Chapter 14
It was a thrilling sight to watch, and seeing that big cock slide up and down into Rochelle's tiny cunt turned everybody on. Juliet could hear the raspy breathing, the stirrings on the couch as people began to caress each other. She felt hands upon her, and slid down her own to find a man's cock.
Her husband's prick, she thought, recognizing the shaft by feel, and then Blake said, "Baby-doll-isn't that great? Martin is really hot for that little snatch, and I can't blame him a damned bit. It's like buttered silk inside, and so damned tight-"
Juliet held to his cock and thought she knew where Ryan was at the moment. Feeling up his mother, and neither of them looking away from the circle of light for a split second.
Rochelle said, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Your big prick just fills me, stretches me so tight. Ah, Daddy dear-such a thick, long cock. I've wanted it up my cunt for a long time, ever since I saw you fucking mother one night. That's what got Ryan and me started, you know-seeing you stick this marvelous shaft to mom."
"Baby, baby, baby," Martin groaned. "Oh, if I had my hands free to hold you-ah! Ah, little girl-what a narrow cunt, so hot and sweet. I wanted to screw it for years, ever since you started to swing that darling little ass. But I didn't dare."
"Dare now-fuck me, Father! Oh, yes, Daddy-ram it all the way to the balls-fuck me, fuck me!"
Squirming, her hands flat upon his heaving, sweaty belly, Rochelle swung her compact ass and ground her pussy around his pumping rod. It was getting faster for them both, and Juliet began to wonder how the girl could have put off coming this long, with that mammoth cock sliding over her little clit at every penetrating thrust.
And Martin-his head was thrown back and his eyes were squeezed shut, his entire face contorted with the swift approach of his dream rapture. He twisted his upper body, arched it toward his daughter as she flipped and screwed her cunt upon his ramrod.
"Coming! Coming! Coming! You hot little bitch! Your daddy is COMING!"
Juliet saw the rigorous upward leaping of Martin's balls, and sighed at the thought of the massive load that was being hurled into Rochelle's snug little vagina. The boiling stuff must be deluging that narrow cunt, flooding the baby-cervix and overflowing the shivering labia.
Rochelle cried out and rolled her eyes wildly; her tiny ass stopped gyrating and pumping, and she dug her fingers into her father's hairy belly as she also came, cresting with an orgasm so violently pervasive that Juliet was afraid the girl was going to faint, to collapse upon her Daddy's impaling staff.
Juliet had already started forward when she saw Rochelle catch herself, push herself back erect. Not an inch of her father's prick could be seen. Proudly, the girl sat there, as if defying the universe for her right to ride that magnificent cock.
Nobody in the room was going to argue the fact, especially not her father. He lay on his side, forced to the awkward position by his arms being bound behind his back, but he had to keep his ass flat on the carpet.
Blake was moving, too, a pen knife in his hand. "It's safe to let him go now, I think." he said, and bent to slash the cords at Martin's wrists. As Martin sat up, rubbing his forearms, Blake cut the bindings at his ankles and said, "Welcome to the family, Martin-the real family, where nobody puts you down for fucking your daughter. We're happy you did, and that's why we set you up for it."
"I-well, yeah," Martin said, and made an involuntary motion as if to stop Rochelle from rising smoothly and fluidly from his upright pole. "Can't get adjusted yet, Blake. I-"
"Okay," Blake said. "Take your time, buddy. We all have plenty of time now, all we need. You want to make it some more with little Rochelle? Fine; we'll leave you two alone now. Or you can take your pick of the other wives-Juliet, Gale-even your own wife. I think Melanie has been missing you a lot."
Martin sat, his head down, his chest still heaving from his exertions. Juliet suspected that his mind was heaving, too, churning and spinning in confusion. He had just been screwed by his own small daughter, and it had been ecstasy for him, a closeness he had long dreamed of, but never thought to actually accomplish. Now the deed was done, and Juliet thought he might be trying to work up a good case of regret over it.
Rochelle put her hands on her tummy, slid them across and down, passing lightly and insinuatingly over her inflamed, pouty mound. "Daddy just has to get it all together. Maybe Mom will stay and help us."
Melanie came to sit beside her husband. He didn't look at her, even when she took his hand. Juliet saw that Melanie was as naked as her daughter, saw what the younger girl would probably look like a few years from then.
Juliet said to the others, "Let's go to the living room. These three have so much to talk over."
"These four," Ryan said, and Juliet realized that she had all but forgotten the boy. "I'll stay with them," he said.
"Come on into the living room," Robin invited. "I keep a couple of spare bottles there, and I'm making book that we can all use a few belts, after this hassle."
The living room was spacious, a symbol of Robin's thriving business, and as Juliet entered it, she looked out over the lighted pool on the patio and thought that none of the men in the family had done badly with finances.
