Chapter 5
The following morning, she and her brother awoke before the rest of the family and hurried to the inn before breakfast. Snow had fallen all the previous day, and they had to walk through two foot drifts. Nevertheless they reached the inn well before breakfast time and even had a few minutes to enjoy a hot cup of chocolate and some cinnamon buns, themselves.
The breakfast serving went quickly enough. Ronny was there, smiling and bright. He had old-fashioned sideburns that came down to his jawline. They seemed to enhance his features and perhaps they contributed to his good looks.
After breakfast, she prepared the table for the noon meal, then went about making up the rooms. And that was when she encountered the kind of trouble her brother had warned her about.
There was no sign on the door, so she went right in.
"Come right on in, honey," the frizzy redhead called out.
It was the same redhead who sat at the dining room table, next to Ronny Benson. She hadn't been down to breakfast, and Mary Jane could see why. The girl was more than a little drunk. She had another girl in the room, a brunette, and both were baby-naked. Not so the two men in the room. Both men had dark brown hair, and both also sat at the same dining room table. One was called Mitch something-or-other, and the other man was known as Earl. Mitch was short and compact, while Earl was tall, heavy, and sported a walrus mustache. Both men were in their underwear. They had probably come back to the girls' room the previous night, but all of them had been too drunk to do anything at the time. They'd fallen asleep after stripping down as far as they'd gotten. Her entering had apparently awakened them. While Mitch got up and staggered to the bathroom, Earl yawned and licked his chops, saying nothing as he climbed onto one of the beds (he and Mitch had sacked out on the floor), and then managed to get to his feet.
"Hi ya honey," he yawned at Mary Jane. Then he smiled and said, "Wanna see somethin'? He sucked in his fat gut and tugged his underpants down revealing a monstrous cock, as thick as the barrel of an eight gauge single-barrel shotgun, and almost as long; only the skin was all pink and topped off with a violet, uncircumcised point. The knob at the top of the boner looked like an unpeeled onion.
Mary Jane, after having seen her parents, grandmother, uncle and sister bobbing away at one another no longer felt any kind of shock. She turned away from them and began using the vacuum cleaner she had brought with her, on the carpet. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Earl beckon to the redhead, who got up off the bed and walked over to where he was leaning against a bar in the corner of the room. "Earl shoved the redhead almost violently against the bar, bent his knees somewhat, using them to part her thighs at the same time, then began rubbing his hand up and down inside the redhead's already-wet cunt.
"I like to fuck standing up," he yelled, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
Using his fingers to keep her leaking pussylips wide apart, he used his other hand to guide his phallic probe up into her seething, tight quim, ramming it right into the tight orifice with a single upward flexing of his hips. The redhead slipped her arms around his corpulent body, clinging tightly to the weighty torso beneath his undershirt as she went into a wild, almost insane gyration, slamming her slurping cunt back and forth in insane, mad twists and turns, as if she were corkscrewing herself onto his cock, slowly working her way down to the base. She screeched in delightful ecstasy, feeling his solid meat drive all the way up into her fiery center.
As the plunging prick moved back and forth, revealing itself partially on each backstroke, Mary Jane saw it was covered with a colorless, bubbling froth, and as their pelvises banged together, the froth enmeshed itself in both pubic hairs, making the hairs shine and glisten. She could hear the squish-squish of their movements as the redhead began riding the solid meat all the more violently, her arms now around Earl's neck. Earl responded, his thighs whacking against the fronts of her delightful legs, and he slammed into her with such vehemence, her feet were lifted right off the floor.
"I'm gonna come, honey," he muttered. "Can't hold it back."
"Just a little longer," she begged. "Don't shoot just yet, not yet. Take it out and suck my pussy for awhile."
"Why the ... hell... should ... I?" Earl asked, socking his mighty cock ever deeper into her anxious inferno.
"I'll... uhhhh ... lick your... ohoohh... asshole, I promise. Just don't come inside me, yet. I'm not ready.''
"Shit!" Earl muttered. This is gonna kill the feeling for me."
"Ill make it up to you," she promised, as he slowed down.
How in God's name could they be enjoying themselves? Mary Jane wondered. There was no tenderness, no love, no nothing. At least her father and sister had exhibited strong emotional feeling for one another. Between these people there was nothing. It was purely carnal. Although the idea of sex with her father was still intolerable in her own mind, Mary Jane realized what these people were doing was far, far worse.
