Chapter 2
Elizabeth's father was wide awake and thinking about the deal he was going to try to work out this weekend. Indeed, that was the main reason he had been glad that the family reunion was being held in Riverside. His nephew Mike couldn't very well get away from him, since he lived here. And there were a few other things he was lining up, too. Unless he was very much mistaken, his stocky, personable nephew was something of a cock-smith, and it had been plain as the nose on everybody's face that Mike had been giving Rose Lorimer the eye all evening long. Well, he couldn't blame Mike for that-his brown-haired niece was really a prime piece of tail. And he was in the mood for tail, because he had just performed his marital duty and left buxom blonde Joyce sleeping, quite dead to the world, in the big double bed in their guest room.
In the fifteen years of their marriage, Joyce had put on some twenty-five pounds, and while they hadn't exactly hurt her figure, they seemed to have made her more lethargic and passive. Not that she'd ever been really the wriggling, clawing, inventive kind in bed to start with. He glanced back at the bed where she lay on her side with the covers drawn up to her neck and grimaced reminiscently. Oh, she knew what fucking was, all right, and she would always oblige him and she never pulled the headache or too-tired routine. But for all the excitement she could provide, it wasn't any more interesting than using his own hand. Come to think about it, she didn't even put her hand on his prick or help him along with her mouth, and she took a dim view of any other position except the one on her back with her legs open and her arms meekly folded around him while he did all of the humping. If she had some of Elizabeth's spirit, which he was sure his daughter had inherited from his side of the blanket, it might have been a helluva lot better.
He hadn't expected to see his daughter steal out of her room and go down the back stairway this time of night, though. Wonder what the little minx was up to? Now if it had been Rose coming out of her room just now, he wouldn't let her get away. How could a gorgeous, stacked broad like Rose be satisfied with a heavy thinker, a four-eyed square like Wilson? He was willing to bet a week's pay that after five minutes in bed with him, Rose wouldn't ever want to let Wilson fuck her again. It was going to be a long weekend, and there would be plenty of time to work on that highly exciting theory.. . .
The house was quiet and no one intercepted Elizabeth as she slipped into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and settled for a cold chicken wing and a slice of thickly buttered bread. This downed, the pretty black-haired teenager was about to leave the kitchen and hurry back to bed when she noticed that the pantry door was partly open. As she glanced down the narrow little flight of stairs leading to the basement, she saw a light. Somebody was in the recreation room. Maybe Cousin Ruth would be playing ping pong with Cousin Mike, and she could have a nice long chat with them till she got tired enough to fall asleep.
She didn't hear any voices or the click of the ping pong ball, as she opened the door very slowly and peered in. There didn't seem to be anybody here, even though the lights were on. Over to her left was the miniature bar, then the low wide padded-leather couch against the wall, the ping pong table in the center, and a couple of love seats to her right, along with a billiard table on which two cues and the rack of balls lay waiting for use. There was a partitioned panel wall straight ahead of her, with a little door at the left, which led to the furnace and the water heater and all the pipes and stuff which brought heat and water into this big old house, she knew. Elizabeth looked around, frowning with perplexity. Maybe somebody had forgotten to turn the lights out. As she reached for the switch, she suddenly heard what sounded like a sobbing groan: "Oh-oooohhh!" and then a gasped-out "Ohh d-darling, that's so good!" which made her eyes widen and her heart beat faster.
Tiptoeing carefully toward the little door, holding her breath as her slim fingers turned the knob, she drew it open just a crack. It was dark as far as she could see, to the vague outline of the furnace, but once again she heard the sobbing groan, which seemed to be off to the right and around the furnace: "Ouu-harder, darling, oh Mike, it's so good, make it last for me, lover!"
Burning curiosity drew her forward, dropping to all fours and crawling toward the furnace. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she could just make out a tiny night-bulb lit above the indicator, which cast sufficient glow to show her in the wide space between the furnace and the hot-water heater two figures lying on an old mattress. She put one palm to her mouth to hold back her gasp of shocked surprise as she recognized their shadowed faces. It was Cousin Mike and her Cousin Rose! Whatever were they doing way off here in this dark part of the basement, and on that old dirty mattress, though?
