds and crevices of her tight little vaginal orifice to elicit tiny gasps of pleasure and anticipation from deep in her throat.
Then a louder cry welled up from her chest as his searching tongue found the tiny little bud of her clitoris and he began to massage and tweak the swollen button, gently titillating and tracing his tongue up and down along the sparsely haired cunt-lips until they filled with blood and began to swell perceptively with the brunette's rising desire.
Encouraged by her response, Harry tickled the moist pink inner lips of her pussy, feeling their immediate dilation, and dabbed eagerly up and down along the small cuntal opening as Donna purred and mewled in gratitude for his self-subjugating endeavors.
The excited forty year old man lifted his hands to the teenager's hips, placing one on each of the girl's tightly rounded buttocks, his fingers caressing eagerly over the velvet flesh and guiding her to undulate in a wide circular motion. At the same time her hands instinctively began to massage his shoulders, running lightly along his neck and down into the hair of his chest and armpits.
Now Harry was really licking and sucking voraciously at the proffered cunt snuggled down over his face. He flicked his tongue repeatedly up and down the quivering inner pussy flesh, drawing its nectar-sweet juices into his mouth. His teeth nipped lightly at the edges of her thinly haired lips, clinging to them as his tongue teased the imprisoned flesh unmercifully. Then, determined to please, he returned his attention to her budding young clitoris.
The little organ had increased considerably in size since his last contact, and he bit the little bud with a series of little nibbles, each sending a jolt through the brown-haired girl's twitching body.
Deep sighs escaped her as his tongue snaked in and out of her lust-seared pussy, deeper and deeper up between the warm wet walls as though in search of her most secret inner sanctum.
Harry could feel the velvety vaginal sheath contracting and spasming on his tongue and he twirled his tongue around inside it more rapidly, whipping up a froth of the freely flowing female secretions which dripped from her vagina and formed a foam at the comers of his mouth. His face was becoming flushed from his exertion. His lungs cried for fresh air. His penis, over which Charleen had ever persisted with her own masochistic ministrations, was crying out for eruption and release.
The engorged hardness had risen back to even greater erection after its momentary deflation, and now it towered out from his hairy loins. Charleen was purring like a kitten around the hard fleshy pillar, her throat muscles milking at it with a durability that astounded even Harry. The whole length of her velvet tongue washed the underside of his straining cockshaft with the saliva that issued from her throat, and periodically she raised up to kiss and blow gently at the sensitive tip, or let it slip from her mouth as she plunged her face down to paint his balls with her slavering tongue, her hand still holding his cock-shaft itself firmly by the base as if she feared it would attempt to escape her. And already Harry felt the quivering in his sperm-bloated testicles as she trailed her wet tongue over them again and again, sucking them greedily up between her lips. Then she let them drop and enclosed her mouth back over the jerking shaft of his penis, continuing to exploit it as if in effort to milk it forever dry.
Harry would love to have seen all this, but his head was still helplessly imprisoned between Donna's thighs, his cheeks crushed together, his nose tickled by her downy cunt-hair and his tongue pulled almost from its roots up into her slipperily suctioning pussy. And now with diminishing conscience, he licked harder up and down the softness of the tingling little slit, relishing the pungently flowing cuntal moisture that still dribbled freely down over his cheeks and chin and into his mouth. His strange sucking sounds echoed through the little room and he devoted himself without inhibition or restraint, longing to bring this sensuous young girl to climax simultaneously with his own.
Donna had never really known anything like this. Old man Thornton really knew how to do it to a girl, and she rode his tongue like an equestrian heroine misplaced on a wild bronco. Never for a moment did she relinquish the grip of her thighs around his face. Her body rocked with a movement of its own and she squirmed her hot little pussy eagerly down to meet the slurping of Harry's tongue up into her lust-moistened loins. The walls of her cunt closed in on his lips and tongue in spasming contractions as he worked desperately to maintain her building desire.
Now Harry could hear Charleen moaning from her own exertions around his rock-hard cock, and he flexed it deeper into her throat, lunging his hips up so his loins smacked against her face. Opening his eyes, he peered up between the two developing buds of Donna's naked breasts to her desire-contorted face. Her eyes were closed, her lips bared over gritted teeth. Her torso swayed and her small breasts bobbed maddeningly as thin rivulets of perspiration drained down the little valley between them. Her taut flat stomach palpitated with the force of her grindings down onto his face and the curly surface of her sparse-haired pubic mound glistened with more of the perspiration. Again he raised his hands and kneaded the rocking moons of her ass-cheeks, shaping the tightly rounded flesh with his fingers, guiding her frenzied undulations over his slavering face. Between the two teenaged girls his body was wracked and buffeted, convulsing with tremors as he surrendered completely to their hungry needs.
Now, Harry thought, they were really getting somewhere. He could tell it wasn't going to take Donna much longer, and his own prick was leaping gymnastically in the heat of Charleen's mouth from the building fomentation swirling in his balls. His flesh was on fire, as though volcanic lava surged up from his loins all through his veins, and as he began a last series of rapid lunges into Charleen's mouth, Donna's sex-aroused body contorted even more wildly above his face.
"I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" the girl shrieked, bouncing frenziedly up and down on his cheeks. Her warm juices flowed like oil over his mouth and nose, their honey-like sweetness seeming to seep in through his skin. Her tight little cunt convulsed in orgasmic spasms, and as he strained to take her to the very end, he felt an ache at the root of his tongue as if any moment her little pussy would rip it up and swallow it entirely.
But at the same time the fire within his own balls and cock was raging also out of control. His body began a lewd dance of wanton abandon in its prone position on the bed. He jerked and tossed in a frenzy of passion and release, continuing to slurp and lick at Donna's pussy even as he pumped the hot torrent of his lustfully searing cum up into Charleen's mouth.
