Chapter 8
Later, and after passing the bottle around a time or two, Juliet changed positions with them, taking her brother-in-law's cock into her lips and positioning herself for a good fucking by Blake.
It had been too long since she had felt his big prick sliding into her cunt. She was overheated, wet with the stuff of her own lubrication and with the come left in her vagina by Robin.
Did a man dig that more, she wondered; was Blake enjoying the feel of his brother's come? Because she was high on bourbon and higher on sex, she asked him. "Blake, darling-is my cunt better for you now, because Robin just fucked it?"
"It's slicker," Blake answered. "Hotter and all slidy, and I love it, doll. You're a better fuck right now than when we were first married."
"I'm glad," she said, and put her lips back down around the slippery head of his brother's prick. Now that she had some experience-this was the third cock she had gone down on-Juliet thought she could give an excellent blow job. The guys all reacted as if getting sucked by her was the greatest, and she wished she had taken up the sport a long time back.
She was in a different position this time, flat on her back with her thighs spread widely. Robin straddled her chest, rubbing the cleft of his ass into her breasts as he fed his cock into her mouth with slow, erotic strokes.
Her husband was between her legs, and she lifted them as he thrust strongly into her vibrant pussy, curled them over the small of his back as she had seen another woman do not long ago. It helped her nail him down, helped her to force him deep and dirty into her cunt. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she rolled her pelvis up to take him even deeper, wanting him to touch bottom as he had never before.
They fucked steadily, the edge taken off by their earlier screwings, and Juliet knew that the orgasms would be much slower now, but no less moving. It was good to build up to coming.
She used the tip of her tongue to feel deeply into the slot of Robin's glans, to taste the residual semen inside. Popping the head from her mouth, she tilted her head sideways to nibble up and down the veiny staff, pausing at its bottom to suck his sac into her teeth and tease him unmercifully.
Back up the shaft, she took the glans quickly, warming it up again, making it drip with her saliva. Sucking on it, licking and tickling, she built up a pressure that soon had Robin's prick throbbing. Blake was probing the innermost recesses of her cunt, tapping at the cup of her womb, and now she was beginning to get the sharper sensations along her clit, the delightful warning signs of an impending orgasm.
She let it all go, writhing and undulating, gobbling and lapping. Her hands played over Robin's hips, his legs, his balls. Her legs tightened and lurched around Blake. A prick in her throat, and another prick up her vagina-sweet and hot and hard; pulsing and recoiling, shoving and withdrawing.
Semen bursting like a star far inside her pussy; come roaring like a mad river into her mouth; her own frantic climax churning her insides and making a vortex of her cunt, making her throat open and whirlpool down the ejaculation dripping there. Stars and waterspouts; wheeling suns and a Milky Way blazing with hot, bright points.
Juliet probably passed out. Drowsily, she let her legs trail down, and she breathed around a cockhead until it was taken from the light grasp of her teeth.
When she got her senses back, she lay between the two muscular male bodies, warm and protected and exceedingly well fucked. She kissed one cheek, then another, and moved her hands softly down to cup them over two limp, shrunken cocks. Now she was the mother protector, guarding these precious jewels from harm, for now she had the right; she had loved them both, and would do so again.
She slept with them, and did not dream. When she awoke it was morning, and there was no hangover taste in her mouth, only the memory of semen. Juliet sat up and stretched, conscious of the mounds of her tits, of the nipples so ready to rise, knowing the kiss of sheets upon her legs, her buttocks. She had never felt more alive, more at peace with herself and the world around her.
The men were gone, and she smelled bacon frying. Melanie-Gale-little Rochelle? Someone already up and about and cooking breakfast. The night had gone so swiftly, and although she had used her body strenuously, she wasn't at all tired, but refreshed.
Juliet found a robe, drew it on, stuck her feet into fluffy slippers and brushed back her hair with her hands. Today, they'd have to stop somewhere for refurbishing; the other women probably needed it as much as she did. A good bath, a douche, some miracle with her hair, and she would be ready to go again, neat and tidy, appealing to the lusts of the men.
Ducking out of the bed and stepping down, she found the housecar busy. Rochelle was dishing out paper plates heaped with pancakes, bacon, and potatoes. Ryan was passing along the coffee, and as Juliet stood uncertainly, Gale brought her a cup of orange juice.
Her sister-in-law said quietly, "I hope you had as much fun as I did, Juliet. Those kids, and Melanie-marvelous!"
Juliet asked, "Melanie and Ryan?"
"Melanie and all of us," Gale said, dropping her eyes and with a flush staining her smooth cheeks. "I-I never knew what it was like to be-well, to be loved by another woman. It's out of sight. But then, you already know, don't you?"
"Only through Rochelle," Juliet said.
"But I thought-I mean, you and Melanie are sisters, and-"
"I've been backward," Juliet admitted. "But no-teftger I'll have to-have a talk with Melanie and her marvelous kids. Isn't young Ryan terrific?" It seemed natural to her now, to be discussing the sexual prowess of others, her nephew, her husband; anybody with whom she had a mutual interest. The old, square Juliet Carter had been sloughed off, as a caterpillar changes forms to become a butterfly.
Gale's blush deepened. "He's so young, and I didn't really want to swing with him at first, but after seeing him make it with his sister, and when Melanie took care of me-Ryan was next, and I discovered how wrong a girl can be."
