Chapter 7
They were still panting slightly when Joyce stiffened.
"What's the matter?" Jason asked.
"Did you hear something?"
They both held their breath. Then, unmistakably, they heard Judy's giggle from somewhere outside. Car doors slammed, and someone laughed.
"They're home," Joyce gasped.
"What'll we do?"
Joyce was already scrambling for her clothes. "Let's just hope they don't come down here first."
"We're outta luck anyway. No escape route."
Joyce looked around frantically. "Quick, in here."
They scrambled for the safety of the laundry room. Joyce was about to close the door when she spotted one of Jason's socks in the middle of the playroom. Deciding the risk was worth it, she darted out and grabbed it. She bolted back to the laundry room and pulled the door closed just as she heard Judy's voice at the top of the stairs. With a wheezing sigh, she leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath.
"Funny," Paul commented as he came down the stairs. "Joyce's car's in the drive. I would have sworn she was home."
"Maybe she and Jason went off somewhere," Judy suggested.
"I hope so," Mark Conklin said, making Joyce stiffen in surprise. She waited to her Patty Conklin's voice.
"Well, no one's home," Paul said. "Who wants a beer?"
"I could use one," Mark answered.
"Not for me," Judy said. "I don't need one."
"It's too bad Patty couldn't make it," Paul commented, getting two beers out of the refrigerator.
"I don't know," Judy said. "It just means that much more fun for me."
Joyce stiffened as if she'd been hit with an electric shock. She peered anxiously through the crack of the door. Mark Conklin was leaning casually against the small built-in bar, a can of beer in one hand. Paul was behind the bar, popping the top on a second can. Judy was in the middle of the room. As Joyce watched, her daughter strolled over to the record player and turned it on. Then she turned toward the two men.
"This way," Judy went on. "I have both of you to myself."
"What's going on, Mom?" Jason whispered.
Joyce jumped. As music came pounding out of the record player, she shifted so her son could see, too. She felt the heat of his naked body against hers.
"What happens if Joyce comes home, or Jason?" Paul asked.
Judy shrugged. "We can always hide in the laundry room. And besides, if it's Jason, we can cut him in on a piece of the action."
"Paul, your daughter's got a quick mind, and a great way of expressing herself," Mark Conklin commented between swallows of beer.
"Chip off the old block," Paul chuckled.
"Not shaped like this, I'm not," Judy commented huskly, trying to be sexy, and being very successful at it. She smoothed her tennis dress down over her slender body. Then, swaying in time to the music, she reached behind her back and unhooked her dress.
"Maybe you should've said Chippie, Paul," Mark suggested.
"Well, I'm hot a hippie anyway," Judy said, running the zipper of her dress down. She let it fall off her shoulders and down her arms, baring herself to her waist in front of the two men.
Joyce gulped. She didn't understand how such a simple maneuver could possibly be as sexy as Judy made it. Glancing sideways at Jason, Joyce saw the film of sweat on his face, and the stiffening member between his legs. His eyes were riveted on Judy.
Judy pushed the dress down her gracefully muscled legs and stood in her panties. Sliding her hands up her torso, she cupped her breasts.
Mark and Paul both licked their lips hungrily at the sight of the nearly nude teen-age girl fondling her tender, immature breasts.
Judy stroked her hands downward in a gracefully sexy move, hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them slowly down, baring herself completely to her father and his friend. She shoved the flimsy lace down her legs and off, picked the panties up daintily and waved them like a flag at the men. With a flick of her wrist she tossed them onto the bar.
"You two are overdressed," she told them softly. "First one to get naked can have me." She strolled slowly over to the couch and lay down on it, spreading her legs in wanton invitation.
"Wow," Jason wheezed softly in Joyce's ear.
"Sshhh," she cautioned softly, but not because she was afraid he'd be heard. The music was loud enough to prevent that. But Jason's comments were a distraction she didn't want.
