Chapter 5
Elizabeth couldn't get to sleep, no matter how hard she tried. Maybe she'd eaten too much plum pudding, or too much turkey, but whatever it was, sleep just wouldn't come. Tossing feverishly from side to side, trying every pose she knew in which to relax her supple young body, she at last rolled onto her back with an exasperated groan and stared up at the ceiling. There was silence in the old house, but her mind was feverishly active.
Oh gosh I feel so different and funny ever since Daddy did it to me last night I'm all itchy and squirmy between my legs, and I know it's naughty, but I just have to do something about it Mommy never told me very much about what fellows did to girls, not about what Daddy did to me last night, I know that much All she told me about was the curse and how I should take care of myself I'm supposed to have it in about a week, and maybe that's why I feel so funny right now. Of course, my spot is a lot different since Daddy put his great big thing into it and stretched it all out and broke something in there. But it doesn't hurt now at all It sort of makes me want to tickle it, though I know I oughtn't ta
Downstairs, in the bedroom next to Mike's father Ben, who was already fast asleep dreaming about the pretty, unattached females he might just be lucky enough to meet and fuck during his cruise next year, the stocky black-haired man who had almost directly been responsible for his pretty, precocious first cousin's bare-bottom tanning and very first fucking, eased himself out of bed and glanced down at his sleeping petite auburn-haired wife Ruth. She had just had her hair restyled in the fashionable French cap-like mode covering half the nape and almost all of the forehead, and it made her look very chic and sexy.
Ruthie wasn't exactly as much of a swinger as he would have liked her to be, but after all she was only twenty-two and still learning, and still very much in love with him She'd been so tired after all the dishes that she'd begged off more than one quickie. But even that quickie had been a long way from the dull routine sex he was pretty sure Rosie's four-eyed hubby Aldrich was giving that cute randy bitch any night in the week.
Ruth Trent had come out of the bathroom after having brushed her teeth and put on a sexy black nylon shortie nightie and her blue mules, watched him strip down to shorts and socks, and then, in an attitude of mock-prayer, had folded her hands together and with her cute little-girl voice, begged, "Oh lord and master, deliver me from a sex fiend tonight of all nights, after all those dishes!"
"I'm not that bad, Ruthie baby, and you know it," he had chuckled, coming over to her, cupping her luscious round titties and kissing her hard on the mouth, then slipping his hands around to squeeze the juicy, firm cheeks of her gorgeous ass. "You can spare just one for old times' sake, can't you, baby? After all, this is Thanksgiving, and I want to have something to be thankful for, really thankful! Come on, I'll do all the work, you just lie there and enjoy it!"
She had put her hand down to squeeze his already turgid prick through his straining shorts and giggled, "Well, I guess I'd better do something about this monster or it'll be poking at me all night long and I won't get any sleep at all. All right, come on to bed and have your cruel way with your helpless bride."
He stooped, pulled up the hem of her nightie in back and lofted it high on her back, then grabbed her velvety, tawny-skinned bottom-cheeks and pulled her up in the air as she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He slid his right forefinger surreptitiously towards the broadening, humid groove between her buttocks, lightly goosing her, and Ruth Trent squealed and kicked her mules off and wriggled her toes as she furled her tongue deep between his lips.
'Thought you said you were ready for sleep," he teased her as he carried her toward their double bed. "I've got a position I want you to take, and it's so relaxing you can even fall asleep that way."
"What in the world is that?" she giggled, blushing as her eyes met his.
"I'll show you. That's the girl, get right down on your hands and knees. Here, rest your head on this pillow, baby. Now spread your legs just a little-ah, that's perfect!"
Ruth Trent crouched, her black shortie nightie furled up to her armpits, her back shivering and squirming as she sensed his intention. Opening the fly of his shorts, stocky Mike crouched behind her, reaching out to cup the ripe, heavy but beautifully proportioned melons of her swelling titties as he planted a kiss along her deeply dimpled spine near the chink bone.
