Chapter 5
Patricia Felton took a deep breath, causing her firm, conical, hard-nippled young titties to punch out defiantly against the thin material of her middy blouse. The white blouse was see-through, making it obvious that she was not wearing a bra. When she stood like this, head high, chest out, the fact of her nakedness was even more visible. The tiny garment ended abruptly below her breasts, and one could clearly see the softly rounded bottoms of the melon-like orbs.
Patricia licked her full, coral pink lips and winked at her reflection in the mirror. Standing as tall as her five feet two inches would allow, she gazed at her face and body with open, frank approval. She knew that she was pretty and that her body was just about perfect; too many people had told her that too many times for her not to be aware of the fact. Her hair was long, silky, and as red as could be. She had huge green eyes, a saucy, delicate, turned-up nose, and a dazzling, heart-warming smile.
Her 36-22-36 was emphasized by her tiny stature, accentuated by her habit of wearing the tiniest of micro-skirts, the hottest of hot pants, and no bra or panties at all. Now, standing before her bedroom mirror, she giggled at her brazenly sexy attire. The faded blue jean cut-offs she wore were so tight that the succulent, shell pink half moons of her rosy round ass cheeks showed nakedly below the frazzled material. They rode so low on her hips that wisps of her curly, coppery pubic hairs peeked over the top.
The shorts were already so tight in the crotch that the fat-lipped V of her cunt was etched in mouth-watering prominence. She giggled again as she gave the shorts an extra tug upwards, pulling the rough material so snugly against her naked, open cunt that she knew every move she made would result in masturbation of her blood-engorged, hypersensitive clit.
Downstairs in the living room and the bedrooms, her mother, Betty, and her sisters, Jan and Liz, had been fucking practically around the clock for a week now. Pat had stealthily observed them from the top of the stairs, listened to their moans, groans, and shrieks of ecstasy. She had stayed so hot from watching and listening that her clit was swollen and sore from her frantically, frustratingly masturbating as many as a dozen times a day.
Pat loved to fuck. She stayed horny, even when there was no visual stimulation on hand. Still, she refused to be fucked by any of the men that Carl had imported to get her and the rest of them pregnant. She was head over heels in love with eighteen-year-old Tom Hayden, high school senior and basketball star. The red-headed, freckled-faced, handsome young man was from a strict, strait-laced family, however, and he would have been mortified, sickened by what was going on in the Felton household.
Carl had barred Tom from the house while the forced breeding was going on, had forbade Pat to try to see him, and dared her to leave her room until she was ready to follow his orders and get herself pregnant by one of the men that he had especially selected for the chore. To keep down gossip and protect the family name, Carl had taken the girls out of school and recruited six men from his out-of-town business contacts to get the girls and his wife with child.
Betty had gone along with Carl's plan, because she had no choice in the matter. He had her over a barrel and she knew it. Liz and especially Jan had participated with happily horny enthusiasm. But Pat had pleaded sickness, forcing herself to faint and vomit as an excuse to keep from joining the orgy.
This Friday morning, however, her whole attitude seemed to have miraculously changed. She danced happily about her room, green eyes sparkling, fat tits bouncing, lips parted over pearly white teeth in a joyful, irrepressible grin.
"Today is the day that I'm going to make up for lost time," she said aloud to her reflection in the mirror. "I'm going to get fucked until I can't see straight-I'm going to come until I go come crazy."
Stepping out of her room and closing the door softly behind her, she tiptoed to the head of the circular staircase and peeked down into the living room. She sighed achingly, and her knees grew weak with desire at the scene that met her eyes. The men that Carl had chosen were all good looking. They ranged in ages from about twenty-two to thirty-five, and there was not a small cock in the bunch. They started at about seven inches and went steadily upward from there.
Jan, the roly-poly fifteen-year-old, was the youngest and the horniest of the Felton sisters. She had short, curly, Afro-like blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a thin-lipped, pug-nosed, freckled face. She was not especially pretty, but she made up for her lack of beauty with her always hot and willing sexual availability.
She stood five feet five inches, weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, and her measurements were 34-32-38. Even before her wanton, abandoned cock craze was forced out into the open, and Carl and Betty discovered what a nymphomaniac they had on their hands, Jan had been known around the school as "Gang-Bang Janey," and her motto had been, "the more, the merrier."
Now Jan was on her knees on the deeply piled living room carpet. Her fat, white ass was poked high in the air, and her frizzy-haired head was bobbing up and down as she greedily gobbled one of the largest cocks in the house. Her head was moving in time with the staccato hunches and bumps of her quivering, jiggling ass, as another man kneeled behind her, pounding cock into her back-thrust cunt like a demented rabbit.
