Chapter 1
When Bart Halverson first met Cathy Denning in the waiting room of the Las Vegas airport, he knew she meant trouble for his sons and himself. Her freshly scrubbed look, natural blonde hair and pert young figure, were bound to arouse certain feelings in a man. Her wholesome sweetness added to the effect.
It would have been better, he decided, as the unbidden lust stirred his cock, if a tramp had come to live with him, rather than this kind of girl.
That night Bart told his wife his misgivings. At first she shrugged off his objections. Maureen was wriggling out of her dress and he gazed at her full breasts which were cuddled in a lacy bra, the exposed flesh quivering as she moved. When she hung her dress in the closet, Bart's eyes dropped to the alluring curves of her buttocks, swathed in thin nylon panties.
Maureen was a very beautiful woman. That's why Bart had married her two years ago, confident that he could make the marriage go despite a difference of nineteen years in their ages. But this business of bringing her teenage niece to live with them threatened to destroy the future he'd long envisioned for his sons and himself. If Maureen let that happen, it would mean the end of their marriage.
"God damn it," he said, the color rising in his fleshy face, "we've got to talk about this!"
"What's there to talk about?"" Maureen replied calmly as she unhooked her brassiere. Her breasts tumbled free, reminding Bart of their silky softness. "Cathy's here and she's going to stay. My sister would have wanted me to look after her. She's got nobody else. So that's all there is to it, Bart." She smiled and softened her tone as she added, "now come to bed, hm?"
As she took her bra away, Bart gazed at the rounded beauty of her breasts which stood excitingly erect, their pale pink nipples stiffening in the cool air. His mouth watered as he was reminded of their feel and taste the last time he sucked them.
He continued to watch while she toyed with the elastic waistband of her panties, teasing him. Bart knew she was deliberately putting on a show, using her sex in an effort to get what she wanted.
Maureen slid her panties down, revealing the fine red hair that grew in a neat little triangle where her delicately curved belly met her firm, shapely thighs. Lust unfurled its wings deep within Bart, and a torrent of hot blood coursed into the flaccid tube of his penis, swelling it and threatening to tilt it to a standing state against the coarse fabric of his robe.
"A hot fucking isn't going to bring me around tonight," he angrily declared with deliberate coarseness. 'The girl's got to' go-as soon as possible!"
In the next room, Cathy snuggled into the comforting warmth of her new bed and thought of what a wonderful day it had been.
Nevada was magnificent with its sweeping vistas of unspoiled prairie fading into purple mountains, fleecy clouds trailing across a wind-scrubbed sky, and air so fresh and clean it invigorated her to breathe it. This was the sort of place she'd always dreamed of, and now, at the age of fifteen, she was here. It was almost too wonderful to be trued. If only the death of her mother hadn't brought it about. Her father deserted them years ago, and now her mother was gone-the victim of a car crash-and Cathy was alone in the world.
Cathy was drifting off to sleep when the muffled sound of voices reached her ears. A man and a woman seemed to be arguing.
She sat up in bed. The voices were too indistinct to be understood, but they sounded like those of her Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bart. She wondered what they would be fighting about, especially at this hour of the night.
Curiosity got the better of her and, though she knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, she folded back the covers of her bed and stood up. She walked to the wall and pressed her ear against it.
The argument was still going on, but she couldn't make out the words through the wall. In fact, the sounds had grown less distinct since she'd walked over there. She was puzzled until she realized that most of what she'd heard earlier hadn't come through the wall, but through the French windows which opened on the long balcony that ran across the front of the house. The windows of her aunt and uncle's room faced this balcony, also, and at least one was apparently standing open.
Cathy hesitated for only a moment before she tiptoed to the window and stepped through the open casement door. The cool night air cut through her flannel nightgown, causing goose bumps to rise on her normally cream-smooth skin. Her virginal nipples firmed.
Only as she moved up front of their windows did she realize that the glow she'd observed wasn't filtered by window shades but only by transparent curtains. Then it was too late. She could see everything that was going on in the other room, just as if it were being enacted on a theater stage!
She froze with shock.
Her aunt was standing in the center of the room, completely nude, and Uncle Bart was staring at her. Thank goodness he, at least, had his robe on!
What's the matter with Aunt Maureen, she wondered, exposing herself that way in front of him ? Doesn't she know it's sinful to make a display of one's body? Cathy's mother had cautioned her against doing that, even after she was married.
With a flush brightening her cheeks, Maureen declared, "I won't send Cathy away. As long as this is my home, it will be hers also, when she needs it. But I wouldn't think of using my body to persuade you," she added cuttingly, and snatched up a robe. "I'll sleep in a spare room."