Paul and Mark stripped frantically. It looked as if it were going to be a dead heat. Then Paul won, stepping out from behind the bar totally naked while Mark was still trying to untangle his feet from his jockstrap. Paul advanced on his daughter, his powerful cock leading the way like a blunt lance.
Joyce reached out and found Jason's cock. She wrapped her fingers around her son's penis while she fastened her eyes on her husband's prick.
"Take me hard," Judy ordered, hungrily watching her father approach.
Paul settled between her thighs, and, taking her at her word, with no preliminaries, rammed his cock into her pussy so brutally she cried out. She sank her fingernails into his back and urged him on. His hips pushed and Judy yelled happily at the agony of his cock tearing into her unready pussy.
It was a brutal, animal union, Paul ramming at his daughter mercilessly, Judy urging him on with her nails and her teeth. Paul's blocky, hairy, tanned body mashed Judy's slender one into the couch. His muscles worked and strained as he pounded his prick into her guts. He was relentlessly brutal, and Judy absorbed the brutality greedily. Her eyes closed, her face twisted with passion, Judy's body convulsed with her orgasm.
Joyce felt tears trickling down her cheeks, and felt her own lust roaring through her as she watched Judy's ravaging. She'd never been taken like that in her life, and knew she'd like it if she ever were. Joyce's vicarious passion roared in her ears like thunder while she watched her husband rape his daughter.
It didn't take long for Paul to come. He poured his semen into Judy with brutal jerks of his hips. He held on for a few muscle-straining moments, then sagged limp. Mark Conklin was ready, standing over the pair on the couch, his cock hard and dripping. He reached down and hauled Paul off Judy.
Paul didn't resist.
Mark took his place. Judy wailed as he took her with no warning, ramming his huge cock into her streaming cunt. The union was as much rape as the previous one had been, and Judy welcomed it even more eagerly. Her hips surged upward to meet Mark's; her fingers clawed at his back. It was quick, hard and brutal.
Joyce could sense Judy's orgasm, could feel her own muscles tightening in delicious agony. Joyce discovered she was squeezing Jason's cock almost too hard. As Mark Conklin came, pouring his semen into Judy, Joyce hauled Jason away from the door. Falling on her back on the hard concrete in front of the washer and dryer, Joyce guided his cock to her pussy and jammed it in. She was so ready for the hot bulk that rammed into her, she came instantaneously. Jason was as wild as she was, and pounded his cock into her harder than he ever had before. His body bruised hers against the floor as he rammed his shaft into her again and again and again. The impact of his body jolted Joyce's teeth until she was afraid she was going to bite her tongue.
Jason rammed into her and came like a geyser, pouring wave after wave of semen into his mother. Joyce felt the hot fluid hosing her cunt, and her own orgasm soared still higher. The room whirled around her dizzily.
Jason finally slumped on top of her, and Joyce fought to breathe and to steady the whirling world. She heard vague sounds over the music from the playroom, and urged Jason off her. She wanted to see what Judy was going to do next. What had happened already was more than she'd ever believed her capable of. There just didn't seem to be any limit to what Judy might do.
Joyce dragged herself to the door, her muscles aching, and peered out.
Paul was at his daughter again, exhibiting recuperative powers he'd never demonstrated with Joyce. This time it was slower and more gentle. Lying between Judy's slender thighs, he moved slowly and easily, pistoning his big cock smoothly in and out of her cum-filled pussy. They were still on the couch, but the angle had changed so that Joyce could see Paul's cock sliding in and out. Paul's muscles flexed easily as he slowly and thoroughly fucked his daughter.
Joyce felt Jason behind her, and moved to give him a view of the playroom. As he moved up next to her, he wrapped his arms around her warmly and fondled one of her breasts tenderly. The almost absent-minded affection of the act made Joyce feel strangely warm.
