Chapter 3
Mortimore McDonald drove his Cadillac through Mariposa, pausing to consider stopping for dinner at Luigi's, and then decided not to. He'd be home soon, he figured, and could chew on some of the cold chicken Agnes had left in the refrigerator. Cold chicken-what an apt description for his wife, Mort thought with a smirk. Agnes had shriveled up into a puckered resemblance to a plucked chicken, her skin and temperament as crusty and brittle as the drumstick waiting for him a few miles away. But at least she could cook, he sighed, and she was a born housekeeper and society woman, which were assets he needed to get ahead in business, and he tolerated her also because of their son, Bert, and because he couldn't afford a breath of scandal, which a separation or divorce would bring.
Not that Agnes would ever divorce him, he groaned, stopping for a red light. No, the only way she would part from her secure little feathered nest would be if she caught him with another woman-which had been mighty close to happening a couple of times.
Mort McDonald was sharply dressed in the latest style, a natty robin's-egg blue suit with an Edwardian cut to it, and a darker blue shirt set off by a wide, gold-striped tie. He didn't look as if he'd spent the better part of the day and evening haggling with the other executives of Tempo Tooling and Die Company, trying to bend some of them around to his way of thinking. As Vice-President in Charge of Sales, he couldn't let the company manufacture the new gimmick that the developing group had dreamed up, seeing no market for a battery-run egg-beater. He'd fully expected to stay there all night, as the others had as well, but the squabble had been unexpectedly broken up by Throckington, the owner and president, who had tried the gadget and sliced his thumb. The project had been shelved immediately.
Mort McDonald was not one to let such a golden opportunity pass, not with his beady-eyed hawk of a wife always being suspicious as to where he was going and why. With time on his hands, he'd combed his salt-and-pepper hair, waxed his pencil thin moustache, and with the instincts of a predatory lion, gone on the prowl. But oddly, the women he'd been fucking in the past didn't interest him any more-the fun was in the chase, and he'd downed them so many times before that they'd become stale game-and his latest conquest, Dolores, couldn't see him because she was meeting some damned plane, which left McDonald no choice but to slum around a bit, and after buying too many drinks and listening to too many sad stories from bartenders about lousy business, he'd decided to go home and call his opportunity a bust.
That's the luck, he said to himself. When you're looking for it, none of it is ever around. At least; Agnes was at her sister's again-that:. sister who caught every disease known to mankind, every one of which was supposed to be her last one. He sighed, turning up his street, reliving his leisure hours spent in the pursuit of new flesh, new sensations, new adventures with women, and at that moment he'd taken on just about anything willing to take down her panties, so long as she hadn't taken them down for him before.
He was surprised to see his son Bert's car in the driveway, even more surprised to notice that while it was there, no lights were on in the house. He parked alongside the curb and got out, scratching his head in puzzlement. He knew that his son was a chip off the old block and that there was no telling what Bert might be up to-but no lights? He was about to unlock the front door and go in, when he reflected what he might be doing if he were a teenager again and his parents were away. A smile of amusement crossed his lips, a look of imperturbable amusement, much like a cat after having swallowed a canary caught with the feathers sticking out of its mouth.
McDonald walked around the side of the house to the garage entrance, unlocked it, and went in. It was pitch dark, but he knew his way around from past experience, and soon he was at the other side of the garage, the private door which was part closet, part entrance-way to the rumpus room. He glanced around after flipping the light on, saw the projector was not there, and then heard the whirring of its motor from the other side of the rumpus room door. He'd been right: his son was having at it with some local chick, probably fucking her toes off right at this moment.
McDonald crept to the door, listened intently for a moment more, and then slyly moved a piece of wood away from a special peephole he'd bored into the door, a large, almost face-sized hole which was covered on the other side by a mirror-a two-way glass mirror that had cost a small fortune but that had been well worth it. He could see in while nobody could see him, and he pressed his face to the glass eagerly, anticipating what he'd see...
Great Jesus! It was better than he'd hoped! He couldn't see the film, the door being on the same wall as the fireplace, but he already knew about the woman in it and wasn't interested in viewing her again. The light from the projector glowed around the four young kids on the two couches, and McDonald's eyes bulged at the lewd and perverted scene before him. Jesus, there was Bert, grabbing handfuls of tit and cunt from a lovely young teenaged girl squirming hotly in his clutches ... and there, on the other couch, it looked like Bert's friend Jason ... yes, it was, Jason sucking that other girl's cunt like it was food for a hungry baby! McDonald felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he watched their passion-wrecked bodies, and groaned with desire to be there with them himself. His own cock burgeoned into hardness with lust as the four kids struggled, and beads of sweat broke out on the father's face as he watched his son and the others being driven mad by their desires.
