Chapter 12
Gale Carter laughed. "It's a shame we're leaving so soon. I kind of wanted to try on our old landlord for size."
Juliet said, "There'll always be someone to try, when you're interested."
They were sitting together in back, and the housecar was moving down the road, heading south, going into warmer climates. Robin was driving, while Blake pored over the roadmap, picking the safest, most devious routes. Melanie was lying across the bunkbed reading a paperback; the twins were up on the forward bed, peering out the window at the countryside.
Gale said, "Yes, that's right. Now, that is. Before, I think Robin would have divorced me in a second if I even so much as mentioned screwing another man. Yet all that time, in the back of his head, he had this thing for you-and for little Rochelle."
"Good old lech," Juliet said, and they laughed together. Sobering, Juliet said, "No more double standard for any of us. Just honest, open sex-without jealousy and all in fun. And love. That makes the big difference, I think-love."
"Yes," Gale agreed. "I love you all. And speaking of that, when are you and I going to get together as lovers? I understand you swung pretty good with Melanie last night."
"Any time you want," Juliet said. "I've been wanting to try you on for size, too."
But they didn't get the opportunity for a while. The van kept moving, and there seemed to be a restlessness within everyone. They had lunch at a hamburger stand, and stuffed themselves with fries and milkshakes.
Juliet sat up front while Blake took his turn at driving, and he told her why he'd chosen to move out in the morning, instead of waiting until night, as he had first planned.
"When Melanie and I were splashing around, we heard somebody sneaking. We climbed out of the pond and stamped around to make whoever it was think we were moving off, but we waited until I could make out somebody. I think one of them was Mister Smathers, our genial host, but he had another guy with him. Now, I don't think it was a private cop; more than likely a buddy of the old man's, a friend he brought along to see the sights.
"Anyhow, I figured it was better if we moved right out. If the old guy was just horny and getting his kicks from peeping, okay; but spreading the word was something else. By this afternoon, there might have been a dozen other guys come visiting to leer at all the city women-and maybe take a flyer at screwing them."
Juliet nodded. "Yes, I can see how that worried you. It's one thing to screw because you want to, but something else to be forced into doing it. You know, I can excuse a lot of crimes, but not rape."
"There's statutory rape," Blake reminded her.
"Only in some cases, no matter what the law says," she argued. "Could anyone seriously say that either Ryan or Rochelle are below the age of sexual consent? Hell; sometimes I think they're older, and wiser, than any of us."
Blake steered the bus around a curve, straightened it out again. "I agree with that. Juliet-it's good to talk with you like this, especially about sex. We never discussed sex openly before."
"I know, Blake; I'm glad we're more open now. I was getting so damned bored, so frustrated, I didn't know what to do."
"That's two of us. I was looking at every cute ass that went by, wishing I could screw something that really dug screwing. But I never dared hope for anything like this-having you so hot and eager to fuck, and fucking my sisters-in-law, too. Fucking little Rochelle, especially. What a mind-blowing event that is. I hope laying Ryan is as much a blast for you."
"It is," she said. "And-there are other things. I hope you don't mind me making it with another woman."
Blake shook his head. "I don't mind anything, now. Whatever you want to do is all right with me. Maybe I'd like to ball with you and whoever-Melanie?"
"All of us girls," Juliet said. "I'm going to ball with Gale next. First it was Rochelle, then my sister. Oh-and Blake, I wanted to talk to you about Martin."
"What about that dummy? We're staying ahead of him, I'm sure."
Juliet said, "If he catches up." Then she told him of the discussions with the twins about their father, and said she thought it might be a good idea to grab Martin, to tie him up so he could somehow be initiated into the sexual congress the rest of the family was enjoying.
Blake laughed. "I'll be damned! That's a pretty cute idea. Robin and I could throw him down and strip him naked before he knew what was going on. If we got him all tied up-yeah, it just might work, at that. I know that if little tight-cunted Rochelle can screw him the way she did the rest of us, old Martin will crawl to her begging for some more pussy. Even if she is his daughter; especially if she's his daughter."
"Oh, good," Juliet sighed. "But don't hurt him. And don't let him hurt you. You know what a terrible temper Martin has, and he just might have a gun."
Her husband considered that bit of information and said, "That would change just about everything. But don't worry, doll, we'll work things out. When and if Martin trails us. I plan on outsmarting him all the way to Florida."
"I hope so," she said thoughtfully. "Still, it would be a pretty good idea if we could straighten him out and make him as happy, as sexually liberated as the rest of us."
They talked of other things, then, small talk, man-and-woman discussions about nothing very important. It was important only that they were discussing, opening up and becoming closer than they had been in all their years of marriage.
When darkness was about to blanket the narrow roadway they traveled, Blake couldn't find a parking spot. There were no pulloffs in sight, and the housecar was fast nearing a freeway marked on their map.
"Damn," he said. "We either have to push on a lot farther tonight, or stay at one of those commercial camp outfits. Oh, well, that can't be so bad. I mean, Martin is probably looking for us in the other direction, anyhow."
Uneasily, Juliet and the other woman prepared dinner, making stew and sandwiches and a tossed green salad. The kids had their heads together, whispering, and Juliet wondered what that was all about until Rochelle came to ask her mother for money.
