Chapter 2
Frieda saw that her mother was looking around anxiously for her as she and Brian rounded the corner of the house and walked up to the patio gathering. Immediately Frieda felt Max's hot stare slide from her neck down her chest like some gob of hot slime, finally resting on her crotch.
"Where've you two been?" her mother asked nervously.
"A better question, Alice, is what've they been up to?"
Frieda felt her clit twitch deliciously and involuntarily at Max's insinuation. She blushed slightly as she remembered how she'd sucked Brian's cock in the woods, and how he had greedily stuffed her cunt with his thick prick until they had both exploded with excitement. Frieda saw that her mother was upset by Max's suggestion that they had been doing something wrong.
"We were just talking," Brian said defensively. "I told her about me and Betty."
"Oh, I almost forget!" Frieda's mother exclaimed. "Betty's coming up here tonight. She just phoned, while you two were gone, and said she's driving up. I'm so nervous, meeting my future daughter-in-law for the first time."
Frieda was crushed. She thought of Brian's iron-hard body crushing hers to the forest floor, his hot, pulsing cock jamming itself urgently against the trembling lips of her cunt, begging for entry as her body bucked, twitched, jerked with rising tension. Brian forgot about me as soon as that bitch was mentioned, she thought bitterly as she sat down at the same table as Max. Staring at the woods absently, Frieda didn't notice that her mother and Brian had left the patio and gone into the house to make plans for Betty's arrival.
She tried to picture Brian lying on top of some strange woman, sucking her tits, jamming his fingers up her twat, sliding his face down her writhing belly to her crotch to suck up the dripping cunt juice. Suddenly she felt something against her left knee. It was Max's hand.
"A penny for your thoughts."
How original, she thought as she quickly moved her knee away from her stepfather's crawling hand. If only his palms weren't so cold and sweaty all the time.
"Not thinking about too much of anything," Frieda said as pleasantly as she could, hoping that Max would drop dead on the spot of a coronary.
"I'll bet," he said, leering at her, and moving his hand back to her knee.
"Please, Max, leave me alone," she said, throwing his hand away from her knee.
"You ain't so fuckin' picky when it comes to other people," Max said, pushing his hand back onto her knee. Frieda had had enough of Max for one day.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Max, and I don't care. Just leave me alone." Frieda started to get up, but Max pulled her down roughly and shot off his chair, nearly knocking over the table until he was straddling the chair she was sitting in. Holding her in place by the throat with one hand, he slowly massaged his crotch with the other.
"Ohhh, baby, you ain't got any idea what I want you to do with this."
Frieda had already guessed and was appalled by the suggestion. The idea of Max's cock down her throat or up her cunt disgusted her.
"You get out of here, Max," she managed to whisper. His hold on her was tight, but not tight enough so that she couldn't scream. She wanted to avoid a scene, but would cause one if he didn't let her go. She saw that Max hesitated for a minute. That gave her all the time she needed to break away from him and slip behind the table.
"You take one step toward me, just one step, and I swear I'll scream for Brian, and he'll tear you apart!" she whispered hoarsely.
"So, incest's your game, you fuckin' little bitch. Boy, if your old lady ever knew ..."
Frieda flushed crimson, even though she knew that Max was only guessing. She must be more careful in the future to hide her feelings from that bastard.
"O.K., go on, get out of here," he said threateningly, "but don't think I'll ever forget this, baby. I'm gonna get you, one way or the other."
Frieda spent the day trying to forget about Max and Betty, but when one wasn't taking up room in her mind, the other was. And in between the vision of her and Brian fucking each other like cats in the woods made her cunt contract until she thought she was having another orgasm.
Evening came without Frieda even realizing what hour it was. Her mother had to tell her twice to get dressed before Betty arrived. As the hour approached, she wanted to run out of the house somewhere, anywhere, just to avoid meeting that bitch who was going to marry her brother. She decided to wear something that would make Brian see just what he was losing, and she began running through her wardrobe. She decided on a short, low-cut black cocktail dress she hadn't worn in over a year. Friends told her it made her look like a whore, her rounded thighs straining at the hem while her tits nearly exploded out of the top.
While she was admiring herself in the mirror in her bedroom, Frieda heard the doorbell ring. The bitch had arrived, she thought.