Then as Donna started to sink in exhaustion above him, he jerked his head free from beneath her buttocks, determined to bear witness to Charleen's masochistic humiliation, leering greedily as her face billowed and hollowed over his gushing cock, as she milked and swallowed every drop of his molten semen. She gasped and sputtered, gagging as though she would be drowned, then sank to her side in exhaustion, an excess of milk-white cum overflowing from the comers of her pouty little mouth.
Finally, they all regained their breathing, and after a moment the two naked young girls moved up to lie lengthwise on either side of the sated Harry Thornton. They kissed him gratefully on the lips, one of them at a time. And then....
And then they kissed each other.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eileen sat alone, sipping her gin and tonic, on the edge of the pool. She gazed down sadly at her two deep-tanned, fully voluptuous breasts, pushed up high and close together by the tightly constricting bikini top. Angrily she downed the rest of the drink, then leaned over and set the glass carefully into the water. To her surprise, it floated.
"Big deal," Eileen muttered bitterly. She was feeling sorry for herself and she knew it. But damn it, she certainly had nothing not to be sorry about. She'd lost Harry. She'd lost him, she supposed, by her own rejection of him after he'd sodomized her that afternoon a week ago. He'd hardly looked at her since, and now she'd come hardly to blame him. Because in a way what had happened that day wasn't all his fault. It couldn't all have been his fault.
Because she had responded too.
She needed a man. Oh God, she needed a man. She needed Harry. She needed to be able to forgive him and have him forgive her. She needed his cock inside her. She needed his company. She needed anybody's company right now. She would almost have settled even just to have Charleen to talk to, but now Charleen spent almost all her time over at Donna's. And Harry spent all his time at his cabin, to get away from her ... she ... supposed....
The words caught in her mind, flashing suddenly back: Charleen spent all her time at ... Harry spent all his time at ... and suddenly, even before she happened to look up and see the movement in the trees, Eileen thought she understood. And it should have been so simple. There was one little thing that should have told her immediately: Harry had quit looking at Charleen the way he did before. He had quit looking at her for one simple reason, that he no longer needed to look. He was doing a whole lot more than that! And if Eileen had had any remaining doubt regarding her suspicion, it was quickly erased as she glimpsed a second flash of color and movement in the trees below the cabin, though now closer to it.
She recognized the combination of tanned skin and the bright red bikini their fifteen-year-old house guest had been sunbathing in but moments ago here beside the pool.
Then Eileen was on her feet and running, her eyes almost blind with the tears that flooded them, her breath almost choked off by the tightening anger that constricted her throat. She didn't stop to consider her actions, she didn't think or prepare herself. She merely lashed out, the way Harry had lashed out before.
Moments later she was at the door of the shack. She tried it and found it locked. She pounded furiously, but for only an instant before she realized that would only serve to warn them; then, dashing to the rear of the little house, she saw the fruit crate sitting on the ground beneath the window. But she didn't need to stand on it to look through the window and see that though her suspicion certainly had been founded, she hadn't guessed the half of it.
Though she could hardly even make out which part belonged to who among the tangle of naked bodies on the bed that now appeared to be trying to disengage themselves, she could recognize the participants easily enough. And she didn't have to count arms and legs to determine that there were three people instead of two. And they were all easily identifiable in spite of their complicated entwining: Harry and Charleen, as she expected, accompanied by a very voluptuous and very naked Donna Williams.
"You rapist!" Eileen screamed in delirium at the top of her lungs.
Harry raised his head up, his face paling for a moment before the color returned. Now the girls did disengage themselves from each other and from Harry, and they also raised up, then looked at each other and simply giggled, nervously and self-consciously as the basically timid and blushing schoolgirls they were.
Watching his wife, Harry shook his head, shrugged, and spoke quietly: "The only person I ever had to rape in my life was you."
That reference to last week's shocking event was more than Eileen could take. A sudden tortured feline cry rising in her throat, she ascended the box and stepped over the window ledge, tripped and started to tumble into the room. Then by some fluke, the strap to her bikini top caught on a nail in the facing and for a moment she seemed to hang by its elasticity. Then the strap snapped and the flimsy halter fell away to expose her voluptuously bouncing breasts as she sprawled headlong and naked from the waist onto the floor beside the bed. She lay for a moment, trembling, in a heap. She heard the girl's laughter, then heard Harry join in. Embarrassed and enraged, she got to her feet, glaring at him, at the girls and at him again. Helplessly she tried to cover her exposed breasts with her arms. Then, forgetting modesty as Harry's uncontrollable laughter continued, she lashed out at him with her fists, pounding him on the chest and shoulders and face as he stared at her in astonishment. Then, still racked with sobs, she backed away and stood, heaving, so her full breasts rose and fell in uplifted pride before her naked torso.
"You're going to pay for this, you bastard. I'm sure Mr. Williams will see to it that you pay to the limits of the law."
Harry frowned. "Now just a minute."
"Just a minute, nothing. You child molester!"
"I didn't molest them. They molested me. What's a man supposed to do?"
"A man is supposed to control himself."
"Control himself?" Harry gasped. "You take a look at these kids and then tell me how many men in this town you'd expect to show any control if one of them showed up on his doorstep with her panties in her hand."
But Eileen was already looking. Her eyes had wandered almost absently first to Charleen's naked body, then to Donna's. They took in the small uplifted breasts, bursting with continuing development, the velvet smooth skin, thin and soft, the virginal little cunts nestled almost hairlessly between their thighs. And as she stared at the now silent girls, she felt the strangest stirring of excitement in her own loins. Oh yes, she thought to herself. Oh God yes! They were so beautiful! They were beautiful even to her, like innocent little objects to be reverently possessed. No man could have refused them. She wouldn't have felt comfortable, now that she understood, with any man who could have refused them once the temptation had been placed in his way. She was almost tempted herself.
Harry frowned as he saw the transformation come over his wife's face. The idea that hit him then was almost too crazy to be believed, but it was so crazy it just might work. It might solve not only his present problem, but the larger problem of patching up his tattered marriage at the same time.
