Chapter 9

Armed with a Bloody Mary, Fern patrolled the hallway outside the guest room. She was nervous, waiting for the messenger to arrive from her attorney's office with the Power of Attorney form to be signed, and the muted sounds from behind the guest-room door did nothing to dispel this nervousness.

Her husband was in there, making out with her niece. There was no question about the fact that he'd succeeded in fucking the beautiful blonde virgin, and at the moment, it sounded as if he was furthering Mary's sexual education still more. Fern wished she was in the room with them, seeing the two beautiful young people together, joining them, but that was not a part of her plan. There was money involved, and that took precedence over sex, at least at the moment. Later, when she'd gotten Mary to sign over her inheritance, there might be no end to the fun and games she could have at the expense of the sanctimonious little bitch who had somehow lured her into a lesbian experience.

Robert came and went from the apartment. She could hear his voice with Lucy's, and she could hear the front door close behind them. It was a relief that they were gone. Now only the servants were in the apartment, and they could be trusted to obey her and stay in their rooms. She went on pacing the hall, sipping her drink, pausing at the guest-room door from time to time to listen at it. She heard the faint sound of the shower running, and then that was interrupted by the door chimes. She hurried to answer it, and was very pleased to find it was the messenger boy with the blank form. He ogled her as she took it from him, even though she had dressed severely for her confrontation with Mary. She had on a black velvet robe, long-sleeved, long-skirted, and high-necked. Black velvet-covered buttons ran down the front of it. He dark hair was brushed out, and she wore no make-up save for a bit of lipstick. She looked properly gaunt and pale, as if she was in mourning, but still the messenger boy ogled her. She closed the door on him, and with the form in the pocket of her robe, went grimly smiling to the guest room.

Fern opened the door very quietly. An electric tingle ran through her at the sight of Mitch standing beside the rumpled bed, quite naked, smiling down at Mary adrninistering to his big, stiff cock. The beautiful young blonde was on her knees before him, her eyes closed, her mouth open, and her cheeks sunken in from the suction she was exerting on Mitch's cock. With one hand, she held the shaft of it, although it was so stiff that it needed no support whatsoever, beyond that of her moving lips. With the other hand, she was clutching at the calf of his leg, pulling his shin harder against her crotch. She was rocking rhythmically on her knees, her golden tresses gently swinging, those gorgeous breasts more heavily swinging, her mouth moving on his cock and her cunt rubbing against his leg. She looked as if she was enjoying this sex act every bit as much as Mitch was. The tingle that Fern had first felt settled in her cunt, and she had to ignore it.

"Oh, no!" Fern cried, and covering her face with her hands, she pretended to collapse against the door-jamb.

Mitch's head jerked around, and he winked. Mary's eyes opened slowly, rolled in Fern's direction, and widened. Her rocking motion stopped, and a deep pink flush came to her cheeks. She began to slip away from him. Her hands trailed off his body, his prick slipped out from between her lips and sprang up to bump her nose, and she collapsed on the floor, weeping.

The sobs of the beautiful tan-skinned blonde were bitter as she lay crumpled at the feet of Fern's husband, and she beat weakly at the floor with her fist. "What have I done?" she moaned. "What's come over me?"

Fern came forward, and signaling for Mitch to help her, took one of Mary's arms and lifted her to the bed. She was as limp as a sack of potatoes, but jerking with her sobs. The married couple sat on either side of her, and Fern spoke in somber tones:

"Mary, I am so ashamed of you."

"It wasn't my fault," she blubbered, feebly trying to cover herself with the inadequate nightie. "I don't know what came over me. He-he made me do terrible things, and... and I don't know how he did it."

"Oh, you don't." said Ferm, most skeptically. "You don't know how he got you on your knees to suck his penis."

"No! I was just lying in bed, and then ... and then ... oh, I just want to die!"

'That's a very good act you're putting on, Mary," said Fern. "But I'm not buying it. I know you, Mary. I know you from last night. I know how you lured me into sinning with you, and now I'm glad that happened, because it proves to me that what's happened today wasn't Mitch's fault. You lured him into the room and you seduced him. That's very clear."