"Ouch, that tickles, and you need a shave," she pertly reminded him
"Haven't got time for it now, you might fall asleep on me before I finish," he jocularly retorted, nudging the tip of his prick against each satiny inner thigh to tease her. Ruth Trent moaned softly with acquiescent delight, wiggling her juttingly out-thrust naked buttocks to proffer the gaping pink entry of her cuntal lips to his already rampantly swollen prick.
"Ooooh, that tickles even better, darling," she announced in a low, husky, vibrant voice as she archly glanced round at him, her mouth soft and moist and her nostrils delicately flaring. He could feel her pert nipples stiffened to flints against the gentle rubbing of his fingertips against their sensitive points, and now he rubbed the tip of his aching prick very gently and lingeringly all around the labia majora while Ruth, now really aroused, whimpered and impatiently tried to arch and squirm her hips so that he would make adhesive contact with her tingling cunt.
He was thinking about his cute, sexy first-cousin Elizabeth right now, feeling sorry that he had spanked the hell out of her cute wriggly ass last night. But damn it, it had been a close call, and he'd almost thought for a minute that Ruthie might be walking in on them. From a few remarks Ruthie had made when he was courting her, he'd got the idea that she wouldn't take kindly to his fucking around once they were legally one. Maybe he ought to see Elizabeth and tell her that he was really sorry, while at the same time making sure she wasn't going to snitch on either of them. That's what he'd do as soon as he finished this quickie. But right now, his prick was telling him that there was work to be done and that Ruthie was as ready as she was ever going to be. All she needed was a little coaching and letting down her hair about a few of the usual hang-ups which most decent girls had, such as using her mouth and tongue where it would really do him the most good, especially if she wanted seconds and thirds some randy night. But cold winter was coming and there was plenty of time for that. Right now, he had to get into that tight sweet hot box of hers but good!
"Ohhhh, d-darling!" Ruth suddenly groaned as she felt him stab into her and burrow his prick to the balls, which slapped against the under edges of her quaking naked behind. Her face lifted, her eyes wide and humid with passionate intensity, and her titties began to swell voluminously as the tingling hot sensation she loved so well began to take over and drive away even her physical fatigue from the holiday of preparation and serving and socializing.
Mike Trent waited till he could feel the delicious rhythm with which her wakened and attuned cuntal walls began to twitch and clench against his imbedded prick, his right hand leaving her bosom to fondle her belly gently and introduce the tip of his forefinger against the well developed nodule of her sensitive clitoris.
"Aahhh-oh you devil you, you're just bound and determined to keep me from going to sleep tonight, aren't you, Mike Trent?" she squealed in mock indignation. But the convulsive squirming of her naked hips which made his prick rub this way and that against the crannies of her tight young cunt totally belied this verbal diffidence.
"You guessed it, Ruthie honey!" he hoarsely rejoined. "But you know damn well that a good hot cum is the best tonic for sleep they ever invented, and that's just what I'm going to prescribe for you right now, Ruthie!"
So saying, he had begun to pull in and out of her, taking care not to let his prickhead slip out of the moistening, quivering furrow of her excited young cunt. Scrabbling at the wrinkled sheets with her fingernails, turning her flushed cheeks from side to side on the pillow, Ruth Trent felt her knees give way, yawning and then clenching involuntarily as his prick-probing of her tender and aroused cuntal groove began to draw from the innermost reservoir of her sexual response. Now his finger was rubbing her throbbing clit back and forth, releasing it to let it bob up in turgified simulation of the glorious long hard hot maleness she could feel rasping back and forth inside of her. Whimpering and shivering, restlessly continuing to shift her face from one cheek to another on the pillow, her bare toes curling and twisting, her heels jerking, Ruth Trent began to shove back her naked bottom as she felt him thrust deep into her, drawing both of them all the more quickly toward the glorious goal of cum.