They were much too absorbed in each other to notice Elizabeth's crouching figure well beyond them. Rose Lorimer's dark-brown page-boy curls tumbled over one flushed cheek as she writhed under stocky Mike Trent's probing prick. Her dark-green woolen skirt and white nylon slip fucked up to her waist, her white satin-elastic panty-girdle lying on the floor at her right, her charcoal-brown nylons sagging about her lush, full creamy-skinned thighs which clamped over Mike's jerking hips, Rose dug her fingers frenetically into his bare shoulders as she urged him on.
Elizabeth was stricken with conflicting emotions and chaotic thoughts as she kept her hand to her mouth, her eyes huge and disbelieving as they drank in the lustful scene before her. Cousin Mike had only his shorts and wool socks on, with his shoes, suit coat and pants, shirt and undershirt piled right next to Cousin Rose's discarded panty girdle. He seemed to lift himself up, and Cousin Rose clung to him with her arms and legs, whimpering as she tried to pull him back down into her.
Oh my gosh! Elizabeth could see Cousin Mike's big hard red thing, the thing between his legs, pushing apart the soft fleshy pink lips of Cousin Rose's spot, sinking down into it till she couldn't see any farther, and then she saw Cousin Rose's head tilt back and her face contort as Rose moaned, "Oh, it's just wonderful, Mike darling! Oh, you don't know how much I need this fucking, you just don't, darling! Don't come yet, for God's sake, I need it so bad!"
"Poor baby," she heard Cousin Mike hoarsely gasp, "why didn't you pick a real man instead of that four-eyed jerk? A guy like that sitting at a desk all day dreaming up junk to fool people into throwing away their money, his idea of a good lay is using his hand when nobody's looking. How could you have picked a jerk off like that, Rose baby, with that hot tight cunt you've got and that wriggly ass? Baby, you're built for twenty-four-hour fucking, I'm here to tell you!"
"Oh, I love it-aahhh-I just love it when you say dirty things like that to me. Wilson's so polite, he never uses a naughty word, not ever, even when he's doing it to me-oh lover, hold it off a minute, stick your finger in my little bum hole too, it sends me up a wall--ooooh, Mike, I g-guess I was just hot to trot and he proposed and he was making good money, and -I -well -I didn't have anybody else-ooooh-oh, that's just heaven-oh it feels like two cocks inside my little holes, darling, wait, give me a minute, I have to catch my breath, oh Mike, if only Wilson could take lessons from you," she sobbingly babbled as her body vibrated with seething hot lust.
"Hell with that noise, Rosie baby," Elizabeth heard Cousin Mike snigger as he seemed to be crushing her down and lying right on top of her, with his right hand buried under her bottom. "It's better this way. You'll appreciate it more if I'm harder to get. After all, Ruthie isn't bad in bed either."
"You brute you, reminding me of her-how would you like it if she let some other man screw her?" Rose Aldrich panted as she readjusted her stockinged legs to curl them higher over his sturdy bottom
"I'd whip her ass, that's what. But quit talking about her and concentrate on what you're getting now, Rosie baby. Want me to start in again?"
"Oh yes, Mike, now, build with me, work me up, drain my poor little itching pussy, I'm so hot I'm dying," Elizabeth heard Cousin Rose whimper.
"Here goes, baby, I'll make you come with me!" Cousin Mike boasted as he slipped his other hand between their bodies, his left forefinger attacking her throbbing clit while at the same time slowly working his other forefinger back and forth inside her quaking rectal sheath.
"Aaah-ohh-aahhrrr-oh my G-G-God-oh that's just heaven-don't ever stop-oh I wish you had two cocks inside of me at the same time, lover-oh, you wonderful randy man you, oh, oh, I need it--ohhh Mike angel!" Rose Aldrich fairly sobbed with frenzied arousal.