He had to do something, or he'd cream in his pants right then and there. Quickly, he dashed back into his study, opened a cup-board door and took out an expensive German camera. This he loaded with special fast-action night film that he'd used in the past for shots when the light was bad. He put on a zoom lens so that he could catch all the action and ran back to the two-way mirror. He held the camera up, sighting through the viewfinder.
"Yes," he said to himself. "That's a good picture." SNAP went the shutter. "Now, come on, son. Start fucking the crap out of her. All of you start flicking. Hot damn! To be taking photographs of four young high school kids fucking while they watch a fuck movie! Doesn't that take the cake!" And then he laughed, but not loudly or harshly, for he wanted nothing to spoil the picture he was getting ... getting...
Susan felt as if she weren't real. She wasn't certain any longer if the two writhing bodies on the other couch, the body on the screen, and Bert's body were figments of her imagination or not, for they seemed to swim so hazily around in her brain. Time and distance lost their reality, and her own flesh swayed in tune with the soft, pulsating squeezing of Bert's hands. "No ... no..." she murmured incoherently. "I ... want to go home, Bert. Please, I've had enough now."
But Bert continued to stroke and caress her breasts and thighs, teeth bared over straining lips in lewd mockery of her in-creasing helplessness. Susan spasmed, gurgling deep in her throat as she felt him slowly rolling her panties down over the whiteness of her thighs, ever so slowly, inch by inch, and she moaned out her humiliation as they fell to her knees, down her legs ... and. finally off onto the floor. "This is it, baby," Bert whispered hotly into her ear. "This is what it's all about. Right here, the four of us, fucking side by side."
The lewd words strangely, and against her will, excited Susan. She groaned in drugged surrender as he moved his hands back to her softly pulsating cunt, spreading her unresisting young thighs open to his greedily working fingers. Her muscles felt like rubber and she almost tumbled over, but the boy held her in an imprisoning grip and caressed her desire-heated flesh and blood-swollen vagina, then parted her thin blond pubic hair to open her tender young cunt-lips further for his coming invasion. Her eyes couldn't leave the screen except to look briefly at-what Nancy and Jason were doing. Then she'd groan and look back at the screen, transfixed by the overt obscenities taking place in the film.
Susan's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her own little pussy grew maddeningly, becoming more intense with each movement she watched and with each fingering Bert ravished her with. Unconsciously, marijuana and alcohol having sapped what little sanity she had left, she spread her legs wider and leaned back on the couch so that Bert could have full access to her cunt. Bert was mesmerized by the breathtaking loveliness of her young, blond virginity so obscenely displayed, the sleek nubile body of golden curls and soft contours, the thin, pink slit running down from the whiteness of her belly to the full length of her crotch below. He'd fucked a lot of girls, but never anything so pure, so innocent, so proud. The helpless, uncontrollable mewlings escaping from those barely touched lips goaded his cock to rock hardness, and he could feel blood pounding in its shaft and tiny drop-lets of seminal fluid oozing from its sensitive head.
Susan, transfixed by the woman on the screen, heard a wild, wailing moan from beside her and glanced again toward Nancy and Jason. She gasped as she saw Nancy with her legs bent clear back to her breasts, her whole vaginal area open to the warm night air, its pubic hair and pink flesh wetly matted from Jason's tonguing, and at the way Nancy flung her arms out, pleading for more, more ... more. For the first time in her life Susan saw a male penis in full erection, live and throbbing with need only a few feet away from her. It stood out from Jason's curly pubic hair, and she shuddered as it paused momentarily above her girlfriend's widespread vagina. He leaned forward, balancing on his elbows, and Nancy reached between their naked bodies to guide his penis between her eagerly quivering thighs. As he slid it into her cunt, Nancy moaned just as the woman on the screen had. She locked her bare feet around his buttocks and the two of them started a slow, rhythmic rocking motion, his thick, lust-hardened shaft sliding out several inches and then thrusting forward again into Nancy's burning hole. Susan was spellbound by the lewd sight! This was her friend! She had known that Nancy wasn't a virgin-or at least had surmised it-but nothing like this open candidness had ever occurred to her. Wild-eyed, she watched the tempo build, and the picture of the locked bodies drumming the couch cushions caused her to groan and rock on her own buttocks, spreading them open to the ever-increasing demands of Bert's hands. Her cunt opened and closed tormentedly around his fingers as they sawed into her virgin pussy, the cords of her neck standing out as she pulled with all of her strength to somehow control the enveloping flames of lust.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh!" the wildly aroused teenager moaned, and she rolled against Bert, and he moved around, forcing her to sprawl like a helplessly gasping doe at bay on the leather cushions. She was unable to stop the crazed course of his attentions, not knowing what she should do or say, and not even knowing at this point if she wanted them stopped! She couldn't believe what was happening to her, what had broken through every one of the searing commandments her mother had engraved upon her mind! Who was she to have made those silly vows about chastity only hours previously, and then to be twisting and undulating her naked body like a little slut beneath a boy she hardly knew, almost begging him to fuck her. She had to get hold of herself. She had to-and then Bert unzipped his pants and let her anguished eyes see his virile young penis and the last remnants of Susan's promises shattered into tiny unrecognizable pieces.
