Chapter 9
I arranged to leave by a Saturday afternoon flight. Destination: New York! I needed a good dose of squalor after my pastoral and suburban idylls and New York had never failed to bring me back to earth. Richard was happy to hear of, my departure plans but he did his best to hide it. "If ever you get in trouble let me know," he told me. "I'll always back you up."
That wasn't exactly an open invitation to come back and see them, but it was the friendliest gesture he'd made toward me in his life, and I appreciated it for that. Lora and Cindy weren't talking to me. I had thought Lora was the leader but I'd made a mistake; Cindy was the one who called the shots and she had decided that I wasn't a nice man. Diane offered to drive me to the airport and Jean immediately volunteered to come with her. Richard said he'd like to come but he had a lot of work to do and he knew I'd understand. And while I assured him that I did, I noticed that Diane and Jean were flashing each other semaphore messages using their eyelids. "Don't come!" Diane warned. "But I want to!" Jean batted back. "I'll get you for this!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Their facial expressions were priceless, a refined pantomime which hardly disturbed the social facade.
When I was packed and had taken my leave of Richard and the two younger daughters, I went out to the car and arrived just in time to hear Diane talking to Jean.
"Come on, tell your dad you felt ill suddenly and you can't go. I never ask anything from you, but this is important to me."
"No, Ma, I want to go along and see Uncle John off," said Jean.
"Listen, you little bitch!" hissed Diane, advancing with drawn claws, but then she saw me and her expression of hate turned into a big smile. "Ah John! All set to go, I see. Jean can't come, she's feeling ill."
"No I'm not," Jean said doggedly. "I'm all right, Uncle John, please let me come."
I wanted to refuse her. She had made the last few days at Richard's house miserable for me with her clinging, avid ways. That one fuck had opened her up, and even though she had gone on the threesome with her lesbian lover, she had come back dying for more. I was the one who had initiated her, and that meant I was chosen to make love to her in every possible way. It was a job. We could only meet in my room after midnight and then we had to be very covert about it. As a result I'd lost valuable hours of sleep and gained a few grey hairs.
But I knew better than to refuse her, "Why not?" I said with a shrug, and the girl was quick to get into the car first so she could sit between me and Diane. I saw my sister-in-law turn red with anger and I felt much the same way. If I hadn't been afraid that Jean would snitch I would have thrown her out on her ear. As it was I decided to be cool and I got into the passenger seat quietly. Diane took the wheel and we drove out of the driveway at breakneck speed.
For a mile or two none of us said a word. Diane drove way too fast, squealed the tires, muttered under her breath, and finally she couldn't hold it in any longer. "You nasty little bitch!" she spat at her daughter. "You know damn well why I wanted to be alone with your uncle. But do you care? No, you don't care a hoot about me."
"I don't understand, Ma, what's the big deal?"
"Jesus Christ!" Diane slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a skidding halt by the side of the road. We were out of the suburbs now, in the middle of some farm country, but a few cars had to maneuver rapidly to avoid us just the same. "I'm sorry about this, John, I didn't mean it to come out that way. It's just that for the weeks you've been with us I've longed to get into bed with you, and it seems as if every opportunity was knocked for a cocked hat as soon as it arose. I mean—it isn't fair!" She started to cry.
"Get out of the way," I said to Jean. She saw the look in my eyes and promptly slipped over the back of the seat to make way for me. I took Diane in my arms and comforted her as best I could. We had an hour or so before the plane was due to leave and my mind raced around in tight circles trying to think of some place where we could consummate our long friendship. I hadn't seen any motels so far and doubted if there were many in the vicinity. But I knew that I wanted Diane as much as wanted me, and that made me more resourceful than usual.
I made her sit in the passenger seat and I got behind the wheel. A small dirt track ran off the main road and led into a clearing by the side of a lake. Some bulldozers were parked nearby and a big sign announced that a motel was to be built on this site. They were going to be too late for us. "Take a walk," I told Jean.
"Where to?" she said.
"Anywhere, I don't know." She really was a nasty little bitch. "For all I care you can stay in the car, but get out of the back seat." Diane didn't seem to care either. She was too intent on getting her wish, and there was something vindictive about the way she let herself flop onto the back seat, with her legs open and her skirts about the tops of her thighs. I got in the back with her, and Jean, obdurate as ever, went and sat in the front seat. She pulled a magazine out of the glove compartment and pretended to read it. Diane and I faced each other like two gladiators, so full of desire to attack that we were trembling.