Elizabeth could see her Cousin Rose's stockinged feet twist and pirouette in every direction, her toes wildly curling and clawing as she adjusted and arched herself to taste every possible sensation of the finger and prick probes which were reaming her twin orifices of pleasure. Her face now turned toward Elizabeth, stricken, the eyes wide, staring but unseeing, the thin wings of her Grecian nose flaring and shrinking, her mouth twisted in a rictus of blazing lust.
Now her fingers twisted into Mike's curly black hair and tugged relentlessly as he quickened his lunges into her juicily moistened cuntal lips, skewering her as he twisted himself to scrape the crannies of her wildly tumescent vagina. Both his forefingers worked more quickly now, drawing her to frenzied pitch, as incoherent, babbling sobs and groans and cries exuded from her gaping mouth.
"Ohh-aaah -I'm cumming-ohhh -NOW, NOW, GIVE IT TO ME, LOVER, FUCK ME, JUICE ME, NOW!" her voice rose to a piercing shriek as her body threshed and jerked against his.
With a hoarse answering cry, Mike lunged a final time, then sagged inert over her, his bubbling essence pouring into Rose's contracting, spasming cuntal sheath.
Spellbound, petrified, Elizabeth could not stir, remaining like a statue with her hand over her mouth and her eyes bulging to make out all that she had seen through the dim light afforded by the little night-bulb.
"Ohh, d-darling, I thought I died and went to heaven -oh my Gawd-oh Mike -there's somebody there-oh Mike-my God, somebody's been watching us!" Rose Aldrich had turned her stricken face toward the crouching teenager and, as her vision cleared, had made out the shadowy figure.
"What the fuck?" Mike Trent drew himself out and stumbled to his feet, challengingly moving forward: "For Christ's sake, Elizabeth, what the hell-have you been here all this time watching us?"
"I -I d-didn't really mean to, Cousin Mike-honest I didn't!" The black-haired teenager's sweet clear voice faltered in an anguished tremolo as she slowly got to her feet. Her cheeks were flaming: her eyes had just glimpsed the dangling, limp, greased big thing between her grownup cousin's legs, emerging out of the open fly of his shorts.
"So, you like to go spying on people, do you? Boy, if I thought for a minute you were going to blab to anybody about this, I-I'd-" he sputtered.
"Honest, I won't tell anybody, honest I won't. Please let me go back to bed," Elizabeth faltered.
"Not so fast, you nosey bitch! You're going to get a lesson to teach you not to do anything like this again! The idea, creeping around the basement at midnight to see what you can see, and at your age, too, Elizabeth Trent!"
"What-what are you going to do to me-oh please, you're hurting my arm, Cousin Mike!" Elizabeth sobbed as he grabbed her by the elbow and, heedless of his almost nakedness and the obscenity of his dangling prick, dragged her over to the leather-upholstered couch. Meanwhile, Rose Aldrich, her face scarlet, hastily put back on her clothes.
Now really frightened, Elizabeth tried to pull away, but Mike yanked her unceremoniously over his lap, pulled up her bathrobe to her armpits, and then attacked the waistband of her pajama pants while her legs threshed in the air. "Oh nO-please don't-oh what are you going to do-oh not my jammie pants, oh please, don't do that to me, Cousin Mike!" she tearfully pleaded.
'I'll teach you to spy on your grownups, you sneaky little bitch!" he growled as he yanked the yellow cotton pajamas down to her sleek, high-set calves.
Elizabeth uttered a shriek of outraged modesty and apprehension as she felt her ripely resilient oval-cheeked behind exposed to a man's eyes. By this time, Rose Aldrich had come over to watch the proceedings. "Wallop her some good ones for me too, Mike darling!" she vituperatively hissed, plumping herself down on the edge of the couch, while her hands stroked her thighs and loins, as she breathed deeply with the afterglow of furious orgasm just enjoyed.
Once again Elizabeth tried her best to escape the ignominy of this, her very first spanking-for such it was. Reaching back with her right hand to try to cover her olive-sheened bottom, she kicked her legs to and fro and tried to wriggle off Mike Trent's lap. But the stocky young man promptly slid his right leg out from under her and locked it around her calves, his left hand gripping her right wrist and doubling it up high on her back till she wailed in discomfort. Then, lifting his right hand high above her cringing naked bottom-cheeks, he launched a vigorous smack against the ripest curve of the right buttock.