"Uh, girls," he said, attracting the two teenagers' attention though Eileen remained oblivious, almost transfixed. "Uncle Harry's got a little problem, I'm afraid. Would you like to help see he doesn't end up busting rocks on a chain gang for the next twenty or thirty years?"
"Gee yes, Mr. Thornton!" said Donna. "I wouldn't want to see that happen to anybody."
"Especially not to you," Charleen added.
"Fully aware of the potential of a woman's scorn, I think the safest thing is to get my wife in on the fun too. Then she might think twice about telling what she knows. Think there's room for another girl in bed?"
"Sure," the willing nymphets chimed. "We may have to force her at first. She's a little inhibited about experimenting." Only then did Eileen's eyes suddenly jerk back to Harry and in an instant the fascination was gone, replaced by a mingling of revulsion and terror. "No you don't," she gasped. "No you don't!"
"All right, let's get her!" Harry snapped. Eileen retreated, stunned, toward the window as the three naked bodies came bounding suddenly off the bed toward her. Harry caught her as she tried to dive through, and slung her violently back into the room. Then the two girls seemed to be all over her at once. She struggled and kicked and screamed, but all the time she was increasingly conscious of the small naked breasts brushing her body, the naked little cunts scratching their silken hairs against her own bare thighs, the urgent but gentle caresses of the small soft hands pawing upon her own sensitive flesh as the two young girls danced around her.
Her strength began to fail. She was too exhausted, too stunned, too demoralized to resist. When Harry entered the struggle, she went limp on the bed. She was only vaguely conscious of their voices as Harry gave them some directions. She understood only when she found herself completely naked, the swimsuit bottom having been yanked from her buttocks, and lying spread-eagled on the bed, Charleen pinning her arms and Harry standing at the foot holding her ankles wide apart. Kneeling over her grinning lasciviously, was Donna Williams.
"Oh no!" Eileen gasped, realizing with a new surge of terror what her husband had in mind. Now she again began to struggle, but she had no chance against their superior numbers and Harry's far superior strength.
Then a broken sob escaped the trapped brunette housewife as the fourteen-year-old daughter of the couple down the street lowered her face to take a closer look at the throbbing pink delicacy between her captive's wide-parted thighs. A shudder went through Eileen's body as the young teenager covered her pussy with both hands and began to knead gently at the dark hair-covered mound.
Slowly Donna spread the soft hair-lined lips of Eileen's pussy, her thumb and forefinger pressing out either side. She drew apart the outer lips as Harry, watching from his place at the foot of the bed, craned his neck to see the pinkly splayed flesh of his wife's cunt come into view and even the tip of her little bud-like clitoris visible through the maze of black curls.
Donna had never been this close to an adult woman's pussy and her eyes widened at the luscious sight that greeted her. There was something almost terrifyingly beautiful about Mrs. Thornton's pussy and though it almost frightened her, as Charleen's delicate flower-like cunt had not since that first night they'd made love together, she felt an excitement and curiosity that overrode her fear. Greedily she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing folds, the winking little vaginal opening itself and even the darkened and crinkled skin of the forbidden anus nestled beneath it and barely noticeable between the rounded half-moons of the older woman's naked buttocks.
Then Donna looked up at the quivering mounds of the woman's breasts, arched up full and wide apart by her starfish position on the bed. They were three times as big as her own budding breasts, maybe more, the nipples flush with color. The tanned swells rose up proudly, forming a deep golden valley between them, and Donna wondered if she could ever hope to have such big and beautiful breasts.
Then the teen-aged girl's eyes swept back down to Eileen's fine wide hips, to the shadowy indentation of her navel which gave away to a thin line of jet-black hairs running down to the triangle of her pussy. And as her gaze returned at last to the sensual feast spread open before her, she extended an index finger and guided it straight up toward the tightly quivering apex of Eileen's cuntal slit. The older woman jerked back from the alien touch on her secret flesh, but Donna persisted in stroking the narrow furrow, digging her finger underneath the shielding outer lips and running it teasingly along the quivering edges of the pale mauve inner lips up to the sensitive button of Eileen's clitoris.
A second spasm racked Eileen's pinioned body, but the finger remained in place, tweaking slowly back and forth over the nerve-filled bud and expertly urging it to swelling hardness. The young girl could feel it growing under her practiced caress and she continued her massaging carefully, reveling in the sight of the miniature cock-like organ rising to its tiny erection. Donna had had enough experience finger-fucking herself, and then with Charleen these past few days, to know exactly what would drive Harry's wife wild, and she was right.
The gentle assault on her clitoris caused Eileen's outer pussy-lips to swell with unwanted passion and assume a reddish color. Now they throbbed almost visibly, and Donna dropped her finger to the viscous opening of Eileen's vagina and began to tentatively probe, sending renewed shudders through the spread-eagled and helplessly pinioned woman as she inserted the tip of her finger inside the tiny moist opening. Immediately, the walls contracted and closed in around her finger so tightly that Donna could feel their throbbing, and it only increased as she gradually wormed her finger deeper and began to swirl it in gentle circles within the warmly caressing tightness. And to Eileen's own surprise and shame, she couldn't quell the little whimper of joy that burst from her throat and the slight but undeniable rotation of her hips in response to the perverse penetration.
Harry was stunned. He saw the flush of excitement spreading over his attractive wife's face and he could hardly believe his ears when she actually began to whine and moan with pleasure. Even as he released his strong grip on her legs, they remained wide apart, though her knees doubled back as if in attempt to encircle the girl laboring between them. Shaking his head in disbelief, Harry pulled up a chair and sat down to watch the lewd spectacle he'd arranged.
