Chapter 10
Claire and Jack were a bit tense and edgy the rest of the day. Claire felt guilty because she'd given a blow job-well, half a blow job, anyway-to Chuck.
It hadn't been the same as a swap, she thought; it had been more like adultery. She felt that she ought to confess, but couldn't get the nerve up and, besides, she had no time alone with her husband.
Jack, for his part, didn't notice his wife's edginess because he was disturbed himself. He, too, felt he should make a confession, that he should tell Claire what had happened in the barn. But he was afraid she wouldn't understand how helpless he had been, how dominated by lust and incapable of preventing the scene.
Sam and Jessica, on the other hand, suffered no guilt, on the contrary, they shared their experiences and had no secrets from one another. No sooner had she got a chance than Jessica told her husband how she and Claire had sucked off the hired hand. After she'd described that scene, in all the graphic details-and obviously enjoying the telling-she'd assumed a modest look and said, "I hope you aren't too terribly angry, dear?"
Then Sam had regarded her speculatively and, correctly judging the extent of his wife's depravity, told her that he'd caught Chuck with the two young girls in the barn.
That had fired Jessica's imagination and she'd demanded the details. Sam told her that Susan had been sucking the youth's cock while Brenda waited impatiently, and Jessica had been disappointed at not hearing more sordid and juicy details about her daughter. She wished that Brenda had been the participant instead of Susan.
Sam saw how she felt, and he proceeded to tell his wife how Jack had fucked Brenda while he fucked Susan. That got Jessica very excited. It got Sam excited, too. In fact, he got so excited that he went on to tell her how he had also fucked his-their-own daughter.
Jessica had been shocked, for a moment. She wasn't angry, simply overwhelmed by the ad?mission. But then she'd smiled and agreed that nothing was more exciting than incest, and the two free-thinking, uninhibited people began planning further situations.
And what of Brenda and Susan?
How did those young girls react to what had happened? Was Susan mortified at what she'd done? At having her father discover her with a cock in her mouth? At losing her cherry to Sam? At-worst of all-suggesting to her father that he fuck her? Or Brenda, what of her? With her passion abated, did she regret what she'd done? Would incestual behavior ruin the poor young lass? Would the experience be traumatic, twisting her perspec?tive?
Far from it.
Brenda and Susan spent the whole afternoon giggling together, pleased with themselves at their wanton lack of remorse.
The evening came, and passed. They all had dinner together at the huge oaken table, then had a few drinks and listened to records. Presently, Brenda and Susan, without being told, went to bed. A bit later the adults, by tacit agreement, also went to bed.
They swapped partners, of course, and Sam took Claire to his bedroom. Claire, because she felt guilty, wished she could have slept with her own husband that night, but she could think of no way to suggest that without offending Sam. Sometimes, she realized, it was less embarrassing to be wanton than it was to be proper. So she went along with it, because that was what they were there for, and after a while, with Sam's long, tapering cock sweeping up her cunt, she forgot about her guilt and had a good time.
Jessica took Jack to the guest room. They were both rather quiet and contemplative as they undressed, but then, fucking slowly and comfortably, Jessica mentioned that Sam had told her about the affair in the barn.
Jack's prick ballooned inside her.
"Everything?" he croaked, hardly able to believe that Sam had confessed to incest.
"Everything," she whispered.
"You... don't... mind...?" he asked, punctuating each word with a rippling thrust up her steaming cunt.
"Oh, no! I think it's wonderful... "
"Even... with Brenda?"
"Oh, yes! That's the most thrilling part of all. I loved hearing about it. It made my pussy cream. But I don't understand why you ran off instead of fucking Susan, Jack. Don't you want to fuck her?"
"God, yes! But I... somehow I just couldn't do it... "
"You're too bound to conventions."
"Maybe... "
"I'll bet you'll do it sometime, Jack... "
"No," he said. Then: "Maybe. I don't know. I don't intend to, but sometime... it might just happen... "
And thinking of that possibility, Jack felt his balls boil over, and he came so mightily that Jessica thought her internal organs were going to be carried away, like flotsam, in the surging tide.
Then Jack lay in a stupor, all his vitality spent in the explosive orgasm. He was dimly aware that Jessica had gotten out of bed, that she had turned the lights off, leaving the room in darkness. She murmured something about going to the bathroom, told him she'd be right back, and left the room. Jack drifted into slumber, thinking of his daughter, hoping to dream of her, erotically, hoping to know her nubile young body in the safety of his sleep.
Jessica moved silently down the hall. She paused outside the door of her own bedroom and listened, ear to the wood, smiling faintly. She heard the bed squeak rhythmically and smiled, knowing that her husband was fucking Claire with those long, lazy strokes which his formidable cock accomplished so nicely. She also knew that one of those slow-paced fucks lasted a long time, and that it would keep Claire fully occupied-in every sense of the word-for at least an hour. Jessica wanted Claire to be occupied. Claire, she thought, was not really liberated enough...
