Chapter 4
She returned a few minutes later. Gilbert had stripped down to his shorts and his pecker was poking out of the opening in his shorts. He stroked his cock a few times, in anticipation of what he thought would be a very fine fuck. Maybe she would blow him. It wasn't often that she did that, because of her Catholic background, but when she did, he felt like he could have splashed an ocean of come down her pretty little throat. He paced around the room, playing with his hard-on. From under the bed, Noreen looked at him. She was aching to feel his powerful thrust all over again. She wondered, with all of the horny feelings she was having, if people who were sexually active, wanted to have sex as often as she did in the past two days. It seemed like as soon as she was satisfied, she wanted to be filled again minutes later. She would enjoy hearing her parents make love.
Her mother returned, freshly washed with a damp cloth, and ready to take her husband on. She would have to give one of the best performances of her life because her lesbian feelings were so strong, she had used all of her sexual energy on her daughter. Her daughter had given her an explosive orgasm and she wasn't close to having another for at least an hour.
She realized her daughter was still under the bed, and wanted to give her a chance to escape. It was possible that she might be detected by her husband, and she didn't know what the outcome of her discovery might mean.
"Gilbert, I fed so romantic. I feel just like we were two kids. You know what I want to do? Let's pretend that we're two kids again. Let's pretend it's one of those long ago evenings when we were still dating. Remember when you were a horny young man and you tried to seduce me on my couch when you knew my parents were in bed?"
Gilbert frowned.
"Oh, honey. Our couch is so skinny. I want to sprawl you across this big ol' bed of ours and really lay you."
"Oh c'mon honey. Do it for me. Be that virile, young soldier trying to talk me into sex before you went off to Korea. You're still just as virile. Tell you what. You put on your uniform, and I'll put on my old long skirt and my saddle oxfords. Let's do it different this time. This time you'll get your way." Charlotte smiled coyly. Gilbert had been flattered.
"Oh hell, honey. I don't see why not. I think it'll be fun. The only problem is Noreen hasn't come home from school yet. I don't want to expose her to any more sex again. I'd rather forget that this whole thing happened."
"Oh, that's no problem. She called to tell me she's having dinner at one of her girlfriends."
"Great," said Gilbert. He went to the closet and pulled down the parcel that contained his old uniform. He chuckled as he pulled it out. Charlotte pulled out her old dress and put on the pettycoats and slips under it.
"Look, Gilbert, you're gonna have a hard time getting to my goody through all of this."
"You'd be surprised, honey. The guys and I at camp used to discuss how we'd do that. We made ol' Schwartz put it on and then we'd sort of practice on him."
"Why you nasty boy," she said. They giggled like two teenagers in love. Charlotte had forgotten that this was her strategy and was beginning to enjoy the idea. Gilbert was smiling when he sat at the edge of the bed, pulling his old army pants on. He smiled at his wife's thin shapely ass as she leaned over to slip on her stockings. He thought about how she was still beautiful as her long, black hair fell across her face like a veil. She had great tits, not as big as he liked, but great anyway. He was feeling good about his marriage and for the first time, his guilt about making it with his daughter began to subside.
He put on his cap, and spread his hands across the bed to watch his wife finish dressing. He was sure he would feel her beautiful lips wrapped around his fucking instrument tonight, with her teeth doing little, gentle gratings across it. Maybe he could even fuck her in the ass, he thought. He would just get her really ready by fingering her until it was loose and relaxed. She liked it when he stuck his finger up her anus when she was about to reach orgasm. Why not his whole cock? She was in such a good mood tonight, maybe she'd do anything he asked her.
"I'm just about finished," she said, bobbing her hair in a ponytail. "I'll add the final touch in a second."
Charlotte sat down at her vanity, searching her drawers for a lipstick. Gilbert sprawled across the bed, taking in his wife and falling in love with her all over again. His hand touched an object, hidden by the wrinkled blankets on the bed.
"I wouldn't look exactly right," she said gaily, "without some red, red lipstick." Charlotte applied the glossy substance to her smiling lips and stopped in mid-action. Her husband was staring hard and hatefully at her. She looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was holding the dinner candles up to his nose and sniffing them.
"Well, well," he said. "It seems they found a delicious new scent for candles besides bayberry and floral. I guess this new one must be called 'cunt!'"
Charlotte shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh my," she said. "I guess you discovered my secret past-time for when your away at work and all the soaps are over." Charlotte nervously laughed. Her husband was silent. "Does it take two of these?" he asked. "Well, I don't really want to tell you this, dear, because it might make you the teensiest bit jealous, but while I was masturbating with those, I imagined one of them was your cock, and the other was Rock Hudson. You know how dreamy I think he is. Why, you admire Marilyn Monroe so much. Anyway, I'd screw myself with one, then with the other, imagining that you were both giving it to me at the same time. It was a really delicious fantasy."
Somewhat relieved, but still suspicious, Burns accepted her explanation for now.