Reluctantly Donna withdrew her finger from the tempting pussy hole and began to massage Eileen's inner thighs as she bent her face lower. Then she pushed the thighs wider apart, shoving the bent knees back toward Eileen's soft shoulders to create an even better view of her upturned and completely naked genitalia. And now slowly she lowered her face right toward the pulsing, hair-lined slit of the older woman's cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." Eileen sighed completely beyond her own control as she felt the girl's hot tongue find contact with her involuntarily moistening cunt. Little ripples of unwanted pleasure raced relentlessly along her flesh, and a sensuous writhing of her body came to her only naturally under the circumstances. Then Donna really began to lick her soft pussy-flesh in earnest, lapping up the freely flowing cuntal moisture, her tonguetip seeking out and probing into the tightly enveloping orifice, searching and drawing out every drop of the warm-tasting vaginal fluid. She played teasingly with the burgeoning bud-like clitoris and darted in and out of the roseate cuntal opening as she surged onward, working more and more frantically. Deeper and deeper, she plunged her tongue, twirling and slashing into the brunette wife's lust-seared pussy depths, as she felt Eileen's buttocks jerk and clench in almost uncontained response.
Eileen was almost going out of her mind now. Her hips waved in time to the lusty rhythm of Donna's tongue probing her loins, and the ripples that had begun gave way to waves of tumultuous pleasure as she closed her eyes and ceased to resist the compelling physical sensation. She surrendered her body completely to the tormenting ecstasy, experiencing sensations unlike anything she'd ever known before, realizing suddenly something she should always have known but had never brought herself to admit: What counted in sex was the pleasure. It did not matter by what method that pleasure was attained.
And now she was attaining real pleasure. The maddening lashes of Donna's tongue were driving her to a frenzy, and with sudden superhuman strength she tore her wrists loose from Charleen's grasp and reached down to Donna's head, running her hands into the long brown hair and desperately pushing the girl's face downward to even more intimate contact with her jerking loins. For good measure she raised her knees up higher, clasping her inner thighs about the teen-ager's ears to imprison the pleasure-giving tongue even more securely.
Now Donna's entire face was buried in the warmth of Eileen's voracious cunt and inner thighs. She could feel the woman's hands guiding her head, pushing her down until she feared she would suffocate, but she labored on, slavering hungrily, her reptilian tongue working furiously to excite the now fully aroused woman to even greater abandon.
Harry, still watching from the chair, was mesmerized by the scene before him. He was amazed by what he'd learned about his wife, and also enticed by the possibilities. He could not imagine that after this she wouldn't welcome even more experimentation with other women. And if she, his own wife, could experiment with them then, by God, he could to.
Charleen, too, was almost hypnotized by the lewd spectacle. She knew Donna's cunt-eating well enough by now, and as she watched the other woman being so fulfilled by it she again felt cheated, as she had that first time she'd peeked on Harry and his wife in their bedroom. Now, in sheer desperation, she dropped down over Eileen's face from the head of the bed and reached out and began to massage the full-swollen mounds of the prostrate woman's breasts, feeling the nipples grow instantly larger beneath her experienced caress.
Eileen's eyes were now closed and at first she didn't concern herself with this additional stimulation. She felt her nipples tingle and stiffen, felt an even more vivid and warm sensation as Charleen leaned over and covered one of the hard-swollen little buds with her lips and began to suck fiercely on it. Eileen didn't know the source and she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the streak of added ecstasy that danced over her nakedly writhing flesh.
Charleen trapped the swollen nipple-bud in her teeth, spreading her lips hungrily around the firmly arched breast and beneath her the older woman writhed even more intensely, arching her body to shove her nipple even deeper into her mouth. Then the hot-breathing blonde released the bud and kissed eagerly up over the upper reaches of the rounded mound, on up to Eileen's neck, slavering with her tongue and pecking with her wetly pouted lips. Then shifting slightly, Charleen covered the other woman's mouth with her own.
Eileen's breath drew in sharply. She didn't know if she could take this-a woman kissing her on the lips, but she still had no choice in the matter. Too far gone to make a decision, she relinquished by default as she felt her lips being pried apart and Charleen's tongue rushing headlong into her mouth.
The aroused brunette was stunned. She had never been kissed like this in her life. There was something so tender, so sensitive about the way the young girl was doing it that made Eileen want to suck the delicious tongue all the way down her throat. Then, to Eileen's dismay, Charleen withdrew and moved away from her lips, and her eyes clouded with disappointment. But almost immediately a weight descended on her face, darkening her vision and almost cutting off her breath. Something warm and moist and clinging was on her face and she didn't have the slightest idea what it was. The comprehension came over her but gradually, and yet with a shattering impact.
It was Charleen! Eileen was put completely off-guard by the sweet fragrance of the young girl's cunt. It smelled of something vaguely familiar, like roses or musk, or both, and the wet softness clung tantalizingly to her face as the girl settled herself down, burying Eileen's nose and mouth in the finely haired flesh of her still almost virgin cunt.
Gingerly Eileen extended the tip of her tongue and flicked it briefly at the tender outer area, causing Charleen to flinch and cry out at the searing touch. Encouraged by the teen-ager's quick response, Eileen tried harder, reaching her tongue out again and sweeping it along the entire warmly pulsating length of Charleen's vaginal furrow.
"Ooooohhhh," the young blonde sighed, her hands reaching back to caress Eileen's face and hair beneath her own nakedly squirming buttocks.
Eileen's tongue swept out again and began to kiss the passion-damp curls of hair that were tickling her mouth and nose as the girl shimmied her hungry loins back and forth over her face. She licked softly, leaving the blonde strands wet and slick like a fresh-washed kitten's fur. She tripped her tongue along the outer lips, tasting Charleen's pungent female-odor, licking submissively up into the tender folds of soft young flesh. Her tongue found the crinkled edges of the fine little pussy lips, and she sucked with building hunger on the slender fringes. Her tongue dabbed at the girl's tiny clitoris nestled just inside the golden curtain of hair, teasing the swollen nubbin and feeling it begin to stiffen. Her tongue roamed with insatiable curiosity, testing here and searching there, at last finding the petal-like flower of Charleen's cunt.
This was really more than Eileen had expected, but now she flicked her tongue eagerly at the sensuous opening as the supple young teenager gasped and sighed above her, rocking her buttocks over Eileen's face in a desperate attempt to draw the madly lashing tongue deeper into her voracious cuntal depths.