The hell you will!" the big man declared, and he lunged for her.
While Cathy watched, paralyzed with shock, Uncle Bart grappled with Aunt Maureen and succeeded in tossing her down across the huge bed. She landed in such a way that Cathy had an unobstructed view between her aunt's spread thighs, at the cleft of her vulva which was surrounded by silken, curly red hairs. It was so lewd, Cathy closed her eyes.
This sight no sooner impressed itself upon Cathy's mind than Uncle Bart threw off his robe and shocked the girl even more strongly. She had a perfect side view of his nudity, and his massive penis was upraised, pointing viciously at the bed where Aunt Maureen lay sprawled.
Cathy's mouth turned dry. Her legs shook, and she felt faint.
Once in school a girl friend had gigglingly showed her a dirty magazine containing pictures of naked men and women, and she'd taken two or three quick looks before she'd rebuked her friend for possessing such a horrid thing. But the filthy photographs had burned themselves into her brain, and in spite of her wish not to do so she thought of them many times since.
That magazine was nothing, however, compared to what she was seeing now, because it had depicted people at a nudist camp, and the sexual organs of all the males were in a relaxed state.
Cathy had never seen a penis that was erect, either in a picture or "in the flesh." Though she'd vaguely known that an erection was necessary in order for a man to penetrate a woman, she hadn't imagined that a penis could be so huge when it was aroused! The sight was terrifying!
The girl wanted to run, but couldn't. Shaking though she was, and lightheaded with a giddy sensation she'd never known before, she nevertheless was rooted to the spot. She stared and listened ...
"No wife of mine is going to run out on me," Bart declared. "You're going to share my bed whenever I want you. And, damn it, I want you now!"
Gazing at his erect cock, Maureen turned to melted better. But she felt she had to stand her ground.
"Don't touch me!" she shrilled. "You can't make me do anything I don't want to do."
A knowing smile spread across Bart's face. "But you want this-don't you, baby?" he said, and gripped his huge prick. He waggled it in front of her.
"Nooooo!"
Maureen began to kick at her husband, but she knew it was to no avail. Bart was a husky man, very strong for his forty-seven years, and the sight of her jiggling breasts and scissoring thighs served only turn him on all the more! His penis twitched as it drew higher and tighter, its rosy, slick head nearly breaking free of its encircling lip of foreskin.
He gained a workable hold on Maureen's flashing tanned legs and wrenched them wide apart. Her pussy opened to him. It was wet already, the little mouth of her vagina gaping in anticipation of his impending thrust.
Wrapping his arms around her naked legs, Bart gripped her thighs from underneath and worked his hands upward until he had hold of her firm, resilient buttocks. Lifting her ass that way, with his fingertips tickling her warm, silken crack, he moved close, aiming his flesh-torpedo at her moistly receptive target.
She whimpered. The sound was inspired more by passion than by regret over his easy subjugation of her. Maureen knew that she would have her way where Cathy was concerned. Bart wouldn't turn the girl out. If he tried to do that, she would threaten to go also, and that would bring her husband around. He needed her, as he was demonstrating convincingly right now.
His massive glans touched the moist soft center of her vulva. He pressed and his cockhead popped inside, its hood being retracted the rest of the way by the encircling snugness of her flesh. The naked head burrowed deeply into her slippery warmth, and his rigid shaft followed.
"Oooooh!" Maureen whined as she twisted her hips in his hands, pressing her hungry loins against the base of his phallus. His coarse pubic hairs stimulated her sensitive labia, and she felt his balls, drawn-up and tense with her passion. She flopped her head from side to side, her long red hair whipping across the blue bedspread.
Bart stared at her in pleasure, watching her titties quiver and her mouth contort. His upper lip pulled back slightly, baring his even white teeth. He took a harder grip on the foam-rubbery cushions of her ass, and he wiggled them as he began to stroke his sturdy cock in and out of her writhing, tight vagina...
Cathy stared at the fantastic sight of her uncle standing between the upraised legs of her aunt as she sprawled obscenely across the bed, letting him stroke his huge penis in her cunt. Fucking was what they called it; Cathy knew that much.
Her heart thumped wildly, and tiny beads of perspiration broke out on the girl's face, despite the fact that she was standing in the cool evening air with nothing on except a pair of flannel pajamas. Her nipples were hard as little rocks, and she felt uncomfortably moist between her legs-moist and tingling!
Her uncle pulled her aunt more firmly against him, and his naked rump moved faster, pumping vigorously now. An excited cry escaped Maureen's lips, and she tightened her legs around her husband's. Only the back of her head and her shoulders were against the mattress, and her breasts flopped about wildly as he powered his passion into her.