"Oww!" Elizabeth wailed, lunging frantically from this side to that to try to evade any more of the same, and glancing back with tearful appeal in her widened eyes.
Smack! A second, quickly following descent of his right hand flattened the left summit of her naked bottom, and an even louder wail of anguish followed, while the teenager's lithe bare hips convulsively jerked from side to side again.
Mike Trent could feel the satiny warmth of her bare belly and the silky friction of her bush as she ground herself over his lap. He paused a moment to study the delightfully burgeoning contours of his eavesdropping young first cousin, chuckling softly at the sight of the flaming outlines of his heavy palm on the center of each prominently ripe buttock. Just below the base of her right thigh, Elizabeth had an exquisite little oval-shaped brown birthmark, where the thigh joined the bottom. Capriciously, he applied the third spank right over that fascinating mark, and was rewarded with an even shriller, more tearful lamentation: "Oh, oww, oh, pul-pulhease don't spank so hard, Cousin Mike, honest I didn't mean to sp-spy on you, I didn't, and I won't tell, honest I WON'T! Oh please, I'm so ashamed, let me put my jammies back on and go to bed now, please!"
'Don't you dare, Mike Trent," Rose Aldrich purred, her hazel eyes shining with sensual pleasure as she watched the punishment of the overly curious teenager. Her hands continued to stroke her thighs and loins even more insistently now as she leaned forward to get a better view of the thrashing. "She's such a goody-goody, it's high time she learned what's what and how to behave herself when she's in company!"
Absorbed as the three of them were in this unexpected drama, no one noticed that the door to the recreation room had opened very slightly, or that Henry Trent was staring inside the lighted room and seeing everything that was taking place. His right hand was buried inside his robe and gently fondling his rapidly swelling prick as he observed his daughter's voluptuous naked and now vividly reddening bottom as his stocky black-haired nephew resumed the spanking with half a dozen quick but stinging swats all over Elizabeth's wriggling posterior.
Rose Aldrich now reached out with both hands to grab the teenager's ankles and thus immobilize her completely, encouraging her lover: "Now she can't kick so much, darling, give it to her good and hard, she has it coming."
"Oh please-oh don't spank any m-m-more!" Elizabeth turned her tearstained, contorted face back to the glowering stocky man who had become her executioner. "I won't ever do it again, I won't tell anybody, word of honor. Oh please, please let me up now, it hurts so!"
'That's what I mean it to do, you spying little bitch!" he fiercely retorted as he swung his right hand down right over the sinuous, shadowy crease between her furiously reddening oval bottom-cheeks. The flattening impact pinched the inner edges of the lusciously resilient globes together, and a convulsive jerk of the young culprit's body announced her intense suffering. Her head flung back, eyes blurred with hot tears, as she managed to clamp her left hand over her mouth to hold back her strident cries, realizing that they might awaken the entire household and thus subject her to the most humiliating kind of public inquiry.
But her constant squirming and threshing over Mike Trent's lap had brought her virginal cuntal lips into frictional contact with her first cousin's now revitalized prick, and she gasped and squirmed repeatedly as she became aware of the obscene protuberance whose hot adamant structure rubbed against heir lower abdomen and groin in her frantic struggles to escape the now burning torment of her well-spanked behind. What her parents had not taught her and what she had only vaguely acquired by hearsay gossiping from her schoolmates, Elizabeth Trent was now beginning to absorb from direct and highly humiliating casual effect.
Mike Trent's hand rose and fell repeatedly, as he quickened the spanking tempo. Covering both delightfully spacious, huddling oval bottom-cheeks with alternating, noisy slaps, his eyes glitteringly following the way the soft olive-sheened flesh flattened and then sprang up to evidence its wonderfully youthful elasticity, admiring sensually the progression of that warm pure tint to bright crimson and then a darkening, somber scarlet hue, he relentlessly chastised the weaving, bobbing, jerking and squirming and squirming posterior across his almost naked lap. Biting her knuckles, making a fist to gag herself against the frantic, woeful cries that rushed to her panting young throat, poor Elizabeth in vain sought mercy: "Mmmmmm -oh, boo hoo hoo, Oww, oh please, puhlease no more. Oh you're hurting me so-oh my bottom-I'll be good-I didn't mean to do it-oww-awwouuuuuuu!! ! Oh do stop, you're killing me, Cousin M-Mike!"