Now on the verge of losing her inhibitions completely, Eileen reamed her tongue forward, slicing into the open wet pussy flesh. It jumped into Charleen's tender young cunt like a striking snake searching for a target, slashing and poking at the softly hidden walls, the dark and secret inner tightness.
The older woman had never imagined she'd ever orally fuck a member of her own sex. Nor had she dreamed the act could be so heavenly as this. At the same time, the intense tongue-fucking she was getting below incited her to greater action, and she strived to give Charleen the same magnificent satisfaction she was getting. She now felt an overwhelming love and desire for these two beautiful young girls, and she wanted to lave both their tender young bodies with her saliva and with the freely flowing pussy juices of her own building lust and emotion.
And thus she slaved onward, her tongue working as though a demon possessed of a will of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of Charleen's buttocks that rapidly increased above her. The moaning blonde was writhing and twisting in every direction, caught up in a swiftly spiraling whirlwind of lustful want.
At last Eileen dared to open her eyes. She gazed up over the fair-haired plain of the blonde teen-ager's pubis and flat stomach and between the girl's small, tightly trembling breasts Eileen could just glimpse her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open and closing like a bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in tight crimson points, danced with the force of her thrashings and a thin trickle of perspiration ran down the valley between them and dribbled into the mysterious little hole of her navel.
It was such a beautiful sight. Eileen continued to look, never slacking in the furious working of her tongue over the girl's delicious pussy. She watched Charleen's belly quivering in and out, a faint sheen of perspiration covering the entire smooth plane. Her soft pubic curls, sparse as they were, were still dampened by saliva, and out of the comers of her eyes Eileen could see the tendons of the girl's inner thighs stretching taut with the straining of her body.
Now the thirty-five-year-old brunette housewife felt her own hips begin to jerk like a whiplash and suddenly her entire body took up the lascivious lust-inspired dance. She writhed and flailed on the shuddering cot, an overwhelming tide of pleasure washing over her as spasm after spasm of convulsive rapture charged through her trembling flesh. Orgasmic gurgles rose in her throat, shrieks that were smothered almost unheard in the wide-splayed pussy hollow of the girl sitting on her face. And then, as if a description of the miracle taking place up in her own loins and pumping belly, Eileen heard Charleen's triumphant cry:
"I'm cuuuuummmmiiiiinnngggg!" And as she groaned it, the teen-aged girl began to buck and pound her naked loins even more brutally against Eileen's gasping mouth and juice-streaked face until she thought her skin would be bruised and her very bones crushed.
Through her satiated eyes, Eileen could see Charleen's arms waving akimbo above her head, her body thrashing and twisting out of control. Her own body still twitched from the last licks Donna was administering to her loins. Then Charleen, her orgasm extending as though it would never end, turned to seize the young girl who'd been sucking licking Eileen's cunt. They rolled over together, surrounding Eileen with their two luscious young bodies until the three of them were writhing on the cot in unadulterated passion, arms and legs and cunts and mouths entwined beyond description until they all finally lay still, the warm juices of their orgasms still flowing eternally from their feminine orifices.
* * *
It was some time after that when Eileen finally sank from her state of lust-inspired ecstasy and reality gradually returned, and along with it came the comprehension of the seriousness of what had happened. She'd done it again, she realized. Her body had betrayed her and what had seemed only right and natural before now seemed gravely wrong, perverse and disgusting. She was overcome by guilt and she knew that her reaction a few moments ago to the wanton licking of her own cunt and her oral assault on Charleen's naked loins was even worse than her final acquiescence a few weeks ago when she'd been sodomized by her husband. And it was his fault again. She'd been half-seduced, half-tricked by Harry, all for the purpose of saving his lousy hide. But he had made a child-molester out of her too, and if he thought he was going to get away with that he had another thing coming even if she had to pay for their crime with a penalty as serious as his.
Harry frowned as he saw the glow fade from his wife's face. She sat up abruptly in the bed, then dropped her feet to the floor and pulled on her bikini swimsuit bottoms. She picked up the top and held it cupped protectively over her naked breasts, then walked through the cabin to the door. "Eileen? Where're you going?"
She looked back at her husband with tear-filled eyes. "You're not going to get away with this, Harry Thornton. You're still going to have to pay your debt to society. Maybe I will too, but if so, I deserve it." She turned without another word and went out. Harry stared grimly at the door. Then he was startled by Charleen's voice: "You don't think she's going to tell do you, Uncle Harry?"
He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. She says she is."
"What will they do to you?" Donna asked, her eyes wide.
"They won't put you in prison?" Charleen said. "Not just for having a little fun with me and Donna?"
Harry laughed. "Sometimes they put people in prison for having fun."
"But ... aren't you going to stop her?" Harry thought about it for a minute. "How can I stop her? Kill her? Beg her to forgive me?" He shook his head. "No. I won't stop her. I'll just wait and see if she changes her mind. If she doesn't, I'm in real trouble."
Maybe I deserve it too. Who knows? But Harry knew one thing. He'd learned that from Eileen an hour or so ago. Maybe, with just the right jury in the box, his case could become a legend law students would study in years to come. Because Harry Thornton couldn't help but wonder what man or woman today would condemn him when faced with defendant Harry Thornton in the dock and confronted with a smooth-talking mouthpiece parading these two girls in court in their skimpy little bikinis (material evidence) and looking the jury in the eyes, saying "Wouldn't you? Let him who would not cast the first stone...."
Harry Thornton, for the life of himself, couldn't figure out who in clear conscience could cast it. And he knew one thing else. If he was going up the river, he wasn't going with the hard-on that was now looming up from his loins.
