Chapter 9
With Valerie's departure, Cathy slumped with disappointment on the girl's lounge, sitting now with Allen and Peter facing her. She blamed herself for the entire frustration the three of them were feeling. Her mind weighted the idea of satisfying Allen's urgent need, as well as her own, but hesitated.
"It's all my fault," she sighed. "It started out as just having some fun...."
"And it was fun," Allen interrupted her. "So let's forget it and stop blaming ourselves."
"Sure, Aunt Cathy," Peter said. "Don't feel bad. Why don't we make one of those tall drinks ... you know ... with the cherries and gin. Just tell me what to do ... I'll make them."
"Now there's the second best suggestion I've heard all day," Allen said with a laugh, turning to the cabinet where Cathy kept the supplies for a Tom Collins. "But I'll make them ... you're at the age where gin can be dangerous, so we'll start you off slow ... and see if it affects that cock of yours. It it gets harder, you can handle it. If it goes down ... give up the stuff."
They laughed at that, as Allen began making the drinks. For a brief moment Cathy thought the crisis was over and they could go back to their normal routine. She wasn't so sure now that she actually wanted to witness her husband's reaction to Valerie's body. Then they all fell silent when Valerie came through the door again. She was reading a letter as she walked and handed the balance of the mail to Cathy. Allen put a drink in her hand just as she was finished reading the letter and she nodded her thanks and gave Peter the letter. Then she downed the drink.
"It's from Mom," she said to Cathy. "She married that creep ... in Las Vegas ... and is going to Hawaii on a honeymoon. So I guess you're stuck with us...."
"Don't be silly," Cathy said, putting her arm around the girl's shoulder. "We'd be lonesome now without you."
While the others read the letter in turn, Valerie took off her bikini again and then poured herself another drink. She carried it to the window and sipped this one as she stared out into the thick woods. It was obvious they wouldn't see much of their mother, now that she was married to a traveling musician, she thought, suddenly not feeling much of a loss by that. It was the shock of her mother's sudden decision that had depressed her at first, she decided, noting that Peter didn't seem to mind at all.
"Come on over, Val," her brother called to her. "We're going to have a drink to Mom's marriage. This stuff makes me real horny...."
Allen filled her half-empty glass, jerking his head in Peter's direction and giving her a wink, to bring her attention to the fact that her brother was feeling the first drink and getting a little silly. She smiled as she watched her brother's hand dart between Cathy's legs and quickly retreat, pretending he was doing it when Allen couldn't see the action, but knowing he caught it out of the corner of his eye.
"Well ... here's to Mom and what's-his-name ... good luck and all that good shit," Peter said, then took a healthy sip of his drink, sticking himself in the cheek with the stirrer. "Can I stir your drink, Aunt Cathy?" he said, fisting his stiff meat and waving it at her.
"Peter!" Valerie cried out in shock, embarrassed that he was being so brazen in front of Allen.
"I'll stir yours too," he said, shaking his meat in her direction and giving her a devilish look.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cathy caught Allen's hand slip around the girl's waist and she decided he was feeling her buttocks. His male muscle had been drooping a moment before, but fizzed out straight now. However, when he saw Cathy looking, he withdrew his hand and sauntered over to the lounge and sat down again. She wanted to go to him and ease his frustrations, but Peter was blocking her path now and slipped his hand between her legs, then brought his finger up to his nose.
"Mmmmmm ... smells good too...." the boy said.
"I think you've had too much to drink," Cathy said. "You're drunk and getting silly."
"No, I'm not. I'm just trying to bring some life to the party," he said, sulking from the criticism. "It's my mother's wedding. Remember?" Then he suddenly dropped to his knees and planted his nose in Cathy's triangle of pubic hair. "Mmmmmm ... a kiss for my beautiful aunt."
"Peter!" from Cathy this time.
Without getting up, he walked on his knees to where Valerie was standing and planted a Mss on her golden nest. "And a kiss for my beautiful sister." Over his shoulder he said, "Come on, Uncle Allen ... kiss the bridesmaids."
Allen let out a roar of laughter and got down on his knees. He went to Cathy first and kissed the junction of her legs, pulling her to him with a firm grip on her butt. Then with great difficulty walking on his knees, he went to Valerie and got a firm grip on her buttocks and planted what appeared to be the same kiss at her sex, but this time his tongue darted out to touch the soft vaginal-lips. Valerie tried not to show the sudden delight he gave her and laughed to cover the thrill.
"Now I think the girls should kiss the ... errr ... the bridesmen ... or whatever...." Peter suggested, waiting for one of them to take him up on it. Neither of them moved and Allen labored back to his seat on the lounge.
Peter got up and took Cathy by the hand, then led her back to lounge. He sat next to Allen and pulled Cathy over his legs, as she had been standing before. It took her by complete surprise and she gave Allen a questioning look, wondering what she should do. Allen didn't respond and Peter was tugging at her hips to sit down on his prong. The threatening spike loomed dangerously close to the pursed lips that longed to have it and Cathy found her knees getting weak. The boy's hands were all over her buttocks, massaging, probing, giving her a warm feeling of need and urgency. And all the while, the eye of his serpent beckoned her closer. The battle raged on in her head, Should I? ... or shouldn't I?