"No, it.wasn't that way!" the distraught girl insisted. "He came in here with my b-breakfast and he put his hands on me and he kissed me and he did . . . awful things to me. I couldn't stop him. I couldn't!"

"And so you got down on your knees and sucked him off. I see," said her aunt, turning to her husband. "Is that the way it was, Mitch?"

He took her cue. He said, "Sure, I touched her and kissed her, but not until after she'd got me so turned-on I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry it happened, Fern, but your niece is a very alluring girl, and I just couldn't help myself. I tried my best to get away from her, but..." His voice trailed off.

"Don't lie," Mary said, looking up, her face tear-streaked. "Don't make me look any worse than I am. Go away. I never want to see you again. You're a liar and a rapist, and I hate you."

"You may hate him, but you certainly don't hate this," said Fern, and taking her niece's hand in hers, she guided it to Mitch's standing prick. She jerked away from it as if she'd been burned, shrinking from him and drawing closer to her aunt. Her aunt asked, "Mitch, did you fuck her as well?"

"Well, yes," he said, properly sheepish about it.

"And was she a virgin?"

"Hell, no. Virgins don't move like she did, and she certainly didn't bleed. Fern, I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am about this."

Mary began to splutter indignantly, and Fern reached across her to pat Mitch's knee and say, "It's all right, dear. I can forgive you for being seduced by her. To be honest with you, she seduced me last night too."

"No!" he said, genuinely shocked for a moment. Then he lifted Mary's face by her chin and said, "You're a busy little cunt, aren't you? That holier-than-thou attitude you put on makes a pretty good cover for a nymphomaniac, doesn't it?"

"Don't you touch me!" she cried, trying to beat at him with her fists. "It wasn't my fault. None of it was. Something just came over me and I. . . I don't know what happened."

"This came over you," he said, and drew her hand to his cock.

Fern smiled at him in encouragement, and Mary frantically tried to draw away from it again, because within her she felt that what they'd said was true, that she did indeed have the mark of the nymphomaniac on her and that she might lose control of herself again. He held her palm against it while she struggled, trying to cover her very shameful near-nudity, and trying to protest. The hot, hard flesh she was touching was now totally abhorrent to her, though only minutes before she'd been sucking on it with complete abandon.

He laughed and bore her over on her back, and there he pinned her down with his body as he kissed her, his prick hard against her belly. She went on fighting, never so mortified in her life, and she heard her aunt say, "The oversexed little tramp, she can't be trusted. How in the world am I going to keep her out of trouble during the next few weeks, and how in the world is she going to keep herself out of trouble once she's on her own?"

Mary tried to declare that she wasn't a tramp, but Mitch's mouth was covering hers, he had her pinned down, and that cock of his was insistently pressing against her. She actually felt like a tramp at the moment, still fighting against him, but having those feelings of deep yearning again. She managed to twist her head away from the kiss.

"Let me up! Let me explain! Oh, just let me get dressed and get out of here!"

"To where?" said her aunt, bending over her. "To the first man you meet, so he can fuck you out of your inheritance? Or to the first woman you meet, so you can seduce her and squander everything you have on her? Oh, no. You're staying right here."

"Did she really seduce you, Fern?" Mitch asked with interest, still busily engaged in holding the struggling girl down and roving his hands over her hot, scantily-clad body.

"Why, I couldn't fight her off!" Fern said, adding to Mary's confusion and shame. "She was like an animal after me. It was more a rape than a seduction. You know how strong these f armgirls are."

"I didn't! I didn't mean to. Stop that. Please! Just let me up and let me go!" Mary cried, with the terrible itch between her legs starting up again.

"I owe it to your dead mother to keep you here," said Fern, "and that's what I intend to do. I have a paper for you to sign which will insure you're staying here, and by God, girl, you're going to sign if or I'll see to it that you're committed."

"What're you talking about? Let me go," Mary said, trying to jam her thighs together to expell Mitch's intruding hand. He found her mouth again with his, and then it was even harder to understand what her aunt wanted of her.

"I'm talking about a paper you have to sign that will guarantee you'll be a good girl while you're living with me. This paper," said Fern, and Mary caught a glimpse of it past the curly head bending over her.

