Chapter 11
"Where is she, Sylvia, are they home yet?" Tom Hayden cried as soon as Sylvia opened the front door for him.
"Wait-wait-just take it easy," Sylvia laughed. "Sit down, relax, they'll be here soon."
"Oh my God, it seems like years since I saw her last," Tom said, going over to sit on the circular couch opposite Sylvia, "and it's only been five months-five long, lousy, miserable months. I still can't understand why I wasn't allowed to see her-I've been almost crazy."
"Doctor's orders," Sylvia said simply, "and other circumstances that will be explained to you as we go along-many of which Pat will have to explain to you herself. The main thing is, she is perfectly well now, as good as new, and she'll be here any minute."
"But what about Carl-her father? He warned me to stay away from her-said if I ever tried to contact her again in any way that he'd have me locked up for kidnap, rape, and then some. Think of that, and he's the sonofabitch who left me tied up in that cabin to die."
"Forget about Carl. I never told you this, because we still haven't told anybody, but Patricia is ours now-Scott and I officially, legally adopted her."
"What? How...r
"The way he put it, Carl's life was in danger. He said that the men who had kidnapped Pat were still holding her hostage, and that if he didn't come up with sixty thousand dollars cash, both he and Pat would be killed. He even had a couple of the alleged kidnappers in the car with him.
"He knew that Scott and I have always wanted kids and had often spoken of adopting at least one. So his pitch was that if we got him off the hook-saved his and Pat's life-he and Betty would let us adopt Pat."
"And Scott went for that?"
"Of course not, my husband is not stupid. He refused to cooperate until Carl told him at least enough of the truth for us to discover that Pat was indeed in some kind of bad trouble. Then he checked everything out, even went to the clinic where Carl had taken Pat, and got her released from there to be put in a place of our choice. Carl didn't mention your being up at the cabin still, but when we called your house and you weren't there, we decided to check."
"I'm glad you did, or I wouldn't be here talking to you now. I owe you two my life, Sylvia, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
"Just be good to Pat, Tommy. Love her half as much as she loves you, and you will have more than repaid us. She's going to have that baby, you know, and it may be black. Scott and I could care less if it turns out black, white, or zebra-stripped, but if the possibility bothers you, back out now--don't build her up for a letdown."
"Half of that baby is Patty, and the other half is human," Tom declared, "and that's enough to guarantee my love for it. Besides, what makes you so sure that baby isn't mine? What do you think Pat and I were doing up there in the first place? That first day and night, I'll bet we fu . . . uhh-made love at least a dozen times."
"It may be yours, and I hope it is," Sylvia laughed at the furiously blushing youth, "and you need not be embarrassed to use the word 'fuck' in front of me. It's a beautiful word, an exciting word, and it describes the thing that goes on most around this house. I'm sure Pat has told you about Scott and me."
"Oh she has-she has," Tom said, blushing an even deeper red, "Now-uhhh-don't get me wrong, she wasn't gossiping, or being catty-I questioned her-pumped her. I didn't believe some of the stuff she told me. She knew it turned me on, and I thought she was making stuff up, just to keep my cock hard. But I already see that some of the stuff was true."
"For instance?"
"Well-uhhh-for instance, that you never wear panties, and you've got the most beautiful, hairy, well-fucked-looking cunt imaginable. Goddamn, Sylvia, I'm sitting here looking right into it, and
"Jeezus, I can hardly stand it. I don't blame Pat. She said every time she sees it, she wants to suck it, and-oh God-I do too."
"Be my guest, dear," Sylvia cooed, throwing her head back on the back rest, spreading her lush, hairy thighs wider, scooting her ass to the edge of the cushion, and lifting both feet from the floor.
"Oh my God-oh my God," Tom croaked, leaping up to rip his pants down and off, to keep his bone-hard cock from breaking against the confining material.
Dropping to his bony knees on the soft carpet, he moaned achingly, wrenchingly as her hair-captured sweat-cunt-female aroma assailed his quivering nostrils. The smell made him dizzy, drunk, almost delirious. He thought he was going to shoot his almost week-old load of come into the carpet without even touching his cock.
He breathed in deep, gulping, snorting lungsful of the tantalizing, thrilling, lust-enflaming odor. He gazed wide-eyed, bug-eyed into the fat-lipped, loose-lipped, honey-leaking gash. He had never seen a cunt with the inner lips protruding so far outside the outer lips. He had never seen inner lips so fat, lush, invitingly opened like a giant pink jungle flower. He had never seen a clit so long, thick, perfectly dick-formed, with such well-defined, cockhead-looking glans. Even the raised, teardrop-formed slit of her pee-hole, between clit and vulva, was a thing of fascinating beauty, a miniature cunt in itself.