Mark Conklin was sitting on the floor next to the couch, panting slightly as he regained his strength. He watched Paul and Judy closely as the fucking went on and on. Judy sensed his eyes on her and smiled at him, obviously enjoying his attention just as much as she was enjoying her father screwing her.
Joyce felt Jason's hand leave her breasts and move down her body. As it drew near her dripping pussy, she spread her thighs so he could slide his fingers into her cunt. She was fondling his cock again, feeling it slowly harden in her grasp.
Judy reached out for Mark's limp cock and wrapped her fingers around its sticky length while she took her father's prick in her cunt. While Paul screwed her, she began to pet and pump Mark's organ, bringing it slowly back to life. Turning her head, she sought Mark's lips and they kissed lustily. Mark slid a hand over to pet and stroke her breasts. She was obviously enjoying the joint attentions of the two men.
Joyce felt a little deprived with just Jason's fingers pumping in her pussy.
Paul seemed oblivious to what was going on between Judy and Mark. He kept up his steady, rhythmic screwing of Judy, his hands cupping her buttocks and lifting them to give his prick the best angle of attack. He looked as if he were prepared to fuck forever.
Mark broke the kiss with Judy and whispered something to her. Judy's eyes flashed with excitement and she nodded, grinning tensely. Mark turned, got to his knees, and moved closer to the couch. The position brought his cock even with Judy's head. She turned her face toward him as he moved in on her, and licked her lips nervously.
Mark lifted the head of his prick and aimed it at Judy's face. She gulped visibly. Holding the back of her head with one hand, he pushed his prick against Judy's closed lips. At first she resisted, then let her lips open. Letting his phallus power her lips apart, she gradually took the hot mass into her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her forehead filmed with sweat.
Joyce's stomach knotted up at the sight of her daughter taking the man's cum-smeared shaft into her mouth. At the same time, Joyce's mouth began watering with excitement.
Paul was still screwing Judy, hardly varying his rhythm at all. His hands were still under her buttocks. He turned his head and saw Mark's cock in Judy's mouth and growled softly. Judy whimpered and pumped her head on Mark's cock, her cheeks caving in as she sucked on the hard shaft.
Mark was pumping his hips slowly, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Judy's mouth. His hand on the back of her head kept her from pulling away as he stroked his prick farther and farther out of sight.
Keeping his gaze fastened on the blowjob his daughter was giving, Paul continued to steadily fuck her. As Mark's cock got further and further into Judy's mouth, and his hips moved faster and faster, Paul picked up his pace. His hands kneaded Judy's ass, his fingers out of sight in the crack between her buttocks. Judy began to jerk and shudder as if she were coming, her muscles writhing under her father's weight.
And she kept sucking and sucking on Mark's cock, her spit making it gleam wetly. Her eyes were closed, her face streaming with sweat as she sucked at the hard mass. Even over the music, Joyce could hear the sucking and slurping as the two cocks moved in and out of her daughter.
Joyce's own mouth ached in sympathy, while her pussy burned with desire. Jason's fingers in her weren't a great deal of help. Joyce was pumping Jason's half-hard cock, her fingers sticky with drying cum.
Mark's hips were moving faster and faster now as he pistoned his cock in and out of Judy's mouth. He was slamming his hard organ as far into her as he could. Tears were streaking her face, and she winced every time Mark rammed his cock into her mouth, but she didn't try to escape.
Paul's hips were moving faster and harder as he, too, slammed his shaft home in Judy's body. He was staring intently at Mark's cock in Judy's mouth, almost as if he were willing it to come.
Judy's body was jerking and writhing insanely. The cords of muscle in her throat stood out, and her legs jumped and quivered mindlessly on either side of Paul's.
Joyce saw Mark's balls tense up under the base of his cock, and gulped. Mentally she urged Judy to pull away, to spit out the glistening shaft in her mouth, but it didn't do any good. Judy was letting Mark's hands guide her head and followed his lead when he slammed his cock into her, hauling her head forward to meet the drive. Judy's mouth and throat worked convulsively, and Joyce knew Mark was pouring his cum into her.