That was good because it gave them all the money, the time, and the inclination to follow their desires, all these new needs they had so recently discovered within themselves. Maybe they would have gotten it all going without money, but it was easier with it.
"Drink?" Robin stood beside her chair with a bottle and glass in his hands.
"Heavy," Juliet said. "It feels like a party."
Gale walked by with a tray. "Like a celebration, and why not? That little scene in the playroom wrapped it all up for us, one tidy bundle of joy. Or was that what they used to call babies?"
"I like babies," Blake said, "but unless they're like those twelve-year-olds in the other room, I liked them best fried."
"Like W.C. Fields," Juliet said. "He was always fried."
They drank quite a bit, and had small sandwiches, chips and dip, and Juliet glanced often toward the quiet playroom. "What do you think is going on in there?"
Gale answered, "Just what you think is going on. They're balling; all four of them, changing over and swapping. Ryan has no doubt fucked his mother again, and Rochelle has screwed her father at least one more time. About now, I'd say they're catching their breath."
Robin said, "We've all got our breath."
"That we have," Juliet agreed, and stood up to slip out of her borrowed robe.
"Game time," Gale said, shedding her own flimsy dressing gown. "Goody! Let's make this one a real swap fest. I'll start screwing Blake, and after say-six strokes-he can change with my husband, who will have been taking his six strokes into Juliet's lovely cunt."
"Until the milkman cometh," Blake said solemnly.
Juliet spent a moment wishing that the others could be with them now, sharing and blending in the long, involved orgy she had thought about. Four males and four females, all taking their turns fucking everybody else; four different cocks in her vagina, one after the other. That monster dong of Martin's would be quite an experience in itself, and she really wanted to try it. Imagine her own sister keeping a prick like that a secret all these years!
She lay down on her back, bringing a pillow with her, to slide under her ass. It was something else she had always heard about, but never tried, the forced up-tilting of her entire vagina, so that the man's cock could reach deeper.
At her left lay Gale Carter, a long, lean picture of thoroughbred beauty, with those racy legs and the high tits. Blake was ready between those slender legs, rolling the head of his prick between his fingers, getting it to expand to its fullest size.
Juliet looked up at Robin's chunky, fat cock. They both had very nice shafts, Juliet admitted, and remembered that Ryan's cock was only a small, hard thing, but highly effective. Still, she would like a shot at that huge rod of Martin's, knowing now that she could take it if little Rochelle had.
Holding up her arms and spreading her thighs for Robin, she invited him down to her waiting body, to all the hot, juicy delights it had to offer a virile man or an eager woman.
Robin came to her gladly, running his hands over her body as if he were forever just a little bit overawed with its fullness, its richness, after being married for some time to a willowy woman. He handled her thighs, her tits, and used his fingers exploringly in her labia, pulling them out to run them slidy and tickling up and down her cleft.
Juliet thought again of a cock in her ass, and wondered if she could get to Ryan before long, to see how it would work. She'd have to proceed in the same manner as Rochelle had, stretching her back entrance by starting with a finger-Melanie's-then moving to the boy's prick, then possibly to Robin's, or Blake's. That giant Martin's would never fit.
"You have such a ripe body," Robin said, and set the head of his cock against her ready cunt. When he pushed, she took it in easily, already wet and jellied with her own oils; he slid in to the hilt with one long stroke, and his balls swung into the division of her cheeks.
Beside them, Blake was smoothly dicking his brother's wife, feeding his large joint strongly into Gale's pussy. Gale braced her feet on the floor and bent her knees, so that she could use the leverage of her long legs to boost Blake partially from the carpet.
Then she said "Six!" in a loud voice, and Juliet wondered what the hell, remembering belatedly the game they were supposed to be playing. Six strokes and change partners; something like a sophisticated square dance, she thought.
Robin pulled his cock out and crawled over to nestle it between his own wife's thighs. Juliet watched with interest, never having seen Robin put it to Gale before, noting what a workman-like job he was doing.
"Us again, doll," Blake said, inserting the slippery head of his prick into the steamy hole his brother's prick had just left. It had been oiled by Gale's juices, Juliet knew, and liked the idea.
"Always us," she said, and pulled her husband's mouth down to hers for a fierce kiss, just as his tool pushed all the way home. It did fit deeper in this position, with the pillow turning her box upward. She could feel the head of it all the way back to the cup of her cervix, and it was wonderful.
They would never be bored again, Juliet thought, never again take their sex as a habit, or a duty to be gotten over with as quickly and with as little fuss as possible. From that first departure from the rules on, she and Blake had set forth upon a road that could only bring them freshness and a new series of adventures.
"Six!" Gale called out.
Juliet said, "Oh, hell."