With a suddenly leap he was on the bed. The girls, their attention span naturally limited, forgot Harry's troubles and, laughing and giggling, fell quickly upon him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eileen raced sobbing up the trail and into the house. She dropped the bikini top from her breasts and went straight to the telephone inside the living room door and lifted the receiver. She reached down to dial, then hesitated. The question was, who did she call? Did she phone the police directly? Or the Marin County district attorney? Or did she simply phone Mr. Williams down the street? It occurred to her that Dave Williams might actually prefer to take care of Harry himself. Maybe then she would be in the clear. But of course the girls would talk, faced with an inquest into the death of Harry Thornton, child-molester. And besides, if she started thinking like this, she was just as bad as Harry. Worse even. And she didn't really want to get off free, her own awful dead weighing forever on her conscience. She wanted to pay her debt too. Didn't she?
It was this series of mental contortions that occupied Eileen for those crucial two minutes before the car pulled up outside the house and she heard the slamming of a door and footsteps coming up the walk. But the delay was enough to save Harry Thornton's hide. Distracted, Eileen dropped the receiver back into the cradle. She stooped to pick up the bikini top and place it back over her voluptuously naked breasts, then walked to the window and looked out to see Jack Remmings walking up the steps.
For an instant Eileen was paralyzed with indecision. She sucked in her breath, her body trembling. The bell rang once. Again she heard footsteps, then Jack's handsome face appeared in the window, staring wide-eyed through the crack beside the shade at Eileen's near-naked body and her own dazed face.
She turned and went quickly to the door. Still gawking at her, her ex-fiance bounded up onto the steps and almost staggered through as she moved back to let him by.
"Eileen? What's ... wrong?"
"You're back early. Charleen didn't expect you till the end of the summer."
"Didn't you get my card?"
"No," said the stunned housewife, aware of the man's eyes straying to her nearly unprotected breasts.
"It's the Latin American postal system. It'll probably be here by Christmas. I phoned from the airport and got no answer, but I thought you all might be at the pool."
"Yes," Eileen stammered. "Yes, I was at the pool and Harry, Harry's ... gone. And Donna is down the hill visiting her girlfriend."
"Eileen? Is something wrong?"
The plan, more perverse than anything Harry Thornton could have dreamed up, was impressing itself ruthlessly onto the young wife's tortured mind. But what vengeance, she thought. What perfectly exquisite vengeance!
"Something is wrong," Jack insisted. Eileen giggled and nodded. "Yes. I tore my bikini top. The strap."
She removed the flimsy garment from her luscious nipple-peaked breasts and held it up to Jack's face for him to see. But as she'd expected, he didn't even look at that. His eyes were wide, riveted on the two voluptuous mounds of her upstanding breasts and the dark mauve nipple crescents protruding out at the tip.
Then, before he'd regained his composure enough to act, she rushed into his arms, snaking her hands up around his neck to arch her naked breasts and squirm them against his chest, showering kisses on his cheeks and lips, pressing her thinly covered pussy against the involuntary erection starting to bulge in his trousers.
"Oh Jack, Jack...." she moaned in his ears. "Make love to me, Jack. Make love to me like you did so long ago."
"But ... Harry."
"Harry's not here," Eileen gasped.
"Where? Where is he?"
"It doesn't matter."
Allowing him no further opportunity to question or protest, Eileen seized her old boyfriend's hand and hurried, half-leading and half-dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. Then she turned and began urgently tearing at his clothing, little moans of renewed excitement swelling to her lips. He protested at first, but though the astonishment remained in his eyes his protests faded. Then he started to unsnap his trousers, and Eileen stepped back, wriggling out of her tight swimsuit bottoms and reclining on her back on the big double bed in total naked surrender.
He hesitated for a moment, looking down at her proffered body with nostalgic appreciation. She reached up and took one of his hands, smiling as she drew him down upon her, noting the hardness of his penis looming up from his hair-covered loins as she raised her head and parted her lips and let him kiss her full on the mouth. Straining her lips against his, clinging to them, she determined not to let him stop.
Jack's hand rested cautiously on Eileen's naked shoulder and though he couldn't completely rationalize what he was doing, he reached up to gently stroke her hair and neck, feeling her trembling under his caress as she pulled him down even more tightly against her voluptuous nakedness.
Then, his excitement getting the better of him, Jack began to kiss hungrily over her naked torso, gazing down with building want at her exposed beauty laid out beneath him on the bed. His eyes drank in the voluptuous mold of her upswept breasts, the smooth line of her waist fanning out slightly to silken hips and then descending to her satin-fleshed thighs. His gaze came to rest on the dark shimmering triangle of her pubic hair, and he remembered it vividly, even though it had been many years since he'd last seen her body naked. And thinking of that, he decided suddenly there wasn't a reason in the world why he should worry about allegiance to Harry Thornton. Harry might be Eileen's husband now, but she'd been Jack's fiance long ago and Harry had stolen her away.
Eileen stared up at her former lover with half-closed eyes. She saw the growing rigidity of his cock and her body ached with desire, every nerve-ending quivering with renewed longing and want. She shuddered as his hands coursed over her tingling breasts. And as she felt his heavy breathing on her face, she undulated her buttocks in gentle anticipation of the lewd things he would do to her, feeling his hand trailing urgently down the sweeping curves of her body to come to rest on the soft ebony triangle of her pubic hair. His fingers buried themselves in the velvety folds of inner flesh, feeling the palpitating lips of her cunt already swollen and wet.
The aroused brunette flexed her hips forward, thrusting her eagerly clinging pussy up onto Jack's invading middle finger, gasping aloud as he wormed it in through the gleaming wet walls of her hungry vagina.
Then he lowered himself over her squirming body and began to kiss the resilient mounds of her breasts, teasing and taunting the rubbery nipples with an almost brutal pressure of his lips. She trembled with delight, whimpering as his hands moved over her passion-heated flesh, her own hands clutching at his shoulders to pull him tighter between her widely parted thighs.
Jack's penis was a throbbing mass of sensation, and he used his knees to lever Eileen's thighs wider out to either side, placing the full length of his desire-stiffened penis against her willing vaginal flesh. He felt her move hungrily under its size and hardness as he flexed his hips forward, thrusting relentlessly up against her soft silky cuntal warmth. Then he took the bloated shaft of flesh in his hand and guided the blood-inflated head in toward the gleaming entrance to her willing body, hesitating for a moment as he pressed against her tightly throbbing cuntal opening.
