Chapter 12
In the middle of her seventh month of pregnancy, Pat's belly was so big that she could only be comfortably fucked from behind. Still, she was insatiably hot and horny and kept both Tom and Scott busy taking care of her constant need for cock. On her hands and knees this bright, autumn morning, with two soft pillows under her stomach, she moaned and groaned in ecstasy as Scott plowed her back-thrust, juice-spitting cunt from behind.
Tom had fucked her upon awakening, then again after breakfast before leaving for his morning college classes. She had sucked Sylvia's cunt to three shattering orgasms, finger-fucked herself while Scott trip-hammered three more wild spendings from his wife's bucking, sucking loins, and now-still unsated-she bucked her fat, smooth ass violently against her adoptive father's belly as he socked it to her for all he was worth.
"Easy, darling-take it easy-don't hurt the baby," Sylvia warned from her position at the foot of the bed, where she lay watching fascinated as her husband's gigantic cock slammed in and out of the young girl's cunt.
"Don't worry about it-don't s-stop him!" Pat cried. "He c-can on-only h-hurt me when he go-goes in fr-from th-the front with my l-legs o-o-oooover his shoulders. My ass is t-too b-big for him to g-go in t-t-too deep from behind. F-fuck me h-harder, D-D-Daddyyyy-my sweet, sweet-good dick D-Daddy. Oh God, your big hot cock f-feeeels sooo g-good in my pussy-harder-harder -I-I-yiiiee-I-m C-C-COMMMMINNNNG!"
"OHH SHIT!" Scott yelled, jamming his cock in to the hilt, and letting the hot come squirt. "ME TOOOOOI"
Both of them rolled over on their backs in the big, double bed, and Sylvia crawled up to lick Scott's cock clean before ducking her face between Pat's spread thighs to reclaim gulping mouthfuls of his still hot, tangy come.
"Are you happy, darling?" Scott asked, reaching over to tousle Pat's golden hair.
"Happier than I have ever been in my life," Pat answered without hesitation. "I'm happier than anybody has any right to be. Isn't it funny, the worst thing that could possibly happen to a woman turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to me."
This was Pat's very first allusion to the ordeal that she had gone through in the mountains, and Sylvia, now lying in the crook of Scott's arm, cast a swift glance up at her husband. Neither of them knew what to say, because neither of them wanted to reopen the closed wound.
"Don't be uncomfortable because I bring that up," Pat said cheerfully, noting their silence. "Dr. Gordan and his methods were so good for me that there is not even a residue of shock, hurt, or any negative feeling left. He and his staff loved me back to health and happiness. It wasn't just fucking and sucking, it was gentleness, patience, tenderness, understanding-in a word-love.
"Then when he started me talking about the experience, he turned it into a lark, made me tell him how good it was, not how bad it was. He made me remember how many times they made me come, not cry. And damnit, it was good-those guys were terrific. It was the shock of discovering that Carl had done this to me, not anything that happened between my thighs, that blew it for me. Actually what I had was five fantastic, fuck-filled days and nights."
"And if the baby is black?" Sylvia asked, knowing that they would soon have to face that very real possibility.
"Who gives a shit?" Pat replied. "I know you and Scott don't care, and neither do Tommy and I. Whatever it is, it will have to remain a little bastard for awhile, though, because we aren't going to get married until after it's born. If it's a boy, it will still be a Felton, and if it comes first, we win the big brass ring, right?"
"My goodness, I had completely forgotten the big baby contest," Sylvia laughed.
"I had, too," Scott said, "and to think that was precisely what led us to being together like this. Well, don't you and Tom worry about a thing, honey. We've got enough money to last us for the rest of our lives and our grandbaby's, too. You two get married anytime you want to. Fuck that estate."
"It's not just that," Pat admitted. "Tom and I are having too much fun living in sin, wallowing in incestuous, filthy, perverted blah-blah-blah, and other such bullshit. We're together for life, and we know it, so a piece of paper saying we're legal doesn't mean shit to either of us."
