Chapter 11
Riding home in Jerry's rented car, Barbara said, "You didn't have to beat him up so badly. He's just a hard-up old man!"
"And you're just a hard-up young cunt!" Jerry said. "I found that out, just following you around town the last few days since I got back."
"You wasn't supposed to be back until next week. And besides, what right have you to sneak into town and snoop on me? You're no angel yourself! And don't think I don't know it!"
"Right you are-no angel, better believe it! But at least in the last year I've learned exactly what I am, and I've also learned to live with it-happily, I might add. That's more than I can say for you or the rest of your sick family."
"What the hell do you mean? My family has been very kind to you."
Jerry grinned. "I said sick and I meant sick. You're not the only one I been following around town since I got back. Your goody-goody boyfriend is fucking your mother in dumpy motels, and your father is going around trying to get up enough nerve to fuck you! And all the while you're fucking everybody! The only trouble is, none of you will admit to yourself what you really are. If you all did, it wouldn't be all that bad. Well, I plan to set you all straight tonight."
"Oh," Barbara said, "now you feel competent enough to liberate us all, eh? Whatever happened to poor shy Jer?"
"Shy Jer never existed. You just thought he did. So did I. No more."
Barbara lit a cigarette. "And just how do you plan this great liberation of the Bennett family? By telling everyone how awful the others are?"
"No, Barbara, honey. With your little capsules, that's how."
"What? You wouldn't!"
"Well, I made the necessary phone calls to make sure they're all there when we get there. The capsules in the drink they toast to my return to San Francisco will do the job, I won't have to say a word. I even invited your stupid Grant; wouldn't want him to miss the show."
Barbara sat back in her seat and thought.
Grant screwing mother? She couldn't picture it. And all the while poor Daddy wanting her just as much as she always wanted him. Now that she thought of it, with the effect of the capsule not yet worn off, isn't this the way she had always wanted it too? She puffed again on her cigarette. Maybe she'd just let Jerry try his "liberation" party. Maybe it would all work out for the best.
She reached in her purse, intending to pop another capsule in her mouth, not giving a damn about anything anymore. But the bottle wasn't there! She looked at Jerry. He was grinning from ear to ear. He managed the steering wheel with one hand and with the other held up the half-full bottle of capsules.
Everyone shook Jerry's hand when he and Barbara walked in the front door. "Good to see you back!" Neil said.
"You look well," Harriette half smiled.
Even Grant stood up and politely offered his hand.
"If you'll let me have that secret key of yours, Neil, I'll mix us all a drink. To celebrate my homecoming, you might say. I always felt very at home here," Jerry smiled.
"The key and the house are yours, Jerry," Neil said, handing the key over.
Barbara just watched as Jerry poured the drinks, his back to the group, feeling an extra little thrill that only she knew what he was doing.
"To the liberation of the soul!" Jerry toasted, raising his own drink high into the air. And then he watched them all drink thirstily. Except Barbara, who chose to only sip her drink. And then both she and Jerry sat down and waited... and watched. As for Barbara herself, she almost felt like thanking Jerry.
Dinner was cooked and ready, but it was never eaten. Barbara watched everyone's face, convinced now that everything that had happened to her had been fun, because it taught her that there wasn't anything evil about sex, and that one should simply face the facts. And the main fact was that sex, in all its various forms, was pleasure-giving. All this she was suddenly aware of, as she sat and waited for things to start happening. They soon did.
Barbara got up and walked to another chair, sat down and crossed her legs. Her moderately short skirt slid partway up her bare, creamy thighs. In spite of himself, Jerry couldn't resist looking. God, she's a beautiful girl! He thought.
"You're really disgusted with me, aren't you, Jer?" she asked, as he stood in front of her, his eyes troubled.
"I doubt that I have a right to be," he said. "You're entitled to live your life any way you want. I'll leave tomorrow, and at the same time leave you all to your separate destinies."
"But you hate me now, don't you?"
"Oh, hell, Barbara!" he said, and turned away. "What difference does it make if I hate you... or love you... or just plain want you."
"It makes a difference to me," she said, standing up and moving up behind him.
He turned slowly and looked down into her clear, bright eyes. "Sex isn't a monster. It's a friend. I just wanted you to learn that before I left."
