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Double Marriage (family, inc)
by Anonymous Author
First published by "The Editor"
Chapter 1
Carol looked at the kitchen wall clock as she heard the door
of Kit's Chevy slam. She was home a little earlier than usual ...
Carol stared into the half finished salad as she put down her
paring knife. She dreaded the coming session with her daughter,
but there was no way to avoid it.
"Hi, Mom---what's for dinner?"
The cheery greeting made Carol smile as she turned to see her
pretty blonde daughter. "Kit, you're as bad as a man. The first
thing you're interested in when you get home from work is food."
The girl laughed. "I guess you're right. That's what Daddy
always asked about first, wasn't it? Well, I don't blame him---
what are we having?"
Carol pretended to be angry. "Hopeless. You're absolutely
hopeless. I don't blame Jack for being disgusted with you. I can
say one thing for your father---he was interested in food, but
there was another subject that he was even more serious about ..."
The mention of her boy friend's name made Kit suddenly
serious. "Oh, Mom---let's don't even talk about Jack now. The
more I think about it all the more I see that it wouldn't work. I
guess I should feel lucky that I found out about his tastes before
we got married. It would be terrible to have found it all out
afterwards ..."
Carol was displeased with herself; she had not intended to
bring up that subject until after dinner. But suddenly she
decided to go ahead with it. "Kit ... honey, sit down for a
minute while I finish this salad. I want to talk to you about
something ... about Jack. Maybe things are not nearly as bleak as
they seem."
The young girl looked at her mother closely, puzzled by her
words. "Oh, Mom---you just don't know. You weren't there. I
haven't even told you everything he said---all the things he
wanted to do. It was just awful. It still makes me shiver to
think about the things he likes."
"Kit---sit down. There are some things we have to discuss.
I had intended to do it later, but we may as well do it now. Sit
down."
The young blonde made no further comment as she put her purse
on the table and slipped gracefully into a chair across the table
from her mother. Carol had been standing as she prepared the
salad and she too sank into a chair. For a moment mother and
daughter looked at each other without speaking.
Carol took a deep breath and plunged in to a task that she
did not relish. "Honey, I talked to Jack last night. I went to
his apartment, in fact ..."
"Mother! How could you? How could you do such a thing? I
don't want you to go to him begging him to take a girl that he's
obviously not satisfied with ..."
"Oh, cut it out, Kit." Carol's beautiful face wore an
unaccustomed frown. "It wasn't like that at all. Wait until you
hear the whole story. You're going to be damn glad I went before
this is all over. Or do you want to peck a typewriter in that
silly real estate office until some boy with no more money than
you have marries you and gives you four or five babies in a row?
Now hear me out, and look at all this from a realistic point of
view for a change ... "
* * *
Almost an hour later Kit was still dazed as she stood up and
moved uncertainly toward the coffee maker on the stove. "Mom, I
... I just can't believe it. Any of it. That you want to give
your body to him, or that he would want both of us under those
circumstances, or that you would expect me to go for a plan like
that. Us living there and having him take both of us. It ...
it's perverted."
Carol shook her head wearily. "Give me another cup of
coffee, too. You're so stubborn you've given me a headache. Kit-
--it's not perverted, it's practical. You've got to see that."
"Practical? That's a funny word for it." Kit poured both
cups and slumped back down in her chair. "Mom, what you're
telling me is that I should marry Jack, and let him fuck me while
he uses you for all the other kinds of sex that he likes. On
nights when he didn't fuck me you'd suck his prick or let him fuck
you in the ass or anything else he wanted. I'm using your words
now; my vocabulary doesn't seem to be complete enough to cover the
situation ..."
"Kit---do you love Jack? If you do, you should see this as a
way to avoid losing him. I admit it's a little unconventional,
but the point is that you're in love with an unconventional man.
And, believe me---it won't be long until your point of view
changes and you see things the same way he does. That will
happen, I promise you it will. And when it does you'll thank me
for the rest of your life for not letting the whole thing blow up
in your face now. All this is if you love him, I mean ... if you
don't, I don't want any part of it, either. Damn it, do you love
him or not?"
Kit was suddenly very quiet as she stared at her mother.
When she finally spoke her voice was so low that it was almost
unintelligible.
"Yes, Mom, I do. That's the trouble, I do love him ..."
* * *
The drive had been a silent one. Carol did not force a
conversation; she realized that, despite a firm decision, her
daughter was still torn with doubt as her crucial moment
approached. The plan did ask a lot of the pretty young girl ...
"Gee, it feels funny to be coming to Jack's apartment like
this. I've been there once, and he fucked me, and you've been
there once, and he fucked you. And tonight he wants to fuck us
both---in front of each other. It's weird. You can say what you
want to, but it's unnatural. 1 know it is."
Carol restrained her impatience as she pulled into a parking
slot. She tried to remember whether the Lincoln next to her was
the same one she had parked by before. Then she turned her
attention back to the increasingly nervous girl at her side. "Oh,
honey, relax. Relax and enjoy what we're going to do. After all,
baby, sex is about the nicest thing there is, and you can take my
word that Jack is far above average. I suppose in a way that's
what's caused the problem. Well, better a man a little oversexed
than one undersexed. So just relax and enjoy it when he gets that
big prick in you. Believe me, that's a feeling that you should
savor, not dread ..."
Kit opened her mouth and then decided that the chances of
making her mother understand were negligible. And, though it was
hard to admit even to herself, she was thinking about the
exquisite sensations that she would again experience. If only it
were not under these circumstances ...
The pretty young blonde sighed as she got out of the car and
closed the door.
* * *
"Kit, I have to admit I'm a little surprised. Pleasantly
surprised. Somehow I didn't think you'd go along with your
mother's plan." Jack was grinning as he brought the seated women
their drinks. "Martinis again, if that's okay with you two.
Seems like I've been on a martini kick for a month."
The young girl was silent as she accepted her glass. Carol
spoke as she took hers. "This suits us, Jack. I like martinis
and Kit drinks very little anyway."
"I may get drunk tonight. I may have to take all this."
Kit's voice was petulant.
Jack looked at her narrowly. Her attitude was not what he
had hoped for; obviously her acceptance of the situation was
grudging. She would have to be shown the error of her ways; the
sooner she was made to understand her exact place in the scheme of
things the better for all concerned.
His voice was friendly, and at first both women missed the
veiled threat in it. "Kit, baby, you don't seem too happy about
it all. Now, I want to be sure---do you or do you not want to
take part in your mother's plan? Answer carefully."
Kit's voice sounded slightly cross. "I'm here, aren't I? I
don't pretend to like everything about the situation ..."
"The crucial point is whether you accept it, not whether you
like it. You'll come to like it, in time ... Now---the point at
the moment is that I'm not entirely satisfied with your attitude
and I intend to change it. As a first step in that direction I
want you to understand more clearly your place in all this. Stand
up, Kit. I want you to raise your skirt, slip your panties off,
and show me your cunt."
Jack's unexpected demand shocked both women. Kit stared
stupidly at him, too numbed to reply. Even Carol did not react
with typical promptness; her first thought was that Jack was not
handling Kit in the right way.
"Kit---I told you to do something. Is it possible that you
failed to hear me?"
The startled girl finally found her tongue. "Jack! What's
wrong with you? How can you say such things---and in front of
Mother?"
The man closed his eyes in disgust for a moment, then took a
long sip of his drink before he replied. When he spoke there was
a weariness in his voice. "Alright, Kit. I'll go through this
one time, and no more. If you want to marry me you'll have to
accept me as I am, because I have no intention of changing, at
least any further than the concessions that I've already made.
You know what those concessions are---I've agreed that I'll expect
only straight fucking from you; the refinements I'll get from
Carol. But I do expect to be obeyed without question when I tell
you to do something. What I want now involves only a look at your
cunt; it certainly does not violate our agreement. Kit, you have
to decide, once and for all. Either you'll have to do what I
want, without questions and delay, or we'll have to forget the
whole thing. Am I loud and clear?"
Carol held her breath; she was not sure that Jack's severe
attitude would work. Kit had never been completely sold on the
whole plan ...
Kit stared into her lover's eyes as her mind struggled to
evaluate the alternatives. He was clearly asking for a sexual
situation that she found revolting, but somehow this did not seem
to alter her basic need for this strange man ... And obviously he
would tolerate no further half measures and indecision.
She really had no choice; her mental threshings were beside
the point. Kit lowered her eyes when she spoke. "Alright, Jack
... whatever you say. I just hope you won't take advantage of me.
I never thought I'd give in to a man like this ..."
Jack Ames recognized the pretty young girl's final
capitulation. He showed neither surprise nor pleasure. "Alright
then, Kit. You know what I want you to do."
Kit made no reply as she looked at him for a moment, then put
her drink down and slowly got to her feet. Dressed in a clinging
knit minidress, she faced him, then moved slightly away from the
couch and turned again to him.
"Is ... this alright? Can you see what you want to from
there?"
Jack sounded impatient. "See what, Kit? Damn it, among
other things you've got to learn to use the language. What is it
that I want to see?"
Kit was surprised by her own lack of hesitation. "My cunt,
Jack. You want to see my cunt. There---is that the way you want
me to talk? Alright, I'll do it. I'll show you my cunt ..."
The pretty young blonde suited action to her words; she
slowly pulled her short skirt up to her slim waist, leaving her
loins protected only by sheer panties. But that protection was
brief; after a moment she hooked her thumbs in their waistband and
started them on a slow journey down her long, tapering legs.
Finally Hey were a little puddle of material on the floor at her
feet.
Kit stepped out of them gracefully, then bent over to pick
them up. When she straightened she instinctively brought the
panties in front of her triangle of curly blonde pubic hair.
But even before Jack could speak the young girl anticipated
his reaction to her automatic modesty. She flung the panties to
the coffee table in front of the couch and turned to face the man
directly.
Jack smiled faintly as his eyes roved over the blonde curls
and the pink vaginal lips that those curls only partially
concealed. He remembered Carol's pubic hair; the two beautiful
females were as alike as could be expected for mother and
daughter. Finally he looked up into Kit's eyes. "Nice, Kit---
very nice. At least as far as I can see. I really can't tell
much about your pussy. Come a little closer and spread your legs
and then open your cunt with your fingers. I fucked it, but I
haven't really seen it ..."
Kit felt her body respond to the peculiar sensuality of the
scene that Jack was creating. The things he asked were still
vaguely repugnant to her nature, but those feelings were fading
into the background to make way for more erotic reactions. And
those reactions were present; Kit felt a familiar throb in her
vagina and she sensed that her nipples were becoming hard and
sensitive in the confinement of her bra cups. Damn---he hadn't
even touched her ...
"Come on, Kit. Spread your legs and open the lips a little.
Your cunt looks good enough to eat---an act which, by the way, you
can expect to see me perform on your mother's cunt. I have a
feeling it won't be long before you realize what you're missing.
That's it---good. Move your legs just a little further apart.
Fine. That makes your cunt lips separate a little bit. But not
enough---take your fingers and pull them a little wider, then
after I have a good look I want you to put a finger up your cunt
as far as you can. What about that, darling---do you like to
finger fuck yourself?"
The question brought back a wave of embarrassment and caused
Kit's face to flush. It had hit home; Kit had used her fingers in
the past as a means of solitary pleasure ...
She did not answer as she brought both hands between her
spread thighs and held her vaginal lips apart with the fingers of
one while the forefinger of the other hand gently invaded the
little crevice of her femininity. Kit felt mortified; this was
beyond question the most lewd, brazen thing she had ever done.
And yet it was also certain that her libido was responding wildly;
her vagina was moist and sensitive and she knew that a caress of
little clitoris would send her over the brink of orgasm almost
instantly. And she sensed that the intensity of her reaction was
more because she was masturbating herself in front of Jack and her
mother than from the act itself ...
And Kit was not the only person aroused by the sight of her
fingers in her own vagina. Without taking his eyes off the
superbly feminine sight in front of him Jack spoke to the older
woman seated beside him. "Carol---honey, this daughter of yours
has got my prick hard. Come here and get it out and see what you
can do for it. But go easy---I don't want to come this way ..."
Carol was entirely willing to comply with the man's request.
She had also responded to Kit's enforced lewdness, and to a
greater extent than she had thought possible. She was glad to
have a male object to focus her attention on.
Carol moved closer to Jack as her eyes went to the pronounced
bulge in the crotch of his trousers. You're big already, she
thought. The sight of Kit's cunt was all it took ...
Jack now had more than visual stimulation. Carol's soft hand
closed around his penis under his trousers and began to squeeze
and pull the hard organ.
"Damn, Carol---get it out. Don't jack me off in my pants.
Get my prick out and play with it."
Carol was happy to perform that service. She drew her hand
slowly out of his clothes, bringing with it the firm shaft of his
penis. Her little white hand automatically pumped slowly as her
eyes feasted on the male sight.
And Kit's eyes were large and bright as they, too, focused on
her lover's penis even as her fingers continued to work their
magic on her own vagina.
"Oh, Jack, I ... I never thought ..." Kit's words ended in a
self-conscious blush.
Jack's attention went again to the young girl masturbating
slowly and sensuously in front of him. "You never what, honey?
Never had a good look at a man's prick before? That's the trouble
with quick fucks in the back seat of a car---the kind of fucks
that 'nice' girls give their dates. You can never do the job
properly like that. And if there's anything that justifies being
done right, it's fucking."
As he spoke Kit continued to finger her vagina in front of
him while Carol slowly pumped his penis in her clasping hand. She
felt the familiar wetness in her own vagina and almost envied her
daughter's opportunity for relief ...
Then Carol felt Jack's hand cover hers and halt her
manipulation of his penis. She looked at him in surprise, but his
words brought quick understanding. "Hold up, Carol. You're
making me come along too fast. Tell you what, let's all go in the
bedroom and undress. This time I want to see your body; the other
time we never did undress when you sucked my prick." He paused
and turned to Kit, who had stopped the movement of her fingers in
her vagina, but had not removed them. "You, too, honey. I want
to see you. I had you undressed when I fucked you, but in
deference to your maidenly modesty I left all the lights off.
This time I want a good look at both of you, and I want you to get
a good look at me and at each other." Jack paused again and
turned back to Carol, who still had her hand clasped around: his
erection. "Of course you did get a good look at my prick, I
guess, when you sucked it. Well, you'll get a chance to see it
again. But not while you suck it; I think we'll do something
different this time. Come on---let's go to the bedroom."
Carol finally released him as they stood up. Kit took her
finger from her vagina and let her skirt drop, but she made no
move to recover her panties from the coffee table where she had
thrown them. Her emotions were mixed; she dreaded the coming
encounter in a way, but she was also aware of a need for relief
for her aroused body.
The trip to the bedroom was a brief and somewhat ludicrous
looking one; Jack took the arms of the two apparently fully
dressed females and guided them to his bedroom with his erect
penis waving cheerfully in front of his trousers ...
Once in the masculine bedroom he began to undress quickly.
"Okay girls---strip. Let's make it quick this time. There'll be
times in the future when I'll want to see a slow, teasing job of
it, but not now. I'm already worked up; I just want to get my
prick up a cunt."
Kit was less nervous than she had expected to be, but she was
still embarrassed by the prospect of undressing in the brightly
lighted room before her lover and mother. But her hesitation was
more than offset by her very real physical needs, and she began to
remove her dress without undue delay. She was glad that her
panties had already been removed; she knew that they would have
been soaked by now by the vaginal fluids of her arousal.
Carol also undressed quickly. She, too, was aroused, and she
was anxious for the man to get the full impact of her lush body.
Their previous encounter had been a somewhat odd-ball one; she
could not recall a previous instance in which she had given a man
complete satisfaction while fully dressed ... Carol's minisheath
and then her panties and bra were quickly stripped off of her
lovely body and thrown carelessly on the thick carpet.
And then all three people were nude. Jack's eyes went from
mother to daughter and then back again as they feasted on the
exquisite femininity at his disposal. The two women were both
voluptuous and lovely; Kit was what Carol must have been a decade
and a half ago. And Kit would be extremely lucky if she resembled
her mother fifteen years from now ... The thought flicked through
Jack's mind that it was possible that he would still have these
two females at that time ...
Then his immediate physical needs snapped his mind back to
the present. His penis was so hard that it almost hurt ...
"Well, I have to admit that you two are quite a pair. Carol,
your plan looks better than ever, assuming that Kit is properly
cooperative, of course." He paused and grinned as he looked at
the pretty young girl's lust filled face. "And I have an idea she
will be, because I think she needs a good fucking as bad as I do.
That right, honey?"
Kit blushed a shade deeper, but she looked at Jack squarely.
"I ... I am worked up, honey. I ... yes, I want to be fucked.
Please fuck me ... I want your prick up my cunt. Please ..."
Kit's frank words caught Jack by surprise and made his penis
twitch. He had expected to have to force her to use such
language, but apparently the pretty girl was so aroused that she
used it instinctively ...
"Kit ... don't worry, you're gonna get fucked. Right now. I
was going to ... hell, that can wait. Right now I got to fuck
that sweet little pussy of yours. Come on to bed, sweetheart ..."
Jack held out his hand to Kit and escorted the lovely girl
the few short steps to the bed in a fashion that would have seemed
ludicrous to a disinterested spectator. But it was likely that
such a thing as a disinterested spectator was a distinct
impossibility; certainly Carol was far from disinterested as she
watched the man take her nude daughter to the bed. Completely out
of the action for the moment, Carol moved closer to the bed so
that she could see the coming events. She was not even aware that
she was standing in a slightly ungraceful position with her legs
slightly apart and one forefinger already in her wet vagina ...
On the bed Jack had forsaken his usual foreplay for direct
action. He put the willing girl on her back and moved beside her
as he ran one hand in between her soft thighs.
"Okay, Kit, spread your legs. I'm gonna leave out all the
extras this time; I'm gonna fuck hell outa that pretty little
cunt. How does that sound to you?"
Kit's hand stole down to his loins in a quickly successful
search for his penis as she answered. "Oh, Jack, I'm ready. My
cunt's ready for your prick. Fuck me, darling, I can't wait.
Please... Hurry, fuck me. I want your prick up me ..."
Again surprised by Kit's lewd language, Jack abandoned his
digital stimulation of her crotch. Her vagina was soft and ready,
and his penis was hard and ready ...
He gave a little grunt of passion as he rolled between Kit's
spread thighs. She bent her knees as she brought them up above
his back while he adjusted himself in her warm and wet crotch.
His unguided penis rubbed fitfully in the soft curls of her pubic
down ...
But he could not resist one refinement. He started to tell
the aroused girl beneath him to take his organ and make the
insertion, then he decided to delay long enough to let Carol guide
his penis into her daughter's vagina.
He turned bleary eyes to the side of the bed. After a moment
he made them focus on Carol as she stood there with a finger in
her vagina. Jack grinned fleetingly; he was too aroused himself
to make the obvious jokes about Carol's activity. "Carol, baby---
come on over here and help me. Want you to put my prick in her
cunt. Come on---it's not every mother that gets to help her
daughter fuck ..."
Carol did not respond immediately as she looked at Jack and
tried to interpret his motives. She probably had little choice,
short of fouling up the whole situation, but her response would at
least be somewhat different if he was being deliberately degrading
in his actions ...
But she decided quickly that he was merely adding interesting
refinements to his procedure. And Carol had no objection to this;
on the contrary, she welcomed the opportunity for a close view of
the entry of his penis into Kit's young body ...
She smiled as she moved to the bed and stooped over to run a
hand in between their bodies. She grasped his penis and was
surprised to find that it was even larger that it had been before.
"Jack---you must be ready. Your prick's harder than ever ..."
But he was impatient. "Damn, baby, don't play with it---
stick it in her cunt. You'll jack me off if you keep fooling with
my prick."
Carol giggled as she tried to follow his instruction. She
brought the almost purple head of the throbbing shaft to Kit's
blonde pubic curls and rubbed it on the soft, wet lips of her
femininity. But the actual entry was easier said man done, and
Carol found it necessary to work her other hand into the cramped
space between their bodies so that she could open her daughter's
vaginal lips with her fingers. Carol pulled on his penis.
"Alright, Jack, put it in. I can't do it all for you---you
have to do some of your fucking yourself ..."
The man did not hear her as his organ slipped into Kit's
young body and he slipped into incipient ecstasy. Carol withdrew
her hands quickIy as he plunged to full depth in Kit's excited
channel.
"Oh! oh, Jack ... you're so deep. Your prick fills my cunt
so ... oh, just leave it deep in me for a second. It feels so
good ..." Kit's eyes were closed as her lovely blonde head
threshed from side to side while the man supported his torso above
her on stiff arms. His eyes were almost shut as he savored the
feeling that Kit's tight little vagina produced as it nipped at
his hard organ. But he saw the enticing sight that her full
breasts made as they shook and rolled beneath him and his eyes
popped full open again. Kit's knees and calves twitched at his
sides and finally locked across his back ...
Carol was now lying on her side on the edge of the bed as she
watched the man prepare to begin his strokes of passion into her
daughter's willing body. And there was no doubt of Kit's
willingness; she moaned in pleasure as her arms went around Jack's
neck and drew him down to her heaving breasts. "Jack---darling,
go on, fuck me. Move your prick in my cunt. Oh, it's so
wonderful. Fuck me, darling---I'm going to come."
And that was Jack's problem, the reason that he had not
already begun his motion. He knew that his orgasm was near and
that any serious stroking would trigger it. He was reluctant to
give up the pleasure of impalement in Kit's young body so quickly,
and so he lay on her with his penis at full depth in her vagina
while he made only the most subtle rotary motions as he stove to
walk the narrow path between further stimulation and climax.
But Kit was not to be denied. She began to rock her young
hips beneath him as she urged him to begin the motions of love.
"Jack, please---fuck me. Stroke my cunt with your prick, darling.
Please---I need it. You've got to fuck me---hurry, darling."
And he could not resist her pleas or his own desires. With a
little curse of desperation, Jack pulled his throbbing organ
almost out of Kit's little body and immediately plunged it back to
the full depth of her vagina in a thrust that was almost vicious.
Kit squealed in delight as her legs threshed uncontrollably.
"Oh, God---Jack, fuck me, fuck me! That's wonderful ..."
So close to the copulating pair that she could feel the heat
of their engagement, Carol's own arousal reached the verge of
culmination as she watched her daughter take the man's penis.
Carol's fingers were back at her own loins as one invaded her
vulva while a thumb rubbed her sensitive clitoris.
Jack plunged blindly in and out of Kit with a lack of finesse
that was unusual for him. He had given up on all the refinements
for this session; they would have to come later under more
controlled conditions. For the present he could only give way to
his basic needs and rut into this young girl's sweet vagina like
an inexperienced schoolboy ... And he would not have even this
crude but wonderful pleasure for long ...
Jack felt the beginning surges of his orgasm. "Kit, I'm
coming! I'm there! Oh, you sweet damn fuck ... take it---take my
come! I'm shootin'! Take my come up your pussy ..."
