Chapter 8
Mark had left for the office by the time Valerie could pull herself together sufficiently to attempt to face him. After leaving Neal's bedroom, she had gone to the spare bedroom and hid-almost literally hid, she had to admit to herself-until the children had left for school. She felt almost in a state of shock. In retrospect, the events of the morning seemed incredible.
She avoided Ethel, Penny, and Neal upon their return from school in the afternoon. How could she face them? She had to talk to Mark first, to try to find out what had happened to them. She had been so supremely happy in her new marriage, so appreciative of all the wonderful sexual games she and Mark played together after she had been without them for so long. Her stomach felt cold at the forlorn prospect of giving up all that, but how could she possibly condone the type of license she had witnessed that morning?
Not only witnessed, but participated in, a corner of her brain reminded her.
She cringed at the thought. What must the girls think of her? What must Neal think of her? She could hardly conceive now her own abandoned role. How in God's name had it all come about? The whole situation was simply unbelievable. Utterly, totally unbelievable.
She had to nerve herself to go downstairs and prepare dinner. Fortunately the children avoided the kitchen as she had avoided them previously. She knew she couldn't say a word to them, couldn't even look them in the eye. She clung to the thought of Mark's return from the office as her only salvation. Although what salvation could there be from this monstrous situation into which the family had somehow drifted?
When she heard the sound of his car in the driveway, it felt as though the weight of the world dropped from her shoulders. Mark would make it all right, she thought desperately. Ever since her remarriage she had been depending upon Mark to make it all right, and he had never failed her. The past few months had been the happiest, the most exciting in her life.
Mark walked into the kitchen breezily, rolled evening newspaper in his hand, smiling widely. Valerie had been so afraid of a continuation of his black mood of the morning that at sight of his smile an icy lump seemed to dissolve in her stomach and her legs started to tremble in relief. She ran into his arms almost blindly, flattening herself against his broad chest. "Oh, Mark!" she moaned piteously. "What are we going to do?"
To her great relief he didn't pretend to misunderstand her. His expression turned momentarily grave. "I've been giving that a good deal of thought today," he said smoothly, "and I believe I've come up with the answer. I'll have a little announcement to make at the dinner table, and then we'll take it from there."
"Oh, Mark, I knew I could d-depend on you!" Valerie sobbed. "This has been the longest day of my life, waiting for you to come home!"
He reached around her and whacked her across the seat with his rolled newspaper, then placed a palm on her pliant buttock flesh through her housedress and slip and jiggled it lightly. "We'll work it out," he said in a positive tone. Valerie's low spirits lifted at the welcome attention to her body from this virile man with whom she was so deeply in love. "Get dinner on the table as soon as it's ready, Val, and we'll proceed to take care of things."
He went upstairs to wash up, and Valerie hurried dinner along via every shortcut she could dredge up from her years in the family kitchen. When she went to the foot of the stairs and called "Dinner!" she felt almost normal again.
The childrens' attitudes as they came to the table gave a quick reminder that the situation wasn't normal, though. No one looked directly at anyone else. Valerie was relieved to hear Mark speak up as soon as Neal had helped Ethel and Penny to be seated and Mark had done the same for her. "Does anyone have an engagement for this evening?" he asked pleasantly.
There was no reply. Neal, Ethel, and Penny stared down at their plates. Valerie sat tensely.
"Then there will be a family meeting in our bedroom at eight o'clock," Mark continued. "I'll expect everyone to be present. Nightwear will be the clothing order of the day. Any questions?"
There were none.
"Eight o'clock," Mark repeated, and helped himself to Valerie's porkchop casserole.
The atmosphere relaxed slightly, but there still wasn't much conversation. Penny and Neal exchanged a few asides, and once Valerie caught Ethel smiling at Mark, but for the most part the family concentrated on food. Mark sat in the living room afterward with brandy and a cigar while Valerie made a pretense of scanning the paper. Neal had disappeared upstairs, and the girls were doing up the dishes.
At fifteen minutes before eight Mark drained off the last of his brandy, looked at Valerie, and rose to his feet. Valerie followed suit and trailed him up the stairs. "What's going to happen?" Valerie asked, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer. "What are you going to do?"
