Chapter 9
"Oh, Ted, Ted!" Tracey's Aronson's woebegone, tear-stained face stared up at her boss in abject misery. "I just don't know what to do. How could they have said awful things like that about me? I was just acting like the guys wanted me to, and I thought they liked me ... I thought I was really part of the crowd..."
Comfort's frown deepened. "There, there, calm down, sweetie," he soothed, stroking her tousled golden curls away from her flushed forehead. Then, breaking their intimate embrace, he marched toward the well-stocked bar which occupied almost an entire wall in his small bachelor's pad and found two clean highball glasses. "A drink'll help, honey. What's your poison?"
"I d-don't know," she half sobbed. "V-v-vodka, or tequila, anything that doesn't taste n-nasty."
He mixed two Tequila Sunrises with a practiced hand: a double splash of tequila, some Florida orange juice, a good squeeze of lime, and crushed ice. Then he sat back down beside her on his low-slung Scandinavian leather couch, once again entwining his burly arms around her slender, shaking shoulders. After that delightful deflowering some weeks ago, he'd forced himself to hold to a hands-off policy ... an under-age little lover was just a bit too dangerous, even for a men of his rebellious temperament. Oh, of course there had been lots of touching and kissing during working hours, but it seemed that Tracey was being sexually satisfied elsewhere and wasn't really hungry for more. In fact, she'd seemed increasingly fatigued, though she'd always performed her chores with accuracy and enthusiasm in between yawns.
This evening, however, she needed comfort and renewal of her self-confidence, and he wondered if a good fuck wasn't perhaps the best method to stop her flood of tears. Poor kid! She hadn't realized what a tight, puritanically hypocritical society reigned her in the rural Midwest, and she'd fallen into the same trap so many other young girls did of thinking she could gain social acceptance through promiscuity. And no wonder, either, considering that the lines of communication with her mother were so blocked that she'd come to him instead of her parent when the ugly truth hit her full in the face.
Debutantes could get away with murder; rich young scions were expected to sow their wild oats. But when an ordinary middle-class girl tried to play the same game, she was immediately classified a tramp. The fact of her unusually high level of sensuality made the whole question even more complex, and Ted felt a bit guilty because he'd helped rouse her slumbering sexuality and had persuaded her that acting erotic was a positive quality.
Well, hell, it was! It was just this stiffling atmosphere in these parts that perverted things. Luckily he'd finally gotten the name and capital to enable him to sell this boatyard and buy a bigger and better one on the West Coast. Three months from now, he'd be thousand of miles away from Birch Bay and no more homesick than he'd been the first time he left home to run away to sea.
"That's better, isn't it, Tracey?" he murmured softly against her silken hair as she sipped her drink. "Listen, so you've made a few mistakes-we all live and learn. It doesn't mean you're not still a beautiful person."
"Oh ... but I feel so ugly and dirty," she sighed hopelessly. "I feel-I feel used."
"You have been used," he replied, abandoning the warm curves of her cuddling young body once again to refill their glasses. "But it's their loss, not yours-ultimately, that is. You're a woman with a hell of a lot to offer a man, baby, but these guys you've been running around with aren't men-they're stupid little boys who just want to prove how cool. Think of it that way and you'll feel better, okay?"
"Oh, I just don't know..." the teenager's voice trailed away sadly. She took another sip of her drink, which was indeed raising her sunken spirits, then flashed her kind boss a shaky smile. "I just wish I didn't have to go back to High, 'cause everyone's gonna be talking about me and treating me weird, y'know. But I can't help liking sex, honest I can't! I-" she took another gulp, her eyes softening as the tears dried, "I feel sexy right now ... I-I'd love it if you'd fuck me. Do you think I'm horrible when I say that?"
"No, I sure as hell don't!" The older man was, in fact, extremely aroused himself. "I think you've things more together than any sixteen year-old gal I ever knew, and it's really a drag that you're stuck in this sick part of the globe where people are all fucked-up about sex. C'mon, let's get naked!"
Tracey's cut-off Levi's, skimpy tee-shirt and pastel pink panties were lying in a heap beside his blue work shirt and jeans when the front door burst open and Mrs. Aronson burst through the unlocked front door looking like the wrath of God. Sparks of fire shot from her dark brown eyes, zest for battle had painted two scarlet spots on her high cheekbones, and she wielded her worn leather handbag as though it were a weapon as she stomped through the small foyer into the main room.
"Ted Comfort, where are you?" her strident voice reverberated through the one-bedroom bungalow. "Come out here this instant! I want an immediate explanation about-oohhh!"
Comfort was in the living room; she hadn't noticed the bodies on the couch in the far corner until now, or she'd have made a more discreet entrance. Despite her rage, she was loathe to have to witness the vile man's odious indecency-having intercourse in the middle of the living room and in broad daylight, the very idea but it was too late to retreat now. But. . . but. . . the sex maniac and his cheap blonde paramour weren't having normal sexual relations!
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "Ugh..."
Snixante-neuf. . . the same repulsive, unsanitary act her ex-boyfriend had tried to persuade her to perform on their long-ago date, and also one of her former husband's perverted hang-ups. What sort of woman would allow a man to put his mouth against her most intimate flesh while simultaneously touched his big throbbing thing with her own lips? she wondered dizzily, then noticed on closer inspection that Comfort's naked companion wasn't a woman after all. She was a young girl...