"All right," he hoarsely panted as he applied a last pair of sonorous smacks on the ripest and most inflamed contours of her flaming bottom globes. "Now you go back to bed and if I ever find out that you blabbed about what you saw down here tonight, I'll give you twice as much with my belt or a hairbrush, and that's a promise, you hear me, Elizabeth?"
With this, he released her wrist and swung his leg off her straining, writhing calves. Sobbing as if her heart would break, the teenager lay abandoned over his lap, both hands plunging back to her swollen behind and rubbing it frantically in a useless attempt to assuage the fiery hurt.
"Shameless little bitch," Rose Aldrich fiercely chided, "don't you have any modesty at all? Get up and pull your jammies up and get into bed, or I'll ask Mike to let me give you another dose myself! "
"Oh noooooo!! " Elizabeth wailed, galvanized into action by this angry threat. She scrambled off his lap, uttering a cry of pain as new waves of blazing heat permeated her inflamed behind, stooped to reach for her down-tucked pajama pants with the other hand, unaware of how provocatively lascivious her maneuver was, at last managed to yank them back into place.
Then without so much as a look behind her, still sobbing plaintively, one hand continuing to rub her burning posterior, Elizabeth Trent opened the door and stumbled slowly up the narrow stairway back into the pantry. . . .
"Lock that door, lover, quick before anybody else tries to sneak in," Rose Aldrich huskily whispered to the stocky black-haired man who sat in his open shorts on the couch, panting from his exertions, his prick again violently erect. "Watching you spank your sneaky little first cousin made me so sexy I just have to have another fucking, please, Mike lover! I have to make up for all this lost time, darling, don't you understand?"
He grinned lecherously and nodded as he hurried to the door and turned the inner dial of the knob to lock the recreation room from the inside. Turning back to her, he watched the dark-brown-haired, twenty-five-year-old matron swiftly doff skirt, blouse and slip, then reach behind her to unhook her bra to liberate the sumptuous, closely-spaced cantaloupe-like gourds of her titties, with their wide brownish-orange aureoles and ripe, poutingly swollen nipple buds. She sank down on her knees, tossing her head to let her thick pageboy curls dance against her bare creamy shoulders, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling as they fixed on his jutting prick. "Come to Rose, you big monster," she crooned, "I want to feel you all over my bare skin! Oh, hurry, Mike, I'm just dying for it!"
As he moved to her, she wound her arms around his hairy legs and, arching herself seductively, rubbed first one panting breast, then the other, against the hard-knobbed head of his ferociously erect lance. "You really are a randy bitch, you know, Rose," he thickly muttered as he twisted his fingers in her hair, tilting her flushed, contorted face up to him as he peered exultantly down at her. "I wonder how you've been able to hide what an itchy cunt you've got from Four-eyes, I really do. But I envy the bastard, he's got you in bed beside him every night. If I could only work out a harem arrangement, I'd just as soon have you on one side and Ruthie on the other."
"Oh do shut up and fuck me," she fiercely hissed, leaning forward to flick her pink tongue over the velvety glans.
"That's great! Start giving me a little head before I fuck you, there'll be more juice to put out the fire in that randy cunt of yours, Rosie baby!" he breathed.
Rose Aldrich's face flamed furiously; she had never before done that to a man, but the almost puritanically repressed continence which her studious husband had observed all through the initial year of her marriage, together with her having consoled herself by reading some of the adult paperbacks purchased at an adult bookshop near the big Riverside super mart and imagining herself as heroine in many of the lurid chapters while she applied a dainty forefinger to her cuntal lips to bring about onanistic solace, had by this time swept away what few inhibitions she had left. With a self-conscious giggle, accordingly, and closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and absorbed the entire glans, sucking noisily at it, while her fingers stroked the backs of his hairy, shuddering thighs.