Mark shrugged as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"I'm just going to play it by ear, Val, and hope we're enough of a family to withstand the strains occasioned by this morning's activities." He removed his shirt. "And some of the events leading up to this morning," he added.
Valerie didn't consider it a very helpful answer, but she began to undress in a corner of the bedroom. Mark was in the bathroom when Valerie was able to consider her free-flowing curves in the boudoir mirror before she swirled her nightgown over her head and enveloped their luscious amplitudes. She slipped into a robe and sat down nervously on the bed.
Mark came out in pajamas and robe and joined her, and they waited. Penny was the first to arrive, looking subdued. Neal followed shortly, and Ethel was right behind him. Penny seated herself beside Valerie while Neal and Ethel found chairs. Mark wasted no time in speaking up.
"I'm assuming that this is a close-knit family group to whom I can speak freely," he began. No one said anything. "A family group which keeps family matters within the family. In other words, no loose talk outside the house."
He looked from individual to individual in the group. "This morning there were events, happenings if you will, outside the tenets of usual household regimens, yet-" He paused for effect. "No one was hurt. Despite various misunderstandings which led to unusual situations, a certain amount of pleasure was given and taken." He paused again. "Within the family. The more I thought about it today at the office, the more I felt this might be the redeeming feature, this family togetherness."
Valerie was listening closely, trying to divine Mark's purpose. She couldn't seem to fathom what he was driving at.
"So I propose an experiment," Mark resumed. "To take place here tonight in this room, and depending upon its success or failure, perhaps never to take place again. An experience in communal living, for one night, let's say. And we must all agree in advance to abide by group decisions, or leave the group."
Penny looked puzzled, Ethel interested. Neal stared down at his hands in his lap. Valerie tried to read Mark's suave good looks.
"Speaking frankly," Mark went on, "I found the morning's activities stimulating." He smiled. "I'm aware there is a moralistic element in the community and the world which would condemn them. But in retrospect, where was the harm? But you undoubtedly have your own reactions to that question, and depending upon them, you will respond in your own way to my proposal, which is as follows."
Neal looked up from his hand-staring. Ethel was smiling as though at a surmise confirmed, Penny still looked puzzled, and Valerie felt an apprehension she couldn't quite understand.
"I propose we extend the license of this morning to this evening," Mark said. His tone was casual. "To determine if we are truly a close-knit, loving family group. Therefore I recommend that each of us in turn, perhaps in age order, ask to see something or do something in accordance with his or her own desires. Anyone desiring to refrain, of course, is free to leave the group right now."
Valerie swallowed hard. Penny, Ethel, and Neal sat motionless. Valerie tried to tell herself that she should get up and leave immediately. How could she condone this brazen proposal? But how could she walk out of her own bedroom and leave the rest-who obviously had no intention of leaving-to who knew what activity, encouraged by a husband she could no longer understand?
"Since we're in agreement, then," Mark said easily, "let's begin. Penny, as the youngest, what would you like to see or do?"
Penny didn't hesitate. "I'd like to see Ethel's bottomhole to find out if it looks any different after having your big thing in it this morning," she said promptly.
"Ethel?" Mark said on a note of inquiry.
Ethel rose from her chair. She nudged a hassock nearer the center of the room, then knelt down in front of it. She pulled her bathrobe up over her shoulders, lowered her pajama trousers, and crouched over the hassock with her sleek-looking bare behind pointed at the group. "I can't see, Ethel," Penny said at once. "Spread your cheeks."
Ethel reached behind herself and parted her soft, plump globes with a hand on each. Her deep crevice flared into view, the white flesh darkened slightly by a thin tracing of red-gold hair in the cleft. The girl's anus appeared centered in her nubile flesh, brownish-pink and puckered-looking.
"Well, Penny?" Mark said.
"It looks the same," Penny said doubtfully. "Although I don't see how it could be, really, after-" She didn't finish. "Is it sore, Ethel?" she asked her sister.
"Tender," Ethel replied in a muffled voice. "That's all."
"Like our bottoms after a spanking?" Penny persisted.
"Very much the same," Ethel agreed.
"Thank you, Ethel," Mark said smoothly. "Now it's your turn, Neal. What would you like to see or do?"