"Silly isn't it? But I did do it." Charlotte returned to her lipstick and began daubing on some blue eye shadow. Gilbert turned around on the bed and ran his hands across the various wet spots. There were several, but basically, there were two large ones. He had seen his wife's cunt release that much seepage when they were getting into a really good fuck, but he wondered how this could be when she had only been masturbating. Most of the giant wet spots they created were also from his come, too. He sniffed the candles, and sure enough, their fragrant cunty smells were a little different. He vaguely recognized the second as his daughter's when he had eaten her pussy the day before. "You know, my perverted darling, that these candles smell of two different cunts. One yours and the other's....
Charlotte dropped the brush she was using to comb out her ponytail.
"You know as well, Charlotte, I met your Aunt Penny at our wedding. She would have been most beautiful if her hair wasn't cut like mine was. You told me what you used to do."
"Oh no, Gilbert. Now stop even suggesting such a terrible thing. There's been enough perversion around here for the two of us. Really! How could you suggest something like that? There's two different odors because, because...."
"Because of what, you lying bitch!"
"Because I splashed some of your cologne on one to smell like you."
Gilbert threw his head back and laughed long and harsh. He stopped immediately and his face took on a horrifying blankness.
"Where is she, you dike. You can tell all the people you want at our divorce that I fucked my daughter, but I'll say you lied. I'll say you lied because I exposed you as being a cunt-licking, tit-sucking lesbian!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I would too. It's bad enough fucking your daughter when you're her father, but to corrupt her into lesbianism is a little worse."
Noreen was scared and shaking as she lay under the bed. She was frightened into crying, and tried her hardest not to whimper too loud.
Burns walked over to his wife and threw her off of her chair. He pounced on top of her and began slapping her elegant, poignant face as Charlotte burst out in tears.
"Stop! Stop! You sadistic beast! Your hurting me!"
"You'll be hurting worse after this ordeal is over," he said. His smacks to her face were coming harder and faster now. Her tiny nose had been broken, and as he slapped her, splotches of blood splattered on the wall next to him.
It turned Gilbert on to brutalize his wife. His erection had gotten very hard. He had to free it from the pressure of his tight crotch. It was gorged to the largest Charlotte had ever seen it, and close to crimson red. He pressed down on her arms as he banged his knees on her abdomen and when Charlotte felt his cock land on her stomach, it felt hard, extremely hard. She would have been in ecstasy if he were gently fucking her with affection, but now she feared it. It was an awful marble pillar, a battering ram, capable of destruction.
"You had better get ready to really get fucked," he threatened through gritted teeth. "Because this is going to hurt."
Burns began tearing at her clothing, not bothering to unbutton and unsnap it, but to tear the cloth off of her, and gouge it into her tender feminine flesh. Charlotte screamed.
"Godamn you, Gilbert! You could fuck her! Why can't I? I can appreciate her beauty too!"
"Just shut your lousy lesbian mouth," he said as he clawed her body all over. He dug into her tits, squeezing them as if he were trying to get juice from oranges. Charlotte screamed in pain.
"I've always wanted to buttfuck you my dear, but you always complained it hurt and I held off. Well, now, I frankly don't give a damn."
Burns lifted his wife's squirming hips. His dick was hard and dry. Charolottes ass was even dryer. Her nervous energy had paralyzed all of her mucus membranes. Her fear had made her asshole grow tighter.
Unmercifully, he pushed her onto his might erection, splitting her anus. Charlotte screamed and screamed louder with each torturing thrust.
"Oh, you pig! You pig! You're killing me! How could you do this?"
"Shut your dike mouth. I'll teach you for trying to make my daughter a lesbian."
To Charlotte, an eternity of torture was endlessly rammed into her. Gilbert was feeling some pain on his cock which was chafing, but he was tremendously turned on and had to concentrate on not coming. He rested for a moment while his wife sprawled out before him, her tears splashing into a puddle of her hair that she shook her pain-racked face in. He began pumping even harder and she screamed.
Noreen was crying under the bed, and she was shaking. She was debating as to whether or not she should call the police and reveal this awful scandal or let her mother continue to be agonized. The entire psychological trauma of the past days all came weighing down on her. Suddenly, she burst out crying, unable to hold back her feelings of guilt and horror. Sex had become a terrible and awful nightmare to her. She wished she never had to think about it again.
Gilbert stopped his pounding when he heard her cry. He had been fantasizing fucking her while he banged into his wife, but did not want to let on that he knew that she was under the bed.
He pulled out of his wife who was too hurt to even move off of the floor. Noreen looked at his feet as he walked toward the closet. Gilbert returned to his wife with several neckties. He bound her legs and arms together in back of her and slapped her face when she tried to wrestle out of his tying.
He lifted her onto her knees as she shook her head in anger and repulsion with tears streaming down her face. Getting on his own knees, he thrust his fingers into her cunt which was dry. He took her petroleum jelly from her vanity and grabbed a giant wad with his fingertips. Pushing it into her, he spread his spidery fingers inside to moisten her all around. He pushed his cock in and fucked her for a minute. He then took off all his clothes and taking off his shirt, he shoved it all inside her pussy, leaving the tail flagging out.