"Oh, put it in," she sobbed. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me now."
Reaching down between her parted legs, Eileen grabbed the thick-shafted rod of male flesh and pulled it forward, impaling herself willingly on his lust-hardened member. Sensing her urgency, Jack surged forward and sank his jerking penis deep into her openly receiving loins.
"Oh ... oh, it's so good! So good!" she chanted unintelligibly, thrusting her buttocks up to skewer herself even deeper.
Jack dropped his hands to seize the aroused woman's naked buttocks, cupping the softly resilient half-moons and raising her pussy up to his attack, grinding down against her as she jackknifed her loins upwards. Her whole torso began to jerk almost immediately in a frenzied cadence and her arms went around his neck, pulling his face down to hers as he covered her lips with a violent kiss and she raised her legs and locked them obscenely around his back, bucking up in wild abandon against the skewering thrusts of his cock.
Now Jack's penis was sawing without mercy into the lewdly penetrated opening of her loins with long rhythmic strokes, buffeting her body with his wracking thrusts. She was really being fucked now and she was fucking back like a madwoman, her body already striving to meet the shattering climax that loomed on the horizon of her consciousness.
Then, hearing faintly the sound of the back door opening and footsteps at the far end of the house, she stiffened for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, determined that Jack should not hear her husband come in, she began a loud and crazed chanting, pouring unintelligible swears and curses in a ceaseless stream into his ears.
* * *
Harry stopped, perking his ears like an alerted dog as he heard the strange outpouring of lascivious sounds coming from somewhere in the house. He had sent Charleen home with Donna and had returned here determined to face whatever fate awaited him, but now he almost laughed. Eileen must have had a change of heart, and curious as it seemed, she must be masturbating in the bedroom. He couldn't imagine from what other source the wanton sounds he was hearing could have derived. Nor could he see how on earth she would have felt the need to masturbate now after what she'd just been through down in the cabin with the girls. But Harry was only too happy to give her relief if she still needed more.
His penis already twitching in his trousers, Harry headed for the bedroom door. It was only half-closed and made not a sound as he pushed it open. Then he stopped in his tracks, dazed.
His wife wasn't masturbating. She was being fucked by a man.
"What the hell?"
Jack stiffened, his motions ceasing as he heard his old friend's voice behind him. He tried to withdraw and found it impossible as Eileen's legs wrapped tightly around his back, ankles and calves locked over his buttocks, arms entwined around his neck.
Eileen herself sank back on the bed, gasping to catch her breath. Then she looked coolly at her astonished husband. "Hello," she purred softly. "Fair is fair, isn't it, Harry?"
"Why, you little bitch...." He began, but as he saw the sultry smile that appeared on Eileen's face his voice trailed off. Never in his life had he seen her look quite so calm and ... sexy.
"It is fair, Harry. So why don't we all be friends again?"
"What do you mean?" he croaked.
Eileen squeezed tightly to Jack, still struggling futilely to disengage his body from hers. "You forgive me and I forgive you. Jack forgives you, which he's obviously-as you must see-never completely done. And you forgive Jack." She paused, moistening her lips suggestively with her tongue. "And to prove there are no hard feelings, why don't you come and join us? Let me suck you off while Jack finishes fucking me. With a little luck we should all be able to cum together for a change."
Harry blinked. What could he do? He was being cuckolded right before his very eyes, but perhaps it was better than San Quentin. Maybe, even, it was fair.
Eileen closed her eyes, whispering softly into Jack's ear. "Come on, darling, fuck me. It's all right, I promise."
Jack hesitated for a moment, still understanding almost nothing, and then resumed his steady sawing in and out of Eileen's clasping cunt as he felt her buttocks surge up from the mattress, her vaginal muscles lapping hungrily at the straining shaft of his cock.
Beneath him, Eileen listened to the hesitant footsteps drawing closer to the bed. Only after she'd heard the parting of a zipper and felt something hard and rubbery and hot brushing her face did she open her eyes to see Harry's throbbing cock thrust down toward her lips. For a moment she stared at it, taking in its massive length and thickness and appreciating anew its satisfying proportions and steel-like rigidity. Looking farther up she examined her husband's face and relished his dazed expression even as she shuddered from the continued plunges of Jack's throbbing penis into her loins. Then she closed her eyes and flicked out her tongue and began to lick.
Eileen knew that her marriage was saved, and a little shiver of pleasure coursed down her spine as she tasted the piquancy of her husband's cock. She was determined to please him now and she wanted it in her mouth. She wanted to suck it until he spurted the seed of his manhood in searing hot droplets down her throat at the same time her other lover ejaculated his own scalding semen into her welcoming loins. The knowledge of her incipient carnal fulfillment heightened her already almost unbelievable pleasure, and she raced her tongue eagerly along the swollen shaft of Harry's angry red cock. She brushed her nose against the base, snuggling into the thick damp curls of his pubic hair, and slipped her tongue up to the widening head to lick up the white little drop of seminal fluid that issued from the slitted glans. Then she withdrew her tongue and closed her eyes and opened her mouth in warmly ovaled surrender.
Jack stared with complete astonishment as Harry's cock brushed over Eileen's face. Then the two men locked eyes, but only for a moment before Harry returned his attention to his wife. And Jack still didn't know what to make of the whole set-up. His buddy just looked dazed, as if this was his first day of life on the earth and he was trying to figure out where he'd come from. Then Jack forgot the consideration entirely and resumed his wanton fucking into Eileen's willing cunt, the room resounding with his grunts and her own distant-sounding mewls of lust.
Eileen waited, her tongue twirling over her own palate, until she felt Harry insert the lust-engorged head of his cock between her open lips. She made a little slurping sound, rounding her lips and again shooting her tongue into his tiny glans to elicit a spontaneous groan of longing from her husband's throat. She felt his hands move down to cup her swollen breasts, tweaking the nipples to tingling hardness as he leaned over her face to sink his cock gradually deeper into her throat, pushing it harder and harder until at last she almost gagged from the pressure against her larynx.
