Chapter 9
Jane joined her mother and brother on the bed and the three sat with their eyes on Abe and Jerry. Jerry found a pair of slacks and a shirt in the closet and tried them on. They fit well enough and Jane was surprised by the strange way her father's clothes transformed him back into just an ordinary man. There wasn't that much so special about Jerry, she realized. He was just a man, a fairly good-looking, ordinary man.
But she also understood where he excelled, and that's what impressed her the most. She never would have guessed, never would have selected him under other circumstances. But he had given her a lesson, an example to go by. Birds with the drabbest feathers soar to the greatest heights while the exotic, colorful birds always seem to be doomed to the ground.
She looked at Tim. He was another example. Freckle-faced, a nose slightly larger than desired, a crooked, silly grin. But he had proven himself an eagle, an unequalled man. She grinned, the two men who had forcefully intruded into their lives were now dressing to go. But they were leaving behind their most valuable lesson, Timothy.
Beth hugged her arms around her two children. They were like new people to her, stronger, different. Certainly things would never be the same again but they had proven themselves stronger than the men who had tried to destroy them. She was proud of her son and daughter, very proud.
Jane had displayed a few characteristics which Beth was shocked by, her aggressiveness her seeming willingness to let the men do what they wanted. But Beth had to admit she had reacted the same way, she had put up only enough battles to lay her conscience to rest. Then she had wholeheartedly received the men. Yes, she and her daughter were very much alike when it came to the uncontrollable forces inside their bodies.
Her eyes drifted to the lap of her son-at last his petrified cock was relaxing. It had climaxed several times and still stayed stiff due to his youthful energy. But he showed a maturity far and above his years by swallowing his damaged pride and not forcing the two intruders into a violent confrontation. That would have been a stupid, immature act.
Tim stared at Abe trying to stuff his legs into a pair of his father's pants. They were too small for the thick thighs and full ass. Abe tossed them away and grabbed his own prison clothes. Tim kept from smiling, but what he saw pleased him, he had the black numbers stenciled to the back of each shirt memorized. They were long numbers but he knew he would not forget them, not for a long time.
Jerry was right; they'd get caught eventually and sent back to the prison. Tim would wait. Tim knew they'd probably have years added to their sentences, whether or not what they had done to him and his family was ever reported. By the time either man was released he would be full grown, a man himself, a man after satisfaction. It would be easy to keep tabs on them by remembering the numbers ... remembering until the day they walked from the prison with their debt to society paid.
That's when they'd pay their debt to his family.
He looked at his mother, then at his sister. They were good, decent women. They had sustained the constant assault with strength, courage, spirit. Tim still felt guilt about not having been around when he was needed, but he also knew he would have years to make that up to Jane and Beth. Years of making sure their every whim and desire was completely fulfilled.
Abe finished tying his shoes and stood up with a grunt. His half-shut eyes glanced at the trio on the bed and he said, "What about them? We just gonna leave them sitting there? What if they go for the police."
"There's no phone," Jerry answered.
"Yeah, but there's that jalopy outside! What if that kid decides to drive to a phone booth?"
Jerry looked at Tim and concluded the young man wouldn't pass up the chance to cause them trouble. He said, "Tim, I want the car keys."
"Great!" Abe bellowed. "We'll drive to the city!"
Tim saw a flicker of regret in Jerry's eyes as Abe made the announcement. "The keys are in my pants hanging on the hook on the closet door."
Beth's head slowly shook. Tim might have proven himself to be a man but when it came to hanging his clothes upright it never failed ... he managed to remind her of the boy. Jerry fumbled in the pants and found the keys, he slipped them into his own pocket and said, "I'll leave the car where it'll be found."
"Horsehit," said Abe. "Then they'll know where we went!"
"Don't worry about it," Jerry sighed.
Abe peered out the window at the hot-rod and asked, "Does the thing run?"
"Yes," replied Tim.
"Looks like a car that'll be easy to spot ... "
He turned to Jerry. "Maybe we should tie them up, or lock them in a closet, we might have trouble getting very far in that heap ... "
"I said don't worry about it!" Jerry snapped. He was at the end of his rope fed up with Abe. Taking the car would mean even more miles of travel together, more hours of the crude stupidity and foolish delays.
Abe was too tired to argue, "Okay, okay but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Come on, let's go," Jerry said.
But Abe was staring at Beth. A warm smile came to his face as he said, "Baby, your little asshole is something I'll never forget."
Beth didn't respond. Jane's head lifted and she frowned at the last insult. But Abe wasn't going to leave her out, he snickered and said to Jane, "Your asshole wasn't bad either, kid. But, I got to admit your mommy's was a gas."
"Abe, let's go!" Jerry said from the door way.