"I got me a good idea," Earl said as Mitch emerged from the bathroom after flushing the toilets. "I wanna see you two broads make it together. Once the two of you make one another come, Mitch and I'll fuck the ass off the both of you and finish you."
How disgusting! Mary Jane thought, vacuuming one of the cushioned chairs in the room.
"We'll let Miss Goody-Tow Shoes over there see how it's done," Mitch laughed. "Who knows? Maybe she'll want to join in."
"Oh, Christ'" the brunette spoke up. "I'm not in the mood to make it with Molly, here. I don't like licking pussy."
"Too bad," Molly, the redhead, laughed. "You're just gonna have to like it." And she leaped on the other girl, grabbing her head in her arms and holding her tight as she brought her mouth down on hers. She rubbed her large, bouncy tits against the brunette's smaller, firmer knobs, feeling them harden as the pink nipples swelled and become tiny, anxious spikes.
Molly's hand began moving up the inner thigh of the other girl, and the brunette tore her mouth away, saying, "Come on, knock it off. I didn't bargain for this ..."
And her voice was once again cut off by the pressing, demanding lips of the redhead Molly, sucking at her mouth like an army of leeches.
The redhead's larger tits were rubbing sensuously against the brunette's firmer ones, and it was obvious, even to Mary Jane, that the brunette was becoming affected by the contact. The combination of Molly's mouth kissing hers, and Molly's tits pressing into her own nipples made her breathe hard.
The redhead's fingers, running up the brunette's thigh, now wormed into the mossy fur covering the other woman's pussy. Mary Jane, still working, watched as Molly's fingers moved through the brunette's pelvic bush until they came to the soft, outer labia. The fingers slid gently back and forth, and more moisture began bubbling forth from the brunette's tantalized cunt, like sap oozing out of a maple tree. And then Mary Jane saw the finger part the outer labia into the secret vestibule they protected.
"Jee-sus!" the redhead muttered, "you have one sweet little box there. Christ! Is it ever tight."
Now Molly's fingers were sliding in and out of the slithery temple. The plunging of her fingers in and out continued and it was obvious the brunette was feeling a heated liquidity building up inside her sucking cunt. Her mind was being overcome by her senses, and at that point she almost didn't care whether it was a man's finger or a woman's moving in and out of her slot. She tried to make one more effort to object, and pulling her mouth from Molly's, said, "Come on, Molly, I don't dig the lessie route. Stop it."
"Knock it off," Molly told her: "You don't really want me to stop fingerfucking you, and you know it."
Mary Jane was no longer vacuuming. At this point she was waxing the furniture, and though she kept her face averted, from the corner of her eye she could see everything going on. She watched as Molly's fingers shoved in a little deeper, once again getting sympathetic feelings, only this time they weren't painful. She could almost feel fingers sliding into the sucking center of her hot cunt as the palm pressed against her pelted lips, occasionally brushing the beadlike extension of her own aching clit.
Oh, yes! She knew all about clitorises. She, was at the head of her class in sex and hygiene. So it was no surprise to feel her own suddenly extend itself and rub against her woolen panty.
"What a fabulous pussy," Molly muttered, pressing kisses against the redhead's throat as her fingers moved in and out of the hot, slimy orifice. "Christ! It's so fucking tight, just begging to have someone love it."
There was no doubt about it, now. The brunette was hooked by Molly's moving fingers. Her eyes were glazed, and her thighs, previously pressed together, fighting Molly's fingers, were now wide apart and welcoming them as she writhed, greeting the invading digits. She moved her ass-cheeks a bit so Molly could delve into her a bit better. She began moaning with lust
"You like it, don't you," Molly asked.
"Yes, but..."
"No buts," Molly laughed, leaning over and kissing the girl's right nipple, licking it carefully.
"Thatta girl," Mitch urged. "That's the way, Molly. Do her good. I'll finish her off when the time comes. Just keep working on her."
"Just don't take too long," Earl snapped. "I was ready to come when you stopped me, and believe me, that isn't healthy."
"Look at those tits," Molly said to the two men. "Look how firm and solid they are, like two huge alligator pears."