It was all Bert could do to keep from shoving his desire-bloated cock into her right then, impaling her the way he might a more experienced girl like Nancy, but the desire to be able to fuck this sweet young innocent anytime he wanted in the future made him slow his teasing slightly, to work her into a state where she would always want cock, more cock, all the time. He rolled on top of her, his rigid penis brushing against the dampness of her pubic hair, and planting his hands on either side of her shoulders, he could look down between their bodies and see her upturned little cuntal split completely exposed to his throbbing shaft, its narrow, hair-fringed little mouth throbbing in lewd invitation. Her smooth inner thighs were held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing tightly outward against her helplessly splayed legs.
Susan could see the boy hovering over her through her passion and drug-filled eyes, and felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her excitedly quivering pussy lips. The jerking head of his pulsing cock was a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips up toward it automatically, her starving young pussy searching desperately for fulfillment.
Bert pushed forward...
"Oooooooh God." Susan groaned as the thin, blond hair-fringed furrow around her now hungrily throbbing vagina opened, and the elastic tightness of her hymen resisted. Bert flexed again, driving a little harder at the entrance to her virginity, and then gave a small surge, the cockhead buried in the clasping grip of her cunt acting like a battering ram against the thin, defensively resisting hymen. Suddenly, the flimsy membrane split, gave way before the cruel pressure, with a pain so harsh that Susan emitted a high-pitched scream; she felt the wound of her virginity gush blood. Bert liked that, liked the whole damned idea that he was fucking a cherry, and he shoved again, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way up into her until suddenly, with a low moaning grunt, he hit the tip of her vainly cringing cervix at the back of her vaginal tunnel.
The girl screwed her firm, rounded young buttocks down on the cushions in a futile attempt to escape the sudden impalement, her legs jerking wide, kicking hopelessly up in the air.
"Noooo! Eeeeeee! Berrrrrrtttttt! Oh, God, nooooo!" she whined, not caring who heard her so long as the pain which was burning deep up in her crowded entrails would stop, but Bert pinned her down with his body and arms, his hard young penis burrowing further and further up inside her belly with each additional fucking motion. Oh God, she thought hazily to herself, it was alive in her. The smooth rubbery tip pressed hotly against the thinly grasping folds Of her womb and was a part of her, and as her beautifully formed face contorted insanely with the agony of his tortuous stabbings and her tongue licked wildly at her slightly swollen lips, she defensively flexed her cuntal muscles to ease the cruelly searing pain. But her actions only incited the now triumphantly grinning boy more, and he rotated his penis eagerly around inside the vainly resisting passage while her cringing young pussy walls clasped it like a warm, butter-filled glove.
Then, magically, as he slowed his assault, and began a smooth, gentle flicking motion between her thighs, the pain began oddly to recede, giving way to an electric thrill which first started where the head of his cock was, and then worked its way relentlessly, teasingly, into every nerve fiber in her flesh, until it was sensuously, and with unwanted pleasure, rippling her cunt and contracting her belly and making the berry-like nipples of her breasts harden as never before.
"Ohhh," she whimpered through bared teeth, as frightened of the new sensation as she was of the old pain. Bert jerked again and with a thin, knowing smile on his lips, watched her mouth drop slackly open.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped as his pumping cock expanded and stretched her newly devirginated young' cunt still more. "Ohhhhhh, Bert! Oh, Bert, ohhhhhhhh!"
The boy felt the involuntary answering throbs of her cunt walls begin around the head of his penis, and her thinly bearded little pussy lips opening and closing in a slow, pulsating manner as she rotated her hips tentatively to match his slowly grinding pelvis. Susan felt as if her heart was imbedded deep up inside her cunt and she and Bert were one fleshy mass of sensation, wickedly pleasurable, merging magically with one another. "Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Ahhhhhh!"
