Chapter 3

Jack closed the door and locked it. His cold fury was mingled with concern. After putting the key away, he called his son. Innocent curiosity on his handsome young face, Billy came into the kitchen.

"Have you been in my study?" Jack asked the boy coldly. He watched his son's reaction carefully.

"No, sir," Billy answered quickly.

"You're not lying to me," Jack responded. Even as he said it, he knew it was a statement, not a question. One thing Billy could not, and would not do, was lie, and they both knew it.

"Honest, sir," Billy said. "You know I wouldn't do that."

Jack's eyes flickered over the boy's face. Then he nodded. "I know. Okay, go take a shover and shave that peach fuzz of yours. We're due at Janet's in an hour."

"Yessir," Billy agreed quickly, and left.

Jack leaned on the counter and looked out at the living room. Suzy, looking sullen and bored, was sitting with her feet up on the coffee table, leafing through a magazine. He studied his niece carefully, noticed the soft gleam of the light from the window on her black hair, the long, graceful line of her legs, the gentle thrust of her tits against her halter top. Her bare midriff was tanned and trim. The shorts she was wearing were at least a size too small. The way they hugged her ass was positively indecent.

The evidence was impossible to ignore-the moved scrapbooks, the crumpled towel, the dildo out of place. The only person who could have done it was slouching right there in his living room. The sweet innocence on her young, pretty face was a lie.

Jack opened his mouth to say something to her, then changed his mind. He got the key to his room and went in. After rearranging the scrapbooks-putting a different one on top-he moved around the room, attaching a chair here, a lock there. Finally, he pushed a button on the door lock, then twisted the key.

"I'm ready, Dad," Billy called.

"Be with you in a second," Jack answered, putting the key back in the drawer. He wanted Suzy to find it easily.

"How come we're going over to Janet's for lunch?" Billy asked when they were in the car.

Jack dragged his mind away from what Suzy might already be doing. As he contemplated the afternoon with Janet, his cock hardened. "I thought it was about time you learned how to use that cock of yours," he replied bluntly.

"Huh?! " Billy's voice cracked for the first time in two years.

Jack felt the boy's eyes on him, felt the fear in the youth's tense body. "Relax, relax," he soothed his son. "Look, you're sixteen now, it's about time you used the pecker God gave you. Janet's my mistress. You know that."

"Yeah."

"Well, if there's one thing that cunt knows how to do, it's fuck," Jack went on. "And, it's time you learned how to fuck."

"I've had Sex Ed. in school," Billy squeaked.

"Shit," Jack snorted. "You think if you read a book about it you'd know how to play the violin? Hell no! You've got to pick up an instrument, feel it, and stroke it. You need someone to teach you how to finger it and bow it. Women are the same way. If you're going to get the most out of them, you've got to learn how to do it. You need a woman to practice on, and a teacher to show you the best way of doing it."

"Oh." Billy was silent for a while. "But Janet is your mistress," he said finally.

"Janet is mine," Jack agreed. "So she'll do what I tell her to. That's one of the things you've got to learn about women. You're the boss. Let 'em think otherwise and they'll rip the balls right off you."

"Oh."

"Now, that doesn't mean you have to beat 'em up," Jack went on. "It just means that you control the action. You have a responsibility to give them pleasure, too. Janet-likes it rough, but that's not true of all women. Some women ask to be treated rough."

Jack thought of his niece and his sweating fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "Those women, you treat rough. Others you lead them along gently. The key word is 'lead'. You lead them. Never let them drag you around by a ring in your nose. You set the pace. Always. Understand?"

"I-I think so," Billy stammered, turning pink under his tan.

"Don't crutch up," Jack growled. "I'll be right there to guide you along. You'll do fine."

But, when Jack glanced at the boy, he wasn't so sure. A film of sweat gleamed on the boy's face, and the youth had no sign of a hard-on.

Well, one sight of Janet should get that pecker hard as a rock. Jack stopped the car in Janet's driveway and shut off the motor. He was out of the car and halfway to the front door when he realized that Billy was still in the car. He went back and hauled open the boy's door.

"Come on," he urged, helping the teenager out.

After he rang the doorbell, Jack's eyes were on Billy, not on the door. He saw the boy's eyebrows soar upward when the door opened. Billy's Adam's apple bobbed convulsively. He licked his lips.