His words and the slashing organ in her tender body pushed
Kit over the brink. She closed her eyes and moaned unintelligibly
as saliva trickled out of her gasping mouth. "Go on, darling, I'm
with you. I'm coming! I'm coming! I feel your come shoot in me.
Oh, fill my cunt full. Fuck me, darling, always fuck me, fuck me
..."
And the third person in the room also reached orgasm as the
sensual words of the two people in front of her combined with the
efforts of her own fingers in her vagina to bring Carol a
culmination that was only slightly less intense than that found by
Kit and Jack. Carol's eyes stayed on the pumping penis in her
daughter's body as her own orgasm peaked and then began to
subside. She saw a little white gush of semen escape Kit's vulva
and run down the crease between her threshing buttocks. Carol
finally closed her eyes and sighed as she tried to stem her own
vaginal sensations by bringing her working fingers to a halt in
the liquid channel. But she could not close her ears to Kit's
passionate mewing, and Carol began to realize for the first time
what a sensual female her daughter was as she listened to Kit's
mumbled words.
"... so good. Jack, I never realized ... This time I felt it
when you came. I felt your come squirt out of your prick and into
my cunt. Maybe I felt it go in my womb---do you think that's
possible? I just know when I came it was perfect. Oh, fucking is
wonderful. Jack, darling, I want you to fuck me all the time."
The satisfied and exhausted man was a little surprised by
Kit's words as she squirmed gently beneath him. His shrunken
penis was still in her vagina, and he could feel the pool of semen
which now filled her femininity. "Kit ... baby, you sound like
you're seeing the light. You're right---fucking is good, but it's
not the whole story. I'll show you other things that'll really
blast you off. You'll see what I mean when I suck your cunt, and
you suck my prick ..."
His words made Kit's euphoria evaporate. She had been
enthralled by the exquisite sensations of her orgasm, but she was
by no means ready to abandon herself to these other lewd acts that
he seemed to be so interested in. If he insisted on those he
would have to do them with her mother, as the plan had specified
...
Her mother ... For the first time since the insertion of his
penis Kit thought about Carol. She turned questioning eyes to the
side and was both startled and embarrassed to see her mother lying
on the edge of the bed facing them ... Damn, she had seen the
whole thing---she had seen Jack's prick moving in and out of her
cunt, and she had heard the things that they said ... What a
thing for a girl's mother to see ...
Jack raised himself slightly off of Kit's reddened breasts as
he looked down into her moisture streaked face. "Kit ... honey,
you hear what I said? We can start some real loving now that
you're seeing things right. I knew you'd come around, baby---I
just wasn't sure how soon."
Kit turned away from her mother and looked up into Jack's
face. She realized that he had misunderstood her, that perhaps
for a moment she had misunderstood herself. She did enjoy his
love making, but those other things were still out of the
question. "Oh, Jack---I didn't mean ... I did enjoy you fucking
me, I admit it. But those other things ... darling, you agreed
that I wouldn't have to do them---that mother would take care of
that. Please, darling, you agreed ..."
Jack sighed as he pulled his shrunken organ from Kit's body
and rolled off of her to slump down between the two women. Damn,
for a minute he had thought ... "Okay, Kit, I'll stick to the
agreement; it's just that for a minute I thought you'd come out of
your damn shell. Beats me how you can enjoy fucking so much and
still be so damn backward about the rest. Well, like I said,
you'll come around ... umf!"
The man's little exclamation was caused by his surprise at
the feeling of a feminine hand again on his penis. Carol's orgasm
had been a relatively light one, and her sensitive libido was
ready for further action. She had intended to pause so that all
of them could wash and recuperate, but she suddenly found her hand
going instinctively to his male organ. Its condition was not
discouraging; it was not completely soft, and it began to twitch
and throb in response to her hand's skillful stroking. The shaft
was wet and sticky with the combined results of their orgasms, but
Carol had never been repulsed by male sperm ...
She squirmed closer to him and brought one lush breast
against his arm as her experienced hand began to work in earnest
on his deflated penis. Carol moved her face against his ear and
began to nibble on the lobe as she ran her tongue in the little
opening. "Jack---baby, I need a little attention from this sweet
prick of yours. He seems all worn out at the moment, but I'll put
him back in shape. Honey, if you want some more loving, I'll give
it to you. Anything you want. But remember, I want to come, too.
What do you want, honey? Want Carol to suck your prick again?"
Jack lay staring at the ceiling as he savored her expert
touch on his hardening penis and considered her offer. Well,
since Kit refused ... He rolled partially toward Carol, careful
not to interfere with her busy hand at his loins. "Okay, sweet,
you deserve some fun, too. But I don't want a blow job right now-
--I'll probably take a long time to come this quick after screwing
Kit. Tell you what---I think I'd like to bugger you. Can you
come from being fucked in the ass?"
Carol drew in a sharp breath; she had not quite expected
this. But it was part of the agreement, and she had no real
objection. The act was one that she had not performed in a long
time and it would probably hurt a little until she got used to it
again, but she should have no trouble reaching orgasm.
"Yes, Jack, I ... I usually can. You'll have to be easy with
me; I haven't done it in some time."
The man laughed as he felt his penis harden in her fingers.
"You know me, baby---old 'easy Jack'. I'll go slow as you want.
Probably couldn't come quick if I wanted to. Feel my prick? The
idea of fucking your asshole'd gettin' it stiff again."
Carol giggled. "I've noticed. I don't see how you can get
hard this quick. Jack, I believe you need two women to take care
of this prick you've got. I've never seen one just like it."
The man laughed. "Glad you appreciate real talent. If we
can just get this silly daughter of yours to see things the way
you do ..."
"She will. But right now just concentrate on me. I need it.
See what you've done?" Carol's question referred to the condition
of her vagina; her free hand had grasped one of his and led it to
the center of her sex. He needed no further urging; his
experienced fingers slipped into the wet channel and then found
the little knob of her clitoris.
Carol's beautiful hips jerked in an involuntary spasm as she
reacted to his touch. It felt good---very good. Her own hand
tightened on his penis and began a stroking action as it reached
almost full hardness. While her complimentary comment about his
sexual abilities had been mostly for his benefit, the fact
remained that he did seem to have a little extra something going
for him ...
Both participants were ready for more direct action. Carol's
mouth was still close to his ear as she lay beside him. "Honey, I
think you're ready, and I know I am. But I think we need
something on your prick if you're going to bugger me. It's still
slick with your come but that won't last when you put it in my
asshole. Have you got some Vaseline?"
Jack immediately saw the wisdom in Carol's remark and a
pleasant little extra feature occurred to him. He twisted
slightly to look at the young girl who lay, temporarily forgotten,
at his other side. "Kit, your mother's right, we should use a
lubricant. Get that jar out of the drawer in the table on your
side of the bed. How would you like to do the honors?"
Kit did not catch the full implication of his question as she
turned and raised up on one elbow to open the table drawer. She
rolled back toward the man and held the jar out to him. "Here,
Jack."
But he did not take it. He grinned as his hand continued to
stroke Carol's vagina while her hand pumped slowly on his now
erect penis. "Kit, baby---I asked how you'd like to do it---put
it on for us? You can rub it on my prick and in your mother's
asshole. Bet you've never done that before."
Kit experienced a strange feeling as she understood his lewd
request. She felt an initial stab of the expected reaction---
shame and embarrassment that he should ask such a vulgar thing.
But this response was rather quickly replaced by another one that
was more compatible with his plan. What would it be like to do
such a thing? She had already secretly begun to enjoy handling
his penis, and though the thought of handling her beautiful
mother's rectum was not appealing, there was an element of
curiosity involved that offset most of her reluctance. And,
besides, she had no real choice, short of causing a major argument
over a fairly small point ...
"Jack, I ... oh, you're terrible. You shouldn't ask me to do
such a thing. With my own mother ... for that matter, you
shouldn't want to do such a thing yourself. It's just not proper
..."
The man chuckled. "Well, I can agree with a little of that.
It's probably not proper. Of course there are people who seem to
think that no sex is proper. Fortunately they're losing control
of public standards. But, hell---at the moment I'm not worried
about public morality. What I want is to fuck Carol's butt, and I
want you to help me. Come on, honey, we're ready. Put some of
that on my prick, then I'll have your mother get up on her hands
and knees so you can get some up her asshole."
Kit flushed at his words, but she made no protest. She
removed the jar's lid, then hooked a dainty finger into the gray
substance and pulled out a glob which she quickly put on the head
of his penis. For a moment she felt her mother's hand on the
thick organ as Carol continued to stroke the base of it while Kit
smeared the head with the thick lubricant. But Carol moved her
hand away as Kit began to work down the shaft ...
"Okay, that's good. Now for Carol." Jack turned back to
look at the impatient blonde who lay at his side. "What do you
think? I believe you might as well just get in position for the
fuck. I'm gonna screw your butt dog fashion, so get on your hands
and knees and spread your cheeks. Kit can work the Vaseline up
your asshole. Okay?"
Carol's aroused body was more than ready. Even the
particular act he proposed, never among her favorite sexual
variations, now seemed highly attractive. "Yes, Jack---it's okay
with me. Just hurry---you've got me all worked up and I want your
prick up me."
The beautiful, mature woman moved gracefully to a position
near the center of the large bed as Jack and Kit moved slightly to
give her the room she needed. She knelt on spread knees, then,
with a smile at both of them, leaned forward so that her heavy,
swinging breasts brushed the bed as she rested on her elbows and
forearms. She wiggled slightly to find the most comfortable
position, then turned bright, excited eyes toward her pretty young
daughter.
"Alright, darling. Put the Vaseline in my asshole. Hurry,
baby, mother needs to be fucked."
Aroused rather than repulsed by the vulgarity of her mother's
words, Kit moved toward her exposed bottom and looked at the lush
buttocks. She had seen those buttocks before, under casual, non-
sexual circumstances, but this time they seemed to have an
entirely new significance, as did all of her mother's lush body.
Carol somehow now seemed to personify sex ... lustful, pleasurable
sex for sex's sake.
But another spectator grew impatient. Jack's voice disclosed
his own renewed passion. "Go on Kit, hurry. Got to get my prick
in her ..."
And suddenly Kit herself was anxious to perform her sensual
chore. She leaned over Carol's exposed bottom and separated the
firm white buttocks with one hand, bringing into view the rosy,
puckered little aperture that was her mother's anus. She stared
in fascination at the dainty orfice; it was the first rectum that
she had really ever seen ...
"Kit, baby---move. Her asshole is pretty, alright, but I got
a better use for it than just lookin' at it."
Jack's words prodded the young girl into motion. With almost
no remaining reluctance she brought her petroleum jelly smeared
fingers up to the crease between Carol's buttocks. She explored
the crevice briefly, then brought her fingers to the little anus
itself and began to gently force the greasy substance into the
little opening.
Kit felt her mother's hips quiver as her finger invaded the
entrance of the tight channel. The young girl was surprised by
her own stimulation; this act, which would ordinarily seem
perverted, now seemed perfectly natural. And interesting ...
But Kit's venture into this new sexual area was to be brief.
The sight of her attention to her mother's rectum was also a
powerful stimulant to the man who was already impatient ...
"Kit, move. Get away from her ass, I can't wait any longer
to fuck it. No---wait. Want you to take my prick and stick it
in. You can see how to do it better than we can. Hurry---take my
prick ..."
Kit's mind was in a daze compounded of sexual arousal and
surprise at her part in the activity. But she moved instinctively
to carry out his instructions; her hand went once more to his
crotch to grasp his now familiar penis while the fingers of her
other hand again spread her mother's buttocks to reveal the gray
little anus. And then Kit brought male and female together; as
Jack moved awkwardly on his knees to come closer to Carol's
waiting bottom Kit successfully guided the head of his penis to
the crinkled little opening that was her mother's rectum.
"There---there, Jack. It'll go in---push it in mother's ass.
Oh, damn ..." Kit's distraught words were spoken mostly to herself
as she realized that one of her hands had, seemingly on its own
initiative, gone to her own loins and invaded the still soaked
channel of her vagina. The fingers automatically sought out her
clitoris.
Kit's eyes were closed as she swayed on her spread knees on
the bed. She was only dimly aware of Jack's little shout as he
penetrated Carol's bottom; the young girl was almost overcome by
the evening's unprecedented combination of sex and alcohol. And
when her rubbing, plunging fingers brought on her orgasm the
combination proved to be too much. She blacked out as she pitched
forward on the bed in an erotic swoon. In a reflex action her
fingers continued to work in her little vagina as Jack and Carol
began to hunch and buck in their own efforts to find release ...
Chapter 2
"Good morning Mr. Ames."
"Good morning."
Jack glanced at the timeclock as he passed his secretary's
desk. Nearly ten ... damn, he thought, I ought to get here a
little earlier ... Well, hell---one of the few advantages of
owning a business these days was the privilege of setting your own
hours.
In his private office, Jack threw his briefcase on the desk
and his coat on the couch. He moved to the picture window behind
the desk and stared out into the back lot of his plumbing supply
business. A sixth sense, developed partly from his own experience
and partly inherited from his father, enabled Jack to feel the
status of his business from watching the activity in the lot. His
intuition was, in some ways, a more dependable guide than his
accountant's financial reports. The feeling that he got today was
a satisfactory one, but it did nothing to offset the nagging
conviction that had formed in his mind six months ago that he
would have to spend more time on his business if he expected
further growth. And he'd better keep his eye on that new
competitor on the south side ...
"Jack ..."
The feminine voice made him turn. His secretary smiled as
she approached him. Her approaches were always an event of
interest; at twenty two Nancy's development had peaked, both
literally and figuratively. The two most obvious peaks, and the
ones that had prompted Jack to hire her over a year ago, were now
somewhat restrained in the cups of a size 42 D brassiere.
The pretty brunette smiled as his eyes made his routine check
of her bosom. Nancy wore, as she always did, a snug blouse that
made his inspection both efficient and pleasurable.
"Jack, you never seem to get tired of them. Although I must
say that you haven't done much with them lately. Not since you
got so tied up with your girlfriend," Nancy pouted prettily. "I
ought to be jealous."
Jack grinned. He had a genuine affection for his secretary;
they understood each other perfectly and served each other's needs
well. Her lush body was always available to him, in the office or
at her apartment, and he had made considerable use of that
availability. In turn her pay was above average, and she also
valued the real friendship that had developed between them. Nancy
was perhaps the one person from whom Jack had no secrets. But he
had neglected her lately ...
"I know, baby. But since I started fucking Kit, and now her
mother, I just don't have quite as much left over as I used to.
Don't worry---I'm not gonna neglect you too much. Besides, I
doubt that you've been hard up ..."
The pretty brunette perched on the corner of his desk in a
pose that pulled her tan miniskirt up high enough to show a hint
of her panties. She was still smiling, but her tone was serious.
"Well, I won't say I haven't had any, but I really don't see
anybody much now. They all just seem to want to fuck me and
nothing else, and a girl gets tired of that. Well, not tired of
fucking, exactly, but even when you're not looking for a love
affair you like to at least sense a real friendship. I ... well,
I guess that's why I give my cunt and everything else to you---I
feel like we're friends." Nancy paused and suddenly blushed
slightly. "My God---what a way to be talking at this time of the
morning. I was beginning to sound like something out of a woman's
confession magazine, wasn't I? Don't mind me ..."
Jack put a hand on the soft but firm flesh of her thigh and
ran his fingers up into the intimate area between her legs just
below her panties. But, strangely, the caress was not a sensual
one. For once, his probing fingers managed to express his
feelings for the girl over and above his appreciation of her body.
Nancy seemed embarrassed by his disclosure. She suddenly
stood up and let her skirt fall as far as it would as she tried to
assume a businesslike air. "Well, if you're going to be here this
morning I have quite a stock of invoices that bookkeeping wants
you to initial. And Mrs. Evans is here about the job. Jean
Simpson is due in less than an hour. Do you want to see Mrs.
Evans now?"
The mention of the woman's name startled Jack; he had
forgotten about the appointments for interview that he had made
several days ago. His reaction was mixed; he was really not in
the mood for this sort of thing this morning. Still, an interview
of this kind had to be interesting ...
He looked up at Nancy. "She look okay?"
The girl nodded. "She's pretty. Has a good figure. She
should be okay if her attitude's right."
Jack flashed a grin up at his secretary as he fished in a
desk drawer for the file folder with the woman's application.
"Yeah, attitude---that's what keeps you from handling this job
yourself ..."
The expression that crossed the girl's face made him
instantly regret his remark. There was a suggestion of hurt
feelings and some anger in her voice. "Damn it, Jack, I don't
appreciate that. I made it clear a long time ago that my pussy
wasn't available to your damn customers. Sometimes you treat me
like a whore. Maybe I am, in a way, because I work for you and
let you fuck me. But I ... oh, hell, if you don't understand by
now you never will. I'll send Mrs. Evans in."
Nancy whirled and started for the door. Jack regretted his
remark, even though he felt it was obvious that he had made it
jokingly. "Wait a minute, damn it. Don't priss your little ass
out of here like that. Come here."
Jack made what was, for him, the considerable concession of
standing up and walking around his desk toward the hesitant young
brunette. He held out his arms end, after a moment during which
she looked at him accusingly through moist eyes, Nancy gave a
little sob and ran into his arms. She pressed her lush body
against him hungrily; he reacted, as always, to the sensual
pressure of her large breasts. His hands went around her waist
and slipped down to her soft buttocks.
"Oh, Jack ... don't pay any attention to me. I don't know
what's wrong with me today---I guess I'm just feeling sorry for
myself. Well, I'm menstruating, for one thing ... Anyway, I know
you were joking."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he stroked the cheeks of
her bottom. He was glad she had seen the light without a long
explanation of how much she meant to him---even though the
explanation would have been true. He was just not in the mood for
that sort of foolishness, at the moment ...
He pinched one buttock hard enough to make her squeal.
"Okay. Now, if you're straightened out, suppose you send Mrs.
Evans in. I hope to God she's not menstruating; I don't know of a
more useless thing than a menstruating woman ..."
Nancy had at least partially recovered her sense of humor.
She reached between their bodies and---pinched his soft penis
through his trousers. "You bastard. I hope she's menstruating so
much she's bleeding out of her mouth too. But I suppose you'd
just fuck her in the asshole, wouldn't you?"
But Nancy was smiling as she turned her face up for a kiss.
* * *
Jack dropped the application form into the file folder and
looked up at the pretty and obviously nervous woman seated in a
chair across from his desk.
"Well, Mrs. Evans. You have a good background; good enough
for a job as a regular secretary, I think. But this job is not an
ordinary one---you understand that, don't you?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. I'm not sure I understand the whole
situation, but your secretary did explain some of the ... features
of the job."
Jack smiled at the woman's delicate phrasing. In her late
twenties, she had the voluptuous figure that was a prerequirement
for his position. As he surveyed her he agreed with Nancy's
evaluation---she had the body if her attitude was right. Well,
hell---the sooner he established this the better.
He looked squarely at the woman. "Alright, I think we should
get down to cases. Let me lay it on the line. The real point of
this job is that it will involve keeping my customers, and
potential customers, happy. And---that means in bed. In short,
you'll have to fuck them, and do whatever else they might want, at
least within reason. Am I making it perfectly clear?"
The woman blushed beet red at his frank language. She stared
at him as though she hardly saw him, and Jack could sense her
mental turmoil. He felt a wave of impatience as he began to doubt
that this woman was really prepared for a job of this nature.
And, damn it, after being told in advance what the requirements
were ...
"Well, Mrs. Evans? I'm waiting for your reply."
The reply was not the one he expected. The nervous woman
made an obvious effort to pull herself together. "I ... yes, Mr.
Ames. I understand. You see, I have to have the job ... I have
to make as much as I can, and I haven't found anything else that
pays this much. I ... I can do what you want me to ..."
Jack studied the woman through skeptical eyes. He just did
not think she would go through with it; she was not the type.
Still, if she was desperate enough ...
"Mrs. Evans, you apparently have some rather compelling
reasons for taking this job. I don't want to pry into your
personal affairs, but I do need to judge your seriousness about
the whole thing. Frankly, I get the impression that you're here
only as a last resort, and that under normal circumstances you
wouldn't even consider a job like this. Am I right?"
The woman seemed to have recovered part of her composure as
she looked at him through clearer eyes. "Yes, you're right. I'm
glad it shows; it makes me feel a little better. But I guess it
really doesn't matter; I suppose all whores feel they have a good
excuse for being what they are. And that is what it amounts to,
isn't it? I will be a whore, won't I?"
Jack found himself puzzled and somewhat intrigued by the
woman's attitude. "That's a pretty harsh assessment, Mrs. Evans.
I don't think you have to be that hard on yourself ..."
The woman's smile was grim. "Oh, come on, be honest about
it. You want me to entertain men with my body---let them fuck me
and do whatever they want to me---and my inducement to do this is
money. A little more money than I can make at a regular job.
Well, it means that I'm selling my cunt for money ... and a woman
who does that is a whore, isn't she? Oh, maybe I can consider
myself one cut above the woman who lets her customers fuck her in
alleys behind bars, if that's any satisfaction ..."
Jack found himself increasingly curious about this pretty
woman who was obviously engaged in a gigantic struggle with
herself. "Mrs. Evans ... I get the feeling that you've got some
good reason for wanting the extra money. Want to tell me about
it? It might help us both for me to understand the situation ..."
The woman shrugged with a motion that made her breasts
bounce. "There's not much to tell. It's a pretty typical
situation, I guess ... three kids, some doctor bills coming up on
one of them, and an ex-husband who won't put in a cent. Oh, I
don't want to talk about that. The job---are you going to hire
me?"
The question brought Jack's mind back to the practical
aspects of the moment. He had about made up his mind that the
woman was not suitable, but her story had made him partially
change his mind. And she was a damn sexy woman ...
"Well, we're not quite that far along yet. If you're sure
you want it, and that you understand clearly what's involved, then
the next step is to see how well qualified you are."
The woman looked at him blankly for a moment, then flushed as
she understood his meaning. "You mean you want to fuck me, is
that it? I believe in second rate novels they call it 'sampling
the merchandise' ..."
Jack could not restrain a grin. "Well, if you want to put it
that way. I'm sure you can understand my point of view---since
this is a customer-relation kind of thing I have to be sure that
the relations that my customers get will make the right impression
..."
The woman was not amused by his weak little joke. She sat
with nervous hands twisting in her lap as she looked at him
without speaking. Jack could sense that the final round of the
battle with her conscience was now taking place. He also knew
what the outcome would be.
Her voice was low and her tone indicated a sense of defeat
when she finally spoke. "Alright. I'd already made up my mind
before I came here; I don't know why I make it harder by going
through the whole thing again. I just don't have any choice---
that's all there is to it. I ... you can fuck, or whatever you
want to do." She paused and looked around the office. "Are we
going to do it here?"
Jack was pleased by her submission and also more interested
in sex with her than he had realized. Three kids ... her body
failed to show it.
"Right here, this time. It's not the best place in the
world, but I've had some good pussy on that couch."
The woman stared at the somewhat worn leather couch at one
side of the room. "I can imagine. Well, do you want me to
undress?"