"I wonder how the others are making out," Scott mused aloud. "We haven't heard a word from them since Marsha came by-uhhh-how long ago-six months? Seven? At least that long, because nobody was pregnant for certain then."
"Well, if Betty, Jan, and Liz didn't get pregnant it certainly wasn't from a lack of getting pumped full of come," Pat said. "I wish them well. I hope one of them wins, because they need that money. They certainly haven't got anything else. There is no real love in that household, and if you ain't got love, you ain't got nothin'."
The telephone rang, and Scott reached over Sylvia's melon-like tits to pick up the bedside extension.
"Hello."
"Hello, Scotty," Carl's voice sang over the wire, "just called to break some news to you and your sterile whore, and to tell you to kiss my ass and go to hell. Liz had her baby about six weeks prematurely, and it's a B-O-Y-BOY! Eat your heart out, mother-fucker, and I hope you have fun with that sixty thousand dollar cretin vegetable you bought from me. By the way, what do you plan to name your coon grandchild when it gets here--Rastus?"
"Congratulations, Carl," Scott said, unperturbed. "Glad it's over and things turned out for you-anything else?"
"What else do you want to hear? Jan is in the hospital with stomach cramps, and she might deliver today, too, just to put the icing on the cake, and Betty is big as a house-she might have twins."
"Good-good, we were just lying here talking about you people. Heard anything from Chet and Marsha lately?"
"Nothing but the fact that that low-lifed sonofabitch was fucking both of his flesh and blood daughters, probably knocked 'em both up, too. If they have babies, they're bound to be just as crazy as that moron that you paid so much for. Maybe you can buy them, too, since you're in the weirdo collecting business."
"Nice talking to you, Carl," Scott said, and hung up.
"What was that all about?" Sylvia asked. "Liz had a son-premature, but still, a son."
"Good," Sylvia said. "What else did he have to say?"
"Nothing worth repeating," Scott said, rolling out of bed to pad into the bathroom for a quick shower.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found
Sylvia lying on her stomach near the foot of the bed, gently, tenderly licking Pat's cunt and asshole. Since Pat was lying on her side, Sylvia lifted her massive, upper ass cheek away from the hole, and licked away while Pat smiled and sighed happily in her sleep. Not wanting to awaken the young girl, Sylvia kept the pace slow, low key. Stiffening her long, pink tongue, she slid it in and out of the relaxed, sweaty, slightly wrinkled anal orifice with long, lazy, unhurried strokes.
Turned on by the sight, Scott climbed into bed on his knees, spread Sylvia's silk-smooth, pear-shaped ass cheeks apart, and began tonguing her hot, musky anus in the same, casual, slow-paced manner.
"Ohhhh shit, baby," Sylvia gasped, "I love that-you know how much I love it, but it makes me sooooo hot. Stop now, or you'll have to fuck me there."
Instead of stopping, Scott licked harder. His stroking, drooling tongue slicked down Sylvia's silky anal hairs as it drove deeper and deeper into the clinching, sucking hole.
"Oooohhhhh, darling," Sylvia moaned, "tongue fuck it-eat my asshole out-harder-deeper-your tongue feels like a cock in there-fuck me with it, baby-fuk meeeeel"
Scott stopped, causing Sylvia to look back over her shoulder in mild, wide-eyed alarm, until she noticed that he had only stopped to rise up on his knees and lubricate the head and shaft of his cock with spit
Moving her face away from Pat's ass, because she knew that she couldn't cope with too much goodness at once, she lay still and relaxed, impatiently waiting for his long, strong fingers to spread her cheeks again, for his long, strong cock to slide with excruciating pleasure into her itching, twitching asshole.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhg," they both sighed as the stone-hard boner plugged her shit chute and slid home as smooth and straight as an arrow.
"Slow and easy," Sylvia cooed. "Fuck my asshole slow and easy, darling. I don't want to come, I just want to feel that sweet thing sliding in and out of my ass. I want it all, every sweet, killing, thrilling inch-hit bottom on every stroke-but make it laaaaasssst-aahhhhhh, yes-yessss-just like that, about no miles per hour-uummmmm-mm-fuck me to sleep, just like I licked Pat to sleep."