Now Eileen was completely skewered in both her wantonly yielded orifices. Hungrily she licked and sucked along the hard straining organ of flesh in her mouth, mewling sounds pouring from her lips around the plunging rubbery head, her body squirming as Jack continued to rack her loins with his violating thrusts and Harry pawed her breasts with his strong ruthless hands.
Shivers of abandoned pleasure coursed wildly through her loins and breasts. She sucked the length of Harry's cock so deeply into her mouth she could feel the head pressing all the way to the back of her throat, and in her masochistic desire to please, she almost choked. But even then she strove to swallow more and more of the punishing shaft. Her hands reached up to knead her husband's balls and her forefinger flicked between his legs and up into the crack of his buttocks, prompting an involuntary jerking of his body as she pressed against the tightness of his puckered anus.
Above her, Jack began to utter animalistic grunts and he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Eileen sucking Harry's cock. She'd learned a few tricks since the last time she'd done that for him. And, Harry too, was equally astonished. Eileen had never displayed such fervor when she'd submitted in the past to oral sex, and shudder after shudder convulsed in him as he felt the pressure building in his drum-tight balls. He'd just cum only moments ago with Donna and Charleen, but it seemed he possessed an endless supply of semen, ready at any second to explode his whole being.
Eileen sensed that Harry was losing control and she intensified the pressure of her lips around his cock, at the same time probing harder with her finger against his anus. A moment later the torrent burst forth, and with a sudden shove she popped her finger to the first joint right up into his clenching rectum, never slacking on her voracious cock-sucking as his sperm volcanoed from his cock, pouring in an obscene rush down her gulping throat, as his pelvis pummeled her face. She swallowed as quickly as possible, hungering for the hot shooting jets as if she were dying of thirst, her finger still worming in the tightness of Harry's shuddering anus.
Jesus Christ! thought Harry. What was the world coming to? The excruciating pain in his rectum was enough to make him dance a jig, but it only seemed to heighten the intensity of his resounding climax as he pumped flood after flood of his gushing sperm into his dark-haired wife's suctioning mouth. And maybe even that was fair, though he wasn't going to go so far as to admit it. Then he forgot all that and concentrated on fucking as hard as he could into her passion-flushed face, draining himself body and soul into the tender receptacle of her mouth.
Then another low masculine growl echoed through the room and Eileen found herself battered like a boat in a storm as Jack's climax welled up from his loins and he furiously poured out his shower of semen into her frantically clasping cunt. And at the same time she strained for her own cataclysmic orgasm. And a moment later she found it.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" Eileen shrieked out around her husband's emptying cock, her body thrashing in uncontained abandon as the climactic waves swept over her. Her head flailed from side to side, her lips still clinging to Harry's lewdly shaking penis. Her finger slipped from his rectum with a searing pop and her arms twined tightly about Jack's neck. Her hips bucked in a frenzy as she ground her spasming clitoris against the base of his ejaculating cock.
His surging sperm continued to pour geyser-like up into her quivering womb, and her cunt milked voraciously at his spending cock as it twitched a last time and began to go soft. Then at last she lay still, Jack sagging heavily on her breasts, Harry's deflated cock slipping limply from her lips.
Then Jack disengaged and rolled to the side, panting. Harry sat down in exhaustion on the edge of the bed. For a moment there was silence in the room except for the sounds of their strained breathing.
Then reality returned again, and this time Harry's wife felt entirely different. She felt as if finally, after everything she'd been through, that a harmony had been achieved. She felt now, even after the frenzy of the pleasure had passed, though the satisfaction remained untainted, that the end had justified the means. She'd rationalized post-coitus with the coitus itself.
The happy and satisfied brunette closed her eyes. When she opened them again she saw Jack had also raised to a sitting position and he and Harry were staring at each other silently. She smiled. Then she laughed softly. Both of the men looked down at her in confusion. Her laughter continued. Her eyes darted back and forth from one to the other. Jack smiled first, followed quickly by Harry.
Within minutes the three of them were rolling together on the bed with laughter.
CHAPTER NINE
Jack and Harry shook hands on the front porch of the house. The two of them looked at Eileen, and Harry grinned at his friend and nodded. Jack turned to his ex-fiance then and took her in his arms. Eileen surrendered willingly, snuggling her full breasts against his chest and parting her lips to receive his tongue as he covered her mouth. After a long time they separated and she drew back, smiling at him through narrowed, almost watering eyes. Standing to the side with tears streaming down her face, Jack's daughter regarded the scene in silence. Harry looked at the pretty blonde teen-ager and cast Eileen a warning glance.
"You'll miss Donna, won't you?" Eileen asked tactfully.
The young girl bit her lip, then nodded her head, her eyes cast downward.
Jack regarded his daughter tenderly for a moment, then lay a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, Charleen. We've got a plane to catch."
Charleen turned reluctantly away, after Eileen had bent to give her a peck on the cheek. Her father picked up her bag and they walked arm in arm together down to the car. Then she stopped, wriggling away from him, and came running back into the arms of a surprised Harry Thornton. She reached up about his neck, pulling his face to hers, smothering him with kisses and then thrusting her lips against his. She clung to him for a moment, then broke away and rushed back to the car and slid in beside her father. Eileen and Harry both saw him look at her, fixing her suddenly with an astonished stare as she turned to gaze defiantly back at him. Then he jerked his head around to peer in awe at Harry.
Harry met his gaze, then shrugged and smiled. "Wouldn't you?" he asked loud enough that Jack could hear.
Jack looked for a moment as though he would pass out. Then he shook his head, not in negation but utter inability to reply to the question, and drove away.
"Well," Eileen said, smiling sensually at her husband. "Good to have you back." Harry slapped her buttocks. "Good to be back." And swallowing her up in his arms, he kissed her the way Charleen had just kissed him ... but it lasted much longer.