Twenty-one years had passed by since I had jerked off over her image, and now that she was finally in my arms I felt as though we'd hit upon a time warp. Her lips were as soft and sweet as I had imagined them to be, her breasts as spongy and warm. We kissed for a long time, our tongues entwining, our hands roving over each other's body in detail. Her hand reached in between my legs and stroked my cock, taking it from a half erection to a fully fledged one in a matter of seconds, and then she smiled happily and pushed me back.
"I've been waiting so long to do this," she said huskily. "All those lonely nights when I had nothing to do but dream, I'd always get around to you somehow, and then I'd plan my seduction of you step by step. And this is how I always began."
"What a coincidence," I said, watching her undo my fly and extricate my cock. "That's exactly how all my fantasies about you began."
"I expected nothing else," she murmured. Her face was so near to my cock that her warm breath brushed along my glans. Her lips touched it and moved down along the shaft as if to get rid of the last wrinkles, and then, with a sigh that came from her heart, she sank her mouth over my cock and swallowed it all in one go.
"Ma!" exclaimed Jean. The girl was leaning over the back of the seat and staring at this amazing exhibition of sword-swallowing. "What are you doing!"
"Shut up and watch," I said. "You might learn something." Diane must have rehearsed this scene in real life as well as in her imagination, because she gave my cock a going over that had me squirming all over the back seat! Her tongue, her lips, her teeth, all went into action like a disciplined corps of Prussians, attending to my every penile need and unearthing a few new ones to boot. Her blonde hair fell down over the scene like a golden curtain and tickled my belly erotically, but then she brushed it out of the way and let her daughter see exactly what she was doing to me. It was spite on Diane's part at first, but that was forgotten as the pleasure of sucking cock made her do it for me and whoever wanted to see her. Jean looked on, too stunned to talk, and I watched through half-closed eyes as Diane gave my cock everything she had.
"Strip," she said suddenly. "I can't wait to see you naked again, John."
We undressed quickly, awkward in the narrow space but driven on by a great lust. Her body appeared before me with all the impact of the first time, those big, tanned jugs sagging under their own weight, the brown nipples hard and big, her belly full and her hips carrying excess pounds, her thighs so big that they pushed against each other when she had her legs together. But what a woman she was! Sex exuded from every pore, her breasts filled me with a longing to be weaned again, her thighs were as inviting as a bomb shelter in a blitz, but best of all was her desire for me. Her eyes sparkled, she was eager for me, and that made my cock as hard as a rock all by itself.
We fell naked into each other's arms and kissed, torridly. Her big tits pressed into my chest and her pussy moved up over one of my thighs so that she could rub it against me and get us both even higher. I felt the warmth of her loins and the wetness of her cunt, and I realized that here was a woman's cunt, one that wouldn't taste insipid, one that would secrete the juices to wash the taste of her daughters away. It was a struggle to get into the correct position, but we ended up with her cunt in my face and her face swallowing my cock.
Her cunt hovered over me like a big bird, swollen and furry, the pinkness showing through, with the puckered flesh of her asshole above, and the flowing mounds of her cheeks. I was on the point of overdosing on her womanliness and my hands didn't know where to begin. By the time Diane had my entire cock down her throat I was still tentatively pecking at her pussy and caressing her ass without much direction. But it didn't take me long to get my bearings. My thumbs peeled open her cunt and my tongue moved directly to the source of her nectar. And as she sucked and licked I just sucked. The juice oozed out of her in a rich flow and my taste buds gave it a standing ovation. I was wallowing in her, at sea in all that flesh and hair, those big thighs and solid cheeks, the pink flaps of her inner cunt, the strong mingling of odors and fragrances, and the sounds she made as she sucked my cock. It was all too much; I had to take a break now and then just to keep on breathing!
It was during a breather that I noticed Jean was no longer content to be a spectator. She had taken off her clothes and now sat on the backrest with her feet on the back seat. She was bent over double under the low roof, both her' hands lodged securely between her legs. The girl was masturbating and staring shamelessly, and it was then that I remembered my fantasy of making love to both women at the same time.
"Look at your daughter," I said. "Haven't you taught her any manners yet?"