The young boy initiated lengthy, hard strokes into her 'hotly steaming channel now, the full, hard shaft of his incited member sinking deeply up into her ravaged vagina. His shoulders pushed against her and kept her secured in a helpless doubled-over position, but it was unnecessary now, for the suddenly wildly aroused young Susan West was thrusting up against him, her heavings becoming more urgent and faster by the second, her small white teeth biting hard together as she strained desperately to climax, the juices of her surrendered young vagina flowing madly and dribbling down between the crevice of her buttocks to pool with the tiny, already drying droplets of blood on the cushions below.
Goddamn, my son's fucking that hot little pussy good. Mort McDonald grinned proudly as he let the film click through his camera, catching Bert's hard young cock disappearing between the voluptuously writhing teenager's widespread thighs. An obscene thrill coursed through the father, and a half-cruel smile crossed his face as he wondered if there was some way that he could enter into the action and get a little of that hot young pussy he was photo-graphing. His mind spun with a hundred different plans as he soaked in the lewd sight of the twin teenage couples fucking almost side by side. He reached down and massaged his bloated cock, which was painfully hard and throbbing in the prison of his pants, and he could tell that his underpants were wet with the secretions of his excitement. The pain was so excruciating that he was forced to zip down his fly and allow the white cotton of his shorts to bulge out to their full limit. And still he kept his eyes glued to the viewfinder, capturing every erotic second of the lewdly inciting spectacle on celluloid.
Susan's feet kicked out again, but this time in pleasure, not in pain, a whirlwind of delirious sensations tearing through the girl as half-coherent cries of rising ecstasy tumbled ceaselessly from her open lips and she locked her ankles to Bert's legs and skewered her hot, moist pussy up the full length of the boy's virile young cock. Sweat poured from her, and her fingers raked the pounding cheeks of his buttocks, trying to pull him in still deeper. She writhed in heat, and the hard young penis continued its powerful surging motions, her cunt hole stretched wide and becoming accustomed to it now. She let him fuck her as he willed, wanting to experience everything about sex now-especially what she'd heard about the climatic ejaculation when his white hot sperm would shoot up in her and mingle with her own orgasmic secretions.
"Ohhhh, yes, Bert," she chanted. "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh..."
"Tell me better," he hissed. "Tell me exactly what you want!"
"Oh, Bert ... what are you doing to me? I never thought it could be so wonderful! Do it! Do it to met".
"Say it the right way!" he choked impatiently. "Tell me you like me fucking you!"
"Oooooooh God, I ... I like you fucking ... me!" she whispered, but then he levered in again, and she screamed out passionately: "Ohhh yesss! Fuck me like that! Fuck my hot little cunt!" She didn't care if her girlfriend Nancy and Jason heard her, not any more, not with the crazy potpourri of passion, desire, and lust running rampant through her greedily writhing body. She didn't care about any-thing or anybody-except for Bert's raging, surging young cock.
"I figured you'd like to get fucked all the time once you had your first taste of it," he gloated over her.
"Oh, yes. You can fuck me, fuck me. Bert, you can fuck me any time you want. Ohhh, this is so wonderful." She was willing to say anything so that he wouldn't stop the magnificent stroking of his hard cock into her newly awakened vagina. She was shocked to hear what her own traitorous lips were saying, but the only thing that mattered to her desire-maddened mind and body was to be fucked ... to be fucked and come, to reach that apex of ecstasy rising deep within her belly and loins.
"That's my hot little bitch," Bert crowed, and he surged forward still harder, enveloping her entire mind and body in pressing lusts of the flesh. She turned her face to one side so that she could suck in the hot air her aching lungs required, panting with sexual frenzy, catching in her fevered gaze the thick, pummeling cock of Jason, as it fused with her girlfriend Nancy's hungrily nimble cunt, sinking far into her, open vaginal lips as his balls bounced with a flat, rhythmic sound off her nakedly squirming buttocks. And the lascivious sight only spurred Susan on, for she felt a new kinship with her girlfriend and knew now what had made the difference between her and Nancy be-fore, and what a fool she'd been not to have allowed the fucking of a boy's cock be the bridge for her to cross the chasm between being a child and a woman.
"Fuck ... fuck me..." she moaned. Come ... come in me, Bert."
"I will. I will," Bert groaned in reply. "Fuck back harder, baby. I'm almost there. Fuck harder."