Neal hesitated, glanced quickly at Valerie, and then away. It was plain he was trying to make his voice sound determined when he spoke. "I want Penny to take down her pajama bottoms and then get down and suck Ethel's pussy," he said.
Ethel paused in the act of pulling up her pajama bottoms. She let them fall to her ankles while a slow tide of color invaded Penny's young face. The younger sister rose to her feet, however, and disposed of her own pajama trousers, leaving herself nude from the waist down, her wide-flaring bare seat with its vestigial traces of puppy-fat looking almost polished in the light.
"Get on the bed, Ethel," Mark said briskly, making room.
Ethel climbed on the bed, rolled onto her back, and parted her legs. Valerie shivered as the girl's red-bronze pubic hair and salmon-pink sex-incision appeared. This was-why, this was an unblushing debauchment of innocence almost impossible to comprehend! Yet what could she say without totally alienating the others, whose eagerness was now starkly apparent?
Penny moved onto the bed with her sister, and at once crouched down over her, then prostrated herself on her stomach in front of Ethel, who raised her legs, elevating her fragile-looking cunt and placing it within reach of Penny's mouth. Penny darted a tongue at the target, and Ethel's legs quivered. Penny gave the pouting-lipped porch a half dozen licks, then inched forward and boldly plunged her mouth down upon Ethel's sex.
Neal's, Mark's, and Valerie's eyes were focused upon Penny's soft buttock-flesh trembling slightly from her exertions as she took her sister's whole sexual orifice in her mouth and worried it. Ethel's face slowly turned crimson as she stared up at the ceiling and her sister's soft mouth nibbled at Ethel's moist pussy-lips. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Ethel sighed deeply.
"Don't forget her clit, Penny," Mark advised.
Penny immediately worked her way up her sister's sex-groove, forcing the lips apart with her tongue, until she could attack the little pink bud. "Ooooooh!" Ethel exclaimed at once as her legs jerked involuntarily, almost dislodging Penny from her face-down position. The younger girl pressed her face more tightly to her sister's crotch and tongued the target fiercely.
Ethel sighed and moaned and wriggled as her clitoris was stimulated by Penny's hot young mouth. When Mark saw that the younger sister wasn't expert enough to bring Ethel to an orgasm, he reached over and slightly slapped a sleekly upraised globe of Penny's. "That's enough for now," Mark decreed.
The sisters separated, Ethel with a highly stimulated glow upon her features, and Mark waited for her to recover some semblance of composure before addressing her. "Ethel? What do you want to see or do?"
The older sister spoke so quickly it was obvious she had been thinking about it. "I want to see Neal fuck mother with mother on top," she answered, and smiled maliciously at her mother.
Valerie turned scarlet. Neal was looking at her with an eagerness that in any other circumstances she would have found heartwarming. "Val?" Mark prompted her. His expression was bland, as though the request was the most natural thing in the world.
For a count of ten Valerie sat motionless. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, but one predominated. Her sexual happiness with Mark-could she jeopardize it by refusing to participate? She knew it was a selfish point of view, but after her years of deprivation it was so terribly important to her.
She was never aware of making a conscious decision. She found herself on her feet removing her robe, and her nightgown quickly followed it. She went to Neal and took him by the hand, and the boy's eyes glistened with excitement as he rose to his feet and shed robe and pajamas. He took Valerie by the arm and led her to the bed.
"Tickle her up a bit to get her wet, Neal," Mark instructed his son.
Neal had already been stroking his stepmother's soft amplitudes; he dipped a hand between her thighs and began fingering her tumid, swollen sex. Valerie's large but shapely thighs parted to admit the hand, and Neal reveled in stroking and fingering her well-seated cunt. The boy was half out of his mind with pleasurable sensation.
Valerie could feel herself getting moist, and Neal could feel it, too. He slid onto the bed on his back with his hard young prick stiffly erect and beckoned to Valerie. Again she allowed herself no time to think. She straddled the lean young body and lowered herself carefully upon the stiff-standing white cock. It bumped her buttocks and then her legs before she reached under herself to grasp and steer it.