Through the introductions and dinner, Frieda's dress had the effect she wanted. Brian turned red every time he looked at her, she noticed as she tried to keep up polite chit chat with her future sister-in-law. She didn't have to look at Max to know he was rubbing his cock with his hand every time he stared at her. What surprised her was Betty's apparent interest in her tits. The thought struck her that maybe Brian was marry a dyke. But as she was getting ready for bed, she realized Betty wasn't too bad...she was actually beginning to like her. The girl was attractive in her tall, flat-chested way, and obviously intelligent. She was working on her master's degree in abnormal psychology, something Frieda thought would help her in dealing with her future husband's family. She headed for the bathroom. The door was closed, and she heard the shower running.
"Who's in there?" she called through the door.
"It's me, Betty. It's all right, you can come in."
Frieda walked in to brush her teeth and could see Betty standing in the shower. She hadn't drawn the curtain completely and Frieda could see her as she was soaping up her tits, belly and thighs. It looked harmless enough, but there was something suspicious about the way Betty was pushing two fingers into her cunt, presumably to get it clean. But Frieda began to wonder if it was really to soothe an itching, throbbing clit. Frieda saw Betty's chest rise and her thighs close against her hand for a second or two. She began to regret that she had walked in naked, but it was a hot night, and besides, she liked to sleep in the nude. When she felt an unexpected tingling in her own cunt, Frieda blushed. Christ, am I a dyke too? she thought as she brushed her teeth more quickly than usual and left the bathroom in a hurry. She was sorry now that she had invited Betty to sleep in the same room with her in the extra bed.
As she lay in her bed, Frieda thought that Betty could probably think of nothing better than sticking a tongue up her pink-lipped pussy, slurping up her cunt juice like a man dying of thirst. Ha! And this was the sweet young thing Brian was marrying, someone who wanted to crouch between her thighs to suck her clit, lather her cuntlips with saliva, stick her fingers up her twat while she, Frieda, groaned in horror, but not without a measure of delight. She had never had a woman's tongue up her snatch, and she was always one for the unusual. Besides, it would feel good to take this girl down a peg or two. Frieda kept envisioning Betty hungrily lapping her clit as she dropped slowly off to sleep.
It was several hours later. Frieda had been sleeping, dreaming of Brian's cock. In her mind she could see the veins, the throbbing shaft of his cock, the warm, sticky cum still spurting from the tip into her itching cunt. Now his cock was growing hard again, as if some miracle were taking place . . . emptied of its cum, but ready to shoot some more. Fuck me! she cried silently as she went on dreaming. Oh, Brian, fill me with your prick! It was what she wanted; cockmeat, stiff, long, thick, hot inches of it rammed up her pussy and moving back and forth, twisting from side to side while Brian's fingers crept down to her clit and made her want to scream in agony as she came.
Frieda jerked awake with a shock. She stared at the hand between her legs, then moved her gaze upward. Her molester was Betty, and she was smiling gently.
"Stop it!" Frieda whispered hoarsely as she knocked the hand away. Betty didn't seem to be shocked by the rebuff; she just chuckled.
"If you didn't like it, why didn't you stop me a few minutes ago, when I started."
Frieda blushed. "I was asleep."
"And you didn't feel a thing?"
"I thought I was..." She swallowed hard. "I thought I was dreaming."
"Oh, sure. You always think you're dreaming when you tighten your cunt muscles around a couple of fingers."
"That's none of your business, Betty," Frieda said nervously.
"By the way, got a boyfriend?"
She was shocked by the question, and wondered what Betty was after.
"Nothing steady."
"Well, you're no virgin, Frieda. And if you don't have a boyfriend, you've got to have, well, you know what I mean."
Frieda didn't want to tell her about Brian; at least, not yet.
"I'm not doing anything like that. I never have. Not with anyone. I'm not a Lesbian, Betty."
"Well, don't sound so huffy, honey. Neither am I. I just like to swing both ways, and I think you do too, although maybe you don't realize it just now. I saw you at dinner, waving those big tits at me like some kind of banner."
"You're imagining things. I never tried anything like that with a woman," Frieda protested, feeling her resolution weakening as she saw Betty towering over her. The night air was hot and sticky and made her feel more adventurous than she'd felt in a long time. Something tightened in her cunt as she looked at Betty, and she wanted the woman to do something about it.