"What is it?" she panted, freeing herself of the unwanted and yet very stirring kiss. "Let me read it. Papa's attorneys said I shouldn't do anything without telling them... OOOOOH!" Her aunt's hand burrowed under her fanny and up into the crack of her ass, forcing Mary to throw herself atop Mitch in her efforts to escape it. There Mitch caught her in his strong arms and kissed her again, and she helplessly thrashed about on his muscular body, on his terrifically engorged cock, while the hand probed and poked at her.

"Never mind your attorneys. I know what's good for you here now. Will you sign it? Will you?" Fern asked, digging deeper with her fingers, lustfully enjoying the spectacle of the confused and innocent girl squirming frenetically between her hand and her husband's body. The little nightie she'd dressed her niece in the night before was now soiled and wrinkled, and up around her waist, exposing her classically contoured buttocks, jiggling and bouncing on both sides of Fern's hand. Her hand was deep and low between them, probing at the silken wet flesh of her cunt, as well as at the sensitive tissues of her sphincter. She was kicking futilely with one leg, and Mitch had the other imprisoned in a grapevine hold with his leg. Fern couldn't help but envy the feelings of that glorious young body squirming frantically on top of his. "Will you sign it? Will you, Mary? It's for your own good."

"Mmmph! Yes, but let me read it!"

Mitch found her lips again, and now Fern turned very smooth in her persuasions. She nestled closer to the addled girl, covering her rump with a velvet-covered leg and warmly massaging her back, and she spoke close to her very pink ear: "No need to read it, dear. It's all in legal language that you wouldn't understand. Just trust me and sign it, and then everything will be all right, and we'll all? be best of friends again. Will you do that for me? Then 111 forgive you, dear."

She managed to nod her head, and Fern then had to speak harshly to Mitch before he'd release her. He still didn't let her go all the way, for her was obviously more than just a little aroused by it all. He let her sit up, and he continued to use his hands on her back and on her tummy while Fern produced a pen from the night table and held the Power of Attorney form for the weeping and thoroughly aroused girl to put her name to.

A new kind of excitement came to Fern as the girl took the pen in hand. With one hand on Mary's leg and the other on the small of her back, Mitch was keeping Mary's excitement at the proper fever pitch, and Fern helped him by stroking her warm, slightly moist back through the thin nylon. Her signature would be understandably shaky, but it would suffice, and Fern's excitement grew with each letter that was added to it. As she scrawled her name, Mary's tear-filled eyes flitted to the big erect prick at her side, and there was both fear and desire in those eyes. Fern snatched the form away and put it in her pocket the moment it was signed.

"Now let me alone," Mary said, and covering her face with her hands, began to weep in earnest.

Mitch gave Fern a pleading look, and she smiled and began opening the buttons on her robe. She said in a warm, husky voice, "You're in no condition to be left alone now, dear. If we left you now, you'd just masturbate, and you know that isn't good for you. You need help, Mary, and we're going to give it to you. Isn't that right, Mitch?"

"You just bet it is," he said squeezing the girl's ass.

"Leave me alone! I just want to get dressed and leave!"

"Whoever heard of a nympho wanting to get dressed?" Mitch laughed, and reached for her crotch.

Mary struggled more furiously than ever, and Fern watched her with amusement as she continued to open her robe. Now there was near-hysteria showing in Mary's eyes as she fought weakly at Mitch's hands and looked apprehensively, yet compulsively, back and forth from Mitch's prick to Fern's perfectly-made breasts. A burgeoning lust was upon Fern now. She hated her niece for her youth and her natural beauty, and she looked forward with surprising gusto to thoroughly destroying whatever remained of her innocence.

"Mitch," she said, peeling the black velvet robe off her alabaster shoulders, fully baring her hard-crested tits, "have you ever seen a lesbian making love to another woman?"

"Just in some dirty movies,'* he replied with a leer, tearing Mary's nightie now in his successful attempts to fondle her breasts and loins simultaneously.