Neal gasped as she deftly aimed his ruby-red prickhead up into her slot and eased herself down upon it. She joggled her hips to settle herself firmly, and when she felt her pubic hairs entwining with her stepson's, she leaned forward gradually along the length of his young belly and began to glide up and down slowly on his rigid pole.
Neal wrapped his arms tightly around Valerie's smooth back and buried his face in the arm juncture between her neck and shoulder. Occasionally one hand would creep downward and play with a handsome bare buttock as Valerie's large bottom agitated itself in a delicious slow-fucking mazurka as Neal's cock filled and refilled her sex-bower.
The boy's excitement gradually inflamed Valerie. Ethel, Penny, and Mark watched with varying degrees of excitement of their own as Neal's sturdy penis appeared and disappeared as Valerie raised herself high enough to lose all but the head and then plunged downward to engulf its entirety in her moist-walled sanctuary. She was almost lost to everything except a haze of sexual pleasure from the young prick piercing the depths of her cloister.
"I don't need to wait for this to finish to know what I want to see or do," Mark said to the girls. "I can do it right now, and I will."
He went to Valerie's boudoir and picked up a jar of cold cream. He unscrewed the top and set it aside before returning to the bed where he took a gob on his fingers and applied it liberally between Valerie's nude hind cheeks which were still rising and falling in carnal gratification. Valerie flinched at the cold impact upon her bare flesh, but refused to allow herself to be distracted from her enormous enjoyment.
Mark worked the cold cream into his wife's buttock-crevice and especially into her anus. Valerie writhed languidly at the additional stimulation provided by the husbandly finger inserted insider her bottomhole to complement the hard rod probing its neighboring entrance. She was close to an orgasm and trying to fight it off in order to prolong the deliriously cosy luxurious contentment in which she was wallowing.
Mark winked at the staring Penny and Ethel. "All aboard what's goin' aboard," he said lightly, and knelt on the bed beside Neal and Valerie. He paused to cold cream the length of his own massive erection, then glanced at his son and his wife. "Hold her, Neal," he said, and moved in behind Valerie's distended, plumped-out bottom-cheeks.
Valerie raised her head as Mark's cold-creamed big prick probed between her roomy, wide-spanned ivory globes. Her eyes which had been half-closed in blissfully lovely self-indulgence flew wide open as her husband's prick-head jabbed at her tight-puckered anus. "Mark?" she said questioningly. "What are you-ohhhh!"
Mark had seized her by the hips and applied the tip of his cock squarely to his wife's rectum-entrance, then pushed. "Mark!" Valerie wailed as she felt herself painfully impaled, but her husband shoved harder.
Valerie struggled desperately to remove her helpless asshole from its tormenting penetrator, but Neal's cock in her cunt and arms around her shoulders prevented meaningful movement. "Owwwww!" Valerie cried out as Mark's purplish-red blunt head disappeared within her buttocks, pulled apart by Mark's hard hands. Fiery pain lanced her anus-aperture as Mark forced more and more of his long cock inside. Tears stung Valerie's eyelids and rolled down her pale cheeks. "No, Mark, p-please!" she begged hoarsely. "Ohh, God, you're s-splitting meee! Mark! Owwww! Ooooooh! Mark! Ohhhhh-h-h!"
Her palms flailed the bed frantically on either side of Neal's head as she felt her rectum agonizingly violated by the hot poker inserted into it. Her ragged breathing rasped in her throat and she gasped with relief when Mark stopped grinding his prick inside her tiny buttonhole and rested on her back.
Dimly she heard Mark's voice. "How's that for a fore-and-aft job?" he was saying to the girls. "Quite a sandwich, hmm?"
Neal stirred beneath Valerie, and she felt a quickened renewal of sensation in her prick-filled cunt. The sharp pain in her rear subsided to a hot glow, and tingling, titillating ripples of sensation fanned outward from her doubly pierced orifices. Neal jogged his gristle upward into Valerie's slippery sheath, and her breath whistled sharply.
She tensed when Mark began to move on her again, but she found at once it didn't hurt as it had before. It took her a second to realize that Mark was fucking her asshole in time to Neal's fucking of her pussy from beneath her. The double sensation, the one wholly pleasurable and the other half-painful, spread and permeated every ounce of flesh in her lissome body.