And when Blake withdrew from the vibrant pocket of her vagina, she blinked in surprise. Over his shoulder she saw the rest of the family, standing just inside the living room doorway. At the expression on her face, Blake turned, too.
"Come on in," he said.
Shyly, Rochelle came around the men and sank to the floor to the right of Juliet. "We talked it all over. That's what we've been doing all this time, just talking. And when Daddy understood how much this meant to everyone, how much fun it can be for all of us, he said maybe we'd better come join the party."
Melanie came over then, knelt next to her daughter and said, "What's going on?"
Juliet laughed. "Take your place, dear. Gale dreamed up this goofy game, where the men change places after six strokes, but I always forget to keep count, and she has to call the turnover."
"What happens when one of the guys comes, and has to stop?"
From the other end of the line, Gale said, "Why, he has to fall out, of course. The guy who can keep fucking the longest wins."
Melanie said, "And what does he win?"
"Why," Gale giggled, "the next choice of games, naturally. Or unnaturally, whichever."
Blake led Martin to Gale and stood him over the long, slim girl. "We're starting over, I guess. You take Gale, Robin takes my wife, and I take-Rochelle. That leaves your son and his mother-is that okay?"
Martin nodded slowly. "Okay. They told me how it's been between them, that they've been fucking for quite a while. I probably suspected it all the time, but wouldn't even admit such a possibility to myself. I can understand it all now, since I know what it's like to fuck Rochelle."
"So know what it's like to fuck some other beautiful chicks," Blake said, and stepped around to begin the game once more.
Juliet had to watch how Gale took the huge cock she had been longing for, and when Robin slipped his own tool back into Juliet's box, she met his long thrust mechanically. She liked the feel of it moving into her sheath, but she was more interested in seeing Martin's big pole shove its way into Gale's dark and shaggy hole. It moved inside with not too much effort, since Gale was soapy from the strokes she had already taken from her two previous screwers.
Turning her head, she watched Blake working his shaft into Rochelle's little pussy, straining a bit to get it sunk home, and the girl wriggling delightedly.
Beyond them, her sister and Ryan, with the boy solidly between his mother's legs and thrusting carefully, lovingly into the cunt he worshipped above all others. Was his father craning around to see, to watch how his son fucked his mother and now their mutual wife? There would be no more young versus old male rivalry for the rich treasures of Melanie's pussy, no more jealousy and conflict. She had plenty of cunt for them both, and was only too happy to share it between them.
When Gale called out "Six!" this time, it was in a choked voice, and Juliet thought it served her right, her and her silly games. But she was happy to look up and see the enormous club of Martin's glistening cock hanging above her as he moved down one woman, one cunt.
Ryan came quickly around to be beside his father, and to mount Gale before Martin could get set to plunge it into Juliet. He lay still between Gale's thighs, hilt-deep into her clenching pussy, determined to show that a prick didn't have to be gaint to do its job.
"Hello, there," Juliet sighed, as that huge glans poked into her wet and yearning labia. She wiggled to set it, and took a deep breath as it pushed so massively up into her cunt.
She had been right about it filling up a woman's cavity; Martin's cock seemed to choke her pussy, to expand it as an arm stretches the sleeve of a coat. She had been right about every stroke making a clitoris shudder and leap, too. Her clit twanged like a banjo string, and she took only four long, unbelievably thick strokes before she came.
The orgasm galloped throughout her cunt, spinning to race off into the far corners of her body. She humped on the next two thrusts, tremors racking her from tits to asshole, and damned near refused when Gale yelled out that everybody had to change partners.
It was strange, accepting the boy's small, hard prick in the crevice his father's immense rod had just stretched wide. But the offbeat quality of fucking father and son in rotation turned Juliet on even more. Besides, Ryan used his small joint masterfully, probing immediately for the clit and jolting it, grinding his boyish crotch into hers and clamping both hands onto her aching tits.
"Ah-ahhh!" Rochelle said in a little shriek. "Oh, Daddy, that prick is making me come-already-oh, Daddy-Daddy! Fuck me hard as you can; cram it up my cunt and fuck me, fuck me!"
"My darling," Martin panted, "oh, my little baby girl-"
"Six!" Gale yelled. "The magic number, all you fuckers-six." Then she added, "And Blake is out. He just pumped a big load into me."
So when little Ryan moved on to his sister, and his father crawled over to cover Melanie, Juliet was left temporarily without a partner. Robin was mounting his own wife, plunging his active cock right in where his brother had a moment ago loosed a torrent of semen. Was it better when a pussy got sloppy? Juliet wondered. Did some extra lubrication make the sensations more erotic to a driving prick?
Melanie was screwing the hell out of Martin. She was flinging her legs about wildly, and hiking her ass in violent rotations, riding the slow piston of her husband's gigantic cock as if there would be none around for her tomorrow.