Jack chuckled as he felt his penis twitch at the prospect of
seeing her nude body. "It's best that way. You might open the
door and tell my secretary not to bother us before you undress."
The woman looked at him, and then at the intercom system on
his desk. She was perceptive enough to understand that his
request was part of his effort to condition her to the environment
in which she would be operating. Without speaking she rose and
moved to the door, giving Jack his best look yet at her supple
body. The look confirmed his original impression that she was
properly equipped for her new position ...
Her words startled Jack as she pulled the heavy door open and
spoke to Nancy in the outer office. "Miss ... Mr. Ames wants not
to be disturbed. He's going to fuck me."
Jack roared as the pretty woman closed the door and turned to
face him. But the woman did not share his laughter as she looked
at him with a serious expression. "Alright, Mr. Ames. Do you
want me to undress now?"
Jack was still chuckling as he got to his feet and walked
over to the standing woman. "In a minute. I want to feel you a
little bit before you take your clothes off."
He moved to her side and ran his eyes down her full figure as
he evaluated her body and the way she wore her clothes. He would
get a better look at her body when she was nude, but his customers
would from their first impression of her while she was fully
dressed ...
He could see no objection to the initial impression that she
made. He knew from her application form that she was twenty eight
years old, but neither her age nor the three children that she had
borne seemed to have had any adverse effects on her figure. Her
breasts were large and firmly outhrust, her waist was trim, and
her hips were softly rounded. He moved a hand up to her bosom and
put his fingers lightly on the firm flesh. As he began to caress
one breast through her clothes he put the other hand down on a
firm buttock and squeezed that enticing flesh.
As he began to fondle the woman Jack stared into her face.
Her eyes avoided his for a moment, then she seemed to realize that
this was all a part of her test and she forced herself to look at
him and smile. Some genuine amusement spread into her smile as
she realized that her thoughts had been an open book to him. And
his hands did feel good; her experiences with men had been too few
and far between lately ...
Jack abandoned her bottom and moved around in front of the
standing woman. He brought both hands to the mounds of her
breasts for a moment, then stepped back slightly. "Well, Mrs.
Evans---Dora, isn't it? Now suppose you undress." He looked at
his watch. "Hell, we don't have time. I was going to ask for a
nice, slow strip, but I have another appointment coming up, so
we'll have to hurry this a little. Pretty uncivilized to rush
sex, isn't it?"
The woman's mind seemed to be on something other than the
need to hurry. She had seen the young girl waiting in the outer
office and she knew that the girl's youth would make her a
formidable competitor. Dora Evans decided that she had best cinch
this job while she had the chance.
And so her reluctance gave way to a sensuality that was
almost aggressive. She moved toward Jack and looked into his eyes
while one of her hands went to the crotch of his trousers and
began to pet the modest bulge she found there.
"I feel something nice. It's not very big yet, but I can
take care of that. I bet you have a nice prick, Mr. Ames. I know
my cunt's going to enjoy it."
The woman's words surprised Jack; they represented an almost
complete reversal of her previous attitude. Well, whatever the
reason, the change was welcome. And effective; she felt his penis
surge under her touch.
Dora leaned forward to bring her face to Jack's. Her little
pink tongue flicked out and ran lightly over his closed lips. His
reaction was a little slow; by the time his mouth opened to
capture her working tongue she backed off with a little pleased
laugh. "Well, Mr. Ames, looks like I do get to you a little.
Frankly, it makes me feel good. I haven't been with many men
lately, but I guess that will change now, won't it?"
Jack made no answer as he watched her fingers make fast work
of the fasteners on her clothes. In a moment her dress was on the
floor around her ankles, and as she stepped out of it he noticed
that even the heavy brassiere she wore could not entirely calm the
motion of her large breasts when she moved. In his self chosen
role of connoisseur of the feminine bosom Jack found himself
anxious to see her breasts nude.
And his attention did not go unnoticed by Dora. "Well, I can
see you like them. I think most men do; even my husband, who
seemed to lose most of his interest in me, never seemed to quite
get over them. Maybe if I take my bra off you can see why ..."
The woman reached behind her back for the catches. In a
moment the bra was loose on her chest, but the cups were still
smugly encased around their soft contents.
The woman wore a pleased smile as she bent forward and worked
the cups off of her breasts with both hands. Finally she let the
bra fall to the floor with her dress. When she straightened up
her hands held the heavy mounds in a gesture that was
simultaneously protective and provocative
Then the protective element faded as her hands began to
fondle the big globes in a manner that was frankly erotic. Jack
could see her nipples harden under the action of her own fingers
...
He drew a deep breath and shifted slightly as his erect penis
became uncomfortably cramped in the confinement of his trousers.
"You've got me pretty worked up, and my pants are getting a little
tight. How about helping me out? After all, it's your fault ..."
The woman laughed softly. "I guess it is, isn't it? Okay,
I'll see what I can do. Your prick felt good while ago when it
wasn't even hard ..." The pretty, mature woman paused and looked
up into his face. "You know, it's funny ... I never have used
language like this before. These words, I mean---even to my
husband. But I guess if I'm going to do the things it won't hurt
much more to talk about them will it?"
Jack's arousal precluded much interest in philosophical
questions. "I wouldn't think so. But right now let's concentrate
on my prick. Wouldn't want him to choke to death."
Dora laughed again. "No, that's no way for a prick to die.
Of course he may drown in my cunt. It's already wet ... Here,
let me see ... She was standing close to him now, nude except for
brief panties, garter belt and hose. Both of her small hands went
to Jack's bulge for a momeet, then she attacked his zipper and in
another moment she had his erect penis out of his clothes and was
rolling it gently in her hands.
"My .. . Mr. Ames, it is nice. It's funny---I never thought
of a man's penis before quite the way I'm thinking about yours.
Maybe I've got a different outlook about it now that I'm going to
... to fuck for money. Or maybe I just haven't had enough lately,
I don't know ... anyway, your penis ... prick seems nice. Awfully
nice. And from the way it feels I think it's a little interested
in me, too ..."
Jack's hands were back on her nude breasts as she fondled his
penis. "More than just a little. You've got me hot as hell.
Tell you what---you slip your panties off while I strip. We can
play another time---right now I need action. But first give it a
little kiss. My prick likes to be kissed. Then we'll fuck."
His words made the woman stiffen, but in his arousal Jack did
not notice it. His request that she kiss his penis was, under the
circumstances, not surprising, and Dora recognized this.
Nevertheless, the request did trigger a fresh wave of anxiety and
doubt. She stalled, holding his penis in both hands as she looked
down at the hard shaft. Damn, why did she have to be so sensitive
about this particular thing? It was an act which she had enjoyed
and at which she had been highly proficient in the early days of
her marriage. She had known, at least subconsciously, that it
would be part of the required repertoire for this job, but
apparently she had never really come to grips with that fact
during her tortured decision making processes. Well, she was face
to face with it now, and there could be no further avoidance of
the issue. And, hell---morally what was the difference whether
she took a man's penis in her vagina or her mouth?
She felt Jack's hands leave her breasts and go to her
shoulders to exert a gentle but firm downward pressure. "Go on,
baby. Suck it for a minute, then we'll fuck on the couch. I'm
not gonna come in your mouth this time. Hurry up ..."
The trance like feeling that she had overcome earlier
enveloped Dora again as she allowed herself to sink to her knees
in front of him. She looked again at his penis, now immediately
in front of her face; and tried to steel herself for the coming
ordeal. She felt his fingers in her hair behind her head and she
knew that they would exert a pressure if she did not quickly
accept his penis.
She stared at the organ as one of her hands continued to
grasp its base. Her hesitation was not based on a physical
repugnance; on the contrary she had, in the past, found this act
to be a particularly satisfying one. But that had been with her
husband, during the happy part of their marriage. This penis
belonged to a man whom she did not really even know, much less
have any real feeling for. And yet it had to be done ...
"Dora, baby ... come on, honey. Give it a nice little suck.
Then I want your cunt ..."
The woman closed her eyes and forced her head forward. She
felt the head of his organ brush her lips, and she instinctively
turned her head to avoid the contact. In an effort to conceal her
feelings she rubbed the hard and yet velvet surface of Jack's
penis on her cheek as she reached again into his trousers and
withdrew the wrinkled sac of his testicles.
Dora continued to rub his erection on her cheek as her other
hand fondled the mounds in the loose sac she held. She did feel a
little of the old physical reaction that her husband's penis had
given her, but she also sensed that her response in this would,
and could, go no farther. And yet she would have to make herself
do it ...
She felt his hands in her hair begin to turn her face back
squarely toward his loins. Again the head of his hardness rubbed
over her lips, and again she could not bring herself to open those
lips ...
"Come on, honey. What gives? You having some second
thoughts? Sorry, baby, but you've got to suck my prick, and
others, if you want this job ..."
His words were the expected ones. Hell, the decision had
been made, and her stalling now was only making it worse ... Dora
stifled a sob and forced her reluctant lips to open and spread
around the head of the throbbing organ.
Jack sighed in pleasure as he felt her acceptance of his
penis in her warm, wet mouth. His physical arousal prevented any
subtle awareness of the nuances of that acceptance, and he rather
roughly hunched forward to thrust more of his shaft into the
woman's mouth.
Dora's eyes were still closed as she felt his penis penetrate
her mouth and make contact with the back of her throat. She began
to gag; she had never been able to take a penis this far into her
mouth without problems. But she made an honest effort; her tongue
and lips caressed the hard shaft and she tried to begin a series
of short bobbing motions with her head to move her mouth on his
penis in a simulation of the strokes of love.
And her effort might have been successful, but Jack
inadvertently killed the chances when his passion got the best of
him. His body began to tremble and his fingers tangled in her
hair as she heard him mumble far above her working head. "Baby,
I'm gettin' too close. Didn't mean to come this way, but ...
Honey, I got to finish---I'm gonna come in your mouth. Suck it,
baby---suck my prick. Damn ..."
But his words had an unexpected effect on the woman on her
knees before him with his penis in her reluctant mouth. She would
not---could not---permit him to climax in her mouth. He had asked
her to suck his organ only as a prelude to conventional sex, and
now he was changing the ground rules in the middle of the game.
She would not do it---she could not make herself do it. It was
beside the point to tell herself that she had already agreed to do
it, that this was no worse than it would be later on with the
clients. And the fact that she already had his penis in her mouth
meant nothing. The simple fact was that she could not take his
ejaculation in her mouth ...
Dora rocked slowly back on her knees and let his throbbing
penis slip out of her mouth. One of her hands was still on it as
she turned her wet face up to look at him. "I ... Mr. Ames, I'm
sorry. I just ... I can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't.
I'm sorry ..."
Anger flooded over Jack as his lust saturated brain finally
understood her refusal. Damn prick teaser---get him all worked up
and then back out ...
But the tears in her eyes as she knelt in front of him and
looked up with anguish in her face erased part of his anger. He
sensed that she had made a sincere effort to go through with it.
But effort was not enough; he needed release. Hell ...
The nude woman struggled to her feet as tears streamed down
her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have come here, but I
thought ... I'm just not the right person for the job, Mr. Ames."
Her wet eyes went to his waving, painfully hard erection. "I ...
I'll make you come with my hand, if you want me to. But that's
all I can do---I'm sorry."
Jack considered her offer briefly, but he wanted more than
manual stimulation. Then suddenly he thought of the other
applicant waiting for her interview. A young girl---perhaps not
as inhibited as this woman ...
"Never mind, Mrs. Evans. I understand; no hard feelings.
But I do have a little problem, and maybe the other girl can help
me with it. I wonder if you'd mind gathering up your clothes and
going into that room to dress." He pointed to the door to an
adjoining office that was vacant at the moment. "I imagine that
you agree that there's not much else to discuss ..."
The woman nodded as she stooped to pick up her clothes. She
seemed to feel a little better, and she realized that her decision
had restored at least a part of her self---respect. Dora Evans
managed a small smile as she turned to leave the room with her
clothes in her arms. "I agree, Mr. Ames. No hard feelings here,
either." She had to repress a giggle at the sight of the man
standing fully dressed but with his erect penis and testicles
exposed. "I hope the other girl takes care of you ..." She
opened the door and was gone.
Jack stared stupidly at the door for a moment, then absently
rubbed his penis with one hand as he moved to his desk and leaned
over to punch the intercom. "Nancy---is the girl out there?
Okay, send her in. What? No---Mrs. Evans is not suitable.
She'll be leaving through the other office. Nancy---this kid look
okay? I don't want another dry run ... Good. Alright, have her
come in. What's her name? Yeah ... okay."
Jack clicked the intercom off and then faced the door, still
leaning on his desk. A vague thought that he probably presented a
ludicrous sight with his prick and balls hanging out crossed his
mind, but he didn't give a damn. The other broad had worked him
up to the point that nothing mattered except to get his rocks off
in a female some way or another ...
Jack was suddenly aware that he was staring at a cute
miniskirted young girl who was in turn staring at him with wide
eyes. She recovered first; a peal of feminine laughter came from
the almost tiny blonde. "Mr. Ames, you ... you look like you're
in bad shape. Did the other doll leave you like that? Damn---
your pick looks like it's ready to pop. And that's okay with me
as long as it pops in my pussy. Boy---I knew this job involved
fucking, but I didn't know it would start out like this. Well, I
can't think of a better way to start ..."
Jack grinned at the girl. She was obviously the answer to
his present problem, and very likely the girl for the job. She
was extremely young, but a quick survey of her small body showed
no deficiencies. And, most important, her attitude seemed to be
right ...
"Glad to hear you talk like that, Jean. Jean Simpson, isn't
it? I have got a little problem here. Think you can solve it for
me? We can take care of the other part of the interview
afterward. How about just coming on over here ..."
The young girl did not have to be coaxed. With an expression
that seemed to include about equal parts of amusement, curiosity,
and simple lust, she moved close to him as he continued to lean
back against the edge of his desk. Her eyes were on his penis,
and she reached out and touched the end of it with the tip of one
finger. The touch was mild but somehow tremendously suggestive,
and Jack felt his arousal escalate another notch. Damn, he'd
shoot on the carpet yet if he wasn't careful ...
The girl rubbed the little orifice in the tip of his organ
for a moment, then raised the finger so that they could both see
the glistening wetness that it had acquired. Then she brought the
finger to her lips and into her mouth as she savored the fluid
from his penis. The gesture was simple bait erotic and made Jack
cup her cheeks in his hands as she slowly pulled her finger out of
her mouth and smiled at him.
He grinned back, feeling slightly foolish but not caring.
This girl, who looked like she should be in school instead of in
his office teasing his penis, was exactly what he needed at the
moment ...
"Jean ... Jean, I guess this is a little abrupt, but I want
to fuck you. Right now. We'll get to details later; in any case
you won't regret it. Sound okay to you?"
The girl smiled and nodded. "It's okay with me, Mr. Ames. I
knew this was a fuck job, although I didn't know it would start
exactly like this. But I'm all for it." She paused and looked
around the room. "How do you want me? Want me to kneel down and
suck you off right there?"
Jack considered the offer, which was attractive but somehow
not exactly what he wanted at the moment. What did he want ... ?
His eyes fell on a low, straight chair by his desk. "Jean---
we'll make this a quickie and take a good slow fuck later. Pull
your skirt up and take your panties off and lean over that chair--
-I think the arms are about the right height. Or maybe you'll
want to put your elbows and forearms on the seat. Anyway, I'll
fuck you from behind, dog fashion. I mean your cunt, not your
asshole. We'll get to that later, but right now I don't want to
take the time to go slow, and all that. Sound okay?"
The young girl smiled up at him as she again reached for his
penis, this time to capture it in the full grip of both of her
small hands. She began to rotate it gently between her palms as
she started a simultaneous stroking motion. "Sounds okay to me.
To tell the truth, I sat outside thinking about you fucking that
other broad in here and I got hot as hell. I bet my panties are
soaked. I'm glad I've got a juicy cunt, but there are times ..."
"Yeah, I know. Right now I'm about to have a juicy prick."
Jack's hands covered the girl's and stilled their motion on his
penis. "No more of that, baby---I'm too close. Come on, slip
your panties off and bend over that chair---I want to fuck."
The girl giggled as she complied. Small and blonde, the girl
seemed to be no older than about seventeen. But her body was
complete, and Jack, usually a devotee of lushness in the female
figure, found himself intrigued by the girl's petite build.
But he was really too aroused to appreciate the subtleties of
the feminine body at the moment. He needed relief, and almost any
woman who was reasonably attractive would seine his immediate
needs ...
The girl moved quickly as she sensed that this was not the
time for delay. She raised her miniskirt high enough to slip off
her bikini panties, and she continued to hold the skirt above her
pubic mound after the panties were on the floor.
"Like me? I'm not a real blonde, as you can see. I'll dye
my cunt hair if you want me to, but I won't bleach it. I have a
girl friend who tried that, and she got so sore she couldn't fuck
for two weeks. I don't think you'd want that to happen to me.
"No, I wouldn't. Jean, baby---less yaking and more fucking,
huh? Come on, honey, over the chair ..."
The girl laughed again as she bent over the chair that Jack
indicated. Immediately he saw that the position was unworkable;
the girl was so small that their heights were incompatible for
what was, essentially, a standing position ...
"Damn. Won't work, honey." Jack looked around the room and
then back at the chair. "Come on, you're gonna sit on my prick.
You like to do that?"
The girl watched him as he quickly sat down on the chair and
stretched out so that his body was almost in a straight line.
Jack was still fully dressed except for his genital exposure, but
the sight was no longer funny to the girl because her own growing
arousal made sexual relief an increasing necessity for her, too
...
"Okay, sweet---straddle me and sit on my prick. Glad your
cunt is wet, because I don't intend to fuck around---or maybe
that's exactly what I am gonna do. That's it ... comfortable?
Let your cunt down on my prick. You hold it and guide it. Easy
... God, baby, don't try to bend it. It's so hard it's brittle--
-you'll break it off ..."
The young girl was now on top of Jack with her legs spread
across his as she reached under her crotch to grasp his penis and
hold it in position. "If it does break off can I have it? I'll
just put it up my pussy and leave it there. The best dildo yet
... oh, God---that feels good. Honey, you sure fill my cunt. I
think it's coming up my throat ..."
Jack did not answer the eager girl. His eyes were closed as
he savored the entry of his penis into her tight sheath. He knew
that his pleasure would be brief, and he hesitated to begin a
stroking motion ...
But the girl was not hesitant. Her own arousal demanded
relief, and she paused only briefly after the initial penetration
before she began to move her loins in a stroking motion that
caused her tight vagina to move sensuously over the length of his
shaft. Her position was awkward and somewhat uncomfortable, but
the results were more than satisfactory for both of them.
And then, unexpectedly, her movement ceased. Jack opened
startled eyes and finally made them focus on the girl's smiling
but intent face.
"What the hell, baby? Don't stop humping now ..."
Jean leaned forward and kissed him lightly without resuming
her motion. "I will, lover---I need this fuck as bad as you do.
I need the job, too---I am hired, aren't I?"
In spite of himself Jack had to grin. "You little prick
teaser. Yes, damn it, you've got the job---provided you get that
little cunt back to work and make me come before I change my mind
..."
Her hips were already ill motion again. "No problem, lover.
You just stay still and let little Jean fuck that big prick of
yours. If you don't like the way I make you come I won't take the
job ..."
The girl was hired.
Chapter 3
Carol was silent as she stared at her son-in-law. His
request had caught her by surprise; she had not been prepared for
the sort of thing that he asked of her. And she had very little
choice; if she objected it could cause serious problems just as he
and Kit were leaving on their honeymoon ...
Jack looked up from the bar at the lovely woman who was his
wife's mother. "You're not very responsive, Carol. I had hoped
you wouldn't object---you have to understand that I'm asking you
to do it only because it is sort of an emergency. The girls that
I usually use for this kind of thing are not available tonight for
one reason or another. Hell, I hired a girl permanently a couple
of days ago to take care of my customers but she's already booked
up for tonight. These two just came in unexpectedly and I didn't
have a chance to make any plans. But they represent an outfit
that builds apartments in six states and I can't afford to lose
their business. Carol, darling, l don't like to ask you, but l
just don't have any alternative. I want you to understand that
..."
Carol sighed; she knew that he knew that she could not
refuse. It was this, as much as anything that she resented.
"Jack, I ... well, I want to be cooperative, but I'm not used to
things like this. What ... I mean, what exactly would they
expect?"
Jack laughed in a way that seemed almost humorless as he
searched beneath the bar for ice. "Damn, I thought sure we had
ice ... Well, hell ... sometimes you're more naive than Kit.
They expect sex, of course. I don't know their detailed
preferences, but your abilities should be varied enough to handle
the situation. They may not want anything but straight fucking.
I'm sorry I haven't got another girl to send with you, but that's
the way it is. I don't feel like asking Kit to go, right before
we start our honeymoon. I'm sure you can understand that ..."
Carol found herself increasingly shocked at his casual
manner. It had never occurred to her that he would ask such a
thing even of her. Now he had implied that only special
circumstances prevented him from considering his wife for such a
task. Damn, she had known Jack was pretty far out in his sexual
thinking, but this was more than she had bargained for ... Had
she made a mistake when she had conceived this whole plan, this
arrangement under which she as well as Kit was available
physically to this man? Certainly she had never dreamed that he
would consider his privileges transferable to his business
customers ...
But the issue was never really in doubt, and they both knew
it. Jack smiled confidently as he tossed off the rest of his
drink and picked up a little pad from a shelf behind the
apartment's tiny bar. He scribbled on the paper for a moment,
then tore off a sheet and held it toward Carol. "Better take this
so there won't be any foul-up. And don't be late; you've got less
than an hour ..."
* * *
Carol's mind was still angry and confused as she spotted the
motel two blocks ahead. She slowed the new Thunderbird in an
unconscious effort to delay her arrival as much as possible and
was rewarded by an impatient horn blast behind her. But she was
not even aware of the other driver; her thoughts were focused
grimly on her present situation and the larger implications that
it brought up. It was probably true that Jack would not have
asked this of her under normal circumstances, at least not quite
this soon, but the whole thing made his basic outlook
uncomfortably clear. Carol's desire for Jack and Kit's marriage,
so strong a few weeks ago, now began to seem like a possibly
monumental miscalculation. And yet she could not afford to
question the whole situation so soon ... Besides, maybe this was
an exception ...
Carol was startled by the realization that she had already
entered the motel grounds. She stared dumbly at the crowd of
children at one of the motel's two pools, then turned her face
away from the noisy group with the realization that it would be
best not to be recognized. She drove past the pool into an area
that was growing dark in the gathering dusk and stopped the car to
fish nervously in her purse for the slip of paper Jack had given
her. She found it and looked at the number on it, then up at the
nearest room number.
Carol let out a little startled cry as the ground's lighting
system came on and destroyed the slight sense of privacy she had
felt in the gloom. She lurched the car forward as she tried to
decipher the room numbering system ...