"Ohhhhh!" Valerie murmured as the double-fucking continued. She could feel the two pricks almost rubbing together inside her, separated by but a thin strip of her own flesh. Her voice rose. "Ohhh, Mark! Neal! Ohhhh, it's-oooooh, it's lovely! It's-lovely!" Her own movements became uninhibited as the previous pain disappeared in a wave of prolonged delightfully sweet easement. A prick was shooting hot sperm into her, and she couldn't even tell which one. Her own climax was building apace. "I feel-like I was-standing tiptoe-on the head-of a pin!" she got out breathlessly. "Oooooooh, there-it is! I'm-" Her breath husked in her throat, "commmmmming!"
Belly, buttock, and cunt muscles expanded and contracted rapidly in a fluttering symphony, and Valerie sprawled limply between the two male bodies, drained of all emotion except a restful well-being. She was hardly aware that Mark was pulling his prick out of her until she heard the loud popping noise as her rear entrance snapped to behind the departed prick. She felt a renewed glow in her asshole at the abrupt dislocation, but not nearly enough to disturb her grateful happiness.
Mark's cock trickled driblets of jism over Valerie's bare behind, and she became aware that Neal's youthful penis still reposed, rampant as ever, in her pussy. She raised herself on her elbows and placed both palms on either side of the boy's face. "Would you like me to turn over so you can finish off?" she whispered.
He nodded eagerly, and Valerie raised herself gingerly from the stiff young prick, stretched muscles in her rear pulling at her. She rolled onto her back, wincing at the body-weight placed on her tender anus, but immediately raising her legs to furnish a solid platform for young Neal as the boy shuffled forward on his knees and applied his oily-looking reddened blunt rubbery head to Valerie's swimming cunt-hole.
Valerie relaxed in refreshed felicitous ease with her hands patting Neal's hard shoulders as the boy's hips pistoned her channel furiously. Neal plainly was half-delirious with delight as he fucked the big, womanly body which accommodated him so affectionately. Valerie stroked his back gently as the boy worked himself up to a pitch and fired load after load of jetting spend into her already juicy crypt.
"That was beautiful, Neal," Valerie heard herself saying without having any intention of saying it as the boy rolled away from her with a depleted but satisfied sigh. Valerie lowered her legs and half sat up, wincing against as her shifting body-weight again reminded her of her newly pierced rectal orifice.
Ethel was on her knees between Mark's parted legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, busily tonguing and sucking his drooping, reddened cock back to life. Not to be outdone, Penny approached Neal and tugged his legs over the side of the bed, then knelt in front of him and took into her mouth the limp prick so recently immersed in her mother's curly blond-tufted lair. There was silence in the bedroom for a moment except for the soft slurping sounds furnished by the girls' hardworking mouths.
Ethel leaned back from Mark's half-restored erection and looked up at him. "It tastes different this time," she told him.
"It should," he grinned at her. "That's your mother's shit you're getting." Ethel started to back away, but Mark gripped her head and pulled her back onto his prick. "Go on, get with it. It's good fertilizer. It'll make you grow." Ethel's tongue reluctantly resumed its cleansing of the big cock.
Penny's eyes were half-closed in sumptuous satisfaction as she zestfully sucked her stepbrother's greasy penis, which under her devoted ministrations was rapidly nearing refulfillment as it crowded her mouth. The girl's sweetly chubby nude hind cheeks swayed gracefully beneath the slender stalk of her waist as she labored.
"We've forgotten our manners," Mark said suddenly.
Penny and Ethel stopped cocksucking to look at him inquiringly as Neal did likewise.
"We didn't ask Valerie what she wanted to see or do," Mark continued.
All eyes turned to Valerie on the bed. Penny glanced at the others to be sure they weren't paying attention to her, then looked at her mother and first tapped herself on the chest, then pointed to Neal.-The girl's expression was illuminated by a smile that was so mischievous-looking that in younger days Valerie had always referred to it as Penny's I'11-take-a-chance-on-a-spanking smile.