"Well, there's a first time for everything." Betty's tone was filled with emotion as she climbed onto the bed and pushed Frieda's thighs apart. Seconds later, Frieda felt the tongue pushing its way into her cunt. Frieda shuddered in revulsion as the fingers pulled her cuntlips apart so that the unwelcome tongue could twist its way deeper into the dry, unfeeling hole.
Frieda began to feel a warm sensation that responded to Betty's insistent probing. She couldn't help it. Betty was an expert, a girl who apparently knew what tongues were for. Frieda gritted her teeth as she felt the tongue snake up toward her clitoris; she shivered in fear and disgust as a finger stroked her asshole. She felt Betty's tongue settle on her clit for an instant; then she could feel a pair of lips closing around the tiny knob, and Betty began to apply suction. Frieda could feel it now; it was like fucking with Brian, like being sucked off by him and nibbled and she was starting to respond; she couldn't help it. She could feel her crotch tingling, and suddenly there was a trickle of cunt juice dripping slowly down her thigh, and she knew that no matter how hard she tried she simply would not be able to maintain her self-control.
Several minutes later, when Frieda thought she couldn't stand it any more, Betty's mouth retreated. She sighed in relief as her future sister-in-law climbed off the bed.
"That's all?" Frieda whispered. She couldn't believe that Betty didn't realize that she hadn't cum.
Betty didn't answer, but rummaged through her suitcase at the foot of the bed. Frieda couldn't understand what she was looking for...and at a time like this! She saw Betty close the suitcase and start back for the bed, but with something in her hand. By the faint light of the moon, Frieda saw that it was a large rubber dildo. Her jaw fell as she stared at the artificial cock, she felt the sweat ooze onto her forehead, and there was a twitch in her guts that corresponded to one in her cunt.
"My God! You can't use that thing on me!"
Betty just laughed and pushed Frieda's legs high and wide. "It's better than a cock; no sticky load in your twat, no worries about babies, and it won't quit until you want it to. And look, it vibrates!"
As if to emphasize her point, Betty twisted a knob at the dildo's base. The large pink plastic cock began to buzz, and Betty leaned forward, slowly bringing its enormous shining knob against Frieda's trembling cunt.
Frieda had lost the fight, and she knew it as soon as the rubber cockhead had disappeared into her hot, juicy snatch. It was just like being fucked, only better in a way. The vibrations poured through the flesh of her cunt and were carried like bolts of electricity to her sensitive clit; it was as if her entire body had been turned to jelly. She shuddered as the powerful sensations spread outward from her cunt.
But Betty had more on her mind than simply giving pleasure to Frieda. Suddenly Betty was moving around, and Frieda was aware of a shadow descending over her head; she opened her eyes and saw that Betty's hairy cunt was only inches from her mouth. God, no, I can't do that! she thought in revulsion, struggling to get free of Betty. She tried to move her face to one side, but she was blocked by Betty's thigh. Then the crotch was closer, only two inches away from her eyes.
She didn't have time to think about it any longer. The cunt was suddenly pressed against her mouth, and she could taste the sharp flavor of cunt juice. Frieda didn't know what to do, but Betty soon snapped a command. "Eat me, damn you!" she warned, and Frieda was too frightened not to obey.
She could feel her tongue disappearing between the cuntlips and into the hole. Then she heard Betty say something about her clit, so she pulled her tongue from the opening and moved it higher, letting its sharp tip dart against the swollen pealike organ. Betty gasped, then uttered a muffled cry of delight, and Frieda blushed. Strangely enough, she was a little proud of making Betty respond so strongly; then, after Frieda had attacked the clit with pursed lips and had made Betty whimper from the suction, she gave herself completely to the vibrating rubber cock. She could feel its hot slick plastic skin beat against her twitching cunt walls, probing, sliding in and out more furiously as Betty lost control of herself. Frieda thought the girl had sent the cock up her twat like a torpedo bound for her womb. The feeling was unspeakably exciting, and Frieda moaned, bucked, slid her sweat-dripping ass back and forth on the soaked sheets as she tightened her cunt muscles around the buzzing cock as if to invite it deeper into her cunt.