Carol crossed her legs and watched the men's eyes go to the
flesh of her thighs, which was shown to advantage by her
miniskirt. The subject of their interest was obvious, but at
least they were younger and less unattractive than the mental
image she had had ... And they seemed to be pleased by her
appearance.
The youngest, a man apparently under forty and with only a
hint of a paunch, spoke in a voice that was obviously intended to
put their pretty visitor at ease. "Well Carol, I'm glad it worked
out this way. I ... well, I have to say that I wasn't too happy
when Jack told me he was sending his mother-in-law, but I had no
idea that his wife had such a lovely mother. Jack's wife must be
awfully young ..."
The other man, who seemed to be about fifty and had lost most
of his hair, laughed a little too loudly. "Yeah, she probably is
pretty young." He grinned at the younger man. "We'll probably
get to find out sooner or later; Ames hinted that he'd have sent
her this time except they were leaving on their honeymoon. How
'bout that? We'll probably get to fuck his wife later on. And
right now his mother-in-law, of all people, looks like a pretty
good piece of ass to me ..."
Carol sucked in a sharp breath as the import of their words
hit her. Not only were the men as crude as she had first feared,
but Jack's unwarranted frankness with them held grim implications
for the future ...
"... hear me, baby? I asked you if your daughter is a good
fuck. I bet she is if she's got a body like yours. Say does Jack
fuck you too? I bet he does, from the way he talked. What about
it, honey?"
Carol looked blankly at the men, appalled by their
unnecessary vulgarity. Damn them, they didn't have to talk this
way ...
But even the younger man's conversation was suddenly lewd.
"Hey, Charley---you know what? I bet we could have a party and
fuck both of 'em at once. Mother and daughter at the same time---
on the same bed so everybody can watch everybody fuck. How 'bout
that? You ever done anything like that?"
The older man grinned as his eyes stayed on Carol's legs.
"Yeah, a long time ago. Stayed in a hotel in Miami where this
maid sneaked her daughter in for the men. Only charged five
bucks, and the two of 'em would do anything you wanted. Used to
have one suck my prick while the other stuck her tongue up my ass
... then I'd fuck one and have the other one suck my come out of
her pussy." He paused and seemed to consider. "Course a dollar
was worth something in those days ..."
The younger man laughed. "Yeah, prices have gone up quite a
bit since World War One. But, what the hell---this fucking won't
cost us a thing." Then he turned back to Carol. "Hey, baby, you
never did answer the question. Does Jack fuck you?"
Carol stared at him as she tried to keep her feelings from
showing. She was mad, but Jack was the real culprit, and it would
only make things worse to antagonize these men. "Let's not worry
about other people; let's just think about what we're going to do.
What do you boys like?"
Neither man pressed the question. The older man, who seemed
to be his companion's superior, chuckled as his eyes continued to
rove over Carol's figure. He seldom looked at her face. "Well
now, honey, we're not too particular. We do like variety. What
you got to offer?"
Carol made herself continue the preposterous conversation as
the thought struck her that this was probably the standard whore--
-customer routine. Well, why not? There was no other way to
accurately classify her function here ... and for that matter
maybe she had really made a whore out of herself when she made the
deal with Jack in the first place. Certainly he seemed to see it
in that light ...
The younger man seemed displeased. "Carol, you got a hell of
a habit of ignoring somebody when they talk to you. Charley asked
you a question, and you just sit there."
"Sorry. I ... my mind's kind of wandering, I guess. This is
the first time I ... I've done anything like this, and I'm a
little nervous."
The older man spoke. "Yeah, I think that's the truth, Andy.
Don't bitch at her; I think Carol's gonna be real sweet to us.
That right, honey?"
"That's right. You won't have any complaints." Carol had
suddenly decided to cooperate fully and get this distasteful
episode over as quickly as possible. Then she would have a chance
to reevaluate the whole situation, but in the meantime she could
not afford to make any hasty decisions. And, since it had to be
done, she might as well make it as pleasant as possible for the
men and herself. It had been a long time since she had dealt with
two men at once ...
Carol decided to get the activities underway. "Well, boys,
maybe you'd like to see what Jack's giving you. Would you like me
to undress?" Both men grinned. "Hell yes. I'm ready to fuck.
Let's get this show on the road." The younger man turned to his
associate. "How you want to work it, Charley? You want me to go
in the other room to start with?"
The older man seemed disgusted. "Not unless you're bashful
about the way you fuck. I'm sure as hell not. Let's have the
little lady undress and play with us a little, then we'll decide
what to do. My problem is that I'm at the stage where I can't
usually come but once a night, so I don't wanna waste it. At your
age you oughta be good for three comes, anyway."
The other man grinned. "Usually. Except with my wife. You
know, it's a funny thing---Barbara can get me hot the first time
as quick as any female in the country, but I've got to where I can
hardly even fuck her twice. But when I've got a broad like Carol,
I can usually screw her three times, and maybe more. It's hard to
figure---I guess it's just that a man gets so used to his wife.
Hell, I hope I don't get to where I have trouble fuckin' her the
first time ..."
Charley smiled faintly, but he seemed to have little real
interest in his companion's marital situation. His eyes were
still locked on Carol, and now he beckoned to her. "Come on,
baby---let's see what you got. I can already see it's gonna be
good ..."
Carol felt a slight sense of relief as she stood up and
prepared to undress for the men. She did not want to expose her
body to them, but since it had to be done there was a certain
secondary satisfaction in the activity involved. It seemed easier
than just sitting there subject to their lewd looks and remarks
...
Carol wore a smart, low cut minisheath. She pivoted to let
them see her back and bottom, then reached behind herself to pull
the dress' zipper while her back was to them. She heard a mild
exclamation from one of them as the plunging "V" of her bare skin
revealed by the opening fastener showed that she had bothered with
neither bra nor panties.
"Hot Damn! I thought from the way her tits wiggled she
didn't have on no bra. You know, I made Barbara go to a dance
without a bra awhile back, but nothing much happened. I guess her
tits are a little too small to bounce the way Carol's do under her
dress. Turn around, honey, and let's have a squint at those books
..."
Carol worked the dress off her shoulders as she pivoted. She
could not help but be pleased at the obvious impact of her nude
breasts on the two men as she faced them squarely. "There they
are, boys. I hope you like them---sometimes I worry that they're
too big ..."
As she teased them Carol brought her hands up to cup the
heavy mounds. She began to fondle and knead the firm flesh as she
watched the men's reaction. Finally her fingers moved to her pink
nipples and quickly completed their arousal; in a minute the
little buds were erect and sensitive even to her gentle touch.
"There---my nipples are hard. Can you tell from there? It's a
shame that a girl has to play with her own tits to get her nipples
hard. But I guess some men just aren't interested in a girl's
books ..."
Charley grinned at Carol's teasing. "Yeah, you are havin' a
hard time, sweetheart. Tell you what---suppose you march that
little ass of yours over here and we'll see what we can do. Maybe
we can help you a little."
Carol pretended to hesitate, then she walked slowly to the
couch on which they both sat. She moved in between the couch and
the coffee table which was now covered with glasses and beer cans
and came to a halt between the two men. Her hands were still on
her breasts, and she rubbed her hard nipples again and then once
more cupped the heavy mounds in her palms and held them out toward
the men.
"Here---I've done all I can with them. It's up to you now to
make them feel better ..."
The men seemed willing to accept their responsibility. Each
took a breast and began to fondle it with eager hands. Their
eagerness was, in fact, a little too pronounced. "Oh! Boys ...
be gentle. Don't maul them. Titties should be handled gently.
There ... that's better. Oh, that feels good. Do you like my
boobies?"
Carol got no verbal answer; both men had been seized with a
simultaneous desire to sample her breasts orally. The sight of
the beautiful, mature woman standing before the two seated men
while they sucked her nipples like hungry infants might have had
humorous overtones to a disinterested spectator, but these three
people involved were far from disinterested. The libido of all
concerned was responding wildly to the sensual situation ...
Carol was no less affected than the men. She closed her eyes
and rolled her pretty blonde head back while her hands went to the
heads of the men to press their working mouths even more firmly to
her sensitive bosom. "Oh, God ... that feels good. I like to
have my tits sucked---and it's good to have them both sucked at
once ..."
But the men, enthralled as they were by the lush bosom, had
other things in mind. The older man was the first to draw his
face away from Carol's wet breast. "Okay, Carol, we've worked on
you---now you work on us. Drop down here between us and get our
pricks out. We'll show you what we're gonna give you."
Carol was more than willing. She had accomplished the
considerable task of putting all of her doubts and fears out of
her mind for the time being, and this left the pleasant subject of
physical gratification as her only current concern.
And the sex organs of the two men were vital to the
gratification. Carol's eyes were wide with expectation as she
sank to her knees between the men and reached for the interesting
bulges which were visible in the trousers of each. Her soft
fingers closed on the bulges and she found herself pleased by the
conditions that the bulges represented.
"Oh gee! I think you both have lovely pricks. They feel so
nice---they're hard already, and I haven't even got them out yet.
But I will ..."
The aroused woman quickly pulled the zippers on the men's
trousers. Then, as she kneeled between them, her hands went into
their clothes and found both organs of pleasure. She grasped them
firmly and began to squeeze and pump them without bringing them
out of the trousers.
It quickly became apparent to Carol that her initial
impression of their arousal was not entirely correct. To her
surprise she found that the penis of the younger man, though
large, was still fairly soft. Finally she brought both organs out
into view as her hands continued to fondle them.
"They are nice. Charley, you're already hard enough to fuck
me. Andy, honey, I'll have to give you a little something extra
..."
The significance of her remark did not escape the older man
and he suddenly looked over at his companion's organ as Carol's
hand continued to caress it. "What the hell, Andy, is the old man
gettin' ahead of you? Hell, I got twenty years on you and a
pretty girl can still get me hard quicker than you." The man
rocked in laughter. "Hell boy, maybe you need a little help with
Barbara."
The younger man grinned weakly as Carol continued to
masturbate both of them. "Don't worry about it, Andy. I can take
care of the home front. For that matter, I can take care of
Carol, too. Want to put a little money on how many times each of
us can come?"
Charley's laughter subsided gradually. "I guess not---I know
my limits. But looks like I do get worked up faster than you do
..."
Carol took over in an effort to keep the situation on an even
keel. "You did get hard a little faster, Charley, but Andy has
about caught up. The fact is both of you have lovely pricks.
Either one of you can be proud of it. I don't imagine your wives
ever complain ...
"No, not usually. Carol baby, suck it a little. I want you
to suck my prick a little, then we'll undress. I guess to keep it
even you ought to suck Andy's a little, too---if it's hard enough,
that is ..."
The younger man laughed, secure now in the knowledge that his
organ was erect, and was likely to remain that way much longer
than the older man's. But he had no objection to the suggestion
...
"Suits me. Go on, baby. Take his prick first. Age before
beauty, and all that ..."
Carol found herself curiously willing to proceed. This was
without doubt the lewdest thing she had ever done---nude to the
waist, she knelt between two men whom she barely knew as she
fondled their organs preparatory to taking them in leer mouth---
but she was herself aroused and surprisingly eager to comply with
their demands ...
"Alright, boys. I ... I don't mind sucking your pricks.
I've never done it before---not like this, I mean---but I don't
really mind. I bet your pricks taste good ..." Carol's voice
trailed off as she leaned toward the older man with her eyes on
the tip of his erect penis above the grasp of her white hand. She
slowed her hand's pumping motion and stared at the clear liquid
that she had caused to come out of the little orifice in his penis
...
Then her face was at the hard organ and she turned slightly
to rub it on one soft cheek. She faced it squarely again and
kissed it lightly with warm but closed lips. After a moment her
mouth opened to reveal a pink, wet tongue which first licked her
own lips and then flicked out to make contact with the man's
penis.
The contact made both people quiver. Carol closed her eyes
as she took the organ deeper into her warm mouth and began to suck
gently on it. The man groaned in pleasure as he also closed his
eyes and rolled his head back against the couch. Carol's working
mouth began to make little wet noises as she sucked ...
And the younger man was by no means left out of the sensual
tableau. His eyes were open and locked on Carol's face and mouth
even as one of her hands continued to pull and stroke his penis.
Her tempo on his organ was set by the rhythm of her head as it
began a bobbing motion on the organ between her lips. She was
aware of the old feeling in her own unattended crotch; still
covered by the lower part of her sheath, her vagina was moist and
beginning to throb ...
And then the evening's first chapter was ended by the man who
was profiting most from it. Charley put his hands in Carol's
blonde hair and gently lifted her face from his crotch. "We
better let up, baby. I may get hard faster than Andy the first
time, but the second time would be something else. I want to make
my first come a long one, because it'll probably be my only one.
And I can't take much of that little mouth of yours without
shootin' in it ..."
Carol stared at him somewhat stupidly as her lust filled mind
had trouble following him. But her attention was quickly diverted
...
"Well, I haven't got no problems, baby. Come over here and
see how Andy's prick tastes ... If you want a load of come I'll
give it to you. Don't wanna brag, but I've been told that my
come's got about the best flavor of anybody's. Used to have a
girl who'd jack me off and catch the come in a jar so she could
save it to eat when I was gone ..."
Andy's tale of the remarkable qualities of his semen failed
to amuse Carol. Her eyes had homed in on his penis, and her
immediate goal was the limited one of using it as a replacement
for the organ she had just lost ...
She shifted her kneeling position slightly as she leaned
toward the younger man. One of her hands remained on the other
man's penis but her grip was a stationary one in deference to his
high state of arousal and the consequences of a premature
ejaculation.
Again Carol lowered her face to a man's waiting crotch and
again her tongue flicked out to make contact with his penis. This
time her attack was more direct; her arousal precluded some of the
teasing subtleties that she had used on the older man.
But if Andy noticed the slight he did not seem concerned. In
any case he would have found it hard to complain as Carol's expert
and willing mouth found its own stimulation as it held and drew on
the man's erection. Carol's position was increasingly
uncomfortable; on her knees with her dress twisted around her
hips, her vagina needed attention that she could not immediately
give it. She was tempted to use her own fingers in it for
temporary relief, but she sensed that abandonment of either of the
hard organs would bring a protest. And so she wiggled to rub the
lips of her vagina together slightly while she continued to
concentrate on her primary task of pleasing her clients. The
thought flicked through her mind that if she was a whore she
lacked professionalism; it was undoubtedly amateurish to let her
own desires get so nearly out of control ...
The man on whose penis Carol's mouth worked stared down at
her bobbing head through bleary eyes as his hands rested lightly
in her hair. He too, in spite of his boasts about his ability to
achieve multiple orgasms, was concerned about a premature climax.
And Carol's warm lips and tongue were bringing his orgasm closer
by the second. His first inclination was to let nature take its
course and provide Carol's mouth with his first offering of semen,
but he had enough judgment still functioning to realize that this
would be short sighted.
And so, reluctantly, he came to the same decision that the
older man had reached. "Carol ... baby, that's enough. Let's
break it off before I come ..." His hands tangled in Carol's
already disheveled hair to halt the motion of her lips on his
penis.
The distraught woman felt deprived for a second time. While
ordinarily she would have been extremely reluctant to permit
either of these men to ejaculate in her mouth, in her present
state of perverted arousal she resented their refusal to climax
between her lips.
Angrily she drew back from Andy's organ and looked up at him
with flashing eyes. "What's wrong with you? Both of you ... you
want me to suck your damn pricks but you don't want to finish.
Talk about prick-teasers ... you two tease with your pricks ..."
The older man, at the moment the most rational person in the
room, laughed as he leaned over to caress Carol's cheek even as
her hand continued to grasp his penis. "Carol, take it easy.
We're gonna give you all the loving you want. If you want to take
some come in your mouth I'll see that you get it. But it is best
for us not to shoot so quick." He paused as he considered the
pleasant problem. "Of course we don't want to go too far the
other way, either ... we're all three worked up and we ought to go
ahead ..." He looked at his companion, who still had his hands in
Carol's hair as she knelt between them. "Andy boy, let's go in
the bedroom and do this right. What say we give her a double
fuck---in her cunt and asshole at the same time?"
The younger man finally took one hand out of Carol's hair to
wipe away the sweat that had collected on his brow in spite of the
motel's efficient air conditioning. "Well, we can try it. But
I'll tell you---I don't think double fucking is what it's cracked
up to be. It sounds fine, but it never works too good. Somebody
always winds up being uncomfortable as hell. I'd just as soon as
do a fuck-suck deal if you're hot on a combination. Or I'll try
the double fuck if you want to ..."
Charley shook his head. "No, you're right---it usually
doesn't turn out too hot. The other suits me okay. Which end of
her you want?"
Andy grinned. "You take your choice. Like I said, age
before beauty.
The older man grinned back. "Alright, kiddo. I'll give you
her mouth and I'll take her ass. That'll give me a choice of her
pussy or asshole ..."
The subject of their conversation had listened with
impatience. She released their organs and struggled to stand up
on somewhat unsteady legs. "Okay, if you two have decided what
you want to do to me, let's have it. My pussy's so wet I can feel
it running down my leg. Let's go to bed and have a little action
instead of so much talk. Maybe you'd like to see my cunt ..."
As she spoke Carol pulled the other zipper on her and allowed
it to finish its interrupted journey down her body. When it
reached the floor she stood nude except for garter belt and hose.
The men's eyes went to her blonde pubic curls and the pink
lips that they only partly concealed. Carol's arousal was
obvious; her vaginal lips and surrounding hair were wet with her
feminine juices ...
"Damn, Charley, look at that cunt. Wet as hell, already.
And it's pretty, ain't it? Cunts don't usually strike me as bein'
pretty, but this one does. And she's had kids, too ... how many,
honey?"
Somewhat to her own surprise, Carol spread her legs slightly
to improve their view as she answered. "Just Kit, Jack's wife.
In a way I wish I'd had more ..."
The younger man guffawed. "Well, maybe it ain't too late,
honey. Course I'm not sure about granpaw over there, but I might
be able to fix you up. It shouldn't be too hard ..."
Charley snorted. "Listen to the young bastard brag. Hell,
he hasn't even got a kid, and he's talking about a man who's got
five kids and three grandkids." He grinned at his companion.
"Results, sonny boy---that's what counts. Not just talk ..."
"Oh, damn it---I think all either one of you do is talk. I
want to see a little action." As she spoke one of Carol's hands
wandered down to her blonde triangle and began to caress the
swollen lips of her sex ...
"She's right." Andy stared at her moving fingers for a
moment, then stood up with his hard penis waving starkly in front
of him. "Come on, Charley, let's take Carol to bed. She deserves
it, and I'm ready too ..."
The older man made no reply but stood up and smiled at Carol
as he took her unoccupied hand and put it on his erection. "I'll
follow wherever you lead, sweetheart ..."
But the atmosphere changed in some subtle way and suddenly
all three were serious about prompt action. The men took Carol's
arms and led her to the suite's bedroom while she walked between
them with a hand on each hard penis.
Once in the bedroom both men undressed quickly while Carol
disposed of her garter belt and stockings. She licked her lips as
she looked expectantly at the bed, wondering how they would want
her. Any position was satisfactory to her, as long as there was
no delay ...
And the men seemed equally serious. Charley took her arm
again and led her to the bed. He paused and looked at the younger
man. "Andy, why don't you sit against the headboard. Then Carol
can kneel in front of you so she can suck your prick while I fuck
her puppy style. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me." Andy was already on the bed, and he
moved somewhat clumsily to the top of it and sat down with his
thighs spread. Carol's eyes went automatically to his penis, and
she was pleased to see that it had lost none of its hardness ...
"Okay, Carol, you next. Get in position so you can get your
face in his lap, then get your little ass up in the air.
Sometimes I think dogs have the right idea ..." He paused as
Carol got on the bed and moved up so that she was on her knees
facing Andy. She looked into his grinning eyes for a moment, then
down at his penis as she again captured it in one hand. But she
did not immediately take it in her mouth; she looked over her
shoulder to watch the second men climb into position behind her.
Carol was on her knees, with her thighs spread and her lush bottom
prominently displayed.
Charley was impressed by the display. On his own knees
behind her, he paused long enough to run his hands over the white
moons of Carol's bottom. The flesh of her buttocks was both soft
and firm, and her position caused them to separate enough to
barely reveal the little crevice between them.
The man's eyes traveled down that shadowy indentation until
it merged with her vagina. The wetness of her aroused femininity
was clearly visible.
"Damn, Carol---your ass is as pretty as most women's face."
He ran a finger down the little path between her buttocks and
paused at the puckered opening that was her anus. "You like to
take prick up your asshole, baby? I had a woman one time that had
rather bugger than fuck. For some reason she could come quicker
that way. How about you?"
Carol was still watching him over her shoulder as she
quivered from the touch of his finger on her little sensitive
rectum. "I ... it's okay, you can fuck me there if you want to.
But you'll have to go slow---it usually hurts to begin with."
Charley's finger pushed slowly into the tight orifice.
"Don't make no difference. If you'd rather take it in your cunt
it's okay with me. I'm gonna have a damn good come wherever I
fuck you ..."
"Hey, baby---remember me?" Andy put a hand on Carol's chin
and gently turned her face around toward him. "Don't worry about
granpaw back there behind you---he'll make out okay. What you
want to do is pay some attention to this prick here in front of
you. It sure needs some lovin' bad ..."
He released her chin as Carol looked down at the penis that
she still held in her hand. Then she smiled as she looked up into
his face. "Okay, lower---I'll suck your prick for you." She
turned once more to see the man behind her. "Go ahead and fuck
me, Charley. But if you want my asshole please get something to
put on your prick I can't take it up my ass dry ..."
This requirement seemed to make up the man's mind. "Hell,
I'll just fuck your cunt. We haven't got anything ... anyway,
your pussy looks too nice and juicy to pass up." He moved closer
to Carol, and she felt his fingers go under her buttocks and dip
into the liquid depths of her vagina. But their exploration was
brief; he quickly pulled them out of her channel and replaced them
with the head of his hard penis. "Okay, honey, after all the talk
let's have some action. Spread your legs a little more, if you
can. That's it---good. Now, honey---I'm gonna fuck your cunt
..."
Carol was inclined to believe his statement as she felt his
penis surge into her waiting channel. She closed her eyes to
savor the feeling of his entry ...
"Carol, baby---you keep ignorin' poor ale Andy. Take my
prick and suck hell out of it---or the come out of it, anyway ...
move, honey, I can't wait any longer."
And Carol did move; as she felt the man behind her penetrate
fully and then pull back to begin his strokes she bent her head to
Andy's lap and took his penis into her mouth without further
delay. And almost at once she felt indications of orgasm; having
her body worked on by two men at once was almost more than her
aroused nervous system could take ...
The man sitting in front of her closed his eyes and leaned
back against the headboard as his hands rested lightly on her
white shoulders. He savored Carol's technique with the thought
that a woman needed more than a simple willingness to take a man's
organ in her mouth and suck on it. Carol's action was a work of
art; her tongue combined with her soft and warm mouth to caress
and pull on every square centimeter of his shaft's surface.