Molly's mouth came down again on the nipple of the brunette's right tit. She began sucking earnestly, and the brunette started sighing loudly. Molly was like an animal; a honey bear, and she had just found the most delicious pot of honey in the world. Her tongue flicked the now-ruby nipple again and again, making the other woman shudder and quake.
Vile! Mary Jane thought. That two women should indulge in such terrible things together was almost as unconscionable as incest. Was there no beauty left in sex? Was it all smutty and disgusting as she had witnessed? How could people bear to live this way?
The brunette was sighing loudly now, and Molly murmured, "It's good, isn't it, honey."
"Oh you bet," the brunette replied.
"You like the way I suck your tits and finger your cunt?"
"Better believe it. I've been fucked by half of the eastern seaboard and there isn't a male in the world who has been able to make me feel this good."
"Take notes, boys," Molly said to the two men. 'This is the way to do it"
As though in a dream world all her own, the brunette reached out and cupped one of-Molly's heavy tits. Her palm pressed into the nipple, feeling it swell and grow until it was as read as the girl's hair. The breast itself was huge and soft, and in a matter of a few years would start to hang like an old bag.
Molly shifted a bit so her breast would start moving toward the brunette's mouth, and the latter lifted her head and began sucking madly as she felt the thick nipple pass between her anxious lips. Her tongue was running over the velvety rubber, tasting the musky flavor. She began biting on it, chewing and nibbling, feeling the sponginess between her teeth. She sucked as hard as she could, pulling the nipple as far into her mouth as possible, and now it was Molly's turn to groan.
Molly's hand began sliding down the brunette's back as her other hand continued toying with the girl's sopping cunt. Her fingers tightened around one of the brunette's firm buttocks, examining the crease where the cheek joined to the leg and where both were attached to the torso. Her fingers dug into the hard fullness of the asscheek, then rubbed between the full gluteal mounds, touching the girl's asshole.
Meanwhile the fingers of her other hand continued thrusting in and out of the brunette's love tunnel as her palm squashed itself against the vulva.
"You have a great cunt," Molly whispered. "The hair is like corn silk, and the flesh inside is so soft and tender."
Her sinking fingers rammed themselves in all the more deeply, causing one blaze after another to ignite inside the squirming brunette.
Abruptly, the redhead tugged her fingers from the other girl's leaking cavern and lay down on top of her, belly to belly and tit to tit. The sensitive contact was unutterably delightful. The red jungle between Molly's thighs pressed against the dark forest between the brunette's legs, and Mary Jane was wondering what the redhead could do without a cock of her own. The two women clamped their mouths one to the other, their tongues invading each other's oral cavities. Molly licked hungrily, tasting the other girl's tongue, teeth, gums, and palate. And then she broke the kiss off and sat back. She wanted to gaze at the pussy over which she now had total control.
Parting the cupshaped lips of the girl's pussy with her fingers, her tongue came out and licked her lips as she stared into the blazing core beyond those labia. The pinkflowered delight of the brunette's snatch was before her.
From where she was, cleaning, Mary Jane could see directly into the deep, pink well of the brunette's slithery gash, and she decided there just wasn't anything that fantastic about the inside of a woman's vagina. How the redheaded Molly could bring herself to make love to that peach-like gash was totally beyond Mary Jane's comprehension. She was certain her parents would disapprove of this, even if they were involved in another kind of sinful lust
But the brunette was behaving more and more wantonly, thrusting her pelvic center up and down as if anxious for Molly to continue.
Molly moved her own body forward, rubbing the red thatch of her own cunt against the brunette's dark mat as her head came down and her tongue began furiously working on the brunette's nipples. The summits of the girl's breasts seemed to swell all the more in response to the heavy tongue pressed against each in turn. At the same time Molly was rubbing her wet slice of cunt against the gash of the other girl's humping pussy.
Perspiration covered the brows of both women, and the brunette began writhing madly beneath the undulating Molly's pressing body. The redhead's soft-lipped pussy began massaging the tender labia of the other girl, letting its hot juices drip all over the sopping cunt. Each could now smell its hot juices drip all over the sopping cunt Each could now smell the erotic aroma coming from the other, and the on-looking men were incensed all the more as they watched. The white wine seeping from the brunette's sensitive channel was being sponged up by the redhead's muff, and clumps of damp hair-circlets formed on both pelvises in place of the usual fluffy curls.