Adrenaline rushing in his blood, he went to his bed and lifted it up. Noreen was squirming under it like a maggot.
"Come out of there, my little whore daughter. Prepare to get fucked."
Noreen tried to crawl away from him towards the door, her giant breasts dragging across the rug. Her father stepped on her wrists, and lifted her up, and threw her towards the wall.
Whump! He walked over towards her, picked up her slouching figure and pressed her hard into the wall. They were over the crack of the doorway and her cunt was pressed into the doorknob.
"Daddy, the doorknob! It's against my vagina!"
"Good," he said. "I'll teach you how to get a good lay when there's no men, or fucking dykes to give it to you."
He pressed his hands firmly on the roundness of her ass and pressed her vagina onto the doorknob.
"Daddy it hurts! It hurts!"
"Good," he said coldly. His greasy penis sought her anus and pushed its bluntness in. He thrust in and out of her while she yelled. Her mother wailed for her daughter. This was the horrible opposite of the tenderness she and her daughter had explored only an hour before.
Gilbert's sadistic fucking ground her vagina hard onto the doorknob as his little girl screamed.
"Oh, Daddy! Please stop! Please! I can't tell you how much this is killing me."
"No it doesn't. Tell me that you love it."
"But it hurts!"
Burns slammed harder into her, twisting her ass around on the doorknob. Noreen yelled her pain from the blackest voids of space.
"I love it! I love it!" she yelled, choking on her words, her eyes flooded with tears, her soul screaming for release. She dropped to the floor, with her father continuing his anal attack and it was then she called on God. She knelt before him as her father's penile invasion continued, his frantic rhythm finally fading out as she imagined God releasing her from her pain by an angel who had replaced his cock with a soft crucifix made of butter.
Gilbert pulled out of his daughter with a resounding sucking noise.
"As long as we're going to be this perverse family, I want a pleasure I've only experienced once with a hooker in Korea. It's called 'around the world' by some."
Gilbert dragged his daughter over with him to the closet, choosing a few more neckties to bind Noreen with. After he tied her up, he lifted her to face her mother. He then stood between them, spreading his legs to reveal his hairy asshole to his wife and his erection, freshly dipped in her anus, to his daughter.
"Honey," he said in a mocking tone. "Just press your tongue to my smelly asshole and lick for your life."
"I'm repulsed," she said. "I just can't do that."
Gilbert turned to his wife and pushed her face with his palm, her whole body tumbling to the ground. He put his hands on his cheeks and spread them. Charlotte looked up at his wrinkled asshole, beginning to look pink from the tension of his stretch. He sat right on her face, grinding the weight of his big, meaty buttocks all over her face, feeling his asshairs tickled and flying up her nostrils. He laughed fiendishly.
"Charlotte, I'll let you start breathing when I feel your tongue working up my shithole. C'mon now darling, you've gotta breathe sometime."
His ass covered Charlotte's face for close to a minute. She squirmed from suffocation beneath him.
"Oh, please Daddy! Please! She's gotta breathe."
Gilbert sat with a look of calm on his face, acting as if nothing was happening. He began whistling "Mack the Knife."
"I'm just waiting Noreen. She can breathe anytime she wants."
More seconds passed by. Finally, a grin ran across his face.
"There we go," he said, lifting it off of her face so she could further burrow into his asscrack. Her tongue, dry and like fine sandpaper thrilled his anus.
"Now you're behaving," he said standing up. Charlotte straightened up and leaned her face back into his asscrack.
"You keep twisting that tongue into me like a corkscrew and you'll stay out of trouble."
Charlotte was repulsed to no end, but she wormed her way passed his sphincter and into his colon, wondering if she might taste his shit.
"That's great. You keep that up. I'm about ready to come. Darling daughter, you suck on my cock like you did yesterday, only suck it real hard. I'm gonna tell you when I come too."
Noreen obeyed him taking his heated mass into her mouth. She sucked on it with all her might, just wishing for this horrible ordeal to be over with.
The combination of his anal sensation and his daughter's cocksucking placed Gilbert in sexual bliss. He loved his wife's nuzzling in his hairy asshole. His climax was welling up within him. He jerked his frenzied cock out of her mouth and gushed his gooey semen all over Noreen's face, landing in her eyes and in her nostrils and dripping down her mouth. Noreen tried to shake his semen off of her face. Gilbert turned his ass away from his wife, and spread his cheeks in Noreen's face.
"Kiss my asshole, Noreen, and I'll let you go."
Noreen hesitantly touched her lips to his asshole, wet with her mother's saliva. She wanted to vomit, but couldn't. Her father took the remaining two neckties from his closet and shoved them up her vagina, still greasy from vaseline. He left her and her mother in that position for the rest of the evening. Burns left the room to make a sandwich. He was hungry.