Simultaneously one of her hands was around the base as she
coordinated a manual pumping motion with the suction of her mouth,
the other hand had gone lower to find the wrinkled sac of his
testicles so that she could tease and roll the two little mounds
of hardness in a way that added to the eroticism of the moment.
Andy began to quiver periodically; his orgasm, too, was close.
At the foot of the bed the older man's situation was no less
than rewarding. He now drove furiously into Carol's willing
vagina with thrusts that barged into her buttocks and shook her
whole body. At times he leaned over her back to reach beneath her
to grasp the heavy, hanging globes of her breasts. His touch was
not gentle; he pressed and rolled the firm flesh harshly even as
his fingers found and pulled the hard buds of her nipples.
Carol groaned in passion from this double attack, but little
of the sound escaped from her filled mouth. She had already
enjoyed two preliminary orgasms, but she had somehow managed to
keep them to a relatively low level on the erotic scale as she
held her big response in reserve for the men's climax. But her
ability to schedule her body's reaction was limited, and the
pretty blonde woman who was now giving her body so
enthusiastically to the two men knew that she could not restrain a
truly shattering orgasm much longer.
In desperation she pulled her mouth momentarily from Andy's
penis. "I---I'm ready---I'm going to come. You boys get ahead
and shoot in me if you can---I can't wait. I want to feel you
fill me up with come---both of you. Hurry---oh, please hurry!"
Without waiting for a reply Carol bent again to Andy's lap
and quickly recaptured his throbbing penis in her mouth. She
immediately sensed that his climax was near, and his hoarse voice
confirmed it as his hands tangled roughly in her hair and jammed
her mouth farther down on his shaft.
"Take it---suck it. Oh damn, suck my prick, you sweet
fuckin' bitch. I'm gonna blow my nuts. Take my come and eat it--
-swallow it ..."
Behind Carol the other man was also speaking, but his words
were low and incoherent. But his action gave a clear picture of
his feelings; his body jammed violently against Carol's exposed
bottom on every stroke. The ferocity of his action threatened to
collapse the whole bed ...
And then Carol's major climax began. She could not cry out,
but her busy mouth redoubled its efforts on Andy's penis as her
moans of passion seemed almost to come from the organ in her
mouth. And her increased action triggered his release; Andy
clinched his teeth together as he felt the first spurt of semen
shoot from his penis into Carol's desperate mouth. "There it is!
I'm comin'---comin'! Take it---take my come! Swallow it! Oh
damn---damn ..."
And only seconds behind the other two, Charley's orgasm
exploded into Carol's vagina. He hunched wildly against her
threshing bottom as his motions now timed themselves to the rhythm
of his ejaculation ...
And then they were all past their peak. Both men continued
to hunch into Carol's used body but their tempo tapered off as the
after pleasure waned. Carol's feelings lingered longer than the
men's, but the last part of her pleasure was diluted by a sudden
feeling of degradation. Even as her sensitive body still wallowed
in the physical sensations of her orgasm her mind regained partial
control. And the thoughts in her mind were not pretty ones ...
Carol suddenly saw a bleak and sordid picture of herself on her
knees before one man who had his penis in her vagina and in front
of another man whose semen she could still taste as his softening
penis still filled her mouth. And, in the final analysis, she was
here for one thing---money. Damn---it was hard to see how she
could think of herself as anything but a whore, after this ...
She quivered as the man behind her extracted his limp penis
and rolled over beside her as he gasped for air with his eyes
closed. Carol pulled her face away from Andy's lap and watched
his soft organ, glistening with a combination of her saliva and
his semen, fall listlessly to his thigh.
Carol felt tired, dirty, and degraded. She wanted a douche,
a bath, and, most of all, to leave these two men and this motel as
quickly as possible. But this was easier said than done. Andy's
hand in her hair as she still kneeled before him on the bed with
her head bowed to conceal the tears in her eyes reminded her of
her position in the scheme of things ...
And then his voice made it even more positive. "Nice, Carol,
that was real nice. I like the way you suck prick, and looks like
Charley enjoyed your cunt. Tell you what---for the next course I
want to try that little ass hole of yours. Got me to thinking
about it listening to Charley talk about buggerin' you. You'll
probably have to suck me hard again. Well, there's no big rush;
maybe if we wait a little ale Charley will even be able to get
another hard on. You want to go to the bathroom or anything?"
Carol made no reply as she got off the bed and moved
unsteadily toward the bathroom. As a practicing whore she should
have brought a full kit of douche supplies. Well, she'd probably
have plenty of opportunities to develop her professional skills
...
Carol slammed the bathroom door and splashed water over her
face, then looked at herself in the mirror as she gargled some
water in an ineffective effort to cleanse her mouth. The ritual
was more symbolic than practical ...
The night was a long one ...
Chapter 4
Carol looked up from the oven as Kit entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, honey." She glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Just barely, though. Another twenty minutes and it'll be
afternoon."
The pretty girl did not seem to be in a cheerful mood. "Oh,
Mom, don't make cracks. I know I should have been up earlier, but
I just lay there, thinking about---everything. I didn't mean to
make you fix breakfast---at least not for Jack. What kind of a
mood was he in?"
Carol closed the oven door and looked at her daughter. They
had hardly seen each other in the two days since Jack and Kit
returned from their honeymoon, and Carol was startled by the
girl's drawn appearance. "Honey, you look like you're completely
beat. Of course I guess that's the way you should be after a
honeymoon ..."
Kit cut her mother off. "Mom, please---our honeymoon was ...
oh well, hell. What is there to eat? I'm not really hungry, but
I guess I need something ..."
Carol was suddenly concerned about her daughter. She had
been concerned about her own position in this crazy scheme that
she had created for several days, but for the first time she
sensed that Kit had also had problems.
"Honey, sit down at the table and I'll pamper you, just this
once. I'll fix anything you want. Eggs ... we've got some
excellent sausage ..."
The young girl shuddered. "Gee, no, Mom. I couldn't take
sausage if my life depended on it. Just some cold cereal and
coffee. And some orange juice if there is any. That's all I
could possibly eat. I'll fix it if you want me to."
Carol was studying her offspring intently. "No, I said I'd
do it this time." She paused and looked directly at Kit as the
girl sat with lowered eyes. "Baby, something's bothering you, and
I'm sure it involves Jack. I think we need to talk. I hadn't
meant to talk to you about things, at least not just now, but I
can see you've got some problems too. So I think we'd better both
unload. Did something happen on the honeymoon?"
* * *
A half hour later both women were staring into cold coffee
cups. The conversation had been frank and enlightening for both
mother and daughter. Carol understood, for the first time, the
full dimensions of their problem ...
She put down the cup she had been toying with. "Well, I
don't know what to say. The irony of it all, of course, is that I
dreamed up the whole damn situation. I thought it was a real
clever plan to give all three of us what we wanted. The trouble
was that I just didn't understand Jack at the time." She paused
as she looked at the young girl. "Kit---Jack's sick. You realize
that, don't you?"
Kit nodded slowly. "I ... I'm beginning to. I tried not to
admit it to myself for a long time. But when he hired that ...
whore to spend the first night of our honeymoon with us, it was
pretty obvious. I didn't know then what he had made you do. Oh
gosh, Mom, in a way he must be completely off his rocker. Of
course we're partly to blame for ever starting it all---and I'm
every bit as much responsible as you are---but at least we thought
everything would just be between the three of us; in the family,
so to speak. I never dreamed that he would make you let men fuck
you or do what he did on the honeymoon. Talk about something
seeming unreal---this whole thing is really unreal. Sometimes I
just can't believe that it's all happening ..."
Carol rose and went once more to the coffee maker on the
stove. "Well, it is happening. The one thing I haven't had any
trouble with is believing that it's real. God, that night in the
motel was real ... There's about another cup left. You want it?"
Kit shook her head. "No more. I think coffee's about to
come out my ears now. Oh, Mom---what do we do? How do I handle
this thing?"
Carol looked at her daughter thoughtfully. "I can't answer
that. He's your husband---you'll have to make the decision. I
can tell from the way you talk that you're not ready to leave him.
Am I right?"
The pretty young wife turned eyes which were beginning to
show moisture up to her equally pretty mother. "No, I guess I'm
not. I've thought about it, and I nearly left him several times
while we were on the trip. But ... oh, gee, I don't know. I must
still love him, although I don't see how I could. But Mom---you
don't have to take any more of it. He has no right to make you do
things like the other night. If you want to pull out of it I
don't blame you. Maybe I will too, a little later. But for some
reason I just can't do it yet ..."
Carol stared unseeingly out the kitchen window as she took a
sip of the barely warm coffee. "Well, if that's the way you feel,
I'll stay with you. If I left he could use it as an excuse to
break up with you. At least he could hold the threat over your
head ... no, I'll play it out to the end with you. I started it,
after all ... And it'll have to go one way or the other, it can't
just go on like this. Maybe there's some chance Jack will make a
change for the better ..."
* * *
"An excellent dinner. Carol, darling, besides your talent
with your cunt and your mouth you're an excellent cook. Are you
making Kit help you? I want her to learn to cook as well as you
do." Jack paused and grinned as he got up from the table. "Of
course there are other even more important talents that I want you
to help me develop in her. She's still laboring under the naive
delusion that the only place a girl should take a man's prick is
in her cunt. I have to admit that her cunt is becoming
increasingly proficient, but as you know that's only part of the
story. I tried to train her a little while we were away, but she
didn't respond very well." Jack paused and grinned. "I suppose
you know all about that by now. Well, Carol---what do you think?
Will we ever get Kit to be a full fledged woman instead of the
little girl she is now?"
Carol tried to keep her feelings out of her voice. "I don't
know how things are going to work out, Jack. Actually, I think
Kit is probably living up to her end of the bargain pretty well.
She wasn't supposed to offer a lot of variety, you know, and
you've said yourself that she's satisfactory as far as straight
sex goes ..."
The man laughed. "'Straight sex' ... Carol, you break me up
with your delicate phrasing. What you mean is plain fucking. Why
don't you say what you mean? Do you feel that even the words are
too much for your daughter's fragile constitution?"
In spite of herself Carol was slightly amused. His point was
well taken; everything considered it was a little silly to be so
concerned about nomenclature. On the other hand, his speech was
sometimes more vulgar than necessary ...
"... try to educate her, at least. Why don't you tell Kit
the things we've done, over and above what she considers to be
normal. And call things by their real names---don't go clinical
on us. Think she'll learn anything?"
Carol's mind had wandered; she had lost the thread of his
conversation. His last words had made it sound like he wanted her
to give Kit a lesson in the vulgar language that he enjoyed ...
She hesitated. "Jack ... I'm not sure I understand what you ..."
Her son-in-law cut in with a weary voice. "Oh hell, Carol,
you understand, all right. I'm saying that we ought to increase
Kit's vocabulary, and at the same time make her appreciate the
fine points of sex. Hell, it'd be tragic for her to go clear
through life without doing anything more than she is now. Explain
some of the possibilities to her. After all, proper education is
a parental responsibility, isn't it?"
Carol mentally shrugged; she saw that Jack was not to be put
off. She was under no delusions about his real intent; she was
well aware that his real purpose was to indulge himself in his
pastime of listening to lewd language spoken by women. Well,
hell---if that was what he wanted ...
Carol turned to her daughter. "Maybe Jack's got a point,
darling. The things he likes to do have a place, alright ... I
guess we've done most of them, and I think we've both enjoyed them
..."
"Oh, hell." Jack's growing impatience was clear. "Spare us
the generalities, Carol. Tell Kit, in detail, about some of the
things we've done."
Carol choked off her real feelings as she made herself look
at the younger girl. Kit had not finished eating, but she sat
across the table with her mind obviously no longer on food as she
looked at her husband and mother. She detested the thing that he
was making Carol do, and perhaps the larger question was whether
she did not now detest her husband, period ...
"Well, I'm still waiting, sweet mother-in-law ..."
Carol made herself talk. "Kit, maybe Jack's right; at least
maybe you ought to try some of the things he has in mind. There
are a lot of things involved in a complete sexual relationship
besides straight intercourse ... fucking, of course. I suppose
Jack and I have tried the principal ones. You know that I've
sucked his prick and let him come in my mouth. Most men go wild
over this, and most of them want you to swallow their come when
they shoot it. But I'll let you in on a little secret---if you
suck him right, including when he climaxes, the average man won't
care much whether you really swallow it or not. They all say they
want you to swallow it, before you suck them, but usually there's
a period during their recovery after orgasm when they don't really
give a damn about anything. Of course there are exceptions. I've
heard of one man who always makes the woman who sucks him spit the
come out in her hand and then lick it up again and swallow it.
There's probably no way to fool him. But most men aren't like
that ..."
"Hey, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Jack's voice
showed some aggravation, but there was also a trace of laughter in
it as he realized what Carol was doing. "Told you to educate Kit,
but not in the art of fooling her partner. Now, suppose you get
back on the straight and narrow, and finish telling her about what
we do. No, hell, wait ..." Jack paused and seemed to think, then
reach a decision. "Hell, never mind the explanations. There's
one thing that Kit did agree to, through some quirk of fate. She
did accept the idea of making love with you, and I think it's time
that we had a little female session ..."
Both women drew a sharp breath and looked at each other.
What Jack said was true, and represented an anomaly in Kit's
attitude that Carol had never understood.
And Kit, too, was unsure why she had agreed to this
particular act, which was one that would be considered
particularly perverted by most conventional standards. Maybe it
was that she had just never believed that her husband would
actually ask such a thing ...
"Well, I don't hear any comment. I'd think that two pretty
females like you would be anxious to get at each other's cunt. I
sure as hell enjoy both of your cunts, so I'm sure you will too
..."
Carol finally turned a serious face toward the man. "Jack,
I'm not sure this is the time. I know Kit agreed to it, but I
think some time later on when things ..."
"Later on, hell. I'm ready for it right now, and there's no
reason for her not to be, too." Jack looked directly at his
downcast wife. "Kit, baby, it's time to drop this prima donna
complex that you've got. I'm gonna keep my bargain; I'm not gonna
make you do anything that I agreed not to. But that's exactly the
point---you did agree to love making with your mother. So there
shouldn't be any problems---right?"
Carol watched her daughter struggle with herself. She knew
that Kit was making a quick review of the whole situation, and she
also knew that it was really a waste of time---Kit was not ready
yet to leave her husband, and this meant that she would have to
comply with his wishes, perverted as they were ... And then
Carol's mental focus changed as she considered, for the first
time, the idea of sex with her daughter. Thoroughly heterosexual,
Carol had nevertheless enjoyed the half dozen encounters with her
own sex that she had, for one reason or another, experienced over
the years. And certainly Kit was more attractive as a female than
any of the others had been. But Kit was her daughter, and it
would be incest ... Damn.
Somewhat similar thoughts were in Kit's mind. She had had no
previous lesbian experience, but she had heard such things
discussed in detail by some of her friends. Her feelings about
such an act with her mother were mixed; she loved her beautiful
and sensual mother more than any other female, and from that point
of view Kit knew that she had rather make love to Carol than to
any other woman. But Carol was her mother, and this added the
extra dimension of perversion that her husband seemed to find so
interesting. Well, hell ... the central fact was that she had no
choice, unless she was prepared for a major crisis and probably
the end of her marriage ...
"Well, you two seem to be lost in thought." Jack's voice had
a touch of sarcasm. "I'd think that you'd both be tickled to
death. I can't think of two more suckable cunts than you have."
He turned to his wife. "Tell me, honey, in detail---how do you
feel about sucking your mother's pussy? After all, it can't be an
entirely new experience---you've been there before." The man
grinned as he searched for Kit's reaction to his crude joke.
Kit could not make herself look at her husband. "Oh, Jack---
do I ... I mean, do we really have to do it? Why would you want
us to---you know neither of us want to do such a thing. Please---
can't we just forget it?"
Jack's laughter was not humorous. "Forget it? Hell no, we
cunts forget it. It's part of the arrangement that I've been
looking forward to ever since Carol proposed this little deal.
I've just been waiting for the right time, and I've decided that
this is the right time." He paused as he stared at his distraught
wife. "Kit---look at me. Look at me, damn it. That's better.
Now---are you going to carry out your end of the arrangement? Are
you going to suck your mother's cunt, and let her suck yours? I
want a straight yes or no. And you'd better consider all the
consequences before you answer no ..."
Kit knew instinctively that hesitation on her part would only
increase her husband's perverted sense of power. She forced
herself to turn moist eyes up to his intent face. "Alright, if
you insist. I'll do it."
The man seemed both pleased and disappointed by her answer.
"Oh, damn it---you'll do what? Kit, you're at least going to
learn the language of sex. I've told you that before. Now---tell
me in detail what you're going to do. Do you understand me? In
detail ..."
With a lack of hesitation that surprised all of them, herself
perhaps most of all, Kit faced her husband squarely. "Alright,
Jack. I'll suck mom's cunt, if that's what you want to see. And
suck her tits, and love her all over. If she wants to do the same
thing to me, I'll let her." Kit shifted her gaze to the lovely
woman who was her mother as she continued. "Mom, I don't really
mind, or at least I mean that I'd rather do it with you than
anyone as long as it has to be done. I don't know whether you can
come from having me suck you or not, but if you can I want you to.
I ... I don't really know how to do it, but I'll do the best I
can. You'll have to tell me if I do anything wrong ..."
Carol found herself genuinely touched by the obvious
affection that Kit showed. She suddenly found the total prospect
less appalling than it had been. Kit was a lovely girl, and they
did love each other ... What would it be like to make love to
your own child?
"Well, that's all very sweet. Sounds like you about half
like the idea, Kit," Jack turned to Carol. "What about you, Mom?
You like the idea of having Kit suck your cunt?"
Carol turned a level gaze on the man. "If you want the
truth, it doesn't sound so bad right now. Neither one of us have
ever thought of such a thing before, but since you're forcing it
on us I'll admit that I'm glad it's with Kit. I love her, and she
is sexy, and if there's any perversion involved you have to take
the blame for that ..."
For an instant Carol thought that she had said too much, but
her son-in-law seemed to take her remarks in good humor.
"Your comments are duly noted and entered in the record. I
guess you're about right at that, Carol. The only thing is that I
don't recognize any such thing as perversion. That word has no
meaning, as far as I'm concerned. But, what the hell---we've got
too many words and not enough action. I think it's time to
adjourn to the living room---or better yet, the bedroom. Since
we're being frank, I'll have to admit that the prospect has got my
prick hard already."
Jack pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. The
eyes of both women went automatically to his crotch where a
familiar bulge showed the truth of his statement.
He grinned as he held out his hands to the two women and led
them toward the bedroom...
"... go on, Kit. There's plenty of room for your hand, too.
Carol won't mind sharing it with you. After all, it is your
husband's prick ..."
Jack chuckled as he stretched luxuriously. The odd
threesome, all nude, lay side by side on the oversize bed in the
master bedroom. Jack was between the two females, and he had
started the proceedings by having Carol caress his hard penis
while Kit watched. He was now ready for his wife to join in the
action. "Go on, sweets, you've played with my prick before. Your
mother doesn't want to hog it all." He glanced toward Carol.
"Tell you what, Mom---you concentrate on my balls while your
bashful little daughter handles my prick. We have to give her
something to do, don't we?"
Carol made no answer as she moved her hand off the hard shaft
and down beneath it to find the wrinkled sac with which she was
already familiar. In spite of herself she felt the old familiar
stirrings in her loins ... Jack was a bastard, but he did have a
talent for creating erotic scenes. There was no way that she
could remain unaroused through one---of his sessions ... And that
was probably a good thing, because they would be doubly hard to
take if her body failed to respond.
Kit watched her mother fondle Jack's testicles, then brought
her own hand to the column of his penis. She grasped it and began
to squeeze it in an effort to test its firmness. The skin was
soft, but the blood gorged muscle beneath the skin was hard and
ready. As almost always, it seemed ...
Jack lay for a minute with his eyes closed as he savored the
touches of the two lovely females. The thought struck him that
the plain initiated by his beautiful mother-in-law had much to
recommend it.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at the women. He brought
his hands up and found the firm flesh of Kit's breasts, then
transferred his attention to Carol's heavy, hanging globes.
"Well, I can't complain about your tits---either of you. I guess
I'm especially lucky where you're concerned, Carol---not many men
have a mother-in-law with boobies like yours ... or a cunt like
yours, for that matter. Of course I guess I've had your mouth and
asshole more than your cunt, haven't I? I suppose I've saved most
of my straight fucking for my straight little wife ... Carol,
baby---suck my balls a little. Take them in your mouth one at a
time. Or both at once, if you can." He turned to the younger
girl. "Watch your mother carefully, Kit. You've got to learn
some way ... you can keep jacking my prick while she sucks my nuts
..."
Carol sighed silently. He always came up with a few extra
touches that added to the degradation that seemed to be so
important to him. Carol suddenly wondered whether Jack was
capable of plain, routine, conventional sex ... her experiences
with him gave no indication that he was. Always there were those
specialized requirements to stimulate him ... of course, this was
probably to be expected in view of her arrangement with him. The
gist of it, after all, was that she was to provide such erotic
extras. And apparently he did have normal sex with Kit, although
there was that episode with the whore on their wedding night ...
"Carol, dear mother-in-law ... I wonder if I could ask for
your attention?" Jack's impatient voice snapped Carol's mind back
to the present. "I don't know what you're daydreaming about---
possibly a bigger prick than mine---but since my prick and balls
are the ones that concern you at the moment I wonder if you'd
concentrate your talent on them. On my balls, for the time being
..."
Carol made no reply as she squeezed his testicles in her soft
hand. Her touch was gentle, and she restrained an impulse to give
them a yank that would put him out of sexual commission for this
night, and perhaps longer ... But she resisted the urge; as
pleasant as the prospect might be, it could only create more
problems than it would solve. Her best bet, until Kit had a change
of heart, was to humor him and perform her function without
apparent hesitation.
Carol made herself smile. "Alright, Jack. I'd like to take
your balls in my mouth. I wonder if they would taste as good
individually as the come from them does? I've tasted quite a bit
of your come, you know." She turned toward Kit and, sure that
Jack could not see her face, winked. "Honey, you ought to learn
to suck your husband's prick so that you could sample his come.
It's delicious ..."
Both women felt the man's body respond to Carol's lewd words.
His already hard penis throbbed in Kit's little hand, and Carol
thought that she detected an involuntary twitch in his testicles.
And Jack, too, was aware of a sudden increase in his arousal.
"Carol ... wait---don't suck my nuts. Afraid I'd shoot if Kit
keeps playing with my prick. I want both of you to take your
hands off me and get in position for a sixty-nine. I'm gonna jack
off while I watch you suck each other. Come on---hurry up. We'll
do other things later. Right now I want to see both of you eat
pussy. Come on---move."
Carol stared at him with the thought that he was pushing Kit
too fast. But, maybe not ... if he demanded mutual oral love
maybe it was just as well to break her in this way. Maybe it was
foolish to worry about degrees of perversion ...