"Please, come in, quickly," Janet invited, standing aside, trying to hide her nakedness behind the door.

Gently, Jack steered his son through the door. Then he took his time following the gaping boy in, deliberately torturing Janet, who was terrified of being seen naked in the doorway. Billy stumbled against a table, bounced off a chair and tripped into the living room.

Jack followed, dividing his attention between the naked woman and his son. Janet was looking great. Her muff had been combed to a hazy puff over her pouting cunt-lips. She had put on just a touch of makeup. He wasn't certain, but he thought she had even delicately tinted her tits.

Billy's embarrassment had Jack worried. The kid obviously didn't know what to do with himself. With a willing, naked woman in the room, Billy's eyes were everywhere but on her. Just as obviously, she was what he wanted most to look at. Jack realized suddenly that if this was botched it would be a mortal blow to his son's confidence.

"It's good to see you again," Janet said to Billy.

"It's good to see y-ulp-I mean, it's nice to be here," Billy mumbled stupidly.

"Fix me a drink, baby," Jack ordered, taking charge of the situation. "And get Billy a beer."

"Do you want a beer, Bill, or would you prefer something else?" Janet asked, earning herself a sharp glare from Jack.

"Ah-something else, if you don't mind," Billy stammered, still not looking at the nude woman. "A ginger ale if you have it."

"Coming right up," Janet agreed easily, ignoring the fury in Jack's eyes. Jack was boiling, but resisted hauling in on Janet's leash as hard as he could.

Then he saw Janet pour a hefty shot of vodka into the boy's glass before putting in the ginger ale.

"Th-thank you, ma'am," Billy squeaked, finally letting his eyes rest on her bare flesh when she handed him the glass.

Janet smiled prettily before going back to fix the other two drinks. "Call me Janet, please."

"Yes'm-I mean, Janet," Billy managed.

He took a sip of his drink and hid behind the glass while he studied her jutting tits, rounded tummy, the light-red snatch. When she went back to the sideboard, his eyes followed her twitching ass. Jack felt a surge of relief. He was sure now that the boy wasn't queer, at least.

For the first few minutes after they all had their drinks, Janet talked innocently with Billy. She was sitting across from him, in the easy chair. She sat casually, keeping her back straight, her legs crossed so her pussy was hidden from the boy. While Jack was still wondering how to get things rolling, Janet slid one hand up and began toying with one of her tits. The gentle play of her fingers over the pert bud drew Billy's eyes to her jug.

Billy took a big swig of his drink. There was a growing knot in his tight jeans. He crossed his legs, trying to hide it. Janet shifted her fingers to her other tit, and let her legs straighten slowly. She kept her ankles crossed, but let him see a little of her twat. Billy began drinking harder and faster. Jack hoped his son wouldn't get too stoned to perform.

Jack's own glass was emptying fast and he debated what to do about it. He didn't want to break the rapport building between Janet and Billy, but he didn't want to get his own drink, either. Finally, he set the empty glass aside quietly.

Janet was still sipping her drink, and keeping up the quiet conversation with Billy. She was acting as if her regular lover wasn't even there. Uncrossing her ankles, she slid her fingers down to her muff and stroked the twisting red strands languidly. Billy took a choking gulp of his drink, and fastened his eyes on her naked crotch. She continued fondling herself. The lump in his jeans was monstrous.

Janet was letting herself get visibly more and more excited as she toyed with her pussy. She slouched wantonly in the chair. Her legs gradually parted as she fingered her twat. She let a finger slither between her pouting cunt-lips as lust made her eyes glaze. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, left them gleaming.

Billy was hanging on the edge of the sofa. His knuckles white, he clutched his nearly empty glass. His face was shiny with sweat. He was leaning forward, licking his lips as Janet felt herself up.

Setting her own drink aside, Janet began to use both hands on her cunt. She parted her cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand, and ran the longest finger of the other up and down her hot, pink, shining slit. She toyed with the ruffled inner lips, showed the mysterious hole of her cunt. Then she fingered her clit. She was almost lying on her back now. Her arms were pressing inward on her knockers, making them push upward and in. Her nipples were jutting and eager with horniness.