She snuggled up against him. She stretched and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Her firm breasts pressing against him, her soft lips on his -rekindled the fire of lust he had known a year before. Only now it was a bit different. He understood it. His penis immediately stiffened, rising against the inside of his pants.
Barbara's eyes widened when she felt it press against her belly. Now, feeling Jerry this way, responding to the pressure of her body and to her kiss by gaining a wonderful erection-gave her such a rush of happiness that she suddenly realized that what she was feeling against her belly was the only prick that had ever been in her-a part of her. She terminated the kiss and, gasping with excitement, she backed up quickly. Jerry's cock flipped suddenly upright, quivering with lust.
Barbara gazed at the others in the room and gasped again. "I-I'm sorry," she said in confusion, and tried not to look down at the magnificent erection. But none of the others were even looking at her. Her father got up hurriedly and left the room, climbing the stairs two at a time. Then something made Barbara say directly to her mother and Grant, who were side by side on the couch, gazing lovingly at each other, "No! No, oh, no-I want it! I want Jerry's beautiful cock!" But Grant and Harriette were already too far out to even hear Barbara's words.
Barbara dropped to her knees in front of Jerry and fumbled the cock out of his pants. Greedily, she took the cockhead into her warm, loving mouth-sucking on it, licking it, and clamping between her jaws-and at the same time caressing his super-stiff shaft up and down, up and down, her encircling hand gliding from his nuts to her own working mouth and back again, over and over.
Jerry writhed on the balls of his feet and couldn't keep from fucking his hot prick in and out of her encompassing mouth gently, as the most delicious sensations he had ever known rocked him in wave after wave after wave.
Neil came out of the upstairs bathroom, thinking his quick masturbation had cured the strange lusty drive that had suddenly taken hold of his body. He looked over the railing. Downstairs, his daughter was kissing Jerry's prick passionately. On the couch, Grant's hand went groping up between Harriette's sleekly stockinged legs while her tongue leaped like a flame between his lips and her hand hotly caressed the hump that had risen at his crotch.
Neil watched, wide-eyed, as Grant's hand stroked higher-off her stockings and onto the warm, soft, smooth skin of Harriette's inner thighs. The look on Harriette's face told Neil that the boy's touch was tremendously exciting to her-and in the mad-watching moment, Neil asked himself why. Because Grant was so young and extra-virile? Something went click-click inside Neil's head and as he came down the stairs, still gaping, Harriette's thighs inched wider apart, giving Grant more freedom of access, and she thrilled wildly as his hand pressed against the narrow crotch of her flimsy silk panties. His fingertips traced the flesh fissure on the other side of the clinging silk and stroked through the dozens of soft curling hairs.
"Jesus Christ!" Neil heard Jerry cry, from the far end of the room. "I've got to fuck you, Barbara!"
Neil moved his gaze back to the couch where Harriette was tickling Grant's prick. "Oh, screw me, baby, screw me!" she panted, tearing her lips from his. Her voice had become suddenly passion-roughened and she grasped his stiff cock and gave it an especially vigorous stroking.
Click-click again in Neil's head. And then a selfish thought, one he would never be able to explain. It occurred to him suddenly that this was highly unfair. Why was he being left out of all this? Why wasn't Barbara sucking his prick, just as he had subconsciously yearned for her to do for so long?
Whining ecstatically, Harriette flopped onto her stomach over an arm of the couch. Her head hung down to the floor, her hair fanning out across the carpet. Her white ass was in the air. Grant had pulled up her dress and slip and these garments were bunched at the small of her back, and at the moment he was admiring with wild eyes her rounded buttocks which gyrating slowly in front of his face. Neil, at the foot of the stairs now, was treated to teasing glimpses of his wife's asshole and the interior of her pearl-wet cunt.
Grant climbed up on the couch behind her, his cock tingling straight out in anticipation. He drew a bead on Harriette's bare white ass, which was framed beautifully by her garter belt and stocking tops, and he gripped his rock-hard member in his fist. With a savage growl, Grant worked his blunt-headed probe into the wiggly warm folds of her vulva, found the snapping little mouth of her vagina and drove straight and hard all the way into Harriette's belly. He began to stroke his long, stiff prick in and out of her, slapping his belly against her ass, jarring every rigid bone in her body.
"Daddy!" Barbara gulped, rocking back on her knees. "Oh Daddy, help me!" Her mouth had let go of Jerry's cock, but his eyes were still clamped shut in ecstasy.
