Chapter 6
Sherry made another attempt to call Rod the following evening. Again he was not in. She felt strangely unaffected by the disappointment. The passion she had known with Rod seemed a remote, dream-like thing compared to the immediacy of her newfound illicit relationship with her young brother.
She feared disrupting the perilous calm of her affair with Ricky by making contact with that other world back in Chicago. It was just as well that Rod was not in.
The rest of her ten-day visit seemed to go by all too fast. Sherry and her brother and sister did many things together. They went to movies. They roasted hot dogs on the beach. They even went to a disco. Sherry reveled in the strong bonds of family that she felt with Ricky and Sue.
Then, at night, there was that other kind of bond she had with Ricky. She taught him about what a woman likes in a lover. She taught him to be patient and unselfish, then ruthless and strong when the mood was right. Each morning, at dawn, Ricky snuck back to his own room, a little wiser in the ways of adults and lovers.
As long as Ricky did not seem to be disturbed by the unnatural stigma of their relationship, Sherry did not let herself worry about it. She wanted to believe that anything so good could not be wrong. So she fiercely separated her nights from her days in her mind.
In the daytime, she and Ricky were sister and brother getting to know each other all over again.
At night she and Ricky were lovers, knowing each other in other ways-ways that were forbidden to brother and sister by the rules that society set forth.
Though she was looking forward to seeing her dad, Sherry regretted that the moment of his arrival would mean the end of her vacation. He and Blanche showed up on a Sunday afternoon. Sherry took a long appraising look at her new stepmother and decided she would do. Blanche was really very beautiful, though she did not seem overly bright. She seemed to be devoted to Sherry's dad. That was the qualification that made her okay in Sherry's eyes. This time, Ray deserved a woman who would stay with him, not leave him with abandoned children and bad memories.
Sherry cornered her dad in the kitchen where he was making martinis for the grown-ups and Seven-Up slings for the kids. She gave him a hug that was warmer, more intimate than the one they had exchanged in front of the rest of the family. Sherry and her dad had been through a lot together. Though she had still been a young girl, she had done much to help him weather the depression following the break-up of his first two marriages. He doted on her. Though Sherry had pulled a few shockers in her time, in her dad's eyes, she was tops.
"I think she's okay, Dad. She really loves you, you know that? And she's beautiful too." As her father stared into her eyes, Sherry noted the strong resemblance between him and Ricky. Her cunt throbbed and she flushed. She wondered what her father would think if she knew his son and oldest daughter had been screwing each other like crazy for the past week! The wild side of Sherry was titillated by the idea. Her other side was a trifle embarrassed.
Ray saw his daughter's embarrassment and identified it with his own. Sherry was a beautiful woman, with her big tits and her thick shining red hair. She reminded him of her mother and despite everything her mother had done to him, when he saw the likeness in her daughter he felt the old attraction. It was unnerving to feel his cock lurch at the presence of his twenty-seven-year-old daughter. He had to remind himself it was only because she looked like Gina her mother. A man was not supposed to get a hard-on from looking at his own child, beautiful as she might be!
"I'm glad you like her, baby! I think this time it's going to be for keeps. It's about time, don't you think? After all, your dad is pushing fifty."
"And doesn't look a day over thirty-five." It was true. Ray got a lot of exercise and kept his lean hard body in top shape. The touch of gray in his blond hair only made him look more handsome. Sherry felt the attraction and decided it was because of his strong resemblance to Ricky.
"Hey, baby! Flattery will get you everywhere." He nudged her in the ribs and laughed. But they were both a little embarrassed and they returned quickly to the living room and the safety of numbers.
It didn't take long after Sherry's departure before Ricky was missing her intensely. The boy had gone from no sex life except what he got from his own hand to a week of wild, night-long orgies. It was difficult to go back to his hand.
He became preoccupied with thoughts of what was going on on that round big bed in his father's bedroom, the one where he and his sister had discovered such wanton joy.
On an evening when his younger sister was spending the night with a girl friend, Ricky screwed up enough courage to go kneel outside his parent's bedroom door. He would not dare risk discovery with Sue in the house. But as long as the only chance of discovery came from inside the bedroom, he would take a chance. If he could not get his own satisfaction, maybe he could at least steal some thrills from watching his dad with his new wife.