"Let's see ..." Jack paused as he looked at mother and
daughter and then at the bed. "Carol, I think the best deal would
be for you to stretch out on your back and let Kit get on top of
you." He turned to his pretty young wife. "You understand the
position, don't you? You straddle Carol facing her feet so that
your cunt is over her face. Then when you bend-down on her she
spreads her legs so that her pussy is right under your mouth. Got
the picture?"
Kit's voice was cold. "I've got the picture. I know what a
sixty-nine is; it's just that I've never understood why anybody
wants to do it. Especially two women ..."
Her husband smiled in an unhumorous way. "That's your
problem all right. That's why I'm having your mother try to teach
you what the score is. Now---let's have a little less talk and a
little more action. If you suck Carol's cunt right your mouth
will be too busy to talk. Come on---let's go. Carol darling, on
your back ..."
Carol found herself ready to proceed, and as Kit and Jack
moved to kneeling positions on the edge of the huge bed she lay
down in its center. She stretched momentarily to loosen the
muscles that had become a little cramped in her previous position,
then straightened out and looked over at the two naked people on
the side of the bed as she spread her thighs and brought her knees
up slightly with her feet resting flat on the bed. In an almost
unconscious gesture she ran one hand down to her loins and brought
her fingers into her silky and almost moist blonde curls. Her
fingers went on to the lips of her vulva as she turned to look at
Kit.
"Alright, honey ... come on to me. But not over my face,
like he said---that's too high. Put your knees about even with my
tits---then when you bend down your cunt will be over my face.
Come on, darling---I don't mind sucking your little cunt ..."
Carol held out one hand to her nervous daughter as her other
hand continued to pet her own femininity. She was no longer
repulsed by what she was about to do---on the contrary, she was
beginning to look forward to the relief that the beautiful girl
could provide. Carol's aroused libido required relief of some
sort ... and, since they had to do it ...
Kit, too, faced the prospect of lesbian lovemaking with her
mother with much less reluctance than she had expected. She also
took refuge in the fact that the act was being forced on them.
And, since it was, she was glad that her partner was to be the
lovely mother whom she loved so much ... and who was about the
sexiest female she had ever known.
In a partial daze, Kit moved somewhat ungracefully on her
knees toward her waiting mother. Her eyes searched Carol's for
reassurance, then went down to the lovely woman's crotch. Kit
felt a strange combination of reluctance and exultation as she
looked at her mother's vagina. She had seen it before, and even
under sensual conditions since the beginning of this odd three way
sexual pact, but never as an immediate prelude to actual
incestuous, lesbian sex. And yet that thought seemed of small
consequence; her gaze now was a more practical one, the
speculative one of a sex partner.
Kit trembled as she felt Carol's hand rest lightly on her
buttock as she kneeled, motionless, by her prone mother.
"Kit, baby ... turn this way so I can see your cunny. I've
never seen it ... I mean, like this. Do you like my cunt? It
sounds trite, but it is where you came from ..." Carol listened
to her own words almost as though she were another person as she
tried to probe her own mind and feelings. She could tell herself
that she talked like this to her daughter for Jack's benefit, as a
part of the overall charade that had been forced on both of them.
And that was at least partly true---but was it the whole truth?
Was it also true that she actually was drawn to the lush and
appealing body of her beautiful child?
Kit's mind was in a somewhat parallel turmoil, but she lacked
her mother's capacity for introspection under such unusual
circumstances. She knew only that the perverted circumstances of
her present life had forced changes in outlook on her---things and
acts that would have been repulsive to her a few weeks ago could
now be examined for possible merit ... The girl's anguished mind
was actually unaware of most of the background thoughts running
through it as, like the superb computer that the human brain is,
it integrated the whole situation and presented her senses with an
overall result that, in effect, urged her to explore this
opportunity with the desirable female who lay before her ...
"Hey, you two---you're pretty like that, just lookin' at each
other, but you'll have a hell of a lot more effect on my prick
when you suck each other's cunt. Hell, it's not like you were
strangers ..." Jack's impatient voice cut in on the confused but
necessary mental process of both women. But it prodded those
processes with a reminder that they actually had little choice in
the matter ...
And finally both mother and daughter accepted that fact with
a sense of subconscious relief and permitted themselves to slip
into a realm of pure erotic sensuality. Carol's caress on Kit's
buttock became more insistent; after a moment she raised herself
on one elbow so that she could caress Kit's nearest breast with
her free hand.
"Kit ... Kit, baby ..." Carol's voice was low as she leaned
forward enough to bring her face to the smooth outer surface of
Kit's enticing breast. Carol's cheek rubbed the velvet flesh for
a moment, then her eager mouth moved around to capture the little,
hard nipple between her lips.
Kit's eyes closed as she felt her mother suck her breast.
The feeling was at once gentle and intense; she felt the arousal
that lips on her sensitive nipple always produced and the
sensation was this time magnified by the circumstances, by the
fact that it was her own mother's mouth on her breast ... "Mom
... oh gee. Mom, I ... God!"
Still on the edge of the huge bed, Jack grasped his own penis
as he watched the developing tableau with wide eyes. The scene
before him was an even more powerful stimulant than he had
expected it to be, and it occurred to him that he might not be
able to contain his passion as long as he might want too ... He
had better have them get to the main course of this erotic meal
...
"Kit ... go on and get on her. Hurry up. I want you in the
sixty-nine position. I want to see you suck cunts. Go on, Kit
... move."
The words and their own needs made the women react. With a
final pull on Kit's erect nipple Carol released her breast and
smiled for a moment up into her eyes. "I want you, too, darling.
Are you ready? I want to suck your little cunt. It's not for
him, it's for us. Are you ready, baby?"
The young daughter and wife was ready. "Mom, yes---yes. I
want it, too. I want you to suck my cunny, and I ... want to suck
yours. You'll have to show me---tell me. Mom, I want to do it
..."
The two exquisite females moved without further urging from
their male spectator. Carol lay back so that she was once more
flat on the bed with her thighs spread and raised. Kit forced
herself to abandon the visual pleasures of Carol's femininity
momentarily while she moved into position over the prone woman.
She faced Carol's feet and brought one lovely leg across the older
woman's chest so that she straddled Carol's bosom. The position
of Kit's legs brought her crotch into full view and spread her
soft white buttocks enough to make the crevice between them and
her dainty, puckered anus clearly visible to the aroused woman
beneath her. Carol responded by bringing both hands up to toy
with her daughter's fully exposed and vulnerable vagina. Her
fingers traced little patterns in Kit's crotch as her eyes
continued to savor the superbly feminine sight.
And Kit was also busy. Supporting herself somewhat awkwardly
on one arm, she used the other hand to reciprocate her mother's
intimate caress. Her fingers played in the soft blonde curls of
Carol's pubic mound then caressed the warm, wet lips of her
vagina. Kit was enthralled; she had entered the world from the
moist and enticing channel beneath her. Suddenly it seemed only
proper that she love that channel ...
With a little moan Kit closed her eyes and dropped to her
mother's body. Her face found the luxuriant blonde pubic hair and
then the soft lips of Carol's sex. Instinct guided the aroused
young girl; she needed no instruction from either Carol or Jack.
Her nose burrowed between the succulent lips to spread them so
that her pink tongue could find, and savor, her mother's vagina
...
The sudden attack surprised Carol in its intensity and
effectiveness. She twitched and rolled gently on the bed as her
over-wrought senses reacted to Kit's inexperienced but expert
lesbian lovemaking. And then Carol's instinct made her join the
sweet erotic battle; her hands went to Kit's buttocks and pulled
the girl's threshing loins down onto her face. Carol found her
face covered by Kit's own blonde pubic curls and then her mouth
found its delightful target. With somewhat less finesse than she
might have used under more relaxed circumstances Carol began a
licking, sucking tribute to her daughter's lovely body. Her face,
hidden beneath the girl's twisting loins, was quickly wet with
succulent juices of Kit's arousal ...
And the third person in the room was no less affected by the
sensual scene than the participants themselves. In an
unaccustomed role of spectator, Jack could initially depend only
on the sterile action of his own hand on his penis to supplement
his visual stimulation. "Damn, you two must love to eat pussy
..." His words, low and indistinct, went unheard by the two
females as they continued their expressions of love and sex.
But the man was not long to be denied. Still on his knees he
waddled clumsily toward the center of the bed. "Carol ... baby,
give me one hand. Take my prick and jack it while you suck Kit's
pussy. Here ... here, damn intake my prick."
Jack's hands forced one of Carol's away from Kit's crotch and
brought it to his straining organ. Carol's white fingers closed
around it and instinctively began to pull and rub it in a stroking
motion. One of Jack's hands covered hers as he set the tempo of
her strokes. Then it left his own pubic area and moved to Kit's
upturned buttocks as they pitched and rolled above Carol's working
mouth ...
Carol had not moved her head to look at Jack; instinct and
his hand had made clear his desires. And she had no real
objection to this addition to her sexual act; it felt good to have
a male connection as she continued to make lesbian love to her
daughter.
Kit was so immersed in this new experience that she was
unaware of Jack's approach and his limited participation. Her
world was now centered in the wet flesh of her mother's vagina,
and Jack's fingers on and between her buttocks were scarcely
noticeable. But she did notice it when one of his fingers invaded
her rectum, just above Carol's active tongue. Kit felt yet
another explosion of passion; her orgasm was near and she knew
that it would be a devastating one ...
But, strangely, the least involved person reached culmination
first. Jack dug his finger deeper into his wife's rectum as he
closed his eyes and threw his head back. "God ... I'm comin'!
Jack me---Carol, jack my prick! Make it spurt ... oh, damn---I'm
comin'! Here it is---take my come! Damn ..."
The man's orgasm was an intense one despite his minor part in
the proceeding. His thick white sperm squirted from the organ in
Carol's hand in an arc that carried it onto Kit's back and
buttocks. But Jack did not see it; his eyes were shut as he
trembled and shook from the effects of Carol's tight grasp. She
pumped his penis, now in a literal sense, as the semen continued
to shoot forth ...
But the aroused woman was not even aware of his climax as all
of her senses focused on her own orgasm and that of her daughter.
Her last semi-rational thought before waves of pure passionate
fulfillment washed out every other mental awareness was that Kit,
too, was in the throes of climax. Carol sensed it from the
condition of her daughter's vagina, and she was intimately aware
of that condition as her tongue attached the girl's soaking vagina
with renewed fury.
Neither woman was able to express her ecstasy verbally, but
both sensed the other's reaction as they continued to love each
other in the most deeply sensual way that females can ...
Chapter 5
"... do the best I can. But Jack, damn it, you're going too
far too fast. If you really want Kit to respond, ease up for a
while. Besides, this will break your agreement with her ..."
Carol closed her eyes in disgust as she listened to her son-
in-law's rationalizations. It was increasingly clear to her that
Jack's perverted desires were changing for the worse. The man
might actually be flipping ...
She changed the phone to her other ear. "Alright, I said I'd
try. But I think you're pushing too hard. If you'd let up a
little and let Kit have a little time to adjust ... alright, damn
it, I'll do what I can ..."
Carol was seething as she hung up the phone. The bastard was
going too far ... She looked at the clock on her dresser and saw
that Kit would be home in a half hour. Filled with dread of the
coming evening, Carol rose slowly and walked toward her bathroom.
A warm bath might help a little ...
But nothing could make the evening ahead much easier. It
would be hard even to tell Kit about it.
* * *
Carol looked woodenly around the kitchen. The last thing she
felt like doing was preparing a meal, and yet the activity might
help keep her mind off the whole mess. But she knew that it could
not really help; nothing could keep the terrible situation that
she and Kit were in out of her consciousness. She had been able
to think of nothing else for the last week, and things were
becoming steadily worse ...
"Hi, Mom---am I late? I intended to fix dinner tonight ...
Mom, you look funny. Anything wrong?"
The woman turned to face her pretty daughter. "You surprised
me, baby---didn't hear you come in. You look good ..."
Kit studied her mother intently. They were too close to each
other to effectively hide their feelings, and, though neither had
spoken of it, their sense of closeness had intensified since their
night of enforced lovemaking. Each had both feared and hoped that
they might have to make love again ...
Kit hesitated. "Mom ... something's wrong. I can tell. You
better level with me." A sudden thought crossed her mind. "Has
... has Jack been home this afternoon?"
Carol smiled, a little grimly. "No, nothing like that.
Nothing wrong with me." Suddenly she realized the futility of
hiding anything from Kit. She might as well be told now ...
"I did talk to Jack. I ... he called, mostly about his plans
for tonight, I guess." She paused and looked at Kit's intense
face. "It seems that he's dreamed up something new for us. All
of us, I guess."
Carol saw a shadow flick across Kit's pretty face. "Mom---
what are you trying to say? Do you mean Jack's got a new sex
caper of some kind?"
Carol looked away from her daughter. "Yes. And it's pretty
far out. Seems he's bringing home some new equipment for
tonight." She turned back to Kit. "He's got some dildos, and
he's ... well, he's rented a dog---a trained dog---to join our
little happy home for the evening."
Kit seemed much less shocked than Carol had anticipated.
"Dildos? You mean---for us to use on ourselves? To fuck
ourselves with? Well, I don't like it, but I suppose it's one of
his milder notions ..." She paused, and seemed to be thinking.
"What about the dog? What does he want with him ...? Oh! Mom---
you don't mean ..."
Carol nodded. "Exactly. That'll be a new one for me, too.
I've heard of it, but I've never seen it."
Kit was shocked. "Mom---you mean ... you mean he intends for
the dog to ... to fuck us? Oh, God---surely not!"
Carol's voice was tired. "I'm sure God has nothing to do
with this or with anything else that goes on in that perverted
mind of his. Kit, honey---Jack's mind is perverted. I don't like
to say that about your husband, and anyway I guess it sounds funny
coming from me, since I dreamed up this whole nightmare in the
first place. But that's the point---he's gone beyond what I
proposed, and he's going farther beyond it all the time. Kit---
Jack is sick, and it won't help anything to refuse to recognize
it. What he's talking about for tonight clearly breaks his
agreement with you, and he admits it---he doesn't seem to care.
Baby, I'm not trying to push you; after all it's your marriage.
But you better take a long, hard look at things. The way I see it
the whole mess is going from bad to worse and going fast ..."
Kit listened to her mother like a little girl being lectured
about her playmates. "Mom, please ... let up on me. I ... you're
probably pretty close to right, but what can I do? Besides leave
him, I mean. Maybe I ought to leave him, but ... well, I'm just
not ready to do that yet. It may come to that, but I want to give
it every chance to work out. I ... I keep thinking that he'll
begin to change in the other direction. Oh, Mom---maybe I'm a
fool, but remember I did love him, and I guess it's not all dead
yet. Give me a little more time to work with him ..."
Carol made no reply as she stared at her daughter's lovely
but distressed face. She knew that it was useless to argue with
Kit at this stage; she simply was not yet ready to recognize the
obvious. Well, in that sense maybe the evening ahead would serve
a useful purpose---it might make Kit finally see Jack as he really
is ...
* * *
"How do you like them, darling? This is a pretty expensive
set. You notice that you have an assortment of sizes and that
some of them have an attachment for this belt arrangement so they
can be worn by one woman to allow her to fuck another woman. What
do you think of them?"
Kit gazed at the collection of dildos with a kind of morbid
fascination. In an expensive leather covered and felt lined box,
the imitation male organs were clearly fine examples of the dildo
maker's art. About half seemed to be made of a fairly soft
plastic and the rest revere a harder rubber ...
Kit looked up from the box into the eyes of her husband. She
saw in his eyes hints of vague, undefinable things that had been
there before. Kit knew that her mother's feeling that Jack was
undergoing fundamental changes was at least partly right, but she
refused to admit that the situation was beyond salvage. It was up
to her to try to save their marriage, even if it meant submitting
to things that were beyond the scope of their agreement ...
"Honey, you're a thousand miles away. I asked you how you
liked your dildos. They are yours; they're a present from your
loving husband. I'm sure you won't be selfish with them; I know
you'll share them with your mother ..."
Kit tried to control the revulsion she felt as she looked
down into the box again. Damn---why would a woman want to use
something like that on herself?
"How about you, Carol? Do you like Kit's little toys? I'm
sure she'll let you use some of them." Jack paused. "Come to
think of it, we'll use them a little right now. Just as a
starter, both of you stand over here and pull your skirts up.
Come on---over here in front of the couch. Right here---facing
each other. A little closer together, but not too close. Okay.
Now---pull your skirts up and slip your panties off. Come on,
move when I tell you to do something. Get those skirts up and
your panties off. I want to see your cunts ..."
The two women faced each other as they self-consciously began
to comply with his orders. Kit could not bring herself to look
into her mother's eyes; besides her natural embarrassment she also
felt a sense of guilt, a certain responsibility for the situation
because she had refused to follow Carol's advice. And the evening
was probably going to be a rough one ...
"Good. Good. It's always good to see cunts as pretty as
these no matter how many times you've seen them before." Jack's
eyes traveled from Carol's thick blonde pubic hair to Kit's
somewhat thinner but equally silky curls as both women stepped out
of their panties.
After a moment he again picked up the box of dildos.
"Alright, girls, for a starter I want you to each pick a dildo and
use it on yourself a little. See how it feels. I know you've
both fucked yourself with things before, but you'll find these
much better than anything except a real prick. Carol, you may
have used a dildo before. Have you?"
Carol tried to keep her feelings out of her voice as she
replied. "NOW Jack, I haven't. I've never had one, and I've
never needed one ..."
His reply was a hollow laugh. "Oh, come off it. Any woman
can find use for a dildo; no one man can fuck her as much as she
wants unless she's undersexed. And I'm pretty sure you've never
had that problem. Well, hell---let's have a little less talk and
a little more action. I want to see a couple of these up your
cunts." He held the box between the partially nude women as they
held their skirts above their hips. Both Carol and Kit stared
down at the objects with a fascination they could not control.
"Well, go on---both of you pick one and we'll give them a
try. This is a little one sided---all I'll get to do is watch.
But that's me---old unselfish Jack. Go on---pick one out."
Both women finally did make a selection. Each took a medium
sized example and slowly removed it from the box.
"Good. Those look like they ought to do the job. Well, you
know what that job is. Spread your legs so you can get them in
your cunts. You'll probably have to lick them to wet them unless
your pussies are already wet enough. Be your own judge of that.
Well---come on. Don't just stand there and look at them ..."
Carol moved first. She raised the plastic organ to her lips
and tentatively protruded her pink tongue to moisten it. The
action produced an odd feeling---she felt at once a little
foolish, somewhat embarrassed, and undeniably aroused ...
The sensation that resulted from her tonguing of the object
was also strange. She had no illusions about its genuineness;
only in the most indirect fashion did it resemble actual oral love
to a male penis. And yet there was a definite sensuality
involved; imitation or not, the fact remained that she intended to
put the thing in her vagina and produce an orgasm through its use
... and in front of her daughter and son-in-law ...
"Come on, Carol---let's see it in your cunt. Spread your
legs a little more and kind of bend your knees if you need to.
There---that makes your cunt lips spread a little. Now, take one
hand and hold the lips apart while you put it in ..."
Carol felt a flash of anger. "Damn it, Jack, you don't have
to tell a woman how to jack herself off. I know what to do
without your instructions."
But his sudden smile made Carol realize that her protest was
self-defeating. Any sign of resistance only increased the man's
pleasure. And so Carol came to the conclusion that she had
reached so many times before---her best course was to cooperate
fully and get the whole episode over with a minimum of friction
...
She made herself smile at him as she reached between her legs
and spread the lips with the fingers of one hand. Without further
hesitation she changed her grip on the plastic, flesh colored
dildo and brought the head of it to the lips of her femininity.
"Oh, gosh ..." The soft exclamation came from Kit and made
Carol look once more at the pretty girl who stood with her own
legs spread in an almost mirror image of her mother's lewd
position. Kit's eyes were locked on the organ that was slowly
working its way into the warm depths of Carol's body.
"Feel good, Carol? Feel like a real prick up your cunt?
Tell us about it, honey, and do it in detail ..."
The beautiful woman standing in the undignified but sensual
pose with her legs spread and an artificial penis almost fully
into her vagina made herself continue to smile as she looked back
at the man who was responsible for this whole ridiculous but
erotic scene. "Yes, it feels good, Jack. Partly because I'm all
worked up, I guess. Oh, it doesn't actually feel like a real
prick, but it seems to have kind of a special feeling all its own.
And the feeling is pretty similar to being fucked---I guess if you
were in bed by yourself with the light out it would be pretty easy
to imagine that somebody was fucking you ..." Carol's words were
merely what she thought that Jack wanted to hear, but the dildo
did produce a reaction in her aroused body. She gradually worked
it into herself to full depth and then left it motionless as her
vagina acclimated to the strange but undeniably welcome stranger.
And then Jack turned to his pretty young wife. "Kit,
darling, what are you waiting for? I want to see your dildo go up
your cunt, too. You may need it more than Carol does; when I'm
away you can't fuck with anybody else like she can if she wants
to. Unless I tell you, you can, that is. And by the way I've got
something in mind along that line that you ought to really like,
at least after you get used to it. But we'll go into that later--
-right now I just want to see you fuck yourself. Go on, honey---
get it in your cunt, just like your mother did ..."
Like her mother, Kit accepted the notion that, for the
present, compliance was the best policy. And she also knew a
certain curiosity and even need---her libido was aroused, and the
thing in her hand offered the only immediate means of relief ...
Kit closed her eyes as she reached beneath herself and spread the
lips of her vulva, then brought the head of the dildo between
them. She had not moistened the shaft, as Carol had done, but her
vagina was now so wet that it seemed unnecessary ...
And then without further urging the distraught young wife
made the penetration and plunged the imitation organ to the full
depth of her vagina. Unlike her mother, Kit did not pause to
savor the feeling of full penetration. She immediately drew the
dildo almost out of herself, then, with a little moan, plunged it
back in as she set a tempo and began to stroke herself ... Her
eyes were closed and she seemed to have forgotten the other people
in the room as she moaned softly and let a little trickle of
saliva escape from the corner of her slightly open mouth. Her
free hand went to her bosom and began to fondle one breast through
her clothes ...
Carol watched her daughter in shocked surprise. She had not
expected Kit to react in this uninhibited fashion, although she
realized that it was the best way to handle the situation. Carol
continued to hold her own dildo motionless as she watched Kit's
increasingly frenzied action.
"Okay, Carol, get with it. Want you two to come at the same
time if you can. Damn, looks like Kit has more natural talent
with a dildo than you have ..."
Carol barely heard Jack's words, but she did begin to move
the shaft in her own body. Her eyes were on the movements of
Kit's hand, and unconsciously she began to time her own thrusts to
those of her daughter ...
The man was also engaged in auto-eroticism. His action was
somewhat more conventional as his hand pumped his hard penis.
Jack's organ was a large one, but it was not quite as big as the
two replicas now in the vaginas of his wife and her mother.
And then Jack's motion on his penis stopped as he looked at
the two working females. "Hold it---hold up a minute. I've
changed my mind---I don't want you to come yet. Stop, damn it---
you hear me?"