Lifting her face away from the cock in her mouth, Jan twisted her head around and cried, "Harder-harder-fuck me harder, you sonofabitch-that's the way I love it-straight in and straight out, just as hard as you can sock it. Ahhh-ummmphhh-argghhhh-y-yes-yesss-fuck me harder-fuck the shit out of meeeee-make me commmmeel"
Staring as though mesmerized, holding on to the banister for support, Pat involuntarily began bumping and grinding her own ass in time with her sister's. She moaned softly as she seemed to actually feel the pile-driving cock tearing into her own burning, soppy wet, long-unprobed pussy.
"I can't stand it. Oh God, I can't stand it," she whispered to herself. "If I don't get a cock into me soon, I'll go crazy."
"Listen you," Jan said to the man sitting on the floor under her face, "don't you come in my mouth, you hear? I love it-I love the taste of hot, thick come, but you know what Daddy said. Tell me when you get ready, so you can shoot it in my pussy."
Before the man could answer, Jan had his throbbing, bobbing cock once more engulfed in her sucking jaws. Without touching it with her hands, she deep throated the fleshy, thick-headed organ, rubbing her wet, slobbery lips in his hairs, rolling her head from side to side before beginning to suck upward. Squeezing it with her lips, licking it with her tongue, pulling away until the widely flanged head was captured behind her compressed lips, she sucked lustily, noisily.
Up and down-up and down-went her bobbing head; in and out-round and round-went the wiggling white blur of her wildly gyrating ass. The rapid fire sound of the man's belly smacking against her fat ass cheeks was like applause. The squishy, slurping noise the two cocks made as they swiveled in and out of her drooling mouth and juicy cunt was like running footsteps in a swamp. The moans, groans, and panting sighs were a chorus of fuck-crazed ecstasy.
Tearing her eyes away from Jan and her two men, who were swinging around the living room, Pat gasped aloud at what Liz was doing on one of the couches along the far wall. Liz was the prettiest of the three sisters. Tall, willowy, auburn-haired, she possessed 34-21-34 measurements on a five-foot-eight-inch frame. She had huge, smoldering, dark brown eyes and sulky, pouting, heavy red lips. Her manner was cool, haughty, almost queenly, making her seemingly too untouchable to fuck.
Now, though, lying stark naked with her long, slender legs spread to the winds, her thin-lipped, hairy come-squirting cunt was being filled to bursting, not with one, but two slowly but forcefully pounding cocks. She was lying on her back on the belly of one man, while a second man lay belly to belly on top of her. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, one cock slid in to the balls, while the other slid out to the head, and Liz's steaming, swinging loins coiled suckingly between them, keeping them rhythmically embedded.
Pat was not aware that a woman could take two cocks into her cunt at the same time, especially cocks the length and thickness of these two. Tom had eight thick-headed inches; before seeing the ungodly sizes of the peckers in the house all week, Pat had thought that there couldn't possibly be a cock in the world longer, thicker, and more thrillingly cunt-filling than Tom's. Tom often told her that she had the tiniest, hottest, most incredibly muscled pussy imaginable. Now, however, as she stared bug-eyed at the punishment that her two sisters were so joyously, enthusiastically taking, she wondered if she were not somehow lacking and inadequate.
Looking at her wristwatch and reminding herself that she had to get moving, Pat held on to the banister to support her lust-weakened legs as she slowly descended the stairs. The nearer she got to the sex-tangled, temporary lovers, the more difficult it became for her to refrain from ripping off her skimpy clothing and flinging herself into the middle of the action. The suck and fuck sounds grew louder and more intense. The cunt smells, cock smells, fuck smells assailed her thin, flaring nostrils, causing her head to swim, her own cunt to leak faster, and her knees to grow so weak she could hardly keep moving.
I can't stand it-I can't stand it-oh God, I can't stand it," she whispered over and over to herself.
As she entered the living room, she wondered where Betty and the other two men were. Those present were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't even notice that Pat was in the room. Looking into the master bedroom and the downstairs guest room, Pat found them both empty. Moving in that direction and craning her neck, she saw that Betty and the other two men were in the kitchen. All three of them were naked, and Betty leaned with her hands braced on the table as a tall, handsome, young man stood behind her holding on to her big, soft tits with both hands..