Peter stopped abruptly when he turned and saw his sister standing before his uncle again. She had a serious look on her face and he was positive she would do it this time. He was encouraged by the fact that it would mean his own lust could then be satisfied.
"I'm sorry about before," Valerie spoke softly, with that velvety voice of hers drawing everyone's attention. She was looking her uncle in the eye and moving over his legs again.
Cathy watched her move directly over the stiff spike, with Allen's hands coming quickly to her hips to guide her. She felt Peter's hand on her own behind and his finger was searching for the spot he had recently raped. She brushed his hand away from the still sore and blinking eye. Then she saw .Valerie's hand drop down and touch her husband's stiff penis with the tips of her fingers. Using just the tips of her fingers, she guided the spear to the bush of blonde hair and slowly brought the big red knob to the vestibule of her Garden of Eden. Then she paused, smiled into her uncle's disbelieving eyes and very slowly impaled herself on the long, thick spike, closing her eyes as it parted the longing lips of her burning well.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," Valerie sobbed, coming down faster now until she was seated on his lap and had devoured every inch of his shaft. "Hold me tight, Daddy ... you feel so good...."
Cathy found herself slipping down ... down ... down, with Peter's spike slipping up, up, up, filling her belly with his tumescent meat and satisfying the hunger in her. It was a strange experience, she thought, to be sitting alongside her husband, chocked full of someone else's meat, while he stuffed his into another too.
Peter's mouth was busily sucking at her breast and her arms slipped around the back of his neck to lock him tight against her chest, filling his mouth with her aching breast-meat. Cathy felt the warm glow of contentment fill her body as she rocked gently on his lap, feeling his long, thick meat throb in rhythm to her rocking motion. There was no frantic urgency in their coupling, she realized, remembering that they had spent their anxiety on an earlier engagement. Her rectum was still sore from that encounter and she still wouldn't let Peter finger it now, though his hands kneaded her buttocks in cadence with the rocking motion and his finger continued to slip to that sore eye. He was obsessed with that opening, but she wouldn't let him inflict any more pain than he already had.
She could see Allen sucking on Valerie's young breasts and his hands exploring the girl's hindquarters. Their bodies jerked and bounced, she noticed. They were both in dire need of a release, she realized. She knew the agony of wanting it for so long and the tremendous excitement when it was finally yours.
"Mmmmm ... Daddy," Valerie purred. "Your cock is all mine now ... I love it----"
A pained look came over Allen's face then and he clutched his niece with all his might, pulling her down as hard as he could, driving his spike into her as far as possible. He grunted, "Yes ... yes ... You're my little girl ... Unnnngggg ... I'm gonna give you something special ... nnnngggghhhh ... fill you with cream ... I can't hold it much longer...."
"Please, Daddy, I'm ready," she cried, her body jerking faster on his lap. "Give it to me, Daddy. I'm coming too I I want you ... Oh, I need you, Daddy!"
"Mmmmm ... ahhhhhhh ... nnnnngggghhh ... Here it comes...."
"OH! DADDY!" Valerie cried as his hot lava sprayed the walls of her red-hot furnace. "Mmmmmmmm...."
The tempo of Cathy and Peter's rocking increased with the animal-lust sounds escaping from the couple beside them. Cathy could feel herself building to the peak of excitement, but couldn't take her eyes off Valerie and Allen to concentrate on her own climax. She let Peter's throbbing pole bring her to the tip of the mountain, while she watched the frenzy of the others. Her niece seemed to be floating on the waves of many orgasms as she rode Allen's stick faster and harder. Cathy knew this would be her own reward in a very short time and was intrigued with the way her niece was enjoying it.
There's your pony-ride! Cathy said in the back of her head. Ride it for all it's worth, Kitten. We don't take a kid's toy in this house....just pretend it's your birthday! It was almost as though she was having the orgasms herself, she realized. The sameness of their positions, with Peter's spear securely locked inside her to give her the necessary realism, made it as exciting as the thrills about to explode in their own bodies.
Valerie's long, blonde hair was floating out behind her as she stretched back her head in ecstasy. She was beautiful, Cathy admitted. Every muscle in her young body was straining to capture every drop of delight from her orgasm. The gurgling, animal-lust sounds coming from her throat was an indication she was riding high on the peak of a tidal-wave that would flush out all the anguish from her body.
"I'm coming...." from Peter. A breathless warning.
"Mmmmmm...." from Cathy, as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the jerking motions of the stick lodged deep in the well of her body. "Yes ... yes ... give it to me, Peter. I want it! Harder ... harder ... ohhh ... yes ... more, more...."
"Owwww ... Aunt Cathy ... I'mmmm commmminnnng...." he moaned again, his hand searching frantically for that little buttonhole hidden in the deep valley of her fleshy behind.