Susan obeyed mindlessly, for she was approaching orgasm as well, and her sweat-drenched body was more animal than human, twisting and contorting crazily under the boy's wildly driving penis as she spread her legs and pulled them back, bending them at the knees so that she could buck up against the battering force of his iron like cock harder and deeper. Her eyes whirled from Nancy and Jason back to the obscene movie, and she felt just as close to the unknown woman, as she did to her girlfriend, knowing as Bert fucked into her how that woman must feel with a heaving cock sliding into her from behind. The woman was a quivering mass of sweating, deranged flesh that begged for more subjugation on the bed, reveling in the ultimate humiliation of being screwed half to death before a movie camera. Susan watched in wicked fascination, feeling Bert growing harder up inside her and nearing her own climax.
Jesus, look at them go, McDonald thought in lascivious fascination as he watched the lithe, beautiful girls racing toward their own orgasms beneath the wildly fucking young boys. Look at those hot little teenage bitches go-especially that one my son is balling! His fingers continued to caress the stiffened cock inside his shorts until at last he yanked the material aside and, like a steel spring, his cock shot free. He kept his eyes to the camera, but his fingers continued to stroke the burning cock and he could feel the rising of his come in the base of his testicles. His whole fist wrapped around the hard pole of flesh, and he furiously pumped the rigid skin in time to the double fuckings his-and the camera's-eyes recorded.
"Come ... come..." Susan panted, her body ready to explode.
As if in answer, Jason on the other couch screamed out: "I'm there! Ohhh, Nancy! Here it comes!" A low banshee wail erupted from Nancy's lips and echoed through the rumpus room as their two bodies slapped fleshily together. Her nostrils flared as she pulled back her thighs until the whole of her dark, cock-filled vaginal slit was presented to Jason to batter and crush, while her stomach and breasts jerked spasmodically against his belly and chest. She held her breath, only to expel it a moment later as if she had been hit in the gut, and her body collapsed limply onto the cushions, her hungrily quivering cunt still locked tightly, around Jason's surging cock. All of her fevered climax had been caught by McDonald's lewd camera, and he beat off still harder at the carnal sight of the young boy's heated young come spurting from between the girl's hotly pulsing thighs. Now for my son and that other bitch to come ... this is too much to take.
And then Susan sensed the muscles of Bert's abdomen tighten against her flesh and she braced herself. Her first male come. The first time a boy would empty his balls into her belly. She knew in an instant of thought that it would not be her last time ... and then Bert's penis expanded, and she could feel that the whole tube which ran beneath the underside of his penis was bulging with white hot fluid. He moaned and hissed and then thick semen splashed deep inside her belly, causing her cunt walls to pulse in time to the rhythmically throbbing spurts as she shivered and blindly reacted.
"Oh, Bert ... oh, fill my belly ... ohhhhhhh." They, her cries were abruptly cut off as she arched her back and clenched her greedy young cunt lips hungrily around his cock as it erupted deep up inside her pussy and her own orgasmic juices flowed with his sperm and overflowed her eagerly milking channel, running down over her thighs and buttocks. She felt completely void of all normal emotions as the paralyzing orgasm covered her like a warm blanket, deadening her nerves and bones until she couldn't feel anything but one huge, miraculous joy. Her legs unwound from around him and dropped lifeless to his sides after her convulsive spasms had ceased, and Bert's cock trickled out the remainder of his come as she sighed dreamily, lost in the newly discovered world of sensuality. She could never return to her naive, virgin ways; but she had to admit that she didn't miss the physical proof of innocence, not now, not after she'd traded it for a better, . more enriching life.
Mort McDonald was entranced with every instant of his son's and the girl's climaxes, with seeing Bert's thin white semen seep from between her young, taut buttocks as they shuddered and jerked in tiny waves of slowly dying excitement. He felt as if his own penis was buried in that girl's tender young cunt, its bulbous head sliding to the back of the warm, throbbing tightness of her wet, hair-fringed ring of flesh, and then his prick suddenly shot out thin, quick streams of come as his imagination and his hand combined to allow him to enjoy the fiery sensations of climax. His pumping cock spewed heavy droplets upon the door, splattering against it and then rolling down in long, slow trails. In his mind, McDonald was shooting far into the softly yielding flesh of that blond-pussied teenager his son was enjoying. The wild ache in his loins eased momentarily, as McDonald choked back a gasping sob and fell to the floor, hardly able to hold onto the camera.
And at that moment he thought of a devilish scheme to get his way! Yes! And it would work well, if he knew his son as well as he thought he did.