"You're going to see it now," she said, laying open the robe about her on the badly rumpled bed. "It's what Mary wants, and I'm going to be good to her and give it to her." Smirking, she took Mary by the shoulders and said, "Kiss me. Kiss me as you did last night, so Mitch can see what you really are." "No! No, I won't, and you can't make me-" CRACK! Without further ado, Fern slapped her niece sharply across the face, then swept her into her arms and kissed her full on the mouth. Stunned, the girl did not resist the pressure of her aunt's soft, open mouth, and when Fern thrust her tongue into that innocent mouth, a mewing groan escaped from Mary's throat and her struggles diminished.

There were two pairs of hands on her now, and those plus the warmly scented wetness of the kiss were altogether too much to resist. She felt as if she'd been fighting this losing battle forever, and now she almost welcomed defeat, and the wonderful peace that it would bring. She was being pushed over backwards again, very slowly, by the pressure of her aunt's warm, soft body. She was about to topple backward into the horizontal position that was made for sin, and all she could now do to try to resist her fall was to weakly grasp at her aunt's body. Her hands encountered the velvety smooth flesh of Fern's waist. They kneaded that flesh and she was gone, flat on her back, her arms about the wickedly wonderful woman who knew her inner desires so well, sucking hungrily on her tongue while her legs came open to the pressures of her uncle's hands.

"Mmmmm." Fern purred against her lips. "I might learn to like sex with girls. But it'd be better if you learned to like sex with boys." She resumed the kiss before Mary could protest, further stirring her by massaging her aching breasts in exactly the way she'd wanted.

"She seemed to like sex well enough with me," she heard Mitch say from afar, and she had to open her legs to allow him greater access to her sodden slit, and to the madly itching love bud that throbbed for his touch. "I think she's bisexual, Fern. I think she swings both ways. I know I would if I was a chick. Especially if I was a nympho like her."

Fern quit the kiss and said, "I think you're right, dear. But I'm sure she has a preference, one way or the other. Shall we see? Shall we see who she prefers to kiss these gorgeous tits of hers?"

"Please don't," Mary panted, as together they rucked up her nightie to get at her aching, yearning breasts, but by then there was no conviction at all in her protest.

She lay on the bed with her arms spread out, pinned under each of them, and her feet on the floor, completely without defense. Her breasts were at their disposal. They mauled and kneaded them, and it felt wonderful, but not nearly so wonderful as when each of her nipples, swollen to bursting, was taken in a warm, wet mouth, and tickled with a tongue. She could feel that tickling clear,down to her cunt, which was now bereft of the touch that it so badly needed. Never had she imagined that her breasts could have such fantastic sensitivity. It became far more than a tickling. It was a deep warmth that spread through ev- ery part of her, making the itch between her legs truly maddening, and making her entire body cry out for more of their kisses, more of their touch.

She moaned and thrashed and panted, fighting a new kind of battle now to get her arms free so that she could scratch and claw at her cunt, her burning, gushing cunt. Their bodies held her fast and her arms would not come free, but at least she succeeded in encircling each of their necks and hugging their hot, sucking mouths harder against her tits.

Then a hand began snaking down to her cunt. She didn't know whose it was, but she welcomed it, and planting her feet firmly on the floor, thrust up her hips from the bed and panted, "Yes! Touch me there! Hurry! Ahhhhh..."

She moaned with relief when the fingers reached their goal. They delved and dug, plucked and poked, seeking and rinding the most needful areas of her exploding cunt. She was panting so heavily by then that she could give them no oral encouragement, but then none was necessary as the fingers and the mouths sent her shooting up, up, up in a giddy ascent toward those unimaginably sweet delights she'd only recently come to know as the most blissful experience in all the world.

And this time it wasn't going to stop. Not ever. "Jesus, look at her come!" Mitch said. "She really goes for your finger-fucking, Fern.". .

"She's quite insane with it. But let's see how she'll react to your cock, darling. D'you want to be fucked now, Mary dear?"

"My tits. Suck me more," she gasped, so transported to delight by their mouths and by the fingers in her cunt that she was sure that nothing could surpass this.

"Oh, Mitch will make you come even harder with his big beautiful cock," Fern said. "And while he's doing that, I'll let you make me come. Would you like that?"

"Come," she moaned. "Wanna come, come, commme!"