As Juliet watched, Rochelle sneaked one hand out and took her mother's. While she was fucking her brother, her mother and father were pounding away, getting it on as they had perhaps never screwed before.
"Oh, Martin-I love you-love for you to fuck me! So big, so good-right out of our daughter's slidy little cunt and into mine. Oh-hold my hand, Rochelle; your mother is about to-to c-come!"
Gale was yelling her special number, hollering it over and over, but nobody was paying much attention to her now. Not Melanie, bucking and plunging upon her husband's shaft, not Martin, seesawing and churning into his wife's blazing cunt, his big prick flexing and spitting its burden of come, sending it powerfully against the gates to her womb.
"Not fair!" Gale yipped. "You guys aren playing fair, and you're making me-uh-UH-uh! Making me come with my-UH-uh-husband-d-damn it!"
And Robin grunted in time with her thrashing movements, pounding his cock up into Gale's snatch until he came furiously, and sagged upon her sweating, palpitating belly.
"Six and out," he panted.
Juliet turned on her side, deeply involved in the movements of Ryan as he climbed quickly from his sister, snapping his hard rod from that toy pussy and nudging his father's thigh.
"Dad? Please-I want to fuck her right now, just as soon as you pull out-please-my turn with Mother-my turn in her wet cunt-please-"
Juliet had never seen the boy so excited, so eager to leap into the saddle. It was because his father had just soaked their cunt with semen, she decided; because Ryan had this thing about sharing and blending and possibly being his father when his mother was being fucked.
"All right, Son," Martin said, lifting from his wife's supine body and sliding his big club out of her cunt with a sloshing noise that trailed a goodly amount of creamy, sudsy liquid behind its leaking head. "Go ahead, boy-give your mother a good fucking while I watch."
Ryan practically leaped upon his Mom's belly, sliding his small dick around before he could get it into the greasy slot frothed at its humid lips.
As he guided his young cock into the shuddering pussy, Ryan gave a series of swift, rabbit-like hunches and clung to the cheeks of his Mother's lifting, turning ass.
"Oh, Mom-Mother-Mother! I-ooh, darling pussy-sweet cunt-I'm coming-right in here where he-where Daddy-A AHH!"
Never had Juliet seen the boy let go so quickly; he must have been fighting to hold back his load, battling to keep it locked into his balls while he screwed three other women, just so he could pump his semen in where it would mix with his father's stuff-in his mother's wetly scorching cunt.
Melanie held to him, squeezed him down into her breasts, and Rochelle could only sit there cross-legged, beautiful as any pagan princess, and smile at them.
Juliet climbed off the carpet, leaving her place empty, moving softly away from the sated people, from those who had spent themselves fucking, at least for now. The night was still reasonably young, and there were yet many passions to be aroused. But for just now, she wanted to be away from it all. Pausing at the table, she scooped up a bottle of liquor and took it with her onto the patio.
Drinking from the neck of the bottle, she felt the burn of the booze reach her belly and start building a fire there. She saw the stars reflected in the faintly wind-dappled surface of the swimming pool, and smelled the vagrant scent of some garden flower.
It was quiet out here, and lovely, and she had room to think. About her changed and changing life, Juliet mused, taking another long swallow of straight bourbon from her personal bottle.
To think about what? That first night when a small and fumbling hand reached out to cuddle her mound. Not asleep and pawing her in his dream, that boy-wide awake and making the first of many moves that would bring her and all the others into the enchanted circle of sensual freedom created by himself and his beautiful sister.
To think of her husband, drifting away from her because neither of them was wise enough in the ways of sex to call back what had truly never been, only assumed and supposed.
Or her sister, nerving herself up to run away from Martin, rather than face the ultimatums and give up the sexiest thing in her entire life-the long, sweet fuckings she was having with her son, the woman-to-woman love affair she was carrying on with her daughter.
And Martin himself, bound and tied, forced to admit publicly that he had a hidden but overpowering desire to fuck his own daughter, and later showing that he didn't mind sharing his wife with his son.
Gale and Robin, too-bright, pretty young people slowly sinking into the same morass of habit and boredom that was the bane of most married couples. They had leaped at the chance to fuck other people, to exchange love with other human beings to whom being sensuous was not synonymous with being sinful.
Juliet took another drink, and this one went down easier, joining the others that were spreading heat throughout her relaxed body.
"Hey," said a voice at her elbow, "is this a private drunk, or can anybody join in?"
She handed her husband the bottle. "Here, Blake. I've had enough, I guess."
He took a snort and put the bottle down on a poolside table. "Only enough liquor, I hope. I thought I might interest you in a nice, private fuck."
She turned to him and lifted her arms. "Public or private, mister, you've got yourself a deal. And might I add-any time?"
"You might," he said, his naked body against hers. "Now lie down."
"Yes, dear," Juliet answered, as a dutiful wife should.