Valerie hesitated under the combined gaze of the others. She sensed that everything else had been prelude, that if she spoke now in the same vein as the previous activities indicated, she was past the point of no return and irrevocably committed to a course of permissiveness that still seemed incredible to her.
Penny impatiently tapped herself on the chest again with a pleading look on her eager young face. Valerie took a deep breath and turned her back on years of instilled rigid morality. "I want to see Neal fuck Penny," she said steadily.
Penny squealed with delight, bounced up from her knees in front of Neal, and plunged at the bed, rolling over on her back in complete puppylike abandon. "Give me a good one, Neal," she admonished him seriously.
Neal joined her at once, nothing loath, as Penny made room for him between her chubby thighs, widened to disclose her pink young cunt in its silky-mossed nest of black hair. The young bodies blended together as Neal's long tool slipped between Penny's pussy-lips and moved slowly upward into her sex-aerie. Penny sighed luxuriantly as she felt the penetration. "Mmmm, that's good!" she murmured as her small hand reached out and sought her mother's, on the bed nearby.
"You do me now," Ethel said imperiously to Mark.
"I'll get around to you later, puss," Mark told her.
He swiveled himself back into the center of the bed and knelt beside Valerie. "How about a fuck, old lady?" he said to her with that mixture of bravura and virility which always turned Valerie's bones to water.
"I don't mind if I do," Valerie answered with attempted lightness, but she reached for Mark's hand with her free one-the other was still tightly gripped by Penny-and squeezed it fiercely. This is what it's all about, she told herself quietly. Mark and me, together; in bed, if possible, but together.
He put her on her back as gently as if she were something truly fragile, as though he wasn't the same man who had brutally ravaged her asshole. That was the wonder of the man, Valerie marveled; his mercurial temperament made him a hundred men in one, and all-well, almost all-her particular delight.
Mark moved the hard-fucking Neal and the hard-sighing Penny slightly to one side to make room for Valerie and himself on the bed. Neither of the youngsters noticed the dislocation. Then Mark introduced the head of his big prick to Valerie's fully displayed cunt-hole as she awaited the familiarly passionate provocative distention. "You've got a wet deck tonight, old lady," he said jocularly just before he leaned down into her.
Mark fell silent then. Valerie dreamily twined her fingers in his hair as the wide-stemmed long cock pressured her inner flesh into parting acceptance. He began to ride her slowly, power-diving into her depths which seemed nigh to overflowing with lovely cock, and Valerie's breathing quickened.
Beside them on the bed there was a quick flurry as Neal's hip-plunging orgasm triggered Penny's risibility and the girl's legs climbed as her contracting cunt-sheath bedewed liberally Neal's shaft. Boy and girl lay in each other's arms, panting, reveling in the feel of each other's flesh.
Mark never even turned his head. He savored mightily the glove-tight feeling of his wife's clasping cunt around his prick, and he deliberately held himself down to a moderate pace as he stuffed and re-stuffed every nook and cranny of her prick-hermitage with his fully aroused instrument.
Valerie basked in the deliciously sensual hedonistic abandon with which she accepted the fucking. Nothing else in the world mattered except the wonderfully agreeable, snugly luxurious sensation of Mark's hefty penis in her squirming, palpitating vault. Her besieged flesh felt ablaze from rapturous vibration.
From a corner of her eye she saw Neal and Penny separate, the girl with a pleasantly bemused expression on her face. Ethel at once moved in officiously beside Neal in her usual take-charge manner. She leaned down from a kneeling position to lick at his dwindled penis, and Neal reached up between her thrust-back hind cheeks to insert a finger between them and play with the girl's pussy.
Ethel looked back in surprise at the unexpected fingering, but quickly took advantage of it. She lifted one leg across Neal's body and backed up until her bronze-haired, pink-lipped twat was just above the boy's face. Ethel then simultaneously lowered her cunt upon Neal's mouth and her own lips upon his softened cock, and both began to employ their tongues in vigorous harmony.
Mark fucked his wife with slow, sure strokes that seemed to the panting Valerie to penetrate her more deeply than ever before. At each descent of the pouncing big prick into her sanctum santorum, Valerie thrust upward with all her strength until the velvety surfaces of her rotund naked buttocks swung clear of the bed momentarily before being forced down again in the most delightful manner by the fleshy linchpin connecting husband and wife.