The telephone shrilled again, and Scott picked it up without missing a stroke. "Hello."
"Hello, Scott?" Marsha's familiar voice came over the wire. "What are you doing at home this time of day?"
"If you want to know what I'm doing exactly," Scott chuckled, "I'm corn-holing my wife. If you want to know just for general knowledge, we got to horsing around this morning, and it got so good to me that I called my secretary and told her I wouldn't be in until about noon-if then. What's up, baby, it's been a long, long time."
"You horny bastards," Marsha laughed merrily, "don't you two ever get enough? You're like a couple of hot-assed teenagers still experimenting with all the forbidden joys of sex."
"Exactly-exactly," Scott hastily agreed, "and that's just the way we plan to stay. Let others make up all the excuses for not fucking that they want to, but me and my sweet thing will continue to do just the opposite. We'll keep on dreaming up reasons to put off doing everything under the sun except the enjoyment of this truly greatest of all pleasures."
"I should talk," Marsha sighed throatily. "Guess what I'm doing, even as I talk to you."
"Working crossword puzzles-trimming your toe nails-walking the dog?" Scott dead-panned.
"Actually I'm not doing anything," Marsha laughed at Scott's dry sense of humor. "I'm just lying here with a great big pillow bunched under my ass, getting quarts-gallons-barrels of come sucked ever so gently out of my tired, but happy, over-fucked cunt. That's the main reason you two darlings haven't heard from me for months and months. I haven't had a cock out of my mouth, cunt, or asshole long enough to dial your number."
"Ahh-haa," Scott laughed, "so you two decrepit, old has-beens are still trying to keep up with us kids. I knew that brother of mine would wake up and discover one day that he is married .to the second best fuck in captivity."
"I won't sue you for slander, libel, and insult only because I know you consider Sylvia to be the best, and it's been my lifelong ambition to be second best to that sex goddess. But for your information, smarty, Chet has been at the office since 8:30 this morning, and believe me, he left here with his nut sack so empty and his tongue so tired he is glad to be there getting some rest. Don't ask me who's doing me a job now, because I'm not going to tell you.
"Anyway, I didn't call you to discuss our sex fives, I called to tell you that the big baby race is over, and I'm glad. Both Liz and Jan delivered this morning, and Liz had a boy-Jan's was a girl. They were both about two months premature, and we're certain that Carl gave those girls something-did something to make them have their babies early. But that's neither here nor there. Liz is the winner, and Carl walks off with the solid gold
"Don't sweat it," Scott said. "Carl has already called us to gloat. Don't know why, since we weren't in the competition, anyway. At any rate, Syl and I are still here if and when you ever need us. For instance, don't you or either of your girls even entertain the notion of putting your babies up for adoption. Syl and I will take them, and give them all the love they'll ever need."
"Our babies?" Marsha questioned. Then, "Oh, you couldn't know, could you? I didn't get pregnant-thank God-but both Thea and Susy did, and they are the loveliest, fattest, happiest little expectant mothers you ever laid eyes on. By the way, Carl told us about your adopting Pat, and it was wonderful of you two, especially considering the condition she was in. Carl told us that she lost her mind, and that you actually paid him to allow you to adopt her, so you could get in on the will, in case she had a boy. I know that's not true, so you needn't even protest it. Where is she now? How is the poor child?"
"She's just fine," Scott said, glancing over and down at the sleeping beauty. "Just fine-you can drop around to see her any time, and decide for yourself where her mind is."
"Ill do that," Marsha promised. "Can't make you any promises as to when, be-be-c-cause . . . oohhhhh, d-darling-n-no-n-n-no-not my cl-clit-pl-pleeeease don't l-lick my clit-you-you p-promissssed-you kn-know I c-can't s-s-stand-oh shit, oh God-I'm s-sorry Scott-I've g-got to hang up-I-Ill t-t-talk to you LATERRRRRRRR"