There was no talk at all now. Jack was agonizingly hard. He watched the brazen seduction of his son. It wasn't what he had planned, but the boy was obviously going to get one hell of a lesson.

Janet slid the middle finger of her right hand deep into her slippery hot cunt, and Billy groaned softly. With her legs spread wide, her cunt-lips held open, he had a perfect view of the slow penetration. Curling the free fingers of her right hand into a fist, Janet finger-fucked herself. She squirmed homily as she showed off for the youth. She brought herself higher and higher with her fingers. Her legs spread wider and wider. Her knees bent until her crotch gaped at him like a hungry, fur-fringed mouth.

Slowly and gracefully, the horny blonde slid to the floor. Releasing her snatch, she licked her shiny wet finger as she moved toward Billy on her knees. Tipping her head back, she reached up to kiss him full on the mouth with her cum-slick lips. Her tongue probed into his mouth. Her hands found the tower of his prick and stroked it through his pants.

She lowered his zipper, and his jutting hard-on slammed upward. Her dainty fingers curled around its massive bulk. Jack burned. He had a suspicion that his son was hung better than he was. Well, if Janet thought this was going to be more than a one-time thing, that cunt had another thought coming.

Janet's hand began slowly pumping up and down on the boy's hard-on. Her fingers skated on a slick coating of his juice. They made a hot, sticky sound as she pumped her fist on his massive cock. With her other hand, she took one of Billy's and pressed it to her warm tits, let him feel the soft warmth of her woman-flesh. Her nipple jutted from between two of his hard brown fingers like a delicate pink berry.

She looked at the cock she was holding and began to pump it with both hands. Her face was six inches above the round pink knob and the drooling slit. She licked her lips and kept pumping the pecker.

"Aww, jeez!" Billy wheezed. "God!"

"Come," Janet urged him in a breathy hiss. "Come, Bill, come. Come like a fountain!"

Her hands moved faster. Her thumbs played a crazy tune on the underside of his dick, right on the nerve trigger. While the length of his shaft was massaged by her pumping palms, her thumbs danced insanely over the sensitive upside-down vee at the tip of his pecker. His clear oozings formed a flickering slippery web of paste that smacked and squished.

"Come," she hissed. "Come." Her tongue flicked out as he sank his fingers into her soft titty.

His cock throbbed and swelled. She took one hand away just long enough to brush her hair back from her cheek and hook it behind her ear. Then, her head dipped and her mouth open, her tongue thrust out, and the first creamy eruption of cum spurted straight up into her mouth. Still pumping and massaging his jetting, spurting pecker, she caught his cream on her tongue, then curled her mouth around his spouting cock and drew his jizz from him. Her throat worked as she swallowed his cum.

Jack could almost feel her tongue stroking his own hard pecker as he watched her slurping up his son's jism.

Billy's face was a study of lust and pleasure. He was feasting his eyes on the sight of his cock in Janet's mouth. His hips jerked and heaved as he spouted into her willing mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed.

Jack didn't know if she planned it or not, but her lips let a single, thick, pearly drop of cum escape, let it trickle slowly down Billy's still-heaving pecker. It was a delicious visible reminder of the thick, hot load she was taking. The sight of it brought a fresh surge of power to Billy's pecker. Then its jerking and pumping faded away to an exhausted twitching.

Janet didn't release the boy's dick until it had shrunk to half its erect size. Then she used a finger to capture the last drizzle of jizz, and theatrically sucked her finger clean. She grinned wickedly at Billy.

"Jeez," Billy groaned, flopping back wearily and staring at the naked woman.

Her lips were shining with spit and cum. They were puffy and swollen with lust. She licked them clean.

When she unfastened his belt and shoved his pants down, he lifted his ass, let her bare him. In moments she had him out of his shoes, jeans and underpants and was working on the buttons of his shirt. Jack was pleased to see the boy hadn't worn an undershirt.

Finishing with the son, Janet glanced at the father. "Do you want to get naked, too?" she asked Jack.

Jack debated with himself for an agonizing moment, then shook his head. "No, this is his show."

"Aren't you going to show him how to do a woman?" Janet asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"I'll just coach from the sidelines," Jack answered. "After I build myself another drink." He got to his feet and headed for the sideboard. If he had figured right, he was going to be able to get his rocks off when he got back home.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Billy said suddenly.