A tremor rippled Valerie's nude body, and was immediately followed by another. "Oh, Mark!" she gasped, squeezing his lean middle between her thighs. "Mark! Oooooh, I'm boiling-over! Ohhhh-h, what f-feeling!" She was silent momentarily as she tried desperately to position herself in a way that would permit her to take into her feverishly throbbing cunt even more of the wonderful monster dilating her inflamed sex-fissure. "Oooooooooh!" she moaned in sensuous delight, all demurely ladylike coyness and docile self-controlled femininity vanished in the depths of her passion. "Fuck me, Mark! F-fuck me! Ohhhh, lovely, lovely, lovely!" Her hips flurried madly as her orgasm overtook her, and she sank backward, nearly undone from the excess of her emotion, her arms still clasping Mark tightly as he continued to plow her garden relentlessly.
Beside them Ethel and Neal had swapped positions. Ethel was underneath and Neal on top with his Ethel-aroused penis buried in the girl's sex-trench which quiveringly received each ardent submersion of the boy's fleshy pole. Ethel's long legs were locked over Neal's back as she murmured faint-sounding, almost inaudible endearments to the prick provoking her extremely pyrotechnic pleasure.
Mark's leisurely pace in fucking Valerie accelerated suddenly. She recognized the signs, and wasn't surprised at all to feel his big hands slipping beneath her springy bare behind to grip each cheek tightly as he drew her closer to him while the jackhammer pounding her willing cunt went out of control. "Aaagggrrrhhhhh!" Mark bellowed in her ear as he deluged her interior with his thick cream. Valerie lay back contentedly as the final prick-throbs died out in her overflowing cunt.
A rasping sound from Neal's straining throat signaled his climax as Ethel's straining slender legs climbed ceilingward. The boy's shuddering-ly expelled quick bursts of sperm mingled in the girl's molten quiff with her downpouring of love-juice triggered by her fleshy visitor.
Ethel's legs lowered and splayed widely as Mark raised himself from Valerie's plump, perspiration-filmed, smooth belly. There was silence in the bedroom as Mark swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Neal rose from Ethel, and he and Mark looked at the flushed, rosy-lipped, slack-looking cunts of mother and daughter.
Penny was standing beside the bed, also watching. Still wearing only her pajama top, she went to Mark and bent down and kissed his cheek. "What are we going to do next?" she asked so wistfully that Mark laughed.
He turned the girl around, picked her up by the waist and lifted her so that her chubby bare seat was at eye level, then leaned forward to kiss each silky bell-shaped hind cheek lingeringly. "I don't know what we're going to do, kitten, but we'll think of something," he assured her, slapping her bottom as he released her. "Now give your mother a kiss."
Valerie opened her arms as her younger daughter flung herself upon the bed and pressed warm kisses upon her lips, the soft young body blending with Valerie's.
She, too, didn't know what was coming next, but she was prepared now to block out thoughts of the future in favor of sensations of the present.
NINETY DAYS LATER
Valerie Walker bid four hearts and listened for her partner's response after the intervening pass. She was at her regular mid-week afternoon ladies' bridge session, and at the four tables around hers the quietly spoken bids or the quick slap of cards on the tabletop blended into the overall background sounds to which she had one ear attuned. She had hired a maid to come in and serve dessert and coffee, since it was her turn to entertain the group, and from the kitchen noises everything was on schedule.
Valerie played the hand at four hearts, found she had misjudged the placement of a king, but finessed her way to the contract. She was accepting her partner's congratulations and picking up her next hand when she felt a touch upon her shoulder. She turned to see Grace Bixby's smiling face. Grace was one of Valerie's oldest friends, but had been away on a three-week trip with her husband recently. "You look wonderful dear," Grace murmured in Valerie's ear as she sorted her cards. "Married life must really be agreeing with you."
Valerie flashed her a quick smile but said nothing.
Grace remained in her half-crouching position with her lips against Valerie's ear. "Do you see the brunette at table four? Facing us, with the long earrings? She's substituting, but she's been asking about you. Do you know her?"