Not for what she had in mind.
She moved on to her daughter's room.
Jessica entered without knocking. The two young girls were in bed, but they had the sheet pulled up, and Jessica, to her mild disappointment, couldn't see if they were fingering one another. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, next to Brenda.
Brenda's smile was warm.
"Hi, Mom," she said. "Did you come to tuck us in?"
"Hardly. I have an idea that would be pointless, once you two naughty little girls started squirming around."
"What do you mean, Mom?" Brenda asked, wide-eyed and feigning innocent lack of com?prehension.
Susan slid down lower, drawing the sheet right up to her eyes and looking frightened.
"Your father told me how much fun you two have together," Jessica said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, golly! Did he, really?"
"Um-hum."
"Are you mad?"
"Oh, no. If you enjoy it, why shouldn't you do it? No, I'm not angry. In fact... I'm curious. Strange as it may seem, you seem to have passed me in experience, Brenda. It makes me feel sort of old... "
"Oh, you aren't old, Mom," Brenda said. "It's just that you're lucky enough to get all the cock you need, so you don't have to do it with girls. Gee, Suzy and I prefer men, you know. But when we're alone... "
"Yes, I've heard how much you like men, too."
"Daddy told you about that, huh?" Brenda said dubiously, wondering just how much her mother I knew. "Yes, he told me everything."
"You aren't... jealous, are you?"
"Of course not. In fact, I'll tell you a secret.
While you and Suzy were in the barn with your fathers, Claire and I were giving Chuck a blow job."
"Wow! You're really naughty, Mom."
Jessica took that as intended-as a compliment.
Susan was blushing, both because of what she'd done and because of what her mother had been doing at the same time. Somehow, it seemed worse for her mother, but, also, the worst things were always the most thrilling.
Jessica seemed to be contemplating, debating or gathering her thoughts. After a few minutes, she said, "I suppose you girls have already... made love... tonight?"
"Not yet," Brenda said. "We were just sort of talking about all the things that happened today."
"Oh. I... I really am curious about... what you do for each other... "
Jessica sounded tense and nervous, which was not like her. But she was moving tentatively through a strange new situation, two new situations, actually-Lesbianism and incest.
"You really never tried it, huh?"
"No. But I've thought about it."
"Did Daddy describe what we did?"
"Ummm. It sounded awfully nice."
"Maybe you ought to try it, Mom."
"I thought so, too. I suggested it to Claire, earlier, but then we ran into Chuck before we got around to it."
"Oh!" Susan blurted out, her voice muffled through the sheet. "Oh, my mother wouldn't do that!"
"Why not? You do. Do you think you're more liberal than your mother?"
"Well... gee... It's one thing for us young girls, but golly, for a mother?"
"I'm a mother," Jessica said.
A meaningful silence filled the dimly lighted room. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath. Then, abruptly, everyone was breathing hard.
"You... want to watch us do it, Mom?" Brenda asked, her voice trembling.
"Would you mind?"
"I... guess not. It would probably be... exciting... "
"Oh dear! I'd be too ashamed... " Susan said. "You weren't ashamed in front of your father."
"Well, gee... I was too hot to think."
"Aren't you hot now?"
"Well... yes! All this talk always makes me hot!" the embarrassed girl admitted.
Jessica took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was no longer hesitant, no longer uncertain. Smiling, she drew the sheet down all the way. Both girls were naked, side by side, their hips touching. Jessica gazed at them as if she'd never looked at a female body before. God, she thought. I never realized how sexy a girl is. It's no wonder men are horny all the time.
"Will you show me, Brenda?" she asked.
Brenda hesitated for a moment.
Then she grinned.
"Sure, Mom," she said, dutiful daughter that she was.
Brenda slid down the bed. Susan's sexy little body was stiff and she kept her legs tightly together, concealing her tingling pussy. But her nipples were standing away from her titties, stiff and taut, and it was evident that her lack of response had nothing to do with lack of desire.
Susan stared dumbly at Jessica, hardly able to believe the situation she was in; like Chuck, she thought that she must be dreaming.
Brenda began stroking Susan's thighs.
Resting her chin on Susan's flat belly, she glanced sideways, with lowered lashes, at her mother. Jessica smiled encouragingly. Then Brenda turned her face and began blowing her hot breath on Susan's trembling loins. Her mouth was pressed against her friend's pubic mound, and her breath billowed there, ruffling the wiry hair.
Slowly, as if possessed of a will of their own, Susan's thighs began to open.
Inch by inch, those smooth columns parted, letting Brenda's breath flow against her steaming crotch. Her clit squeezed out, stiffening, and she gasped.
"Oh!" Susan cried. "Oh. Oh. Oh." And then her legs parted wide and she drew her knees up.
Brenda began kneading her swollen clit, rolling it between thumb and forefinger first and then rubbing it with her palm, while her fingers slipped up and down the hot, wet slit. Susan's twat unfurled like a pink flower in the sunlight, the soft petals sparkling with dew. The dark inner flesh was pulsing and nectar welled up in the shadowed recesses of that snug hole.