Cathy's mouth hung open. Her throat was drier than ever, but she seemed terribly moist everywhere else! She didn't comprehend the effect the scene was having on her. But her total concentration was on Uncle Bart's hairy, pumping buttocks, and on her aunt's apparent eager acceptance of this strange lovemaking, despite her earlier refusal.
Why would a woman first refuse, then give in and even enjoy fucking?
Uncle Bart let out a harsh groan that sounded like a cry of pain, and his buttocks clenched as he held the front of his body snugly against Aunt Maureen's crotch. Tremors passed through him.
Maureen said, "Oooohhh-oooooh-ooooooh," and quivered also, clinging to him fiercely with her legs.
After a while her legs slid away from Uncle Bart's body and came to rest on the floor. She looked as if she were drained of all energy, lying like a rag doll, her limbs spread out.
Uncle Bart lowered his wife's hips to the bed and his penis slipped out of her. It was soft and looked to Cathy like the penises of the men in the magazine pictures, but it remained very large and red, and it glistened with moisture.
Cathy turned and tottered back along the balcony to her own room. She had to touch the wall with her hand to maintain her balance. Her firm, young thighs scissored moistly. Her legs felt like rubber.
Dazedly she wondered how Aunt Maureen could carry on that way with Uncle Bart and appear to enjoy it. Sex between married people was all right, Cathy believed, as long as it was done in a respectable fashion. But for Maureen to sprawl wantonly across the bed as she had, and for Uncle Bart to stand up as he took her, was indecent! They'd done it with the light on, also, so they could look at each other's nakedness!
The young girl climbed back into bed and tried to relax. But this was impossible. She remained damp with perspiration, and tingles raced up and down her body.
She gingerly slid her hand under the covers and down the front of her nightgown. When she touched the top of her vulva through the cloth, a particularly strong tremor went through her. She gasped.
What's wrong with me? she wondered frantically. Why do I feel this way?
All she knew was that it felt very good to touch herself-to gently stroke and manipulate the down-covered lips of her vulva and the hot little tip of her clitoris. Cathy had noticed on previous occasions that this gave her a pleasurable sensation-while bathing and toweling between her legs-but the sensations the girl derived at such times hardly compared to the thrills that rocketed through her now. She'd always restrained herself before, but now it was more difficult to hold back. It was as if her body were in the grip of some demon!
She closed her eyes and let her mouth gape moistly. She continued to rub herself through the slightly abrasive cloth of her nightgown. Cathy concentrated on her clitoris, because that was where most of the strange sensation seemed to reside, and she rubbed that hard little pea in a firm circular motion. It felt very good!
Her breasts ached, and she worked her free hand into the top of her nightie so that she could grasp one of the firm, silken mounds. She squeezed and twisted the eager young nipple between her forefinger and thumb. It felt so much better to touch herself directly this way, flesh to flesh! She wondered if down below it would feel that much better, also.
She began to pull up her nightie, intending to place her hand directly on her soft, oozing slit. But suddenly she thought of the sinfulness of the act she proposed to commit. It was masturbation! Her mother had warned her against that. It was almost as bad as having sex with a boy-worse because it was unnatural. No! She mustn't!
Trembling, Cathy pushed her nightie down once more, and she withdrew her hand from inside the top of the garment. Her nipples tingled against the coarse cloth. Her slit was awash with moisture, and it throbbed.
Oh God! she thought. What am I going to do?
Her puritanical morality decreed that she should merely lie there and suffer.
But Cathy couldn't keep from writhing slightly, which caused her damp thighs to rub together, and this gave a modest amount of stimulation to the nerve-ends of her vulva. She couldn't be blamed for this, she decided, because she wasn't actually stroking herself.
She began to feel better and better, The writhing seemed to be leading her toward some sort of release from the awful tension that gripped her. If only I can get there! she thought.
She writhed harder. She panted and moaned softly.
Suddenly a release of sorts did occur as a wave of warmth went through her. She felt a merciful giving up of tension. It just seemed to melt away. She sighed and settled quietly against the bed, not really gratified, but no longer hung-up with a need that she could not understand.
As her physical problem eased, other troubles assailed her.
The whole situation seemed hopeless to Cathy. She couldn't remain where she wasn't wanted. But where was she to go? What would she do?
Tears welled in her eyes.
What seemed the brightest day of her life a little while ago suddenly lost its luster. She wished she were back in Pennsylvania. "Oh, Mom" she cried into her pillow, "why did you leave me?"