Cathy couldn't pull his hand away from the sore spot this time. He seemed to need it urgently. She was clutching his neck with all her strength, as though afraid she would fall off the bucking horse. And when his finger screwed into the tight tunnel of her tingling rectum, she found herself lifted to the summit and ready for the breath-taking ride down. The volcano thundered and shot forth its lava and she answered it with the flood of her own juices.
"Mmmmm...." Cathy breathed, squeezing out the last drop of her orgasm on his recoiling cannon.
"Whew...." Peter groaned. "I feel like my head is spinning ... all dizzy inside...."
"That's from the drink," she whispered in his ear.
"Hold my head tight, Aunt Cathy," he said in a pleading voice, pressing it against her chest. "I don't like ... I hate ... this dizzy feeling...."
Cathy obliged, pressing her breasts against his face and holding him securely against her chest. His shaft suddenly went limp and slipped from her still squeezing tunnel. She glanced over to see how Allen and Valerie were doing and saw the girl had dropped to her knees between Allen's legs. She was busy showing her adoration for the now limp noodle and Allen was watching her with an amazed expression.
"Aren't they adorable?" Cathy asked in a low voice.
Allen nodded, giving her a weak, sheepish grin. He still couldn't bring himself to believe this was all happening and Cathy wasn't upset by it. It hadn't occurred to him that she was also enjoying the same pleasures from her nephew.
"It's going to be nice having them here during the long winter, isn't it?" she asked.
"I hadn't given it any thought," Allen said, talking as best he could with Valerie's hot mouth at his loins.
"Mmmmmm ... I can hardly wait for the first snow storm," Cathy said in a dreamy voice. "The four of us can sit around the fireplace ... like a big happy family ... And it won't be as lonesome when we get snowed in...."
"Yeah!" Allen gulped, his male muscle flexing now to meet the girl's licking tongue. "The fireplace ... snowed in ... it'll be nice...."
"Mmmmmm...." from Valerie But they couldn't tell what she meant, with her mouth full.
"A family that fucks together stays together," Cathy said, but no one seemed to be listening. Allen was absorbed in the sucking mouth and Valerie with the object of her sucking. And Peter just rocked gently, nestled against Cathy's breast. It was a bad joke any' way, she told herself, watching her niece bring Allen to another climax, while Peter's fingers came to life on her buttocks again.
"Mmmmm...." she sighed, lifting her nephew's face to look him in the eye. "If you thought the summer was fun ... wait 'till the tourist season is over and there's nothing to do around here...."
But of course Cathy had no intention of waiting for the first snow of winter. Within a few days, she was at Peter's peter again. And Peter, she found to her amazement, had become quite an experienced lover, under her teachings.
Her head was down on the bed, but he guided her to her knees so that her lovely white ass was high over him. He fondled it lovingly, and then moved his mouth to it with both hands parting the cheeks, his tongue diving right for the puckering little hole.
Cathy gave a loud moan of lusty delight as she felt his warm tongue needling there. With his hands holding her hips strongly, he buried his face in her deep, hot crack, and tongued her with mad fury until she wailed out the news she was coming.
Peter rolled her over on the bed and stripped her panties down over her feet. He began to play with her thighs then as Cathy raised them for him. Aunt Cathy was no longer the teacher, and she begged the boy to finger her cunt and make her come again. He went on teasing and licking her lush thighs until her beggings became screams.
His hands caught the backs of her thighs and pushed them up over her body. Her ass came off the bed and carried her hot, wet crotch high for him. With an animal roar, he threw his face into it and put his mouth to the wet heat of his aunt's wildly aroused vaginal lips. He took those lips into his mouth and sucked them. Then he got his tongue inside, finding her clit and flicking it wetly.
Cathy's second come left her weak and panting.
Then he climbed aboard her and slid his eager prong into the wet welcome of her grasping cunt.
Pressing her arms flat down on the bed, Peter took a rich nipple into his mouth and began tongue-stroking it, while driving his juice-lubricated penis like a piston in and out of her cunt as her ass bounced, churned and shook.
And now Peter managed to hold back his charge until his Aunt Cathy was well into her third orgasm, then he rammed his young body hard against her, squirming his stronge meat deep into her crotch, and let it shoot its youth juice deep up into her.
"Oh, fill me ... drown me in it! Fuck me again!" Cathy begged.
In another room, the soft sounds of music could be heard. There, Allen pulled Valerie's panties down almost to the tops of her nylons, then guided her over his lap.
Then he had the girl go down on all fours on the bed, kneeling behind her so he could feel the heat of her young and lovely body.
Then he slipped his cock into her steaming young pussy from back and under, giving it to the squirming girl dog-style, his belly slapping her tender ass with a slow, delightful rhythm. When he felt his balls churning towards the big explosion, Allen just closed his eyes and didn't hold back. Pulling her soft ass against him, he fired his healthy charge and felt the girl's vaginal muscles gripping him so that she drained the last drop of love juice out of his tightened testies.
As fall of the year drew on, and as the first flakes of snow began to fall, the two couples experimented with new games. A hairbrush, a dildo. It was a winter that the two young people would never forget.
And sometimes, before the big fireplace, Cathy and Allen would look at each other and smile.
Sometimes silence is better than words.