Chapter 12
Darla pulled herself together and we made sandwiches for dinner. I managed to finish mine, but I was more interested in the beer we chased them with. I remember thinking that it was coming early this time, the drying out of my tissues so that I was almost continually thirsty. Alcohol does that, burns up some vital substance in the blood, I guess. Usually, about this time, I start drinking straight shots of bourbon and washing them down with cold beer. I can keep going longer.
So I forced down the sandwich, knowing I would soon need its sustenance, but deliberately pushing the rest of the hard-earned knowledge from my mind, ignoring the fact that sooner or later, I would be going through blackouts and getting the shakes, that after awhile, days or weeks, the liquor wouldn't stay down worth a damn, and I'd need it more than ever.
But there's no real tomorrow for an alky, and none of us like to remember yesterday, so we make the most of what we've got-today.
"Come on," Darla said. "Perk up, darling. We're just getting started, you know. If the kids aren't enough, we can start phoning around and scare up a couple of more guys, or girls whichever you prefer."
I finished my beer and took the dishes to the kitchen sink. The kids will be fine. I think I'm beginning to miss them already. I guess I was just getting down, Darla. It happens, sometimes."
She hesitated, then said, "I know. If s why I checked into Hope House. I-I was getting so damned sick and lonely. But that's all changed now. I mean, we can handle the stuff, cant we?"
"Sure," I said, but I didn't believe it I had been through this rat race too damned many times before. All I could do now was to hang onto the merry-go-round and hope like hell that I wouldn't fall off. "Give the kids a can," I suggested. "See if they can come over right away; I'd like to try out your bedroom again, and tins time, look in the mirrors."
Her smile was tremulous, a little shaky, and I wondered if Darla could hold on for many more days. But then I poured us each a healthy shot and we saluted each other. "Happy times," she said, and I nodded.
The kids came over in a little while, holding hands as they entered through the patio doors, bringing youth and brightness into the house with them. They looked great in their jeans and tee-shirts, their lithe bodies graceful and glowing with energy. I wished I could tap into them and suck off some of that power for myself, and perhaps I could.
"Hi," Kent said, walking up to me and putting his hands upon my waist with a familiar and loving motion. I kissed him lightly upon the mouth and looked over at Angel. She was snuggling to Darla, looking very small against the woman's height. So damned young, I thought
But Angel was a lot smarter than the immature Patti Cooper; she had brought her sensuality out into the open-as much as she could, anyway. Maybe she still had to keep it hidden from her parents, but she let it out with her brother, and with us.
And Kent-instead of jacking off in the shower, had guided his early sexuality toward his adorable little sister, working off the tremendous pressure a young stud generates. By moving on to Darla and me, he had already gained more knowledge about women than most males more than twice his age. He was already one hell of a lover, and he would get even better as he developed through the years.
I poured little glasses of sweet wine for them, enjoying the look of their slimly compact bodies, but as Angel lifted her drink to her lips, I got a flashback of myself at her age and before, of little Patti Cooper sipping booze from her daddy's glass. Shaking my head, I banished the image and concentrated upon the fun we all would soon have. There would be group fucking, with only Darla at the edges of that, although she grooved on it almost as much as she did oral sex with the girls and myself.
I felt the tremble growing slowly, deep within my belly, tensing my vagina and making the nipples of my breasts sensitive; my skin took on a warmth, and I knew the oily lubrication was beginning to flow inside the satin folds of my pussy as it readied itself for screwing. I thought of Mark and his chauvinist usage of my body, his stallion plunging and taking, not giving a damn whether he pleased me or not, just satisfying his own basic animal urges.
He could go screw himself; I didn't need a bastard like that around. I had Kent and Angel and Darla, and not even the greediest nympho could ask for more. They would slake all my thirsts, take care of the hunger in my belly and make me feel warm and loved again.
The bedroom," Darla said tipsily. "Come on, people-well see ourselves in the mirrors, this time."
We followed her down the hall and into her room. All the accessories and color matchings fairly purred with sensuality, and the mirrors reflected it back, multiplied a thousand times. I stood back against one wall and watched them strip. Darla fumbled at her robe and swayed when she got rid of it; I thought again that she had a well kept body, despite the beatings she had given her flesh over the years. Her small tits stood up proudly, their nipples arching stiff and appealing, and my eyes followed the line of her belly, down to that hypnotic patch of silver pubic hair.