"Oh darling, that really is going to put Mama to sleep," Ruth Trent huskily crooned as she sprawled forward, shaken by the throes of a violent climax. "Was it nice for you, honey?"
"Terrific!" he told her. The fact was, it didn't quite have the intensity of last night with Rose Aldrich, but Mike wasn't about to tell his pert, vivacious wife a thing like that in so many words.. . .
After Ruthie had fallen asleep, he had put on his bathrobe over his shorts, and a pair of slippers, and made his way carefully and quietly up the stairs to Elizabeth's room. Remembering last night just after fucking his gorgeous wife Ruth had made Mike Trent have some guilty qualms about how he had punished his cute young first cousin, and besides he wanted to make positively sure that she wouldn't give away any of the details of what she'd seen down in the basement.
By this time, Elizabeth, still unable to sleep, had blushingly slipped down her pajama pants to her knees, and, stretching her long coltish legs out as far as she could, spread her thighs to yawn apart her dainty pink cuntal lips. Her right hand cupping one of her provocative firm pear-breasts, she slid her left hand down her tummy until her fingertips brushed the silky foliage of her bush, and then she gasped with naughty delight as she felt the twitching spasm that ran through her no longer virgin cleft where her fingertips first touched the soft quivering petals.
Closing her eyes very tightly in the darkness, she was able to summon up all the lascivious images that she had seen last night from her hiding place in the basement: how Cousin Mike had been on top of Cousin Rose, his hips jerking up and down, and how Rose's legs and arms had wound around him to pull him down to her. Her forefinger delved between her vulva lips and pressed homeward. She gasped a little to discover that there wasn't any barrier there as she had once found there was before Daddy had put his big hard thing into her last night. And the tingling, warm glow that pervaded her soft narrow young cunt at this frictioning and probing palpitation, onanistic though it was, made her begin to squirm her saucy bare buttocks to and fro against the sheets as she unknowingly imitated the rhythmic gymnastics of a genuine fucking.
Mike Trent stood outside her door a moment, uncertain as to whether to knock or not. Finally he decided against it, since secrecy was the main object in view, turned the knob and stealthily entered, closing the door behind him.
Sharpened as her senses were, Elizabeth heard his footsteps and, with a startled little cry, "Oh my-who is it?" yanked up her pants with one hand while she reached toward the little night lamp at the table beside her bed with the other. As luck would have it, the light went on before her pants came fully over the soft pink cunt and the glossy black bush which highlighted it so enticingly. Hence, although she recovered enough to reach down with the other hand and yank her pants back up to her waist, Mike Trent had for a thrilling moment the vision of her Lolita-like display of tasty young fresh cunt.
"Beth honey-what in the world-" he embarrassedly began.
Elizabeth's face was scarlet as she hastily yanked the covers over her, dragging them up to her neck and looking at him with big, scared eyes: "Oh my gosh, C-Cousin Mike, why did you come here? It's so awful late-my gosh, it must be after midnight or something."
"It is, honey. I-well, I wanted to tell you I was sorry I was so mean and cruel to you last night. But you know how it is, you scared us both-And I also wanted to ask you please, please, baby, don't ever tell anybody at all, not even your daddy, what you saw us doing. It would ruin us both, you know that, don't you?"
Elizabeth stared uncomprehendingly at him for a moment. Through her young, impressionable mind, a kind of self-argumentative dialogue was passing Well, I never! First he hauls me over his lap and pulls my jammies down and lets even Cousin Rosie see my heinie, and then he paddles me just about raw and says just awful things to me. And now he's sorry he did it and he wants to be friends again, and he doesn't want me to tell anybody what he and Cousin Rose were doing. Only he doesn't know that Daddy already knows about it. And he doesn't know, either, what Daddy did to me last night after I got my spanking. Oh gee, what am I gonna do? I don't think Daddy would want me to tell him what happened after I got the spanking. And of course I love my Cousin Mike and Cousin Rose, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt them. But Daddy must be up to something. I don't know what it is, but it's got me curious.