Molly's entire body, from full, fleshy tits to heavy thighs, was weighing on that of the brunette, but the latter didn't seem to feel anything other than more and more heat as Molly's hungering rictus of pussy continually sought to swallow the lips of the cunt beneath hers, only to feel the pussy fight back as if attempting to gobble hers up.
Suddenly the swelling clits of both women came into contact with one another, and it was as if each had been jolted with twenty thousand volts of electricity.
The brunette jumped, but Molly matched her, thrusting down, forcing their clits to continue rubbing against one another.
"Oh my God!" the brunette screamed as her raw clit rubbed itself furiously against the vaginal extension of Molly.
. Molly, on fire now, not only jammed her sopping cunt more solidly against that of the brunette, but stuffed more of the dark-haired girl's tit down her throat, chewing on the flesh. Flames were roaring in the kiln of her volcano-like cunt, and it was as if burning lava was pouring from her sodden slash onto the receptacle of the brunette, below. The latter forced her center all the higher, grinding her pussy around and around, feeling her labia rub against the other woman's sodden vulva, feeling her pussy water mix with the juices being spat out by the redhead's simmering box. Their pussies kissed as strongly as any two mouths.
The brunette's hands were running up and down Molly's flanks, her fingers digging into the solid flesh, trying to force the woman to press her pussy against hers that much harder.
"Hey man!" the one called Mitch said aloud, "A clit fuck is as good as anything they can do with their mouths. Yeah, come on, girls. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
There was no doubt the brunette was feeling something. She was grinding her pussy with maddening speed under Molly's relentlessly pressing labia. Both girls were jerking madly, each on the verge of a climax.
Earl turned to Mary Jane, who was by the door, and said, "You just stay there, girlie. This is where Mitch and I come in."
He went and literally dragged Molly off the other girl, and while Mitch jumped on the brunette, inserting his cock as far up as it would go, Earl threw himself on Molly. The hot, soaking slipperiness of her pussy totally engulfed and swallowed the full length of his drilling penis. And then he felt as if his entire body were being swallowed whole, gobbled up by the sucking bog clutching his solid cock. He could feel his entire length being pulled all the way down into her greasy, subterranean center. Molly was pounding away at him with her fists, pummeling his chest because of the thrills she felt as his seething tool buried itself in her swamp.
Earl pressed on her shoulders and arms to keep her from hurting him, then pulled his mighty phallus almost all the way back until only his magenta glans was in her blistering pussy. Then he slammed back in with all the savage desire building in him since she'd made him take his cock out before coming. This time there would be no halfway. This time he would pump into her until he fired off his entire load.
Molly screamed like a banshee being speared by a yard-long lance. Her fiery snatch was a forest fire of desire. Her vaginal muscles tightened with all their strength, madly sucking on his swollen prick. He could feel the tug at the very base of his in-plunging prong as if she were trying to detach it from his body.
"Deeper," Molly screamed, "Shove that fucking tool all the way in."
Earl was doing his damndest with long, forceful, battering plunges finishing with a solid thwack as his pelvis slammed into hers. Christ! She had one deep cunt. No matter how hard he drove into her, he couldn't touch bottom. Damn! Damn! Damn!
Mary Jane was now watching in awe, certain that his movement was so fast, the friction in her flaming tunnel would cause the fire to come out of her and fall on the carpet, setting the room ablaze. Earl was shoving his white-hot meat into Molly with such power it looked as if his driving hips were hammers literally driving the spike of cock so deep, the redhead was being nailed to the mattress. She seemed helpless, wriggling and flailing like a gaffed marlin.
"How's it feel now, you bitch?" Earl was muttering. "You got more cock than you'll ever be able to handle at his point. Any harder and my cock'll stake you through the heart."
The brunette was receiving no less thorough a cunt massage from Mitch's solid prick. The shorter, more solidly-built man was pounding his meat almost viciously into the brunette's steaming slot, and Mary Jane almost thought she saw smoke coming from between her thighs. Her fingers were much more active than Molly's, rubbing Mitch's back and teasing his asscheeks, tugging him more deeply into her devouring quagmire. Mitch's mouth was locked to the that of the brunette. They didn't waste time with words, cursing one another out. The feel of tongue on tongue was too sensuous to let go by as his horny nail continued pronging into her juicing crevice. The girl's feet were wrapped around his body, her heels kicking his ass, urging him ever deeper. She moaned even as his mouth continued suturing itself to hers, floundering almost helplessly beneath his constant, relentless attack.