When she wobbled over to the bed, I watched Kent peel off his tee-shirt and step from his jeans. His body was golden, polished by the sun, his hair blonde and beautiful. Any woman could fall desperately in love with this handsome boy, I thought, as I saw his strong prick begin to rise, lifting its thin length from the burnished nest of his young balls. The head was pink ruby, a scarlet flower blooming in the gorgeous pride of his manhood.
And perky Angel-my breath caught in my throat as I watched the girl roll her hips to get out of her jeans, as I saw the swollen tits already exposing their pink nipples so delicate and lovely. Her flawless skin was mirrored countless times as she twisted, as she lifted a tiny foot and posed for us. That darling flower of cunt gleamed at me, brushed with fragile, golden hairs, its gentle crevice a work of consummate art
They were looking at me, so I straightened away from the wall and undid my borrowed robe, letting its silken folds slide down my body to puddle on the floor at my feet Lifting my hands, I cupped my breasts, happy that they were still full and firm, that they were richly mounded and heavily nippled. I saw my image in the mirrors and watched myself finger the tips, saw me lifting the tits and offering them.
Undulating, swinging my hips in smooth little arcs, I moved toward them, now running my palms sensuously up and down my body, feeling the smoothness and warmth of my own skin, touching the rich fleece of my dampening mound with the butterflies of my drifting fingertips. My juices ran hot within me, and my mouth was going dry in anticipation. No matter what happened in the future, no matter if I got sick as hell sometime in a nebulous tomorrow, all these beautiful wonderful people were waiting for me right now, and I would not disappoint them.
Darla hung back, savoring the moment when she could move in and taste a worked up pussy, eager to watch us in action, to see our entwined bodies repeated a thousandfold. Smiling at me, Kent and Angel were waiting, sitting upon the bed, naked and lovely. I sat down between them, taking the boy's stiff prick in one hand, using the other to caress the girl's wispy cunt. Turning my head from side to side, I kissed them in turn, sliding my tongue into their young mouths to know the exotic flavors there, to relish the heat and wetness.
Kent cupped one of my breasts, fondling its resilience and texture, while Angel did the same to the other one, pressing down upon the nipple, burying it into its mounded softness, then letting it spring up again against her small palm. They handled my body with awe, feeling over rib cage and hip, over belly and upper thigh, dipping quickly, light fingers into the forest of my curly pubic hair.
Inching back upon the bed, I swung my feet around and lay down, quivering in all my pores, needing this so damned much, so much. I saw my face in the mirrors overhead, saw it taut and wet-lipped, the eyes sliding in a liquid warmth. Then they began to kiss my body and each other their mouths fastening awhile to my nipples while their tongues darted and curled, while their teeth raked gently over velvet skin.
With tender mouths and exploring hands, they worshipped my body, licking the flesh, kneading it with their fingers, fondling and cupping and petting, while I squirmed in rapture, my ass sliding sensuously back and forth upon the sheet Their faces met upon my lower belly, their tongues touching each other and my skin, laving my navel and washing hotly over my nip bones.
Then they moved together down into my pubic hair, reaching through its curly covering to the tremulous anxiety of my labia. My entire vulva shuddered as the pair of delicate and knowing tongues explored my cunt lips. Two of them, lapping and probing, darting along the lips and into them, nudging one another as they licked, as they both struggled to caress the clit
Oh, they were living, loving dolls, both of them, their hands almost as busy as their adoring mouths, sliding over me, tingling and tantalizing. Their tongues competed to tease my clitoris, to dip into the sheathing of my pussy, and they murmured to each other as they ate me, whispered endearments whose vibrations sent spiraling flashes of heat deep within my twisting body.
I came furiously, shuddering and arching my back, my feet digging into the sheet, my hands clawing a pillow. Hot, wet sparks cascaded from my pulsing clit and whipped maddened through my cunt, ricocheting from the walls and falling back to cluster again at the center of all feeling. It was a tremendously moving orgasm, one that inflamed up my spine and reached around to finger along the swollen mounds of my breasts.
When my head stopped spinning and I came slowly back to myself from some far, soft urn-verse, they were gone from between my thighs. The sweet feel of them was still there, imprinted indelibly upon my steaming pussy, but they were wrapped into each other now, going on naturally to gratify their own desires.