But Abe was busy. He reached down an grabbed Beth's ankle, then he lifted it up until her legs stretched into an open vee. Her pink anus was exposed between the mellow cheeks of her ass. "See? See how tight her asshole is. I pumped a ton of jism inside her ass and none of it's dripped out yet. Now that's tight, she's hiding it in there for later tonight ... "
"You filthy slob ... " Jane mumbled.
"Hah! Now before I go I want to see you face down there getting that cream out of her, I want you to eat your mother's asshole clean!"
"Abe! Dammit!" Jerry snapped."
Abe looked up with a venomous stare. "Go out and start the damned car! I know you won't run off and leave me behind with your buddies here! I'll be out real soon."
Jerry cursed and stomped from the room. Abe grinned at Jane and hissed, "Did you hear me? I told you to suck out your mom's asshole!"
A defeated whimper came from Jane as she bent down and felt the smooth texture of her mother's thigh against her cheek. She moved her face into the warmth of the crotch and smelled the ripeness of Beth's semen-dripping organs. The meat of her mother's ass trembled as Jane's wet lips kissed toward the small pink hole.
Beth closed her eyes in humiliation as Jane's hot tongue glided back and forth across her anus to soothe and relax it. Then came the full, mushing pressure and gentle oozing of the limber tongue as it comfortably slid a short way inside. Jane tasted the cream Abe was boasting about, it was warm from the cooking heat of Beth's insides.
A tiny trickle managed to leak free and find its way to Jane's lips. She sucked and tasted the flavor of her mother's delicious asshole. The tongue lurched inward, Beth gasped, it felt so wonderful to have the softness caressing the tender, inflamed tissues. Then Jane's lips pushed into Beth's ass crack until they were against the anus. Beth felt the feverish suction of her daughter's drinking mouth.
Jane drew oozing streams of the jism into her swallowing mouth as Abe worked her legs apart. He pointed at Tim and nodded. "You get your mouth down on her asshole too, boy. I want to see you make her as happy as she's making your mother."
Tim felt his rage build but held it back. Not now, not when they're just about gone, he told himself. His red hair was disheveled and he looked like a mere boy as he leaned into the open stretch of Jane's beautiful legs. But the boyishness stopped there, his tongue licked expertly in a wide sweep across the velvet luxury of her inner thighs, his mouth covered her red-lipped cunt and gave it a deep-driving kiss. Then he wiggled his wet tongue down to her waiting anus and circled the taut muscle.
Abe wasn't pleased by the lack of resistance. The punk went for her like a pro, he didn't protest or say a damned thing. He just drove into her snatch like it belonged to him. As Tim's hot tongue peeled back Jane's tingling anus and eased inside Abe swallowed, he envied the boy, he wished he had the luck to be loved and treasured by two such beautiful women.
Jane's hips hungrily washed to each side as Tim's tongue speared to full depth inside her twitching asshole. She drew hard an the sweet tissue of her mother's ass and found more of the spicy cream.
Beth was taking long, slow breaths of air as she felt her ass being washed so thoroughly. When Abe reached dawn and lifted her chin in his hand she stared at him with bliss-filled eyes. He frowned and shrugged, "I think you three have enjoyed this more than I have," he said.
Beth smiled. It was a smile of ultimate victory. The big brute was right. He was a clod of a man, stupid, disgusting, vile, but in his foolish way he had given her and her children something they could keep for the rest of their lives ... happiness and contentment. And it took an insensitive, crude, animal to make them find it in each other.
She didn't wait far him to tell her. Beth reached out and circled Tim's limber prick with her hand. She stroked at the smooth looseness and watched it draw tight. The tongue was now highly active in her ass, it was flicking everywhere, stabbing excitement and passion into her body.
Abe sadly watched as Beth parted her full, soft mouth and brought it wetly down onto Tim's flared cockhead. The long, limber prick disappeared deep into her clinging lips as she dipped down deep enough to bury her nose in the red pubic hair. Tim's youthful hips lifted up with happiness.
The chain was complete, they were joined. Tim wallowed in the warm moisture of Jane's writhing rump and felt how gentle the round cushions of her backside felt sliding across his cheeks. His tongue moved limberly in and out of her squeezing hole to lick against the mucus-lined walls and trace the tender pinkness of the twitching ring.
Jane's mouth moved from Beth's contracting anus to the tasty slickness of her ripe snatch. Her mouth collapsed around the red lips and into the brown hair to engulf the heaving gash with the salivating strokes of her twisting tongue. Jane used her fingers to part her mother's cunt lips before pressing against the inflamed clitoris with her whipping tongue.
Beth's grasping mouth pulled up with powerful friction, drawing at Tim's shivering spike until the spongy head plopped free. Then her tongue led the twisting way down the rock-hard column until digging with loving caresses into the looseness of the red-haired scrotum. Her lips kissed the lumpy sac before sucking the fleshiness inside. His sac grew tight, one oval slid like a piece of candy into the gentle suction of her working mouth.