The thick, black hair fanned out of the crack of her ass like fern leaves. Her asshole was deep, scooped out rather than puckered. Her anal ring was almost black, soft, like a sinkhole in quicksand, sweat wet and glistening, hair fringed and numbingly aromatic.
Tom's mesmerized inspection of Sylvia's genital area lasted so long that she raised her head and looked down to see what was taking him so long to get started. She was about to urge him on verbally, when he practically dived head first-face first-tongue first into her steaming canyon of womanhood and sex.
It took the lust-crazed young man a long time to get coordinated. At first he was trying to lick, suck, and chew all at the same time. He smeared his whole face with pussy juice as he scrubbed it up and down her slit from clit to asshole. He sucked her petal-like inner lips into his mouth and seemed to be trying vainly to swallow them as he sucked and gulped and chewed. Spitting them out, he caught her clit-dick between his lip-cushioned teeth and sucked and chewed with savage tenderness, moaning and whining his frustration at his inability to eat all of her cunt at one time. Her cunt juice was delicious, a nectar fit for the gods, her delicate, yet tough, soft, meaty cunt flesh was a delicacy that tasted better than anything he had ever had in his mouth.
"Suck it, darling-s-s-sssuck it!" Sylvia cried, reaching down with both hands to grab fistsful of his long, red hair, and force his mouth deeper into her woman flesh. "Ohhh God-what you l-lack inin finesse is m-more than made up for b-by your en-enthus-i-as-m. Oh God-oh God-chew it-chew my clit-you c-can't hurt it, baby-it's b-been tried a hundred thousand t-times. That's it, baby-th-that's it-harder-s-suck harder-oh yes-yesssyour tongue-li-lick it-faster, faster-I-I'm I'mmm -c-cooommminnnnngl"
As she twisted around and down off the couch, Tom followed her with his long, lean body, never losing contact with her still spasming, come-pumping cunt hole. This was the only real similarity between sucking Sylvia's cunt and sucking Pat's. He knew that women were reputed not to come like men, but he also knew that when Patty came she filled his mouth with about five times the amount of sweet clear cunt honey that had been oozing into his mouth all the while he sucked.
Now, he was gulping and groaning; the juice was actually running down his chin, and the bottomless spring of ambrosia was yielding up more and more of the incredibly delicious, life-giving fluid. He had forgotten that he hadn't fucked since up at the cabin, forgotten that he was about to come just from looking at and smelling Sylvia's cunt; nothing existed for him but what he was doing, and how mind-blowingly good it was.
When he felt the entire eight inches of his cock slip down into Sylvia's wide open, vibrantly clinging throat, he actually screamed a muffled, choked roar of shock and surprise into her cunt. Pat had been trying to learn to deep throat his cock, and was inordinately proud of herself when she succeeded in getting it three-fourths of the way in.
Sylvia, however, had sucked the thick-headed meat bar in to the hairs on the first try, and the heat in her mouth perfectly matched the heat in her cunt. Her saliva-filled jaws were as wet as her woman-come filled cunt. Her tightly, wetly clinging lips sucked his joint, like her slickly muscled cunt lips sucked his tongue.
His dormant orgasm was forcefully reawakened. He caught her clit between his teeth and chewed hurtingly to get his mind off the explosion building up in his quivering nut sack. Digging his long fingers into the cottony soft mounds of her bucking ass, he began mouth-fucking her in jerky, jogging hammer strokes. She took it all with reciprocal up and down, in and out swoops of her head.
In spite of the fact that Tom's mouth was full of gushing pussy, his animal-like roar of completion could not be stifled. His orgasm seemed to start in his fingers and his toes and course through his body at lightning speed, draining him dry and juiceless. Sylvia choked on the first geysering eruption, but she held his cockhead deep in her mouth, gulping frantically to clear her throat for the next hot, slimy onslaught that shot out of his cockhead almost immediately after the first.
A coughing fit hit Sylvia that caused thick, snotty oysters of come to squirt out of her nose, to spew out of her mouth around his emptying phallus, and tears to spring in her eyes. Still she sucked like a baby, swallowing as fast as she could, losing no more of the precious, beloved man-juice than she had to. She thought he would never stop coming, but she didn't care if he didn't-each spurt tasted better than the last
When his nuts were emptied of their long overdue burden, Tom's cock seemed to grow harder rather than softer, longer, thicker, more demanding. Aside from her husband Scott, Sylvia had never known a man who could come and come again without losing his hard-on. Pat had told her that Tom possessed this super-virile, rare and much longed for quality, but seeing, experiencing was believing, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she and Scott had hit the jackpot with these two kids.