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Diane, looking up from my cock. "What do you think you're doing, girl?" Jean didn't answer, and her mother just shook her head and went back down on me. And since her back was turned I motioned Jean to come closer. She squatted next to me on the floor and rested with her back against the door so she had easier access to her cunt. But I took her hands away and tucked my own hand in between her thighs to fondle her pussy while I sucked on her mother's. This was heaven, I thought, it couldn't get any better! The cunt in my hand was as wet as the one in my face, and both of them were very similar in size and shape. I fingered and tweaked, licked and sucked, and at the same time I was getting the blow job of the year by the woman who'd been featured in my wet dreams for years! Life couldn't reach a much higher peak. Or so I thought. But then I saw Jean's hand go up to her mother's ass, and when she began to caress those big buns I knew there was more room at . the top! I had to close my eyes and think of something else to contain myself, but as soon as I had reached a stable level I looked again. Diane didn't know it was Jean touching her ass and I wanted her to remain unaware of it. I never thought Jean would go that far!
"Suck it harder, baby," I groaned, kissing her cunt in between words. "Oooohh yeahhhh, that's beautiful, nobody does it like you, lick it now, lick it up and down and don't forget my balls, yes, yes, oh that's great!" Diane responded to my flattering words with zeal and that gave me all the more time to watch as Jean stroked her mother's ass and gradually worked her way down to the split between the big cheeks. Jean looked at me and I looked at her, and both of us understood that she had to do this and that I had to watch. Without Diane noticing it I moved my face back from her cunt and let her daughter take over. It wasn't easy, but we were desperate enough to achieve anything in that cramped space. The girl sat on her knees on the floor and clung to a strap by the window to lift herself up and around, and she managed to kiss her mother's cunt without any other part of her body touching her.
My head spun and my balls were in a terrible tumult. Jean ate her mother with verve and skill, licking her just right, lapping her juice up as thirstily as I had, and rimming her as well. My cock was growing to an improbable length! And yet I kept fingering Jean's tight pussy and squeezing Diane's big, pendulous tits even though that threatened to overload my circuits.
"Come on, John, make love to me," groaned Diane. We had to scramble again. Diane stayed on all fours, but Jean moved out of the way and I climbed on board. She lowered her ass as soon as I had shoved my cock up her and I wrapped my arms about her so that my hands were on her tits, and that's the way we began to fuck. Diane pumped down, I pumped up, and that delicious big ass of hers slapped against my thighs each time I impaled her. Her tits wobbled about in my hands, her hair was fragrant in my face, and her strangled cries of ecstasy rang through the car. But after a few minutes of this neither of us could take the cramped conditions any longer. "Let's do it outside," she urged, and without another word we got out of the car and she leaned over with her feet on the grass and both hands gripping the edge of the back seat. "Jean!" she cried as she saw her daughter watching avidly. "Turn around!"
Jean shook her head and got out on her side of the car. She walked around just in time to see me aiming my cock at her mother's ass and pushing it up her with one slurping thrust; and as soon as Diane got lost in the erotic melee Jean pressed in against my back and rubbed her pussy against my ass as if she was preparing to fuck me. But her hands reached around me and came to rest on Diane's ass again. The only trouble was, mine were there already. It bewildered Diane to feel two pairs of hands squeezing and kneading her, and if she hadn't been climaxing so much she might have checked to see exactly what was going on, As it was she went on crying and crooning and shaking her ass while I drove home every pounding thrust and Jean squeezed her buns and my balls.
It was a supremely satisfying fuck, and it would have been great even if Jean hadn't been present to ice the cake. A woman like Diane could make me a lot happier than Tazu or Jean or anyone I'd ever known. As we drove the rest of the way to the airport, dressed again, respectable on the surface, I kept thinking about that. Perhaps we were predestined lovers, perhaps Richard hadn't open in the script at all! In that case we should run away together. Jean could drive the car back and tell Richard the news. The practical details were solved. I had the money for another plane ticket. I could even afford a good apartment for the two of us!
"Why don't you come with me?" I said to her as we turned into the airport entrance. "I really want to spend a lot more time with you."
"Fly to New York, now?" she asked.
"Yes, why not? We could do all the things we've dreamed of doing, we could make up for lost time! Come on, Diane, get on the plane with me."
"With you? How much time do you want to spend with me?"
"My whole life, I don't know! Forever!"
"That's so nice of you to say but ... no, I can't. Perhaps I'll take a vacation in New York, or you'll come back to our place." I couldn't believe she'd turned me down. Still in a state of shock I kissed Jean and Diane goodbye, picked up my bag and started walking to the terminal. And halfway to New York I realized that Richard had triumphed after all. Diane was with him, not with me. Somehow that said it all.