Tim opened his legs wide when he felt his mother's hands on his haughty rump. She soothed the round buns, then pushed them wide apart, his asshole was laid open to her curious gaze and velvet lips. Beth kissed the anxious hole then tickled across it with the tip of tongue. Tim's muscular rump tightened slightly, then she felt him relax. She jammed her tongue against the wadded anus until it suddenly seemed to reach out and pull her inside. His colon made a constricting ring of friction against the slow slide and pull of her thrilled tongue.
Beth started to heave spasmodically under Tim's face and her rump made small circles at his mouth. Tim starting using his tongue like a rasping file inside her ass until the undulations were a constant series of unfaltering movements. Her cunt was tightly squashed against his nose, sloshing, drooling, creaming hot milk onto his eating face.
"Mmmmmmm," Jane moaned inside her mother's trembling anus. She reached out blindly until her hand found one of Beth's pointing tits, it squeezed tight and felt the rigid nipple bubble with furious excitement and pressure.
Beth pulled away from the dripping backside of Tim long enough to gasp for fresh air before expressing her joy by pummeling down on his bright red prick. It smashed beautiful fullness into her gurgling throat and she twisted her head to grind on it with the friction of her neck.
Jane's twat flooded Tim's face until her passionate liquids coated his cheeks, mouth and chin. She shuddered with happy satisfaction as she felt the climax cleansing through her torso, as her nipples screamed for joy atop her rollicking, pitching breasts, as her long, limber legs lifted up to come down around the delightful head to hug it into her crotch.
Beth's head was like a bouncing ball atop Tim's thrilled dick. Her spewing box rippled from end to end as the bliss of the climax caused her asshole to chop at the fucking of Jane's blurring tongue. Jane lapped from asshole to clitoris to drink away the slick drips of happy juice. With little kisses she removed the glistening beads of the spraying mucus.
Both women heaved with the enjoyment of orgasms as the chain finally broke apart. Tim's long shaft was left untended as they wrapped their arms about each other and hugged tight, breasts mushing against breasts, hips writhing against hips, mouths kissing at each other with the fierceness of starvation.
Then they crawled to Tim and he had two sets of wet lips sliding against his meat, double tongues writhing like drunken snakes up and down. He drew a deep breath, his cock was overcome with the hot swipes and nipping lips, then the suction, a mouth on each side of his glans, each sucking in a different direction ... drawing his flared head into an even wider stance ...
"Ohhhhh," Tim sighed as he felt the coming pressure deep in his guts.
The women took their cue, Beth licked at his testicles until they were rolling furiously in their sac, Jane worked her mouth to wring the head of the prick as though it was a washrag.
"God, yessss ..." Tim groaned. "I'm going to do it again."
They shared his prick-head with their lips until the white eruption graced their mouths. Tongues reached down to scoop neatly at the spraying mushroom-head, to draw the valuable silver liquid away and inside their drinking throats. Tim's heart pounded and his face broke into a wide, happy grin.
Beth and Jane heard the laughing but didn't look up until they finished licking his crotch totally clean. Then with wondering eyes their heads lifted.
"He's gone," Tim announced. "He left without saying a word, probably halfway to the city by now."
"Thank God," Beth sobbed. "Oh, thank God."
Jane's eyes blinked as she faced the fact that she would never see Jerry again. She looked at Tim's receding cock and decided the departure of Geraldo was not going to be hard to take.
Tim got up and went to the window. "Hey! My car's still there! Maybe they didn't leave."
"What?" Beth fearfully asked.
Tim trotted into the front room and finally completely outside. Beth and Jane watched his nude body as he stared at the hood of the car and laughed hilariously. When he came back inside they both asked, "What is it? What's so funny?"
"They had trouble even before they got ten feet. They wrote in the dust on the hood ‘Won't start! Key in lake.'"
"They must have walked!" Jane cried.
Tim nodded. "I have another set of keys in the car. Do you think I should go for the police!"
Beth's face was serious for a moment of thought. Then she gave each child a long look. "Are any of us hurt?" she asked.
"No, not me," Jane answered.
"Me either," said Tim.
"Do either of you want to report them?"
"No," said Beth. "I'm just glad they're gone and we're safe."
"I don't care either," said Tim. He had his own plans, plans which would bear fruit with patience. "What about you, mom!"
"I'm just glad we're together, that's all."
Then she added, "Very together."
"But what about dad?" Jane asked, "He'll insist we call the police."
Beth laid back down on the bed and reached for her loving children to join her. "Yes, he will ... if we tell him."
"You mean not tell him?" Jane asked with surprise as she snuggled into Beth's arm, "It would only upset him."