"Oh my God, Sylvia, what have we done?" Tom cried, springing to his feet, and searching frantically for his clothes. "Scott and Pat will be here any minute now. Get dressed-get up and get dressed!"
"Got the guilties?" Sylvia grinned up at him from the floor. "What have we done? We just had the most fantastic '69' session I've had since I was a teenager. Yes, they should have been here already, so I guess they will arrive shortly. As for getting dressed, forget it, we'd only have to get undressed again when they get here."
"But-but-do you mean you don't care if they know?"
"My job was to seduce you," Sylvia said, "and
I'd only care if I had nothing to show for my efforts. Get back down here, and let me give you a quick rundown on what's been going on for the past few months."
After Tom had sat back down on the floor, obviously puzzled, Sylvia said, "It was Pat's idea that you and I fuck. Scott, as well as several other people-men, women, and me included-have been fucking her, sucking her, having all sorts of groovy sex with her since she has been at the trauma center."
"Trauma center?" Tom cried. "Trauma center?"
"Not the kind that you mean," Sylvia informed him. "She has been at a therapeutic resort called Eden, a sexual trauma center for people with severe sexual problems. It's for rape victims, psychosomatic impotence, extreme frigidity, and the like. The place is run by Dr. Gary Gordon, a brilliant, horny sexologist who like Scott and I believes that the best therapy for any psychological problem is good, open, loving, totally free sex
"Had Pat remained in a typical clinic or institution, she would have been a mindless vegetable for the rest of her life. Now she is happier, healthier, and more mature than she has ever been. The real reason we wouldn't let you see Pat was the fact that we didn't think you could handle it. Pat loves you, though, and we love you, but unless you can see things our way, give and take freely, share and share alike, I'm sure that you can see the problems that might arise."
"Don't worry about me causing problems, Sylvia, that is, unless you consider staying hard, hot, and horny a problem. This is a dream situation, one that I have fantasized all my life, having a lovely, sexy wife, with a lovely, sexy mother who would actually join us in bed. Jeezus, this is too good to be true. I know I'm square and inexperienced, because of my straitlaced, prudish upbringing, but fuck that noise, I still know a good thing when I see it."
Whatever Sylvia might have answered was interrupted as Pat bounced through the front door, wearing her simple, white, mini-maternity dress up over her distended belly as she came. She was as fat as a butter ball, with her tits having kept pace with her expanding waistline, and her ass having outdone them both. She had never been more beautiful. Her face had taken on a mature, womanly glow. Her hair, once short-cropped and curly, now hung down to the middle of her back in thick, vibrant, light reflecting waves.
"Sylvia!" she cried, not seeing the two on the floor within the ring of the circular couch. "Where are you? Where is Tommy-where is my baby!?"
"Darling, honey, Pat, baby, sweetheart," Tom yelled, scrambling to his feet, and running to meet her with his cock eight inches out front. "Oh God, baby, am I glad to see you! Let me look at you-just let me look at you!"
She didn't give him a chance to look, though, because she was in his arms, kissing him hungrily, sucking his tongue, and sliding her own tongue into his mouth for some of the same treatment.
He had her up off the floor with his big hand cupping one of her fat, smooth ass cheeks, pulling it aside, as two fingers of his other hand slid up and down her sweaty ass crack, one diving deeper to bury itself into her hotter than ever, juicier than ever cunt, the other stopping short and dipping into her moist, nipping, lovingly constricted asshole.
"Ohhh, I see it worked-our plan-I'm so glad-glad," Pat moaned into his mouth. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come through for us, darling. I love you so much-so terribly much. Take me to bed now, or on the couch, on the floor, anywhere, any way you want me, only don't ask me to suck you off-uhhh-just yet."
"I hadn't planned to," Tom said, carrying her to the couch to lay her down and guide his cock smoothly into her cunt, which she was holding open for him with both hands, "but why the restriction?"
"It is three hundred miles from Eden to here," Pat answered, "and I sucked Scott's dick every mile of the way. He must have come a half dozen times, and I swear it felt like a cup full every time. My jaws ache, and I'm so full of hot, heavy cream that if I shake my head, It will slosh out of my ears."