Mary Jane was rooted to the spot, unable to move, fascinated by the sight of the dual fornication. It was obvious from the heavy panting and grunts and groans that all four were enjoying themselves immensely.
If this was the way people reacted with members of the opposite sex whom they hardly knew, how much more wonderful might it be with a person one loved?
Abby had always adored their father. Now Mary Jane could understand why she had taken so readily to being screwed by him. And her mother, Peggy, was always hot. More than once Mary Jane had observed her mother rubbing herself in that spot. Now she had three sons to constantly wear her out. She wouldn't be surprised if one of her brothers actually married her sister rather than let Abby bear a son that might grow up and marry her. After all, the boys needed wives, too, and it was possible their mother might already be undergoing change of life. True, she probably had one or more fetus already inside her. If it turned out to be a female, Michael, her youngest brother, could wait for the unborn child to reach the age of fifteen, and then marry her ... provided it lived. But that left one brother still unmarried, which meant the possibility of her father's eventually marrying said brother to herself. That was as unthinkable as allowing herself to couple with her father.
She gazed raptly as Molly suddenly began cursing violently, screaming obscene words she'd never heard before, mingled with many she had heard. She was sighing, bellowing, squirming and writhing in a mad fury, using so much strength she nearly heaved Earl off her.
"Goddamn, cuntlapping pussyeating, mother-fucking ... eeeyyyeaaahhh ... shitfaced ... oooooowwwoooooo . . . ttitchewing . . . eeeeyaaaaaghhhhhh ... I ... I'm com-mmmmiiiinnnngggg ..."
"Me, too," Earl bellowed, really pumping it to her so swiftly his thumping cock was a mere blur as it rushed in and out of her reddened vagina.
His heavy white semen began spurting wildly into her sucking maw, shooting so heavily it instantly began seeping out the sides, down her thighs, onto the bed. Mary Jane could see and smell the fluid. It should have nauseated her. It didn't. Deep down she felt all hot and bothered. Something was telling her to rush to the bed and lap up the fluid with her tongue so it wasn't wasted.
No, she thought, as the brunette screamed out her own satisfaction. No, she couldn't do that. It was wrong. She had to leave, and quickly.
Gathering up the vacuum cleaner, she yanked open the door as she heard Mitch grunt while in the throes of his own climax. Hurrying into the hallway, she shut the door behind her.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh God! How awful! How disgusting."
She wasn't referring to what she'd seen at that moment. Rather her remarks were aimed at her own aroused feelings. Something inside her was telling her she wanted to do the same things.
"Hey, what's wrong?" a voice asked.
She looked up. It was Ronny Benson. He was just coming out of his own room, across the hall.
"N .. . nothing," she stammered, looking away.
"Like heck, nothing. You look pale. Something's really bothering you. I think you and I should talk about it. Put that machine down. You're in no shape to go on working."
"But I have to finish the next three rooms."
"Miss," Ronny called out to another girl who was coming out of a room farther down the hall.
"Sir?" the girl asked, approaching.
"This young lady seems to have suddenly been taken ill. I'm bringing her down to the lobby to the manager. Do you think you could finish these last few rooms here, as well as those you've been assigned?"
"Certainly. Mary Jane, can I help? What's wrong?"
"In there," Mary Jane muttered, pointing to the door from which she'd just emerged.
The girl walked over to the door, opened it, poked her head in, then came right back out, shutting the door.
"Was this your first time seeing something like that?" the girl asked.
Mary Jane nodded.
"It takes getting used to."
The girl was older than herself, and probably well experienced in the ways of incest The sight of simple fornication would mean nothing to her.
"Ill help her down to the lobby," Ronny insisted.
"Fresh air might help more than sitting in the lobby," the other girl said. "See to it she puts on her coat and goes outside for awhile. I'll cover for her here. But don't say anything to the manager. He's her brother."
"Okay," Ronny agreed.
'Take the back stairs, and make certain she's back by noon."