Paul knew what was happening, too, and rammed his cock deep into Judy's cunt as he came, pouring cum into her young cunt.
Judy's entire body knotted from the insane orgasm as she absorbed the shots of cum from the two full-grown men in her. Her mouth and throat working, she gulped down Mark's hot semen while Paul's poured into her pussy. She couldn't handle the entire amount either of them was delivering, and gleaming silvery streams of semen oozed from her lips and her pussy.
The tangled, wanton knot of naked bodies held frozen for a long, tense moment until the last quivers of the multiple orgasm had died away. Then Mark sat back on his haunches, dragging his rapidly sagging cock out of Judy's mouth. Paul pulled his hands out from under Judy's ass, and she shook visibly. With her father still on top of her, Judy drew a deep, shuddering breath, and licked the cum and spit off her lips, and swallowed noisily.
"Jeezus," Jason sighed softly. "That was really something."
Joyce drew back from the door and took a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself. She was so shaken she didn't dare try to stand, so just leaned limply against the washing machine. The cold metal felt good against her cheek. Finally she roused herself enough to speak. "What's happening?" she asked softly.
"Nothing," Jason replied, disappointed. "I think they're done."
"They should be."
"They're getting dressed."
"I think we'd better do the same thing," Joyce said, handing him his baseball uniform. She hoped Jason wouldn't ask her any questions about what had gone on. She didn't know how she would answer them.
"See how much fun two guys can be?" Jason commented.
"If you can take it," she replied cautiously.
"You could take it," Jason told her. "I know you could."
Joyce wasn't sure she was flattered by this comment.
"It'd be really groovy, Mom," Jason urged. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
"Why not?"
"It just seems ... a bit much," she mumbled. "I mean, being naked with two men at once." Even as she said, it, she knew it sounded lame.
"You could get used to that. Matter of fact, I know just the place," Jason said enthusiastically.
"Where?"
"That beach where Dad and Judy went," Jason replied. "No one wears anything there."
"Oh, I don't think I could go there," Joyce argued, worried about the turn the conversation was taking, and the increasing dominance her son was exhibiting.
"Sure, you could. You look great naked. Everyone would really admire you."
Joyce was flattered by his assessment. "Don't you think I'm a little old for that sort of thing?"
"Shucks no, Mom. You look real young."
"Do you really think so?"
"Sure, I do," Jason insisted. "Come on, Mom, what do you say?"
"Well...."
"Groovy!" Jason exclaimed, jumping to the conclusion that she would go. "We can go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Joyce squeaked, feeling the initiative rapidly slipping away from her.
"Sure." Jason peeked out into the playroom. "Come on, let's get out of here; they're gone."
Joyce followed her son, amazed at how control of the situation had been taken from her. She felt bewildered and helpless as he led the way up the stairs. The house was empty, and Paul's car was gone. Evidently he, Mark and Judy had gone off somewhere. Joyce headed upstairs to take a shower.
The warm spray sluiced over her, washing away the sweat, and the cum. She had committed herself to going to a beach where no one wore any clothes! The water couldn't wash that away.
Her relationship with Jason was developing in unpredictable ways. She was possessive of him, unwilling to share him with anyone else. But he was willing, even eager to share her with his friends. And, he was gaining greater and greater self-assurance. He was beginning to dominate the relationship, until she wasn't behaving as a parent any more, but a concubine. And she didn't know what to do about it, or if she wanted to. She'd never felt so young and alive in her life as she did now.
Joyce dried herself slowly, lingering over her breasts, and her crotch. She liked the feeling of the towel rubbing past her pussy. She felt her excitement growing again, and tried to turn it off. Then, knowing exactly what she wanted, she went back to her self-stimulation. After all, it certainly wasn't any worse than anything she'd already done. Digging her fingers into her pussy, Joyce quickly sent herself roaring to a wonderful, controlled orgasm.