His cock lurched at the sound of the shrill female groans coming from the other side of the door. His dad had built the house well. The doorknob made no sound when Ricky turned it and opened the door just a fraction.
He let out a gasp when he caught sight of the lewd activity on the big round bed. For a minute, he feared discovery. But his dad and Blanche were far too engrossed in each other to pick up a little sound like a gasp from the far end of the room.
Blanche was rising up and down over Ray's cock, straddling his thick cock like a bronc-buster. Her red-tipped fingers reached back to grasp his thighs as she writhed her cunt down lustfully onto her new husband's cock. "Oh, Ray honey! Mmmm, my pussy feels so good! You've got the best big cock in the whole world, honey!"
Ray laughed at the compliment, but from his hiding place behind the crack in the door, Ricky could see the strain on his face. His lips were drawn back over his teeth. His eyes were glazed. His fingers made indentations in Blanche's smooth pale ass-flesh as he guided her movements over his rock-hard cock.
"You're beautiful, baby, beautiful! Uh, move that thing, woman! Make yourself feel good, baby!"
A tremor of excitement shook the spying boy, shot up his spine like a scurrying lizard. He was remembering the way Sherry had climbed on top of his own hard cock one night. He was remembering the raw pleasure as her cunt-muscles gripped his cock in the heated abandon of her struggle toward the heights of ecstasy.
While he thought about Sherry and her eager cunt, the boy kept his eyes riveted on the lewdly undulating cheeks of his stepmother's ass. Blanche was really built! He had thought that even before he saw her naked. But now he knew he would never again be able to look at the woman without feeling a secret glow in his balls.
It thrilled him the way she thrust her pussy down again and again to envelop Ray's cock in steaming passion walls. He could see the shining gleam of her juices on his dad's cock each time she raised her ass for the next downward plunge. The lamplight made his father's cock glow like some potent symbol of virility and sexual pleasure. Ricky felt a surge of admiration for his 'old man.' He sure knew how to get a woman hot. The boy told himself smugly that he had come by his own talent naturally.
Though Ricky had hoped to get some kind of satisfaction from watching his dad screw his new wife, the boy found to his dismay that the frustration in his cock was building to Urgent peaks. He looked down at his groin where his cock was creating a ballooning pyramid in the front of his shorts. Blanche squealed again and the sound drew his attention back to the scene of the action. At the same time, his hand slipped into his shorts and enclosed the thick throbbing shaft of his cock.
In the urgency of her abandon, Blanche was performing contortion feats that would have been worthy of an acrobat. She was half lying back against Ray's thighs, her arms spread to support her. Her feet were pulled up against either side of her husband's buttocks. She was pushing herself up and down over his cock with the strength of her whole legs. Her legs were open butterfly-fashion. Ricky's cock pulsed at the thought of the wide-open view of her snatch his dad must be getting.
The boy decided he would have to get Sherry to try that the next time they made love. A nagging doubt teased at the back of his mind.
How long would it be until he saw her again? Would they ever again be lovers? It had been three years last time between visits. Ricky knew with a surety as insistent as the throb in his cock that he could not go three more years without getting laid. Not now, that he knew how good it was!
His hand worked busily back and forth along his cock-shaft as he watched his dad reach for the button at the front of Blanche's cunt-slit and tease it. It was the right thing to do. The woman moaned like a cat in heat. She drove her cunt more forcefully forward onto Ray's cock. At the same time her clitoris dove for more of the welcome finger stimulation. "Uuuuhh, jeez, Ray, honey-my pussy's on fire! You're driving me wild, honey! Yeah, play with my clit like that!"
Her blonde hair flew around her head with the rhythm of her straining body. Ricky could feel the tension in his balls getting more urgent. He could see that his dad too was getting more excited. He thrust his hips up fiercely, sending his cock deep into Blanche's hot twat. Then suddenly, he grabbed her and guided her down onto her back, performing a neat maneuver that did not even require his taking his cock from her pussy.
Ricky licked his lips as he watched Blanche's big tits bobble as Ray pushed her into position. Once on her back, she raised her legs like hungry tentacles and gripped Ray's back. He started to screw her in earnest. Every instroke drove an ecstatic gasp from deep in her throat. "Oh, screw me, honey! Oh jeez, it's so good! Oh, Ray, I'm cummmmming!"