"Barbara, honey," Neil said. "Please don't ever call me Daddy again. From now on let's just make it Neil, shall we? And now I would suggest that we all go upstairs and get into bed together before we all go out of our minds completely."
The word honey sent Barbara's mind reeling back over the years. Poor Grant would have rebelled against this new twist in the strangely interlocked relationships if it weren't for the fact that Barbara's face lit up with a bright smile, and she hurried up the stairs toward a bed-any bed, eagerly accepting her father's amazing proposal. Only steps behind her, they all followed. Grant was last, taking a moment to note that old man Neil Bennett wasn't so old after all, judging from that young stallionlike hard-on that he was gripping in his fist.
Barbara tumbled onto her back on the bed in such a way that her skirt whipped up to her waist, exposing her luscious bare thighs and white-globed ass. They all threw off their clothing, intermingling it in an unorganized pile at the door to the bedroom. Jerry approached one side of the bed and Neil approached Barbara from the opposite direction. They knelt beside her, and she gripped both their huge, throbbing erections as they worked together to take off her clothes.
The blouse went, the beautiful bare tits bobbing out, their stiff nipples sticking rigidly upward. They used all four hands to pull down her skirt. Barbara writhed between them, causing her taut breasts to vibrate. Her thighs swayed open and closed, revealing, then concealing the narrow crotch and the moist softness of her delightful young cunt. Her moisture seeped along her inner thighs, and Neil gazed at it while Jerry just smiled knowingly. She pulled on their pricks and moaned wantonly, "Ohhh, suck me, eat me, fuck me-e-e-e!"
Her legs flew apart. Both men gazed at her luscious pink pussy with the curling hairs at both sides of it and above it. The two men looked at each other, both wanting her at the same time. Barbara solved that. She pulled at Jerry's prick until it was up to her mouth again, while her other palm moved her father's head down between her open legs.
Barbara felt her father dive headlong into the sweet valley between her thighs. His tongue toyed with the very firm, protruding clit, bathing it in saliva, then he concentrated on sucking it and finally chewing it between his teeth, with little, urgent nibbles. He opened her fresh, delightful pussy with his thumbs and gazed at the moist pink flesh, his hungry eyes running over the smooth, glazed clitoris. He put his mouth to it again, answering the begging of her open-mouthed vagina that solicited his tongue-thrust. Neil laid his tongue lengthwise in her slit and swabbed it up and down, up and down.
"Ohhh-ohhh-oooh!" Barbara panted, her lifetime dream finally coming true. Her father tongue-twirled her trembling stiff clit, then drove deep into the trough of her pussy, bathing in the hot clasping hole. All the while her mouth was stuffed with Jerry's prick, and her-own tongue swirled around it. Neil could wait no longer. He rolled her over on top of him and glided up into her moist, clasping warmth, and she began to fuck down on him immediately, turning her head to one side to recapture Jerry's stymied prick.
All the while Grant and Harriette had been standing at the foot of the bed helplessly. Now Grant grabbed a jar of cold cream from the dressing table, smoothed it over his prick and climbed aboard Barbara from the rear. Well lubricated by the cream and his own viscous juices, he worked the wet, rubbery pecker in between Barbara's wiggly-soft ass cheeks. He centered his cock on her hot little dimple, then twisted and pushed.
"Ahhhh!" Barbara screamed,- but soon she rose to the glorious sense of fullness as the two men plunged and rotated inside her at the same time, rubbing one another through the thin membranes which separated the two chambers. At last in her life she was full of cock! Her mouth, her rectum, her pussy!
The main thrill came from lying between the two men, being penetrated and possessed by both of them at the same time, feeling her body being buffeted forward and back as both of them fucked her. She was climaxing convulsively, sobbing and sucking at Jerry's prick as she did.
Harriette kneed her way forward on the overloaded bed and mashed her face between Jerry's ass, lapping her own tongue from behind, sometimes touching the gulping tongue of her daughter.
A dynamo spun in Neil's mind. A silent cry reverberated in Harriette's vagina. Smothered passion escaped from Grant's panting lips, hot breathing at the back of Barbara's neck. Vast globs of semen spurted from three cocks, and the bedroom-the house-the world spun through a chorus of five voices in "Ahhhhhs" and "Ooohhhhs!" and "Mmmmmmmmms."
And then the room was frighteningly silent.