Janet cast Jack a quick, surprised and pleased glance as she was dragged out of the room. Jack took his time rebuilding his drink, then followed his son and mistress down the hallway.

Billy was on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. A mound of pillows supported him. His strong, tanned legs were spread wide. Janet was on her knees between them. She was sucking on his shriveled dick. She was holding the limp tool with one hand while she fondled his nuts with the other.

"I told her to get me hard again," Billy explained to his father as the older man sat down in an easy chair on one side of the bed.

"Hmmph, and I thought I was needed here," Jack snorted. He watched the way Janet swirled her tongue around the limp tip of the boy's pecker.

Billy also watched her efforts. "After she does, I want you to tell me the best way to get her turned on. Then you can tell me the best way to give it to her."

"Shit!" Jack snorted again. "She'll tell you how to get her hot."

"Well, I want you to stick around, Dad," Billy insisted.

"Oh, I'll stick around, all right," Jack agreed. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." He noticed that his son's cock was stiffening already. "You've got more natural talent than I have," he said.

"Do I? Gee, thanks!" Billy exclaimed with boyish enthusiasm.

"Yeah, well, don't let it go to your head," Jack cautioned. "I've got experience, and that's my woman that's sucking your dick. After this you can go out and find your own."

"Yeah," Billy agreed, watching his pecker thrust farther into Janet's sucking mouth. Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her moves, forced her to take more and more of his cock. Janet didn't fight him.

Then, almost sharply, he pushed her up and away from his dick. His spit-shiny tool flopped heavily up onto his stomach when it was released. "Don't want to come that way," he told her. "Now, I'm going to get you turned on."

Willingly, Janet eased up until she was lying on her back beside him. She took one of his hands and placed it on one of her generous jugs. "Squeeze me," she whispered. "Play with my tits."

Hesitantly at first, then more boldly, Billy fondled her knocker. He squeezed her boob, let her soft flesh slither along his fingers. His palm rubbed roughly over her tit, making it stiffen and harden.

"Pinch it," Janet groaned. Her eyes closed, and her head began rolling slowly from side to side.

"Pinch my tit and twist it."

His face hardening with determination, Billy took the rubbery nubbin and twisted it. Then he pulled on it, dragged her tit upward. He repeated the gentle torture on the other one. When he was done, both nipples were stiff and hungry for more. He dug his nails into the nerve-loaded buttons. Janet moaned and writhed, but didn't ask him to stop.

Suddenly, Billy moved from his reclining position and got to his knees. He bent over, and his mouth neared one of her thrusting jugs. His teeth flashed, and closed on her soft meat. He dragged at her soft flesh hungrily.

Janet's mouth opened and she growled with pleasure as his teeth cut into her soft skin. Billy let his teeth scrape along her flesh until he had just the bud of her nipple. He dragged her jug upward with his teeth. Finally, it began to pull free of his mouth. She flinched at the feel of his sharp teeth scraping along her nipple.

Fastening his mouth on her other tit, he duplicated the move. Janet reached up and curled her fingers around the brass pipes of the headboard. Her whole naked body writhed as his teeth savaged her vulnerable, unprotected tittie. The marks left by his teeth on her other jug were an angry, glaring red. Her nipples had never been as hard as they were right then.

"Ahhhh-my cunt," Janet managed to groan hoarsely. "Your hand. Hook it, hook it hard!"

Billy slid his hand down her soft, rounded tummy, curled his fingers into her crotch, and thrust them up into her twat. Janet yelped. Her hips heaved and jerked.

Looking down at his hand, Billy thrust one finger deep into her streaming twat and pumped it in and out. There was a hot, squishing sound. Experimentally, he drove a second finger into her dripping quim. Her hips heaved and writhed in response. And still she clutched the head of the bed. It looked as if she were on a torture rack.

After he rang the doorbell, Jack's eyes were on him-show him where-my clit is."

Billy cast a quick, nervous glance at his father, and Jack got to his feet. Leaning over his straining, horny mistress, he parted her cunt-lips. His son still had his fingers hooked in her hole. Peeling the folds of slippery cunt-flesh back, Jack pointed to the quivering berry of her clit.

"That's it," Janet begged. "Tongue it and suck it, Bill, and I'll do anything you want. Anything at all."