It seemed that the sheer excitement of being thrust over onto her back and subdued by an iron-hard cock had burst the woman's control. Eyes closed, she tossed her head from side to side on the satin-covered pillow and howled out her climax.
Ricky could feel an explosion threatening in his balls. He forced himself to stop his stroking long enough to take the edge off his passion. He wanted the pleasure. He wanted to match the endurance of his hard-working father. Subconsciously, the boy was in competition with his dad-sizing up his own performance against every stroke Ray made-trying to recall whether Sherry had been as ecstatic about his own rutting technique.
The vision of his big sister-legs spread, pink pussy gleaming in welcome-brought the boy once again to the verge of explosion. He gritted his teeth and thought about cold showers on a winter day. But it was not long before the commotion in the bedroom had his mind right back in the present.
Once he had Blanche safely lodged beneath him, Ray labored tirelessly to satisfy the craving she had stirred up in his gut. His trim ass-cheeks clenched and thrust into her in long mighty shoves. From time to time he broke his rhythm to seek the woman's mouth and kiss her deeply.
"Mmmmpphh. Oh, Ray. Oh, darling! You do it to me so good!" Blanche had still not gotten over the first ecstasy of their honeymoon. She was delirious with the pleasure her husband brought her time after time. Long ago, she had quit regretting the long months of abstinence during their courtship. Ray had made up for it a hundred times over. She had never had a lover as eager, as lusty, as dependable as Ray. It was wonderful to know how much he wanted her and to feel that want thrusting far into her hot clutching cunt.
Ricky realized if he had not tried it himself before watching his parents screwing, he would have been totally awed by the output of energy of both Ray and Blanche. He might have wondered if he was up to the task of slaving so hard for a woman's pleasure. But he had the memories of Sherry's praise to reassure him about his own prowess. And his own week's experience to make him long lustily for the joy that Blanche and Ray were sharing.
He realized he would have to find himself a girl to make love to. Screwing was too great a thing to pass up for even another week. His body craved more of the forgetful, consuming passion that his sexy sister had brought him.
But who would he have? What girl did he know that he cared enough about to bring into the most intimate part of his life? What girl could equal Sherry and the special place she had inside him? The image of his young blonde sister Sue sprang into his head. He had been watching Sue's development with interest. She had turned into a beautiful young woman. He had often found himself getting hot thoughts as he watched the wriggle of her ass. But he had not thought about doing anything about it. He had felt awkward, shy. Now, with Sherry's teaching under his belt, he knew that he was capable of bringing his young sister the same kind of joy that Sherry had brought him.
The question was: did he dare? Sue was still kind of a prude when it came to sex. But he remembered the gleam in her eye the night she had watched Sherry play with herself. Her arousal had been reluctant, but it was there just the same.
Fired by his new daring inspiration, Ricky even forgot to stroke his hard cock until he heard the passion cries in the bedroom building to a crescendo. His grip around his cock tightened as he watched Blanche pounding her fists feverishly against Ray's back. The man had increased his pace. The inthrusts of his cock had become more erratic, as though each one was wrenched from the very depths of his soul. Again, again, again, he stuffed her deep with his turgid cock. Right at the moment when she started to cry out her second orgasm, he let himself go. They writhed together, her red nails digging into his back, his face buried in her shoulder.
"Jeez, Blanche-Jee-zuz!"
"Oh, God, Ray-you're making me cummmmm!" Ricky could see the distorted grin on her face. "I love to feel you shooting into me, Ray! Oh baby, cum in meeee!"
Crouching outside his parents' bedroom door, Ricky worked his hand fiercely back and forth along his cock-shaft. His mind was no longer working for anything more than the moment's pleasure. His senses trembled at the stimulation of his hand and the wanton antics in the bedroom. When he thought he could not stand it another moment, his hand grew moist and warm. His head slumped forward at the instant his body let go completely.
Only with great effort did Ricky manage to avoid crying aloud. He thought he had never given himself an orgasm so intense, so wrenching. The reason for his feverish response was twofold. One was what he had seen in the bedroom-the forceful way his father had screwed his new bride. The second reason was his new daring plan-the plan to seduce his sister Sue.