Angel had the flanged, pink head of her brother's prick in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly up and down upon it, sliding her lips along the shaft with obvious delight, while she fingered in his balls and the cleft of his ass. Kent had worked a finger into the tight suction of Angel's darling little cunt, and was thrilling her by massaging her clit. They were like mobile statues, carved from beauty and pedasteled for the edification of those of us who were less lovely.
"Baby," he said to her moving head, "Oh Angel, that feels so good-I love the way you curl your tongue around the head of my cock, and push it into my slit. Ahh, baby-that's wonderful."
He was lying on one side, his head propped with one hand as the other felt around inside his sister's micro-pussy, stretching the narrow pink lips and stirring her inner juices. Angel was on her knees, her small, sleek body folded upon itself as she busied her mouth upon her brother's rigid shaft. I couldn't help joining them, they were so appealing, so gloriously lascivious.
Coming to my own knees, I eased up behind the girl's buttocks, pushing my thighs against the back of her, fitting the wet mound of my hairy snatch into the delicate crevice of her slim ass. I ground it into her as she ate his cock, as Kent finger fucked her, and I bent low over her dolllike body to brush the nipples of my tits across her warm flesh.
Stroking her lean hips, feeling the slim cheeks against my palms, I dry fucked the girl from behind, loving her body, adoring it with my hands and pussy and all of my flesh I could slide caressingly over her. It was a marvelously warm sensation, and I thought that if I kept it up long enough, I could also make myself come this way, working my clitoral hood into the girl's captivating ass.
But just then Kent gave a stifled moan, and she bucked on his buried finger, wheeling her pelvis frantically. Staring down, I saw that his prick was embedded full length into the girl's mouth, and realized that the head must be into the back of her throat
His come must be spurting thickly into her throat I thought; the boyish semen must be gushing over her tongue and washing her teeth and making the insides of her siphoning cheeks sticky. I watched her throat and saw little Angel swallowing, saw her eagerly draining the good juices from her brother's sporadically pumping cockhead.
They knew every nuance of the other's body, for she had come with him, her slim ass bucking against my mound, tightening and easing off as it rolled and surged. They had reached the point where they could time their orgasms and make them blend skillfully, fully in that most complete of shared raptures. I felt very fortunate to be with them at that magic moment, touching my flesh to hers, receiving some feedback from their mingled climaxes.
Kent didn't keep his tool locked into her mouth for long, but when he brought it carefully out, the head was dry; she had sucked every dribble of come from his prick and drawn it down into her stomach.
Not like dad's cockhead, I thought suddenly. The first time I saw him withdraw it from a girl's mouth, the glans was glistening with his semen, some of it sliding down his shaft, and I wondered what it could taste like, wondered how the girl ever got up the courage to take it into her lips. She could easily choke on the stuff he released, I thought; mere seemed to be an awful lot of it, very thick and oystery, partly clear and partly creamed.
It wasn't right that Laura should have my father's cock like that; if she got mad at him, she might bite it off, and I never would hurt him.
I remember that night that I sneaked half a pint of gin from the liquor cabinet and got really smashed. I got sick as all hell, too, but made it into my bathroom before I threw up, and they never knew it. The bed rocked under me, and I tried to masturbate before I fell asleep, but I was too drunk to make it
Maybe it was just about that time that I started being nasty to Laura, and pulling dirty little tricks on her. Never anything out in the open, but stuff that bugged her and made her look clumsy or stupid in my father's eyes. She was gone in less than a month, but of course he moved another chick right in. This one was an older woman, big titted as he liked them, with long, smooth legs and a sexy way of walking. Her name was Bobbi, and she tried to dominate me. I think she actually believed he was going to marry her.
When I got drunk next time, I threw up right down her front, and Bobbi split the next morning, after a violent scene with dad. He blamed her for feeding me whiskey, and I lied to back him up, glad that she was getting out of our lives. I was scared that she might become my legal mother, and I didn't want that. I didn't want any other woman in the house, but there wasn't much I could do about that. My father was a horny man, and women seemed to flock to him, conscious of his deep sensuality.
Kent was shaking my shoulder, and I was surprised to find that I was lying on my back, cuddling my bottle and dreaming. He said he would like to fuck me now, and I murmured of course, of course. But I took a big drink first