"Go ahead, Son. Do what she says."

Bowing his head, keeping his fingers in her cunt, Billy lowered his mouth to her snatch. His tongue flicked out and struck her berry. Janet convulsed as if she were being electrocuted. She bucked up into his face. He touched her clit again with his tongue, and she heaved up madly.

Reaching out blindly, Billy grabbed a pillow. The next time her ass lurched off the bed, he jammed the pillow under her butt. Then he put one hand on her belly and held her down while he worked her clit over with his moth. His lips closed on her nerve button and he sucked hard. Her legs thrashed madly as his tongue battered her clit. He clamped his teeth on it and worried it the way a dog worries a bone. Janet wailed and heaved and jerked and thrashed insanely.

"AAAHHH!" she bellowed. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

"Give it to her, Son, give it to her," Jack urged.

"Okay, Dad," Billy hissed as he placed himself between Janet's spread legs. Clutching her behind the knees, he spread her wide, levered her legs upward. He looked down at her gaping cunt.

Then he gripped his towering hard-on, and guided the tip of it to the flowery, shining target. He leaned forward, folding Janet's legs toward her shoulders as he did so. Then his hips drove forward, and his cock slammed into her clutching cunt with a juicy farting sound. The woman thrashed madly at the sudden, abrupt spearing. He used his grasp on her legs to control her. Leaning hard against her folded legs, he pounded his prick into her hot hole.

"Guh-guh-guh-guh!" The wind was driven from Janet with every slamming drive into her cunt.

Jack sank back in his chair and took a big gulp of his drink. He was fascinated by the sight of his son's pecker pistoning in and out of the cunt he himself knew so well. He loved the sight of the boy's nuts slamming against the closed door to her winkie. He'd have to teach the boy the joys of buggering a tight ass-hole some time, too. But not today. Billy would be drained after this fuck.

Billy moved quicker and harder and faster. His nuts drew up tight against the base of his driving dick. He strained against her. His ass knotted and heaved. His hot jizz gushed deep into Janet's spasming twat. With squirming, shuddering jerks, he poured a second load of cum into the willing woman.

His prick pulsed and squirmed in her hot hole, and she writhed and shuddered under the blistering attack. Her chest heaved as she was consumed by the searing fires of her own orgasm. A hot flush blossomed on her pale flesh. Her throat rattled as if she were being slowly strangled. Then she went completely limp.

Billy let go of her legs and collapsed onto her tits. Her legs flopped outward and down. He lay between her thighs, his pecker slowly draining into her cunt.

Shaking himself as if waking from a deep sleep, Jack got to his feet and left the room. After fixing himself another drink, he stared stonily out the window at the street. The yard looked very clean and peaceful under the hot afternoon sun. The flowers were dipping their heads lazily. It was a stark contrast to the incredible lust he had just watched.

A sound behind him made him turn. Billy was leading Janet back into the room. His prick dripped a long, gleaming strand of cum as it swayed. Janet pulled free of Billy and crossed to Jack. Her breasts nuzzled his chest through his shirt. She looked up at him anxiously.

"I only did it because you asked me to," she said softly.

"Well you didn't have to enjoy it so damn much," he growled.

"It wasn't as good as with you, Jack. Honest," she whispered.

"You'll have to pay for it, you know."

"I-I know it, Jack," she said, dropping her gaze. Then she looked up at him again. "Kiss me?" she asked softly.

He kissed her, pushed his tongue deep into her mouth ... and tasted his son's cum. Pulling back, he turned away from her. "You will pay for it," he repeated.

"Yes, Jack, yes," she said humbly.

"Come on, Son," he called to Billy, who was fastening his belt. "You can drop me off at home and then go have dinner with that chick you've been dating. But stay out of her panties until you're sure she's protected and clean. Understand me?"

"Yessir," Billy said. "Uh, thanks, Mis-ah-Janet."

"Thank your father, Billy, not me."

Out in the car, Jack sat quietly behind the wheel for a moment, then turned to his son. "Don't ever forget whose woman she is, boy."

"No, sir."

Jack started the car and headed for home. He was pretty sure he had a hot little something waiting for him in his "study". He thought about what he was going to find there, and licked his lips. If that little cunt of a niece of his wanted to know what the room was for, he'd be more than happy to show her.