The man was bent in the knees, sweat was pouring from his face, and he was strained up on his toes as he socked cock into Betty's cunt from behind in violent, erratic hunches that indicated imminent orgasm. As Pat entered the kitchen with a lively smile on her fresh, pretty face, the man fucking Betty stiffened, rose higher on his toes, and let out with a gut-wrenching groan.
"Gawwwwddamn, but you've got a fabulous pussy, Betty," he croaked hoarsely. "Your daughters don't hold a candle to you. Shee-it, let's go to bed and really have us a good fuck."
The other man was sitting at the table finishing eating breakfast. He looked at Pat with avid interest, unmasked lust burning in his eyes.
"Heyyy," the eating man drawled, "where have you been hiding, little girl? Carl said there was another one of you. but he didn't say that you were such a knockout."
"Thank you," Pat responded to the compliment with a charming smile and an involuntary blush, "but I haven't been hiding, I've been sick."
"How do you feel now, hon?" Betty asked, turning to face Pat after the man had pulled his softening cock from her cunt and stepped away.
"I feel much better, Mom. I was really sick--believe me-but I'm fine now."
"Good," the seated man said, rising and reaching for Pat, "come on, let's fuck."
"Go on out into the living room, I'll be there in a minute," Pat said, stepping out of reach. "I want to talk to Mom for a couple of minutes."
"Both of you get out of here and give the others a chance to eat," Betty said. "Pat and I will be right out. Sit down, dear."
Pat and Betty sat down as the two men left the room.
"I'm sorry I've been so difficult, Mom," Pat said, as soon as they were alone, "but I've really been sick-I was miserable."
"I know, dear," Betty said, "your father was the one accusing you of play-acting. He would have forced you to do it, sick or well, if I hadn't stopped him. Uhhh-are you-uhhh ready now?"
"Oh yes, Mom, I've been ready from the start-it's just that I didn't feel like it. Now I can hardly wait-I'm so hot I'm about to die."
"Good, you won't be disappointed. These fellows are terrific, they never get enough. Sometimes I don't even miss Brock so badly."
"Miss Brock? Where is he?"
"Carl found out about us-caught us in the act. He and Brock had a big fight, and Carl fired him-dared him to ever try to see me again. Of course he gave me hell, too. I don't think there'll be much left of our marriage when this is over, so I figure that I might as well enjoy myself now."
Sneaking a peek at her watch, and feigning more interest than she felt, Pat asked excitedly, "Which one of them is the best-which one should I start with?"
"Oh they're all good," Betty replied. "Chuck, the one who asked you in here, has the biggest cock and is the most long-winded. He's got about ten inches, and can fuck for a solid hour without coming. I'd advise you to take on a couple of the others to get you loose and juicy before you let Chuck at you."
"How about the one who was fucking you when I came in," Pat asked, feeling uncomfortable talking to her mother like this. "He's cute."
"You mean Robert. He's good for lots of times-one right after the other-but each time only lasts about five minutes. He's got a big dick, though, and he comes like a fountain. After he shoots a couple of his eruptions into you, you can take on a stud horse and never notice it."
"Oh wow, I can hardly wait. Look how wet my crotch is, just from thinking about it," Pat grinned, standing to show her mother the widening, dark stain at her clearly defined cunt.
"Well, get out of those clothes and let's join the party," Betty said, getting up from the table. "The other two girls and I have a week's head start on you. Ill bet that we are all already pregnant."
"Sure, Mom, I'm ready to play catch up," Pat said cheerfully, "but I've got to go to the bathroom-I'm about to wet in my pants. Ill undress in there, take a quick shower, and join you all in about ten minutes. You go ahead, and tell those studs to save some energy and a whole lot of come for me."
Turning and hurrying into the bathroom off the back bedroom, Pat looked back over her shoulder to see Betty's big, soft, roundly sloping ass disappear into the living room. Hesitating for only a moment, she dashed quietly back out through the kitchen, eased the back door open, and sneaked out, closing the door softly behind her.
Breathing a whooshing sigh of relief, Pat ran as fast as she could across the Felton's huge, well-manicured backyard. She let herself out the back gate, ran across two more well-kept suburban lawns, and let out a whoop of joyous laughter as she saw Tom Hayden sitting behind the wheel of his Plymouth Fury, waiting right where she had told him to meet her.
After a breathless, tongue-probing, long-held kiss of greeting, she pulled her mouth reluctantly away.
"Get. the hell out of here," she commanded briskly, happily. "I've got the cabin keys in my pocket. Darling, we are going up into the mountains, and fuck ourselves to death."