"Or how right," Juliet smiled, and drank her orange juice. Thinking she still had to watch Ryan fuck Rochelle, and that she had a lot to learn from her own sister, Juliet ate a hearty breakfast.
The men were a little edgy, a bit embarrassed, she thought. They hadn't gotten used to the idea of fucking each other's wives, and acted somewhat like male dogs around some bitches, alert and pretending not to notice the others. Except little Ryan, she saw. The boy was relaxed and calm, chatting with his sister about what they'd see on the trip today, about maybe stopping somewhere for a swim, as if he hadn't fucked three women last night, and gone down on some of them; as if his mother hadn't sucked his hard little cock.
Needing to be busy, Juliet took over the cleanup chores, washing silverware and cups and glasses, discarding the paper plates. The housecar ran smoothly, swaying just a bit around curves, and once when she glanced up at the front, she saw her husband and his brother talking earnestly, their heads close together.
Were they comparing notes on her? After all, she had fucked both of them, and gone down on both of them, wanton and abandoned in her coupling with two men. The perfect bitch, she thought; open and available to multiple fucking, to anything and everything a pair of men could want of her.
And she refused to feel guilt for that.
Making the beds, Juliet figured there would always be three to a bed, at least; there were three males and four females on this jaunt, and things simply could not always be divided evenly.
She considered some of the mechanics of the exchanges, the trading around that would have to be made. Not like some activities director on a cruise ship, she thought, and giggled softly as she finished making the bunkbed; more a matter of everyone finding his or her own desires, wherever those urges lay, or with whom.
Blake had already gotten around pretty well, as had his brother Robin; they had fucked her, Gale, and Melanie. But not little Rochelle-at least, Robin hadn't; Juliet was getting a bit confused as to who had done what to whom, and how.
And of course, Ryan had been into all the women, his sister and both aunts and his mother. All he could do now was find different combinations. He hadn't really tangled with Juliet and his mother, yet. She tingled at the idea, and wondered if they could all hold off until nighttime, or if there would be some who craved a little sex for lunch.
Moving to the front, she leaned over her husband, touching her breasts to the back of his head. "If you come across a swimming area, please stop. All of us could use a dip, I think."
Blake said, "Watch how you use those tits, woman; want to run us off the road? No lake or river along this road, according to the map, but there's a rest stop about an hour from here, on the freeway."
"Is the freeway a good idea?" she asked. "With Martin and his detectives evidently prowling everywhere, I thought we were going to avoid the main roads."
"We are, doll. We have to take this one for just a few miles, then I'll get off it again. Besides, we can all shower and clean up there, and refill the water tanks."
She kissed the side of his neck. "Okay, Blake." He spared one hand from the steering wheel, and ran it back and down her hip, her thigh. "Ain't this a lot of woman, Robin? I sure thought she'd melt my backbone last night."
Robin's eyes were warm, his smile remembering. "She sure is, brother, but then, I always figured she would be." He passed one hand over her tit, a possessive, tender movement that she appreciated.
She said, "You didn't know me too well, as Blake did, and you weren't bored with me, as he was."
"No more, doll," Blake said, with a parting pat on her ass. "Not since you turned so hot and fuckable."
Juliet moved away from them, and sat awhile at the table where the others were playing cards. Not interested in the game, she went to the bunkbed and lay back, crossing her legs at the ankles, as she had wound them around men's backs the night before.
Sex was uppermost in her mind, followed only occasionally by thoughts of Martin Clements and his vengeful pursuit. What was wrong with the man? Jealous, uptight, narrow-she didn't see why Melanie ever married him.
But without Martin, there would have been no Ryan, and no Rochelle. That was unthinkable; if the twins had not been born, Juliet and Melanie and all of them would still be in their same old sexual ruts, which was almost as bad as no sex at all. Still, Melanie's genes must have completely overridden her husband's, for the twins to be so sensual and precocious. If fucking ever ran in a family, it did in this one.
She heard their voices, the laughter and kidding of the card game, and she was lulled by the motion of the van, the purr of its motor. She wasn't sleepy, but she was almost totally relaxed, dreamy and content. Drifting, she let her mind wander over all the things she had been told were bad, thought of the taboos that had been practically beaten into her head and body since she was a child.
Juliet had broken just about all of them, and it had taken her only a couple of wild days and nights to do it. Years of repression and days of freedom. It would increase, intensify, become even finer for her, for all of them. If they stayed ahead of Martin Clements.
She frowned, turned over on the bunkbed, and wondered what would happen if the man caught up with them. Police, prosecution? He'd have a hell of a time proving anything. This was a family outing, a vacation trip such as many families made every year. And once they crossed the state border, Martin would have to spread himself and his men a little thinner.
Juliet sat up again, crossing her hands over her breasts in a reflexive instinct of protection. It would just be better if Martin didn't catch up with them; then nobody would have to worry.
"Hey!" Blake called back. "Rest stop coming up! Everybody out for showers. Rob and I will get the tanks filled while the rest of you make yourselves even more beautiful."
Ryan and her husband, Juliet thought; both fucking her at once, changing ends, swapping styles. Or Ryan and Melanie, Juliet and Blake, switching back and forth. That ought to turn Blake on more than anything he had yet experienced. Juliet thought they'd give it a try, right after lunch.