"Ohh, baby, you send me!" he moaned, twisting his fingers in her thick, dark-brown curls, yanking at them sadistically to bring about an even more servile oral response. "Suck me, and rub that hot little pink tongue of yours over my prick till I'm ready to jab it back where it belongs!"
"Mmmmmmffff! Ohh -aghhh mmmmm -ouuuuu!! " She bobbed her head, rolling her eyes up at him, her nostrils flaring and shrinking like those of a mare in rut. Her fingertips scrabbled at his upper thighs, then slyly intruded along the perineal crease, rimming his puckering anus as she slushed her tongue rapaciously all around the glans at the start of his gnarled, dark-veined shaft. Mike Trent, tilting back his head and closing his eyes, breathing stentorously, groaned with rapturous torment: "Ohh, Christ-you're the greatest, Rosie baby-slow now. I don't want to lose it-all right, get down on your back on the floor and take it, you hot-pussied sweet bitch!"
He yanked her head away from his glistening, savagely rampant penis, as with a little mewling cry, the half-naked young woman recoiled, then swiftly unfastened the panty girdle and yanked it down to her knees as she reached back of her with her palms to lower herself down along the gleaming hardwood floor. He was on her and into her before she could complete the maneuver, crushing her down with a gasp of ecstatic discomfort as she felt him thrust to the balls inside her juicy, quaking sheath.
Wrapping her legs and arms around him, her mouth crushing to his and her tongue furling between his lips, she writhed and bucked beneath him as both, caught up in the vortex of this exquisitely clandestine and forbidden passion, quickened their journey toward the abyss of shattering, dark rapture which was mutual climax. Mike, grinding his teeth to hold back that longed-for moment so as to increase the delicious torture of prolonged fucking, slackened his pace now inside Rose's quaking, clutching, hot moist cunt, then immobilized himself a moment.
Rose's face contorted and red with uninhibited lust now, impatiently tugged at his shoulders with her soft slim hands, then uttered a raucous groan of shocked delight: "Ohh, my God-what are you doing-OH, MIKE, OH, DARLING DEAREST OH FUCK ME THERE TOO, KEEP THEM BOTH IN ME AND HURRY, HURRY, MIKE, GIVE THEM TO ME GOOD!" as she felt his forefinger nudge the sinuous shadowy groove between her writhing buttocks, then pry apart the dainty furtive cleft of her tensing asshole, gouge deeply to the knuckle and then begin to waggle to and fro.
With a hoarse chuckle of satisfaction at her feverish response, he shoved his finger home all the way to feel the clamping, spasming contractions of her humid rectal walls, even more violently tensing than the moist walls of her seething cunt. Now, drawing his prick back to scrape against her throbbing, swelling clit, he thrust ruthlessly to the hilt inside her churning cuntal sheath.
Rose Aldrich burst into hysterical tears of overwhelmed ecstatic reaction, her flexing thighs, from which the charcoal-brown nylons had begun to sag without the taut support of the panty girdle, shifted and rubbed over Mike's sinewy bottom as she tilted up her hips and loins to him to absorb every possible frictional sensation from his rasping prick and finger.
"HARDER!" she wildly urged her panting lover, "MORE, OHHHH, I NEED IT. I'M SO CLOSE, MIKE LOVER.. . AHH . . . OHH GOD, IT'S HEAVEN, DARLING . . . DON'T STOP WITH YOUR FINGER EITHER, OH I'M GOING TO FAINT IT'S SO GOOD. OHH SWEETHEART, NOW, OH NOW CUM WITH ME, CUM MIKE, OH DEAR DARLING, MIKE, OH, OH MY GOD, MIKE, LOVER CUMMMM!! "
Elizabeth, had she been able to wait through this returning engagement between luscious Rose Aldrich and her domineering, virile first cousin, would have been amazed to hear how much noise two grownups could make when they were trying to keep their extramarital fucking a secret from the family.. . .