His words did finally penetrate the lust saturated minds of
Carol and Kit. Carol responded first, but reluctantly and only
partially; she stopped the major motion of the hand that held the
dildo but continued a subtle and almost undetectable rotary motion
of the shaft in her vagina.
Jack looked at his wife, displeased by her failure to follow
his instructions. "Damn it, I said stop, Kit. Quit fucking your
damn cunt. Open your eyes and look at me, damn you. And hold
that God damn thing still in your cunt ..."
The man's growing anger finally cut through the sexual fog
that had surrounded Kit. Disappointed, she nevertheless, stilled
her hand and opened her eyes to look at her husband. Husband ...
damn, could she really have married this man? Could she possibly
still love him?
"Okay, that's a little better. You pay attention when I say
something, Kit. Now---I've got an idea for a little refinement or
two. First, I want both of you to take your dildos out of your
cunts and hold them up in front of you. Now that should be
perfectly clear---don't make me repeat everything I say. Take
them out and hold them up ..."
Both women looked at Jack with distaste as they complied.
Slowly, and with reluctance that they made no effort to conceal,
they drew the plastic organs out of their bodies and held them,
glistening with the fluids of their vaginas, up in front of their
heaving breasts. Each looked at the other's instrument; both were
wet to the point of dripping.
"Okay. Now---I want each of you to sample the other's dildo
with your mouth. Suck it a little like you would a prick so you
can taste each other's cunt juice. Hell, you've done that before-
--you ought to enjoy it by now. Well, come on---don't stall every
time I tell you to do something. Move!"
Neither woman looked at the man; their eyes were locked on
the object in the other's hand. Then Carol reached for the dildo
her daughter held. Her arousal was so pronounced that she felt
little reluctance to carry out Jack's weird instructions. She
took Kit's dildo and without hesitation brought it up to her face.
Carol stared at it for a moment as she studied the wetness of her
daughter's vaginal juices at close range, then brought it to her
mouth as her tongue slipped out and began to lick the head of the
thing that she held in her hand.
"That's it, Carol baby. You like it? You like to suck Kit's
cunt juice? How does it taste? Taste like her cunt does when you
suck it?"
Jack's words only partially registered on Carol's numb brain.
But she nodded to pacify him as she continued to lick and savor
the plastic shaft that had been far up Kit's vagina ... It did
have the flavor of her daughter's femininity, and in Carol's
present state that made it a highly desirable object ...
And Carol's sensual action struck a note in Kit's lust-fogged
mind. She had automatically accepted Carol's dildo when her
mother took hers, and Kit slowly brought it up to her own mouth as
she watched Carol savor the object that she now had in her mouth
...
But Kit was not to know the taste of the dildo that Carol had
used. As she brought it close to her mouth Jack unexpectedly
stopped the perverted tableau. "Okay, hold it. That's enough of
this---I'll pop my rocks if I watch much more of it, and I got a
better idea. Gonna let you two finish each other up with your new
pricks, and you're gonna do it in a way that'll let ole Jack get
his jollies at the same time." He paused and seemed to think as
he looked around the room and then back at the two women standing
in front of the couch. Both appeared fully dressed; their skirts
had fallen back into place as they handled the dildos and only the
two pairs of panties on the thick rug suggested that they had
partially disrobed ...
"Hell, we oughta be in the bedroom, but I don't want to waste
the time. We'll do it right here. Right here on the floor. Go
on and finish undressing---and don't take all night ..."
Neither woman had any notion of what he planned next, but
neither questioned him. They quickly took off their remaining
clothes and then faced hem nervously. But both were prepared to
carry out his plan, whatever it was, and Carol especially was
eager to continue in order to find the relief that she almost
desperately needed. Even Kit's arousal was such that she was
willing to continue without protest. She had been initially
appalled by the lewd perversion of his schemes, but she was now
willing to go ahead with them ...
Jack, too, had ripped off the rest of his clothes, and he
faced the women of his household with an erection that equaled
anything that even the experienced Carol had ever seen. "Okay,
here's what we do. You're gonna fuck each other with the dildo
you've got now. I want you on the floor in the sixty-nine
position with Carol on top. But don't suck each other---use the
dildo. Come on, let's go. You'll be comfortable, Kit---the
carpet's thick and soft."
His remark about the carpet was true, but at this point Kit
would have been unconcerned about bare concrete. Without further
urging she sank to the floor in front of the couch and lay down on
her back. She looked up at Carol as she brought her knees up and
spread them, making her wet vagina visible again to her mother and
husband. "Come on, Mom. I ... I'm ready ..."
And so was Carol. She let her eyes feast briefly on Kit's
exposed crotch, then moved to her and straddled Kit's chest facing
her feet. In another moment she sank to her hands and knees as
she brought her loins over Kit's upturned face. Both women still
held their artificial penis.
"Good. You both look pretty that way. Now take your dildos
and work 'em in each other's cunt. We could have used the belt
attachments, I guess, but we'll try that later. This time you can
just hand fuck each other. Go ahead---get 'em in your pussys ..."
Both women were willing. They began to work the shafts in
between the lips of the other's vagina, and both gave a little
soft cry as they simultaneously gave and received pleasure.
"Mom ... come a little closer. Can you bend your knees a
little more and bring your cunt down some more? Good ... oh,
that's good. I can get it in easy now. Does that feel good? OH!
Oh gee ... Mom, it feels so good when you stick it in my cunt.
Go on and shove it in---deep as you can. Oh, damn it feels so
good. Am I making you feel good?"
Carol mumbled a reply as she worked her dildo into Kit's
young vagina even as the young girl plunged her shaft deep into
her mother's body. Each began a series of thrusts, slow at first,
into and out of the vagina of the other ...
And, unnoticed by the excited females, Jack began to prepare
for his own gratification. Holding his penis, he moved around to
Kit's head and sank to his knees just behind Carol's twitching
buttocks. His knees were between Carol's spread legs as he leaned
over for a close view of his wife's action in her mother's vagina.
Kit became aware of him as her hazy vision finally registered the
testicles swinging inches above her forehead ...
Jack watched Kit manipulate the dildo for a moment. It
glistened wetly as it was pulled almost out of the grasping lips
of Carol's vulva, then pushed back into the eager channel.
"Okay, hold up a minute, Kit. Keep your prick still in her
while I get in her. I'm gonna give her another big bang---while
you fuck her cunt with that plastic prick I'm gonna bugger her
asshole with a real one. That oughta be a pretty choice double
fuck. One of these days you can have it like this too, honey,
soon as you loosen up a little ... Now hold still while I get my
prick in her ass." Jack paused as he adjusted his position behind
Carol's buttocks. "You got to hold still too, Carol. It's hard
enough to hit an asshole without having to worry about a moving
target ..."
Both women were now still as the full implication of Jack's
plan hit them. Carol was willing to undergo the double invasion;
the perversion involved was, at the moment, insignificant compared
to the extra measure of stimulation she would receive ...
And Kit's arousal was such that she looked forward to the act
that would take place almost directly in front of her eyes. She
would continue to give her mother pleasure in her vagina while she
watched her husband's penis derive its own twisted gratification
in her rectum ...
Kit's eyes were wide as she watched Jack bring the tip of his
organ to the little rosy aperture of Carol's anus. He paused for
a moment, then began to push the hard shaft into the small
opening. Kit was fascinated by the lewd sight; she stared as her
mother's rectum involuntarily resisted the unnatural penetration.
"Damn, Carol, don't tense up your asshole like that. You're
just making it harder on both of us ..."
The woman's voice was muffled as she replied without looking
back at the man behind her. "I'm not trying to keep your prick
out. I'm relaxing the best I can. You ought to wet your prick
with something ..."
Jack agreed. "You're right. I should've ... say, I'll stick
it in your cunt for a minute---no, hell, Kit's already got her
dildo in you." He rocked back on his knees slightly so that he
could look down between Carol's bottom and his belly at his wife's
flushed face. "You do it for me, honey. Take it in your mouth---
you don't have to suck it, just get it wet so it'll go in Carol's
asshole. You won't mind it ..."
And, strangely, Kit found that she did not mind. This act,
which only a short time ago had so repelled her that it had been
largely responsible for their strange arrangement, now seemed
natural enough under the circumstances. Kit's sensual nature had
been so developed and expanded that she now worked the hand that
did not hold the dildo up between Carol's buttocks and Jack's
thighs to grasp his hard penis. She turned the head down so that
it pointed at her face and began to pull gently on it.
"Alright, Jack, I ... I'll wet it for you. I don't really
mind taking it in my mouth. I'll suck it for a little while if
you want me to ..."
But Kit's offer was a little late. Her husband's exclamation
as his penis throbbed in her hand gave Kit the first clue. "Kit,
dawn I'm too close---I'm gonna shoot! Take it in your mouth!
God---oh God! Squeeze it---pull it! Oh damn, I'm coming ...
coming ... I'm shootin' ..."
Surprised and unprepared, Kit nevertheless instinctively
pumped on his penis with her little hand as her other hand
unconsciously rammed the dildo deeper into her mother's vagina.
She stared at the head of Jack's organ with wide eyes, but she did
not react fast enough to avoid the first charge of semen as it
shot out of his penis and onto her nose and cheek. She let out a
little cry as she realized what was happening and turned her
pretty face as far to one side as she could. But her position
under her mother's spread legs would not allow her to move far
enough, and Kit closed her eyes and whimpered as spurt after spurt
of white, sticky semen shot from her husband's penis to her
exposed cheek and ear ... and then into her blonde hair ...
Chapter 6
Carol was in the best mood she had known for days as she
leaned back into the car to pick up the sack of groceries. There
was really no reason to be in a cheerful mood; the unwholesome
situation in which she and Kit lived had not changed. But Jack
had been out of town on a business trip since the day after the
dildo episode, and Kit was showing signs of seeing the light. The
lack of actual participation somehow dulled the edges of her
resentment ...
Until she saw the dog, still tied in one side of the carport.
Big and friendly, he was nevertheless a vivid reminder of Jack's
perversion. Through sheer good fortune, circumstances had been
such that they had not yet been used by the dog in his official
capacity. But Jack had given specific instructions that he was
not to be returned to the kennel ...
In spite of her feelings Carol checked the dog's water bowl
and reached down to pat his head as she passed. The dog was a
likable one, and whatever the outcome he was not to blame. But
she got a funny feeling as he licked the palm of her hand---would
she eventually feel that rough but soft tongue in a more intimate
place? "Okay, boy, that's enough. I like you, too, but ..."
Carol shuddered a little as she moved away from the dog. Her eyes
automatically went underneath his body to his fully sheathed
penis. Damn, it was probably a big one ... Carol's mood was
considerably more somber as she turned and left the carport.
And Kit's expression did nothing to dispel Carol's growing
gloom as she entered the kitchen. "Hi, honey. Boy, this sack is
heavy. But then it ought to be, as high as groceries are now."
She put the sack on the kitchen cabinet and turned toward
Kit, who sat at the table in the little recessed breakfast nook.
Carol was surprised to see three beer cans on the table. "Say,
child, that's a lot of beer, for you. Trying to go the alcoholic
route?"
Kit turned grim eyes up to her mother. "I'd like to. I'd be
drinking whiskey, except we're out of it. That's something else
we have to do---lay in a supply of liquor."
Carol stared at her daughter, well aware now that something
was wrong. She stood with one hand still on the sack of
groceries. "Alright Kit, what is it? Something's got you bugged
..."
Kit took a sip of beer before she replied? then looked up at
the standing woman. "I'm more than just bugged, Mom. Jack's
back; he called from the office. He ... Mom, he's got a party on
for tonight. Here, with us. What I mean is, we're to entertain
the guests he brings home. Men---customers, I guess." The
obviously distressed girl paused. "Mom---it's to be a fuck party.
We'll have to let the men fuck us, just like we were whores hired
to take care of his customers for the evening. The bastard---
making his family fuck so he can sell some more barroom fixtures.
I hope his damn plumbing business goes to hell ..."
Carol was surprised but not shocked by the news; she had half
expected a development of this nature. She abandoned the
groceries and slipped into a seat opposite Kit. "Baby, are you
sure about all this? Did Jack come right out and say ..."
"That we have to fuck his customers? No, he didn't---I think
they were in the office when he called. But there's no mistake.
He ... he even said to be sure that the dog is well fed ..."
Carol sighed. "Well, I guess that's clear enough.
Apparently we're to finally have the pleasure of being fucked by a
dog---and with an audience. That ought to sell some plumbing
supplies." She paused, suddenly bone weary, then slowly got to
her feet. "Well, I can see without asking that you're still not
ready to get out of all this. If we've got to do it, I'm going to
go take a long, hot bath. Maybe I'll fall asleep in the tub and
drown No, hell---I'm too mad to go to sleep. Damn ..." Carol
turned to leave the kitchen. "Put the groceries up, Kit. There's
some steak and milk that need to go in the refrigerator."
Kit looked at her mother. "Okay, I'll take care of it. Mom
... mom, you're not mad at me are you? Oh, I know how you must
feel---it seems stupid to you for me to stay on with Jack and take
all this. I ... I have been thinking quite a bit lately about
leaving---ever since he made us use the dildos. But somehow I
just can't quite do it ... yet."
Carol's face softened as she looked at her distressed
daughter. "Okay, honey. You can call the shots; after all it's
your marriage. But I think it's a losing battle. Well, me for
the tub. Maybe you ought to order the liquor while we're thinking
about it ..."
* * *
The atmosphere was just a little strained; Kit knew as she
looked at the girls that they had had sex with her husband. Well,
that was a small thing, by his standards ...
"I ... I'm sorry. Didn't mean to just leave you standing
there. Come on in. Jack's not with you?"
The lush brunette smiled. "He's out picking up the men.
Seems they're staying at three different motels, for some reason.
I'm your husband's secretary, and this is Jean Simpson. She's
been with the company about a month."
The pretty young girl smiled. "I'm glad to know you, Mrs.
Ames. I wasn't really sure that we'd ever meet."
Kit studied the young blonde. She was sure that this was the
girl Jack had mentioned hiring for public relations' purposes.
Well, hell---he had apparently married largely for the same
purpose ...
Kit waved a hand toward the empty living room. "Sit down.
My mother will be in in a minute. I ... she'll be in on the party
with us, as I suppose you know. Want something to drink?"
The brunette shook her head. "Not yet. I imagine there will
be all the liquor we can handle a little later."
The little blonde giggled. "Nothing for me. My mother says
I'm too young to drink, and I think she's right. But she hasn't
said anything about fucking and smoking pot so I guess that's all
right ..."
Kit looked sharply at the girl. Her lewd language made it
clear that she was well aware of the evening's basic purpose.
Suddenly Kit felt a desire for as much information as she could
get. Jack's secretary had known him a lot longer than Kit had,
and probably even more intimately ...
Kit sat down on the couch by the pretty brunette. Her eyes
went briefly over the girl's full figure; it was the voluptuous
type that Jack preferred. Then she looked up into the girl's cool
eyes. "Nancy ... I wonder ... well, I wonder if you could tell me
a little about this part of Jack's business. This is all new to
me. These parties for his customers, I mean. Have you ... well,
have you been in on them before?"
The girl's smile was thin, but her tone seemed friendly. "Oh
yes, a good many times. And Jean has entertained several times;
in fact this is her principal duty."
Kit felt foolish as she flushed slightly. "Well, what I'm
really getting at, I guess, is what these affairs are really like.
I mean, what goes on exactly?"
Nancy looked steadily at the young wife as she felt a curious
mixture of sympathy and contempt. She knew that Kit really knew
the score; that she was merely grasping at straws. But Nancy also
knew that Kit had not understood the situation when she married
Jack, and it was a pretty rough thing for a young bride to be
subjected to ... "Mrs. Ames---Kit---I think you really know. We
are here strictly for the pleasure of the men. To put it bluntly,
so that they can fuck us. Or whatever they want to do; usually
fucking is a fairly small part of it. For instance Jack tells me
that he has a dog for tonight. I've never been quite sure why,
but men seem to get a big bang out of seeing a girl fucked by a
dog. I don't like it---I'm always afraid the dog will get hung up
in my cunt like they do sometimes when they screw a bitch. Dog
type bitch, that is. But so far it hasn't happened to me. Of
course I haven't actually taken on a dog but just a few times.
And I have to admit that they usually give me a good come ..."
Kit felt a little sick; her desire for information had
evaporated. "I ... I see. Well, if you two won't have anything I
think I'll have quick one. I feel like I'm going to need it ..."
* * *
"Hey---that stuff ready?
The voice in the kitchen door made Carol look up as she put
the finishing touches on a tray of sandwiches. "It's ready, Jack.
Jack ... come in a minute and close the door. Please."
Her son-in-law frowned slightly but did as she asked. "What
is it, Carol? I need to get back out there---you do too. It's
been a little slow so far. We got to get a little life in this
thing ..."
Carol faced this man whom she had come to despise. "Jack---
what exactly do you want us to do? Kit, I mean. Can't you go
easy on her? After all, she is your wife. And you've got three
other women ..."
The man shook his head impatiently. "Oh hell, Carol, don't
start this crap. The fact that Kit's my wife adds a lot of spice
for a couple of those bastards out there. They've wanted to try
wife swapping and haven't had the nerve, and they're thinking that
at least they're gonna get to fuck somebody's wife. Hell, Kit'll
be okay. Don't worry about it. Come on---let's get those
sandwiches out there. Two or three of them didn't have any
dinner, and it's hell to fuck on an empty stomach...
* * *
Kit's walk was a little unsteady as she carried the two
martini glasses. She had already had more to drink than she
usually allowed herself in an entire evening. She just felt that
she was going to need it although, so far, the party had been
surprisingly mild ...
"Here, Kit. You're about to pass me up. Don't do that."
The young wife turned and stared at the paunchy man on the
couch. He was right---he was the one she had volunteered to get a
drink for ...
"Oh, sorry, Mr. ... Mr. ..."
"Henry, honey, call me Henry. Here, sit down by me. You
look a little wobbly. Let me have the glasses."
Kit sided in relief as she slumped down beside the smiling
man. She saw his eyes go to her legs as the short skirt of her
micro sheath went high on her lush thighs ... probably over the
tops of her stockings, but she was too woozy to care. She
quivered slightly as she felt one of his hands on her leg ...
"Kit, honey---you're the sexiest little thing I've seen in a
long time. When the fucking starts I want your cunt first---
okay?"
The bluntness of his proposal sobered the pretty young blonde
slightly, but only for a moment. She smiled at him. He was a
nice man---why shouldn't he fuck her first? "Okay, Mr. Henry, if
you want to. I guess it's alright for you fuck me first. Say,
maybe you shouldn't fuck me at all. Don't you have a wife?"
The man chuckled. "Sure do, honey, but that don't make no
difference. You got a husband, too, don't you? He's the one told
me how good your cunt is. You know, maybe I ought to check it out
a little ..."
Before the befuddled girl recognized the man's intention he
leaned toward her and ran a sweaty hand in between her soft
thighs. The fingers traveled without difficulty up to the band of
her panties as Kit spread her legs slightly in an automatic reflex
to his touch. Then she reacted and clamped her thighs against his
inquiring hand.
"Oh ... No, you shouldn't! That's not nice ... my husband
is here---he'll see you. Please---take your hand away. You
shouldn't touch me like that ..."
The man looked up at her impatiently. He was willing to put
up with a minimum amount of apparent reluctance, but any real
objection from one of the girls would be intolerable. He went
along with her for the moment. "Hell, Kit, you don't mind my
hand. Let me finger fuck you a little---make you feel good. I
know a finger ain't like a prick up your cunt, but ..."
Kit's alcohol befuddled mind rebelled. Her reaction to the
drinks she had consumed was opposite to the usual one; instead of
loosening her morals it tended to destroy the careful
rationalizations with which she meant to justify her part in the
evening's lewd activities. "No---no, you shouldn't try to play
with me like that. It's not right. My ... my husband is right
over there ..."
The paunchy man's limited tolerance vanished. "You damn
right he's there. He's the one bragged about what good pussy you
are." He turned toward Jack, who stood with Nancy in a small
group at the bar. "Hey, Jack---comm'ere. Thought your wife was
good cunt. Hell, she don't even wanna finger fuck. What the
hell?"
The man's loud complaint brought Kit to her senses. She
realized that she had been uncooperative, despite her earlier
decision to comply with Jack's wishes. It dawned on her for the
first time that she was actually a little afraid of her husband
...
"What's the problem, Henry? Kit not treating you right? She
will, I'll guarantee it. Maybe she's had a little more to drink
than she should." Jack turned to Kit. "You're gonna be nice to
Henry, aren't you baby? You're damn right you are. You read me,
Kit?"
Kit understood him clearly enough, and she recognized the
implied threat in his tone. Damn, if she was going to cooperate
it was stupid to cause trouble before she did it ...
"Jack ... yes, darling, I read you. I ... Henry
misunderstood me, I think. I'll do whatever he wants me to. I
... I want to do it. Please, honey---I'll cooperate ..."
Jack looked at his young wife closely. "I know you will,
Kit." He paused and then smiled at the man seated by the pretty
blonde girl. "She'll be okay, Henry. Drinks may have got to her
for a minute; she's not used to much alcohol. Tell you what---
we'll have her prove it to you. What would like to have her do?
Anything you like ..."
The man seemed to be appeased. The thought of having this
lush young girl at his disposal quickly erased his displeasure.
He stared down at her body and grinned. "Well now, Jack, I don't
exactly know. Lots of things she could do, I guess. Hey---does
she like to double fuck?"
Jack grinned. "At the moment she likes to do anything. What
kind of a double fuck you have in mind?"
The man seemed eager now. "Well, maybe just a quick, stand-
up deal here where everybody can see. Sandwich style---her in the
middle between you and me. One of us in her cunt and the other in
her asshole. How's that sound?"
Jack was not wildly enthusiastic about the proposal; it was
not the way he had planned to start the activity. But, hell---it
was as good a way as any. He could save the movies until later
when everybody was trying to catch a second wind. Besides, there
was no real alternative without risking the man's displeasure.
And it happened that he was the most important customer in the
group ...
"Sure, Henry, why not? Sounds good to me. And I bet it does
to Kit, too ... right, darling?" The look in Jack's eyes as he
turned to his wife made her range of choice clear.
"I ... yes, Jack. Anything you say. I'll be glad to ...
accommodate Henry."
The man's good humor returned. He exploded with laughter at
Kit's reply. "Hey, honey, you sure talk sweet. But I don't wanna
accommodate," I wanna fuck. That mean the same thing, baby? Tell
me if it does---tell me you want me to fuck you. Go on, baby---I
wanna hear you say it."
Jack grinned down at his young wife as she sat before him on
the couch. He welcomed her discomfort; it served her right for
incurring the man's displeasure. And now that he thought of it,
the man's proposal seemed more and more attractive. "Well, go on,
Kit---tell the gentlemen that you want him to fuck you. Tell him
how you'd like for him to do it."