Valerie looked at the smartly dressed woman whose features were strikingly handsome, then shook her head. "Should I?" she asked.
Grace shrugged as she straightened up. "Not as far as I know," she said, and returned to her table.
Two hands later Valerie found herself playing dummy, and left her table to check on things in the kitchen. Returning, she stopped and drew herself a half cup of coffee from the tall silver urn set up in the corner of the large room. She was joined almost at once by the striking-looking brunette from table four. "You don't know me, Mrs. Walker," the latter began, "but I couldn't refrain from having a word with you."
"Yes?" Valerie said cautiously.
"When I was asked to substitute today, I was about to refuse until I learned the address. Then my curiosity wouldn't permit me to stay away." Valerie remained silent, and the brunette glanced around the attractive room. "The house is still lovely."
"Still?" Valerie said before she thought.
The brunette smiled. "It probably wasn't protocol for me to come here today, Mrs. Walker, but I've already mentioned feminine curiosity. You see, I was your predecessor here. I was Mrs. Mark Walker, also. The second Mrs. Mark Walker, I might add."
Valerie felt a sense of shock. She tried to match herself to the calm of this woman who seemed very much in control of herself and the situation.
"How is Mark?" the brunette asked directly. They were standing far enough away from the bridge tables that their conversation could go unheard.
"Fine," Valerie said. "He's-fine."
The brunette shook her head. "A remarkable man. Remarkable." She smiled briefly with a flash of white teeth. "And the best I ever had in bed. But perhaps you've discovered that?" Valerie nodded numbly, then was furious at herself. Why should she respond at all to this probing?
The brunette was regarding her curiously. "Possibly you've found a way to hold him in check? You don't look the type for his usual accommodations. But then who should know better than I how clever he is at getting his own way?" She sighed and nodded at the chaise longue in front of the fireplace. "Would you believe that six months after I married Mark I held my younger sister down on that chaise while Mark raped her?"
A chill enveloped Valerie. Her throat felt dry, and she had difficulty in swallowing. Her companion seemed to expect no reply, however.
"It was when he began bringing girls in from the street that I walked out," the brunette continued. "After I could no longer supply him with accommodating girl friends any more. But if I know Mark, none of this is a surprise to you." She waited, but Valerie remained silent. The brunette gave a little laugh. "I'm a bitch, I know. Well, if it's any satisfaction to you-or to Mark either, for that matter-if I had it do over again I wouldn't walk out. I've missed too many good bedtimes in consequence. Good luck, Mrs. Walker."
The brunette returned to table number four, and Valerie walked to her own table. The import of what she had heard kept drumming at her consciousness. Nothing had changed; nothing would change. Except the natural events changed by time.
Valerie picked up her new hand and sorted cards blindly. She had already sat in her boudoir actually counting the days on her calendar until Neal and Ethel would be going away to college. They would be removed from Mark's influence, but Penny would still remain at home. And with the loss of stimulation caused by Neal's and Ethel's absence, would Mark become restless? Begin to look outside his home for stimulation? Valerie tried to hold down a rising tide of panic. Ethel and Neal would be home often on vacations, she consoled herself.
"Your bid, Val," her partner said impatiently.
"Uh-two diamonds," she responded.
She was forced to watch her partner play the hand at five clubs and go down three as a consequence of Valerie's unmotivated opening bid. The partner regarded her sourly.
But the hiatus gave Valerie time to think.
She looked across the room speculatively to Grace Bixby's table. Grace was blind as a bat without her glasses, and her nose was a bit too prominent, but she had a bright smile, a tall, full-bodied figure featuring a truly spectacular bosom, and good legs.
And she was Valerie's best friend.
Valerie glanced at the chaise longue in front of the fireplace. Could she, Valerie Walker, hold her best friend Grace Bixby's shoulders down on the chaise while Mark fucked her?
Of course it would never come to that.
So it couldn't hurt to invite Grace over some evening, without her husband Ed, when the children were out of the house and there would just be Grace, Mark, and Valerie.
Valerie had learned that Mark tended to become especially active in bed with her when his imagination had something to feed upon.
And she knew what she had with Mark Walker, she appreciated it, and she wasn't about to lose it.
That was really the only thing that mattered.