"He'd never understand, would he?" Tim asked, "I mean about us in bed like this ... doing the things we do ..."
"No, he wouldn't," Beth said. For the first time in quite a while her thoughts turned to Martin. Martin, her husband, back home with his giant-titted little slut. Probably in bed with her right now ... if he only knew who she had been in bed with during his important business trip.
Tim squeezed himself between Beth and Jane, the soft tightness of their fresh skin rubbed against his, their arms circled his neck lovingly. "Then it's settled. We tell no one, not even dad when he gets back."
That afternoon Beth and her children were very busy cleaning the cabin, repairing the drapes, making sure all traces of Jerry and Abe were gone. Tim even washed the dust off his car to remove the desperate message.
As Martin Hale drove along the highway and watched for the turn toward the lake he passed a large man, walking slowly, his head drooped down. He kept going even though the character threw out his thumb to ask for a ride; Martin never picked up hitchhikers, He took little note of the fact that the highway patrol car following him pulled over to check the man out. His mind was on something else.
When Sherry got drunk she didn't miss a trick. That's why Martin had gotten her good and loaded the night before, she was like putty, anything he wanted he got. Only one drawback, when she's drunk she never shuts up. Martin figured it would be worth it. Then she started the 'marriage' talk, the little hints about him divorcing Beth and making their relationship one blessed by the church and sanctioned by the state.
Bullshit to that, was Martin's reaction. He may not have been totally thrilled with his marriage but he knew a good thing when he had it. No way ... he made the mistake of saying, "No, I can't bear to tell my wife."
"Oh, Beth?" Sherry giddily replied. "She knows."
"What?"
She burped and rolled seductively over on the bed. "She knows about us ... she's known for quite a while now."
"What the hell do you mean? How do you know that?" Martin stammered.
"I know because I told her," Sherry giggled.
"You what?"
Her fingers came to her lips as she sputtered "I phoned her up and told her. I was tired of deceiving her."
"You? You were tired? I'm the one deceiving her! Who the hell told you to call her?"
She sat up, the beige nipples and pure white breasts bouncing like fluffed pillows. "No one told me! I decided all on my own! After all I have my rights too!"
Martin found the turn and swerved onto the dirt road. He had almost given Sherry a right, a right in the chops. He remembered screaming and throwing her out like a crazy man ... hell, he was crazy, crazy to trust the dumb bitch. The car bumped along the road and he hoped something would come to him, some way to explain it all to Beth and let her know it would never happen again. That he was a changed man, that he begged her forgiveness.
Beth stood by the window watching Jane float on the lake atop the yellow air mattress. Only one thing was different, Jane wore a blue bikini and not a red one. The red one was beyond repair, but luckily Martin had no idea the blue one existed; if he noticed the change, Jane was going to say she had bought two.
Tim was nowhere to be seen, probably off fishing. With a warm smile on her face Beth wondered what to do about Martin and his big-titted girlfriend. It no longer mattered, Beth felt no jealousy or anger anymore. She had her own compensation for Martin's unfaithfulness, and he was free to do what he liked. She only hoped he wouldn't bring it up; Beth wished to avoid a scene.
Martin made the last turn on the road and saw the green grass meadow off to the right, then the cottage was straight ahead, Tim's car parked alongside. He pulled up and saw Jane out on the lake, still in that skimpy blue bikini, getting darker every day. As he turned off the ignition he paused, the explanation he hoped would come to him during the drive hadn't materialized. He only had one idea and it wasn't much.
"Hello, honey," he said to Beth as she greeted him at the front door.
Their mouths met and they hugged briefly. Beth pulled away and asked? "How was your trip?"
He grimaced. "Oh? it was all right. Dull. I couldn't wait to get back."
She shrugged.. "That's too bad. But you're back now and can enjoy yourself."
"Yeah," he said. Then he added very casually, "You know, I decided something."
"What?"
"I'm never going to let business interfere again. I mean with things like our vacations and our time off together. My family is too important to me to take it lightly, I should spend more time with my wife and kids."
"Oh? Was the trip that disappointing?"
He watched her face for any sign that she understood what he really meant. Her soft brown eyes told him nothing.
"The trip was a waste of time. Time I should have given to you and Beth and Tim. I'm sorry I left."
"Me too," Beth said. She hoped her eyes wouldn't give away the fact that she wasn't sorry at all, and she added, "But you're home now and everything is back to normal."
"Good."
Beth watched her husband as he went into the bedroom to change and a whimsical smile came over her face. She knew what he was up to-he had finally found out she knew about Sherry and was scared to death. Well, she'd never say a thing, never ... just let him stew. And if he proved true to his newly expressed intentions she might even reward him with something he'd have trouble finding very easily among the girls at the office ... something not every woman will do. And be able to do it an anus rated quite highly by a man who was familiar with such things.