Kit felt herself flush as she turned to the man at her side
and forced herself to speak softly." I ... I do want you to fuck
me. However you want to. If you want to double fuck me with my
husband, I'll be glad ..."
Jack cut her off. "Speak up, Kit, nobody can hear you." He
paused as an idea struck him, then turned to the scattered group
of people. "Hey, everybody---give me your attention. Everybody--
-please ..."
He waited for a minute until the buzz of conversation died
and the group turned to look at the trio at the couch. Jack was
grinning as he held up a hand. "Come a little closer, if you
will. My wife has something to say that I think you'll find
interesting. That's it---come in a little closer. I had planned
some movies to start the ball rolling, but I think my sweet little
wife wants to do it instead." Jack looked down at the
increasingly nervous young girl he had married. "Alright,
darling---tell them about it. About what Henry proposed, and what
you're going to do. Speak up so everybody can hear you. I know
they'll be interested. Go ahead ..."
Kit felt numb, but she knew that Jack would not tolerate less
than full cooperation. But, God---how could he expect her to talk
of such things before all these people? Then she moaned inwardly
as it struck her that he wanted her not only to talk but also to
perform in front of them. He wanted not only for her to serve as
a whore, but to do it without the privacy in which a respectable
whore plied her profession. But, as usual since this whole unholy
mess began, she had no choice ...
Kit drew a deep breath and faced the group, most of whom were
now close to the couch and obviously eager for the act which would
kick off the evening's fun. She made herself smile, and somehow
she found it easier to talk than she had anticipated. "Well, I
... I want Henry and Jack to---well, to double fuck me. I've
never done it, but it ought to be wonderful for the girl. I think
we're to do it standing up---me between them. I don't know who
will take my cunt and who will have my asshole, but it doesn't
really matter." Kit paused and looked up at her husband. "Is
that alright, honey? Is that the way you want to do it?"
The man at her side answered before Jack could speak.
"That's just right, baby. And I'm ready to fuck---right now. See
what you done?" He took Kit's hand and pressed it in the crotch
of his trousers, then humped his hips slightly under her hand in a
lewd gesture that expressed his intentions graphically. And, to
her surprise, Kit felt a certain warmth in her loins as her
fingers tested the almost hard penis through the man's clothes.
He seemed adequately equipped for the job he intended to do ...
damn, his penis was as big as Jack's. Kit's mind churned as it
occurred to her that it would be better to have a smaller organ in
her rectum ...
But she had little time for such thoughts. Both men were now
eager to begin, and the rest of the crowd was impatient for the
start of the promised action. And, by no means least, Kit was
herself ready, at least in the physical sense ...
Jack seemed to take charge. He held out a hand to his pretty
wife. "Stand up, honey, and get your clothes off. Time to fuck.
Henry, let's you and me strip, too. You as ready as I am?"
The man beside Kit chuckled as he picked up his drink and
finished it, then got to his feet. "More ready, I bet, Jack.
You've had a lot of Kit's pussy before, but it's new stuff to me.
Which side you want me to take?"
Jack laughed. "You're the guest here, Henry. Take your
choice. You're welcome to my wife's cunt or her asshole,
whichever you want. In fact you can have 'em both over the course
of the evening ..."
Both men were quickly undressing as they talked, but the eyes
of the spectators saw only Kit's disrobing operation. The chore
was a brief one; she wore no underclothes except her already moist
bikini panties. That whispy material soon joined her sheath on
one end of the couch, and she felt a stab of sensual excitement as
she turned, nude except for garter belt and hose, to face the two
naked men and the crowd behind them.
The crowd was impressed; they all seemed enthralled by Kit's
young but mature body. At the edge of the group, Carol was
surprised by the obvious power of her daughter's femininity over
this fairly jaded bunch.
"Hey, look at them tits ..."
"Tits, hell. Look at that cunt. Boy I bet that little
thing's tight and juicy ..."
Jack seemed proud of the impact his wife had on the assembly.
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her gently so that
she faced the people squarely, then shook her shoulders just
enough to make the lush globes of her breasts quiver. He moved
his hands down to the soft flesh and tweaked the already hard
nipples ...
"Jack ... hey, ale buddy, I can't wait." Henry's voice
reflected his anxiety. "These other jokers can get their rocks
off in Kit later, if they want. Right now I got to fuck her.
Jack, if it's okay with you I'll take her cunt and you can have
her asshole. Think we're near enough the right height?"
The man's words focused Jack's attention on the act
immediately at hand, and he found himself almost as aroused as the
man who was about to sample Kit for the first time. The act they
proposed was perverted enough to arouse Jack fully. He had become
aware, in recent months, that his response to routine sex had
tapered off noticeably, and that increasingly offbeat situations
were necessary to arouse him fully. The development had been of
some concern to him, but he had managed to keep sexually occupied
in a variety of ways that partially masked the problem ...
"Suits me, Henry. Okay Kit, right here. Face Henry---that's
it. Now, let's see ..." Jack backed off slightly to appraise the
geometrical problem involved. The trouble with a lot of these
three and four way deals was that they didn't work out in practice
like they sounded in conversation, usually because the people
involved just didn't fit properly. But in this case ...
"Henry, we can make this work. You and me are about the same
height and that's the important thing. Kit is too short for us,
but we can fix that." He turned to the ring of spectators. "One
of you jokers get me three or four thick books off the shelves
over there. I knew having a library would be useful sooner or
later ..."
One of the men secured the necessary volumes and brought them
to Jack. "Ought to do it. Thanks. Kit ... stand on these and
let's see what we got."
The young wife dutifully stepped up on the mound of books and
again faced her anxious client. Her eyes automatically dropped to
his loins to check the condition of his penis, and she was
gratified to see that the brief delay had had no adverse effects.
"Okay, looks good. For me, anyway---how bout you, Henry? Is
Kit's cunt about the right height for you to fuck?"
The man stared at the barely visible lips of Kit's vagina as
they nestled beneath the somewhat inadequate protection of her
blonde pubic curls. "I think so. But I'll damn sure find out ...
you ready, Jack?"
The man behind Kit nodded as he reached out and fondled her
lush buttocks. "All set back here. Tell you what, Henry---I
think I better get in her ass first. She's not used to it, and
it's gonna hurt a little. She'll have to bend over while I put it
in, then she can straighten up to take your prick."
The paunchy man in front of Kit nodded. "Okay, what ever you
say. I'll check her tits out while she's bent over ..."
Jack chuckled. "Good deal." He patted Kit's soft buttocks
again as she stood before him on the books. "Okay, honey, time to
bugger. You'll like this after you get used to it. Bend over and
reach back and spread your ass for me ..." He paused and looked
around as Kit bent before him. "Carol ..."
Carol had anticipated him. She appeared at Jack's side
holding a jar of petroleum jelly. "Here, Jack. Use a lot of
this; Kit'll need it."
Jack grinned as he reached for the jar, then he seemed to
change his mind. "You do it, Carol. Put the stuff on my prick
and up Kit's asshole."
The pretty woman did not bother to comment. She took a
generous amount of the greasy substance on her fingers and brought
them to his waving penis. She felt it throb in anticipation as
she rubbed the lubricant on the hard shaft.
"Okay, honey---don't jack it off. I want to blow my first
load up Kit's bottom. Put some in her ass if you're going to ..."
Carol again hooked a finger into the jar and brought a glob
of the substance out. She looked down at Kit, who was still bent
forward with her hands spreading her buttocks. "Honey, I'm going
to put some of this in you. It'll help a lot ..." She brought
her finger to the crease between her daughter's spread buttocks
and to the small puckered opening of her anus. After a moment she
felt Kit quiver as her finger invaded the tight little opening ...
She rubbed the lubricant into the tight channel with the thought
that the entry of Jack's big penis would be difficult and probably
very painful the first time ...
But the situation took an unexpected turn. The man in front
of Kit looked over her back at Jack. "Say, Jack ... I think I'll
take a rain check on this. I guess it seems funny, but instead of
startin' like this I think I'd like to see the dog fuck Kit. I
mean, I still want to fuck her, but I'm not really too hot on this
standin' up bit. Okay with you if we have the dog screw her, then
I do it?"
Jack looked at the man in surprise. Such a change was the
very last thing that he wanted. At this point Jack wanted only to
get his penis safely into Kit's enticing little anus, but Henry
was the customer, and his wishes would have to prevail. Damn it,
customer or not the bastard shouldn't have started this episode
unless he intended to finish it ...
But Jack made his smile and voice mask his real feelings.
"Sure, Henry---anything you say. Want me to bring the dog in now
or wait till later?"
The man grinned sheepishly---in a way that gave Jack an
insight into the real problem. "Well, why don't we wait a little?
Maybe it's a little early yet for the main act ..."
"Sure, Henry. That's a good idea. Anytime you're ready to
see the dog fuck Kit you holler ..." Jack forced himself not to
look at the other man's crotch; the real problem was that Henry
had, for some reason, lost his erection. Damn, Jack thought, that
poor bastard's in bad shape when he goes soft right before he
fucks Kit ...
* * *
"Easy boy ... easy. There. How you like that pussy? I bet
that's the prettiest you've ever had. You're a lucky dog, you
know that?"
Kit looked over her belly between her raised and spread
thighs at the dog near her feet. On the living room couch with
the entire group crowded around, she was reluctantly prepared to
provide the feature attraction of what had been a long evening.
She had lost track of the men who had taken her, and of the
various ways that they had done it. Only the numbing and welcome
effects of alcohol had enabled her to endure the ordeal
psychologically. Physically she had responded well enough. Too
well, in fact---her uninhibited response was a source of
increasing concern as her liquor clouded mind began to clear. And
now this---the ultimate degradation.
Jack grinned down at his prone wife. "You're lucky, honey,
the dog's hot as hell. He hasn't had a piece of ass since we've
had him tied up in the carport. You're gonna get quite a
fucking." He turned to the people crowded around both sides of
the couch. They were all nude, and most of them had already
engaged in multiple acts of sex. All but two of the men had taken
Kit in one way or another in the past three hours, and the group
as a whole had been about satiated. But the perverted nature of
the act about to take place between a young girl and a dog had
reawakened their interest ...
"Want him to lick your cunt first, Kit? It ought to be so
full of come that he'll have to get some of it out to have room to
get his prick in. How about it---want the dog to lick your cunt?"
Kit threw one forearm over her eyes in a symbolic attempt to
blot out the scene. To her dismay, her mind was clearing, and as
the alcohol induced haze dissolved the full dimensions of her
perversion and degradation began to be visible. And yet she had
no choice---no way to avoid the monstrous act that her husband was
forcing on her ...
"I ... I don't care. I guess he can if he wants to.
Whatever you say ..."
The spectators had more positive opinions. "Yeah, Jack, let
him lick her first. I think I fucked Kit last; we'll see how he
likes my come."
"Hell, Bill, you're crazy---you fucked Kit in her asshole. I
was the last one in her cunt ..."
Kit tried to shut out the vulgar comments as she waited for
her canine lover. Damn, if only the alcohol effects hadn't worn
off just when she needed them the most ...
She forced herself to open her eyes and look at the brute
between her legs. She already knew the dog; she had fed and
petted him during his stay in their carport. But she had somehow
never really been able to visualize him as a sex partner ... until
now.
And there was no longer much doubt about it. Kit stiffened
as she felt the rough tongue make contact with the lips of her
vagina. But the dog did not concentrate immediately on the center
of her sex; instead he transferred his attentions temporarily to
the soft and sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He licked the
white skin thoroughly as Kit instinctively raised and spread her
thighs farther to give the dog easier access to his goal.
He did not tarry long on the secondary areas; after he had
both inner thighs glistening with the wetness of his tongue the
dog again went to her vagina. He licked vertically up the closed
lips, then, with an adroitness that could only have come from
experience, penetrated and separated the soft lips with his
knowing tongue.
In spite of herself Kit reacted to the perverted stimulation.
She tried to muffle her little moans as she lay back flat and
closed her eyes. Her legs went even farther apart and her knees
came up close to her heaving breasts as she savored the animal's
attention. Damn, a dog did know how to lick, how to use that
long, soft tongue like no man possibly could ...
"Look at him lick. Boy, she won't even want a man to eat her
pussy after he gets through ..."
"Hey, Nancy---you gettin' hot for some dog fucking He'll
probably have plenty left for the rest of you girls. Damn, look
at his prick slide out ..."
The ribald comments of the spectators reflected the
reawakening of their desires as they watched the pretty young wife
submit to the animal. And the women were affected as much as the
men; even Carol, standing unobtrusively at the back of the group
found herself unwillingly stimulated as she watched a dog make
love to her daughter. The last remark made her attention focus on
the dog's long red penis as it emerged from its hairy sheath.
Carol's pulse raced as she looked at the shaft---how would a thing
like that feel in a woman's vagina? For an instant she almost
envied Kit ...
And then Carol's participation in the act increased from the
level of spectator to that of participant. She had not noticed
that Jack had turned and was searching the group of people.
"Carol---there you are. Come on up here, dear mother-in-law, and
help your daughter get fucked. Come on up here ..."
Carol found herself moving toward the couch. She was nude,
as were all of the people, but she was so preoccupied that she was
not conscious of the sensual bounce of her heavy breasts as she
But at least one of the spectators noticed. "Hot damn---look
at them boobs shake. Easy to see where Kit got her tits from.
Hey, Jack---is Carol's cunt as good as Kit's?"
Jack grinned at the questioner. "Nelson, ole buddy, I'm not
gonna answer that. Why you think I got both of 'em here tonight?
You probably already fucked Kit---fuck Carol and see for yourself.
Or are you through for the night?"
The crowd laughed as Jack turned to his lush mother-in-law.
"Carol, honey, want you to help a little. You take Fido's prick
and play with it a little to be sure it's in the best possible
condition for Kit. Then I'm gonna let you help him get it in her
cunt ..."
Carol made no reply as she stared at the long organ. She was
now so aroused that her new role was not unwelcome. She sank to
her knees beside the dog and put a hand on his back as she watched
him work on Kit's vagina, his dripping tongue was now going in and
out of the puffed lips. The thought occurred to Carol that one of
the dog's few weak points was that he was apparently unaware of a
girl's clitoris ... but, hell, so were a lot of men who fancied
themselves expert lovers ...
"Okay, Carol---quit daydreaming and take his prick.
Remember, you're doing it for Kit as well as the dog." Jack's
words snapped the beautiful blonde woman's attention back to her
job and she bent slightly to look again at the swaying organ
beneath the dog's shaggy body.
Carol moved one hand slowly toward the strange penis. Then
she grasped it almost eagerly; the erotic nature of the situation
had her own loins once more moist and aroused, and her touch on
the animal produced mutual reactions.
For the dog did react; Carol's fingers made him abandon for a
moment the succulent vagina in front of him and turn to look at
the pretty female who seemed so interested in his penis. This
interest was not a new one to the dog; many of his human sex
partners had clasped his penis in eager hands ...
"Okay, Carol---his prick feel like it's ready?"
The woman did not look up at Jack as she replied. "It's
ready. I think he can fuck Kit now ..."
"Good. Carol, I'm gonna let you help him get it in. You'll
have to move him up and get his front legs over Kit. He'll know
what to do---he's done it before ..."
For the first time Carol looked up at her daughter's face.
She saw there an expression that reflected a lust that seemed to
equal her own. Carol had a momentary rational thought---at least
Kit seemed to be aroused and ready in a purely sexual sense for
the dog. But her reaction later might be something else again ...
Her mind snapped back to the details of the coming union as
the dog began to whimper and move up on Kit's prone body. He put
one foot on her little belly as he worked up between her raised
and spread thighs. Carol's hand stayed on his penis as she
encouraged the move. The organ felt strange in her fingers, it
seemed at the same time both harder and softer than a human penis.
But it throbbed and jerked in her grasp, and Carol had no doubt
that it would provide exquisite pleasure to the girl beneath the
hairy beast. For a moment she envied her excited daughter ...
Jack looked down at his wife. "You ready, Kit? You want the
dog's prick up your cunt? Tell me if you want him to fuck you."
Kit's eyes were closed but her answer was not hesitant. "Oh,
yes ... yes. Let him fuck me, if that's what you want ..."
Her husband shook his head. "I didn't ask you what I want.
I want to know if you want the dog to fuck you. Tell me exactly
what you want."
Again Kit's answer tumbled out without hesitation. "Yes---
damn it, I want him. Let him fuck me---I want his prick up my
cunt. Oh, hell---Mom, put it in for me. Hurry---I want him to
fuck me ..."
Kit's words made Carol act. The dog was now in position, and
she pulled on the long penis as she sought to bring it the final
inches into Kit's waiting vagina. The dog's earlier attention had
left the pretty lips separated and waiting.
And then the dog made contact and instinctively pushed his
organ into Kit's channel. Carol was surprised at the speed of the
initial thrust as she felt the shaft slide in her hand and enter
her daughter's willing vagina. Carol barely had time to remove
her hand before the dog penetrated fully and then immediately
began a series of rapid strokes.
Carol rocked back on her knees as the animal began to
function on Kit. His tempo was much faster than that of the
normal human act and she could see Kit tremble and quiver under
the strange, animalistic impetus. But she could also tell that
the young wife was experiencing pleasure ...
And Kit was being gripped by a stimulation of a kind and
intensity that was entirely new to her. Her moans were clearly
audible now as her head rolled from side to side and saliva
trickled from a corner of her mouth. "Oh, God ... I never---fuck
me, fuck me. I never knew. Mom, are you there? He's fucking me.
The damn dog's fucking me. God, he fucks fast. I'm gonna come!
I'm coming! Oh, damn---damn! Fuck me. You damn dog, fuck me!
I'm coming ... oh, oh oh ..."
Carol was still on her knees by her daughter as she watched
Kit's climax. Carol was almost awed by the speed and severity of
the orgasm and it occurred to her that a dog, or at least this
one, must have something very special for a girl ...
And then it seemed that she might have the opportunity to
lima out. The dog pulled his organ out of Kit's used vagina just
as Jack, who had been taken by surprise by the brevity of the
intercourse, recovered his wits. He looked at the crowd. "Hey,
that was pretty quick, wasn't it? Well, I guess it figures---the
poor damn dog had been tied up for almost a week without a dog or
a girl, so I suppose his first fuck would be fairly fast. Tell
you what---if you'd like to see him in action a little more we
could have him fuck Kit's mother. Carol's right here handy, and I
bet she'd like a little dog prick up her cunt. How about it---
anybody like to see that?"
There was a general murmur of approval from the group, and
Jack could see that their interest in this particular area of sex
was far from satisfied.
He turned to the lush, nude woman on her knees by his wife.
"What do you say, Carol? Like to take Fido on?"
Carol was somewhat dazed by the combination of alcohol and
perverted sex as she turned to the grinning man. Once again she
had little choice, but in addition her aroused body called out for
relief. Watching Kit's experience had given her a desire she had
never known before ... "Okay, Jack ... if I have to."
Jack laughed. "Hear that? I figured my sweet, sexy mother-
in-law would want a little dog prick after she saw what it did to
Kit. Okay, Carol---the pooch is all yours." He paused as he
looked down at the dog's drooping penis. "Say, you may have to
work on him a little." He paused again and then grinned. "Tell
you what---do the same thing for him that you do for a man when
you want to get him hard. Suck his prick. By God, that'll be a
new one---I never have seen a woman suck a dog's prick. Hell,
it's only fair---he sucked Kit's cunt ..."
Carol was thunderstruck by Jack's proposal. She had never
even heard of such a thing---damn, this was going too far ...
"Jack ... Jack, please. I can't do that. I'll let the dog
fuck me, but don't ask me to---to suck his prick. I ... I'll play
with it till I get it hard ..."
The man snorted. "Play with it, hell. Suck it, baby, suck
it. That's always the best way to get a prick stiff." He turned,
grinning, to the crowd. "That right, gang? You people think
Carol ought to suck the dog's prick?"
The distraught woman did not listen to the predictable
affirmative replies. Her mind raced---once more she was caught in
the familiar corner without any real alternative ... She looked
down at Kit, who now had her eyes open and seemed partially to
have recovered from her session with the dog. Kit stared back at
her mother, and the look in her eyes was one that Carol did not
recognize. Damn---she had been aware of a gradual change in her
daughter as the young wife slowly succumbed to the perverted
atmosphere of her marriage. But this was something else again ...
"Come on Carol, you're keeping everybody waiting. Including
your lover. I know he wants you to suck his prick. Hell, it'll
just taste like Kit's pussy, and you already know that flavor ..."
The sensual haze closed in around the distressed woman again.
Still on her knees beside Kit, she looked down at the dog's soft
organ. Well, why not? She had already accepted the idea of
intercourse with the beast, and had in fact been so aroused that
she looked forward to it. She had used her mouth on many another
penis to prepare it for her vagina ...
The beautiful woman moaned softly as she capitulated. She
dropped to her hands and knees as she moved down toward the
curiously watching dog. The animal seemed to sense her intention;
he rolled to one side and raised a leg to give her access to his
soft but still long organ.
And Carol did not hesitate. She grasped the limp shaft in
one hand and brought it to her face even as her lips opened to
receive it. In another instant she had the head of it in her
mouth and began to suck on it ...
Carol did taste the flavor of her daughter's vagina, as Jack
had jokingly predicted. But her reaction to that taste did not
follow his prediction. Something snapped in Carol's mind;
triggered by Kit's vaginal fluids on a dog's penis she finally
made her decision.
Carol spat the organ out of her mouth and rocked back on her
knees away from the dog. "No! God damn it---no. I won't do it--
-no more of this perverted crap." Her eyes were blazing as she
looked at her son-in-law. "Jack, you bastard---you can go to hell
and take all your damn customers with you. I'm not your whore---
find somebody else for them to fuck if that's what you want. You
hear me? Go to hell, you slimy bastard ..."
Tears streamed from her eyes as Carol got to her feet. She
looked down at her shocked daughter, who still lay with her legs
spread and evidence of the dog's semen in her pubic hair. "Kit,
baby---I've had it. No more of this for me, I'm leaving this zoo.
Do you want to come with me, or stay here and let the dog fuck you
some more? Jack'll probably let you suck his prick, since I won't
do it. Kit---you coming with me?"
The young girl seemed paralyzed. Her mouth was open but she
said nothing as she looked at her mother through wild, shocked
eyes. And Carol read the answer in those eyes; she suddenly
sensed her daughter's conversion to Jack's perverted way of life
...
Carol started to talk to Kit, to plead with her. But a flash
of insight told her that the effort would be futile. Instead she
turned to Jack, who was, for once, also speechless in surprise and
spat on him. The action was doubly symbolic; in addition to the
traditional gesture of contempt it was also an attempt to get the
last of the taste of the dog and Kit out of her mouth.
But the spell was quickly broken; even as she ran sobbing
from the room, Carol heard Jack's laugh boom out. "Well, how
about that? Hate to lose Carol---she was a good fuck. Guess
you'll just have to fuck twice as hard, Kit baby. You can start
by taking over where your mother left off---suck the dog's prick,
honey, suck his prick ..."
The End