Brenda pushed her middle finger up Susan's cunt.
She added her index finger, shoving both fingers in to. the knuckle and moving them in her cunt, twisting them from side to side as they pushed in and out, finger-fucking slowly and steadily.
Susan began to vibrate, her whole body quivering, and her pussy pulled at Brenda's stiff fingers, as if seeking to draw the girl's whole arm up her cunt.
"Want me to lick it?" Brenda whispered.
"Ohhh, yes!"
Her tongue pushed out. The tip pressed against the lowest part of the wet crack, then slid all the way up the gaping slit. She covered the clit with a series of fluttering tongue-strokes, then turned her chin down and sent her tongue gliding as far as possible up the burning crevice. With her tongue sheathed to the roots, Brenda fitted her lips to Susan's steaming cuntlips and began sucking avidly.
"Oh, that looks good!" Jessica cried.
Brenda drew back, her chin streaked with cuntjuice and her eyes gleaming wickedly.
"Want to try it, Mom?" she asked.
Jessica nodded and stretched out at the foot of the bed. She moved up Susan's thighs, licking and lapping as she approached her pussy. Then, with her mouth inches away from the flooded gash, she paused momentarily. She was embarrassed, not at what she was doing, but because her own daughter had shown her how it was done. That made Jessica feel young and naive and innocent, which were things she hadn't felt in years. But it was a stimulating embarrassment, the same sort she'd thrilled to the first time, years before, when she'd taken a cock into her mouth. No element of reluctance went along with it.
She pressed her smiling lips to Susan's twat and began eating the fourteen-year-old girl eagerly. Her first slurps were uncertain, but she soon saw how perfectly natural and instinctive it was, and within seconds she was eating pussy like a professional.
Susan flopped about wildly, crazed by lust.
Brenda watched, beaming happily, proud of her mother.
Jessica found that a mouthful of cuntjuice was a magical thing. It seemed to seep down past her stomach-to course into her own pussy, filling it with cream. With her mouth firmly clamped on Susan's cuntlips, Jessica reached down and began rubbing her own cunt.
Brenda noticed this.
A bright flame flashed in her eyes, as if reflecting some intense fire within her brain.
"You don't have to do that, Mom," she whispered. "That's why girls get together... so they don't have to rub themselves off... "
She waited a moment after speaking, then reached out and took her mother's hand, pulled it gently away from the woman's crotch. Her own hand dipped in and she began finger-fucking her mother's fiery pussy.
Jessica's ass humped wildly and her soft hips lashed from side to side.
"Oh! It's wonderful!" she moaned.
Then: "Is it good, Suzy? Am I making you feel good? Am I doing it right?"
"Yes!" Susan wailed.
"What does it feel like?" the oversexed woman asked, pulling her lips back to speak, but still flicking her tongue up the flooded gash.
Susan was too tightly gripped by passion to reply. "I wish I knew what it felt like!" Jessica moaned.
Brenda looked at her. Jessica looked back at her daughter.
"You really want to know, Mom?" Brenda asked.
Jessica nodded.
And Brenda suddenly shook all over as a great wave of pure lust racked her being. Whimpering, she spun around and buried her face between her mother's slime-streaked thighs.
Jessica gasped as she felt her daughter's hot tongue lash her smoldering pussy.
At the same moment Susan cried out and her cunt opened, melting. Her thick cream poured out into Jessica's greedy lips. Jessica whimpered and drank deeply from the flowing fountain, letting the foamy cream trickle over her tongue and down her throat. She sucked steadily, until Susan's snatch was drained. Then she turned over, lifting one knee, and gazed in rapture at her daughter-at the top of her daughter's head, buried there between her meaty thighs.
"Turn around!" she wailed.
Brenda swiveled, reversing the position and throwing one knee across her mother's lust-contorted face. Jessica lifted her head as Brenda lowered her crotch, and the two, mother and daughter, began sixty-nining furiously. Brenda's cunt was so hot that Jessica's whole face was sliding around in the delicious swamp, and Jessica had already started to pump hot cream into Brenda's mouth.
Jessica gave a cry like a wounded beast as the peak of her orgasm ripped through her like a fiery lance.
Brenda gurgled happily, slurping up the gushing pussy syrup in huge mouthfuls.
Then, when her mother's cunt had been drained, she rose up, kneeling over the woman's upturned face, feeling the ecstasy shudder through her loins. Jessica cupped the slender girl's ass and tilted her crotch, lifted her hips and thirstily drank the boiling nectar.
She drained Brenda from the depths, emptying her completely and then licking the rim of that magnificent pussy, gathering up every last droplet.
Smiling blissfully, the two women lay together, panting.
Susan gazed at them. Despite her recent orgasm, Susan had gotten hot all over again, watching them go at it.
Susan wanted to get fucked.
Then Sam came into the room.