"There's a candy machine, and pop, and a jukebox we'd like to play, if it's all right."
Melanie said sure, and gave them a couple of bucks. To Juliet she said, "We tend to forget that they're children, in other ways."
And Gale said, "Juliet-after our baths tonight?"
It was Juliet's turn to say sure.
Later that evening, using the forward bunk this time, Juliet stroked the almost timid body of her sister-in-law. Gale was on the verge of being thin, so slender that she might have been skinny, if it weren't for the development of her boobs and the neat, tight curvings of her ass. Her thighs were nicely rounded but slight, and she was taller than Juliet.
"I'm like Robin," Gale breathed. "I guess I've wanted you for a long time, too. May I-Juliet, would you mind if I asked him to join us, after we've swung by ourselves. I know Robin would be crazy for that."
"Okay," Juliet agreed, and slipped into the tall girl's arms, lowering her mouth so that she could pull one of the taut nipples into her hungry lips. It was an experience, sucking another woman's tit, and she knew how to make the most out of it for the recipient, using a softly thrilling tongue until she opened her mouth wide and drew in a goodly portion of the delectable mound itself.
"Ah, my love," Gale sighed. "Sweet and beautiful sister, how I love you, and how I'm going to love eating your gorgeous pussy."
Fondling thighs and asses and biting gently at tits, they caressed each other's mounds, fingering the hair and titillating the cuntlips until they were both ready to go, or to cream on fingers already deeply set into clinging tissues.
They changed ends without awkwardness, and Juliet found herself riding Gale's face, her crotch covering the other woman's mouth and nose to such an extent that she was afraid she might smother the girl. But Gale seemed to be getting plenty of air, and began to tongue blissfully into Juliet's cunt, moaning into it as she did so. The vibration of her voice sent additional shivers up Juliet's spine, and she hunched strongly upon Gale's mouth, upon the sharpness of her teeth.
And she was tasting the flavors of Gale's pussy at the same time, eating downward into the heavy black fur, into the writhing lips so slippery and pungent with inner musk. Efficient and deft, Juliet went into that velvet sheathing, using her tongue upon the vaginal walls, licking hotly along the small cavity, finding the waiting target of the clitoris.
She pulled this delicacy into her teeth and worried it gently, sucked upon it, tapped it with her tongue. Then she let go the clit so she could press the lips of Gale's snatch together and suck upon them as she might upon a sugared orange.
Gale was no slouch at pussy eating, either. Within seconds, she had Juliet grinding and hunching, and that trick of moaning vibrations throughout Juliet's cunt was a good one. Juliet writhed and pressed down, smearing her juices over the busy mouth, over the slim cheeks and the dainty chin. Gale went on eating, sucking, pulling.
Juliet could not cry out that she was coming;
Her mouth was buried in the girl's pussy at the time, so she used Gale's own gimmick, and groaned, instead.
Were there some additional flexings, some more quivers, deep inside the writhing satins and the hot, slick velvets? Juliet thought so, and when Gale's slender thighs locked spasmodically upon her head, she was more certain of it. Gale was cresting, hitting the climax, coming with small, fluctuating humps of her crotch. It was all good, all fine-coming and being able to make someone else come, to receive and to give simultaneously.
They were quiet, then, resting, recovering themselves. Juliet turned slowly, kissing her way up the flat, boyish belly of the girl, finding the hard-nippled tits and licking them one at a time. Gale's mouth met hers hungrily, and they exchanged the essences of each other's cunts, tongue to tongue.
"It was marvelous," Gale sighed then. "So tender and loving. I love it with a woman, but I also dig sex with men. I suppose that makes me a bisexual."
"Whatever the label," Juliet said, "it's just as wonderful. Thank you, Gale-for being hot and beautiful; for wanting to love me."
The other woman squeezed her close, and they fitted their breasts together, moved the wetness of their hairy boxes together. It was very nice, to just lie quietly and be held, Juliet thought, to hold someone else in intimacy and adoration.
At the curtains, Robin said, "Gale-Juliet?"
"Come on in," Juliet answered. "Nobody here but us chicks." She felt high, felt good, tingling and free, able to do anything she wanted to. Juliet was her own person, liberated not from her role as a female, but freed of the chains of an uptight morality that had plagued her all her life.
All the warnings, the obstacles that had been put in her path by parents and friends and literature and so damned many self-righteous bastards; all of it slanted to deprive her of the things all women need-release, gratification, and love.
For the love was highly important; Juliet realized that, knew it all the more as her husband's brother crawled in beside her, warmly nude, and with his prick in his hand.
She loved Robin, just as she loved his wife Gale. And her own husband Blake, and her sister Melanie, and both the lovely twins-she loved them all. And that made it all right for them to change, to share, to experience all the other bodies had to offer, every sensuous arousal, each little desire, no matter how far out they might seem at first.
If some long-buried yearning injured no one else, offended nobody else, how could it be harmful? And harmful to whom? Not the willing participants; anything they enjoyed to the utmost was only good for them. So nobody else's opinion really mattered worth a damn, Juliet decided.
"Here we are, Robin," she said throatily. "Your two wives for the evening."