"Faster!" Betty cried, crashing her cunt down hard onto Frieda's chewing mouth. She stuck her tongue deep into Betty's pussy and touched her clit with a trembling finger. She let her other hand creep toward Betty's asshole, where she got up the nerve to give a tentative push. The puckered opening went loose for a minute, admitting the first joint of Frieda's finger, then clamped shut tight again so that her finger was trapped inside the hole.
Frieda's thighs were clamped tightly around Betty's wrist as her hand wielded the rubber-skinned vibrating cock. She shoved that dildo deep into Frieda's cunt and started to churn it like the stick of a butter churn. Frieda felt her insides being mixed together into an excited mess. All she could think of was that juicy, hot and hairy cunt slamming like a piston against her face while that massive buzzing cock was driving her over the edge. Frieda could feel the saliva and cunt juice trickling down her cheeks, but she didn't mind now. She felt a spasm in her crotch, and then another, and suddenly her cunt broke loose with a long, twitching series of contractions so powerful that she lifted her hips off the bed and ground her teeth against Betty's fluttering cuntlips. Betty's cunt jerked, and the asshole tightened itself around Frieda's finger, and Frieda tasted a fresh torrent of juice.
Betty groaned, then slammed her cunt down hard against Frieda's face, grinding her snatch back and forth, side to side as her cunt was racked with violent and ecstatic contractions.
It seemed like hours before Betty's body finally went limp and she collapsed on top of Frieda.
"Unnh!" Frieda exclaimed, pushing Betty to one side of the bed. She was nearly breathless, and didn't need that extra weight crushing her into the mattress.
"For your first time, you did all right, honey," Betty said, finally lifting herself off the bed. She stood in the middle of the room, toweling the sweat and cunt juice off her body.
"This may sound silly to you, Betty," Frieda finally managed to say, "but I'm not a Lesbian. I never tried it until you got to me, so I'm pretty new to it, and I don't think I want to stick with it. I enjoyed what I did with you, but I like guys, too. I don't think I can keep myself from enjoying ... normal sex."
Frieda hesitated using the word "normal", thinking that Betty would hardly classify her desire for Brian as normal.
Betty laughed. "Well, don't worry. I'm not going to be chasing you after I marry your brother. Not, at least, unless you make the overtures."
Frieda couldn't imagine herself making any overtures to the girl; but then, until a few minutes ago, she would never have guessed that she enjoyed cunt as well as cock.
"Besides, I'll be so busy with Brian that I won't have much time for anyone else. I hope this doesn't shock you, but your brother and I have played around a lot before we decided to get married."
Frieda almost exploded in laughter. She had just sucked and fucked her brother practically under her mother's eyeballs this afternoon, then turned around and ate her future sister-in-law's cunt, while being fucked by a dildo this evening! No, she didn't think that much else could shock her.
"Well, it doesn't bother me a bit," Frieda said nonchalantly, reluctantly pulling the vibrating dildo from her well-fucked cunt. It felt so goo'd vibrating in there, like a deep, luxurious massage to her tender cunt walls. Betty leaned over and took the fake cock from Frieda.
"This little gem can really do a girl good. Ever think of having it up your ass?"
Frieda's eyes opened wide. "No! That's .. . that's disgusting!"
"It's fun!" Betty replied. "I've had it stuck there several times while your brother was busy fucking me. You can't imagine how great it is to have that rod twitching in your ass while somebody's fucking you!"
Frieda tried to imagine that massive plastic cock sliding into her ass, and winced at the thought.
"And Brian sometimes likes to have it popped up his ass. Says it gives him an added kick when he cums."
"I don't believe it! You're lying! My brother wouldn't, couldn't..." Frieda sputtered. She couldn't believe that Brian liked to do such things. It sounded perverted, wrong. But before she could say any more, Frieda was aware that Betty had leaned forward and rested her hand on her left knee. Frieda stiffened. The hand was moving higher. She felt her clit twitching again, and a moistening between her legs. The hand was between her thighs again, and Betty was leaning toward her, lips pursed for a kiss. As Betty's tongue forced itself past Frieda's lips, Frieda suppressed a groan. God, she had to live with this woman as a relative! Betty's fingers stroked Frieda's cuntlips, and she tingled. She shuddered guiltily, but with rising excitement as Betty's insistent fingers buried themselves in the warm, fur-edged gash of her cunt. Her breathing became heavier, and her legs spread apart, inviting Betty to do whatever she wanted.