"TRACEY ARONSON!" she screamed, horrified, incredulous. Somehow, even the explicit evidence of the teenager's dairy hadn't truly brought home the fact that her child was capable of such depravity. "HOW DARE YOU?! "
The frightened girl's glistening lips drew away from the huge flesh pole with a lewd little slurping sound, but otherwise the sinful couple didn't move a muscle. Even the penis remained arrogantly erect, and the harder Denise tried to ignore the proud, purple-veined phallus, the more it obsessed her. Suddenly Comfort chuckled.
"Well, well, if it isn't Denise. Didn't expect you to drop by this afternoon, my dear. Come to join in the fun?"
"You may think this is a laughing matter," retorted Denise in a voice which shook despite her efforts to steel herself against the salacious spectacle, "but I don't think you'll still be smirking when you find yourself on trial for child molestation."
"Mother, please!" the young girl cried out. Her first reaction had been clammy fear, but Ted's strong, confident embrace gave her more courage than she'd dreamed she possessed. "He's not molesting me ... and I'm not a child anymore, either!"
There was a moment's pregnant silence during which Denise's face drained of all color and her knees started wobbling weakly. Comfort laughed again.
"Sit down before you fall down, why don't you, Den-ni? And pour yourself a drink-you look as though you could use one."
The mother shot him a look of loathing, hating him for his calm conversational tone, but she did as he'd bid. That's better, she told herself as the whiskey warmed her belly. Now maybe I can stop reacting like a wishy-washy, weak-willed female. Even as the thought ran through her throbbing head, however, she was unable to rip her eyes from the sordid scene on the couch.
"Tracey, get away from that dreadful man this minute!" she tried to sound authoritarian. "Put on your clothes, and wait out in the car while I finish discussing this with Mr. Comfort."
"I think Tracey's old enough to make her own decisions, aren't you, honey?"
The teenager nodded, astonished at finding herself able to stand up against her strong-willed parent at last. "I want to stay here, Mom. And-and Ted's not dreadful-he's wonderful! You just don't understand."
"No," Denise snapped, "I most certainly do not under-"
Comfort interrupted, still infuriatingly cool and smiling more broadly than ever as he instinctively sensed Mrs. Aronson's subconscious sexual arousal. A lascivious flicker of lust gleamed in his green-gray eyes as he mentally undressed his voluptuous ex-girl friend.
"Now, what were we talking about? Oh, yes-a law suit. Well, I frankly don't think you've got much of a case, but if you really want to take this to court I wish you'd discuss it with my lawyer. As you may have noticed, I'm occupied with other things at the moment."
"Of course I'm going to take legal action!" Denise spluttered, vainly trying to pull her indecently short skirt over her knees as she felt his eyes roving over her half-exposed loins. "Look how you've corrupted my innocent daughter! You should be locked behind bars so you don't get the chance to ruin any other little girls' lives."
All of a sudden Comfort lost patience. Domineering dames were the ultimate drag, and the warm proximity of little Tracey's cuddling curves was making him impatient to resume love-making.
"You stupid bitch!" he swore. Then he gently kissed Tracey and stood up, penis jutting from his sparse-haired groin at a ninety-degree angle, and strode toward where the woman was collapsed on one of the cushions which served as chairs. "You know what's the matter with you?"
Her eyes glazed over as his weighty weapon approached. She tried to speak, but not a syllable passed from her quivering lips. For some inexplicable reason she was overcome by an emotion which, unfamiliar as it was, she recognized as fear.
"You've never known a man who had enough balls to put you in your place, that's what's your problem. The cure for a stuck-up, tight-assed bitch like you is a good fuck."
He took another couple steps toward her, so that he stood mere inches away and she could see the pulsing veins and soft-haired testicles and a dewdrop of fluid on his threatening cockhead. To keep herself from admitting weakness and retreating, the distressed divorcee swallowed the rest of her Scotch.
"Of all the nerve..." she mumbled in a shaky whimper.
"Shut up! Lady, you've met your match this time. I'm gonna do what you've been wanting some guy to do for years, even if you're much too high and mighty to admit it-I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you, till you know what it means to be a woman. A real woman, like your daughter here."
"You must be out of your mind! Put one finger on me and you'll be sorry!"
"The only thing I'm sorry is that I didn't have the guts to do this when you were seventeen, you bitch. You wanted it then-don't try and pretend you didn't! Well, now you're gonna get it."
Anger and dread raced through the thirty-five year-old brunette's veins like liquid lightning and sent adrenaline surging through her system. Impulsively she reached out and slapped him hard across the cheek. Even as the resounding smack still echoed through the birch-paneled room, she knew she'd made a serious mistake.
"All right, you asked for it!"
Before she knew what was happening, she was flat on her belly, gasping for breath from the impact of the blow which had sent her lurching to the carpet. A split second later, the skimpy cotton shift she'd borrowed from her daughter was torn from her body with a sickening sound of ripping fabric, and her panties joined the growing pile of discarded clothing another second later. Since she'd long since burned all her bras, she was now as naked as the vengeful male and her sinful child.
Comfort stared down at her ripe white buttocks; they were fuller, more mature than Tracey's, as were the golden globes of her breasts which were crushed against his fur rug. Painfully crushed, he hoped.
Damn the women's liberation movement and all its insidious offshoots! Well, this particular snooty bitch was going to get a good dose of pain and humiliation which would cure her of her cold conceit forever, by God. And, as he inspected the dark crevice between her flailing ass-cheeks, he knew exactly which punishment would fit the crime. His potent penis was going to ram deep into her ass-hole until she screamed out in pain, then began whimpering and begging in a frenzy of unwanted arousal. Yeah! that was the answer! SODOMY!
But first, a bit of will-breaking humiliation...
Denise finally regained her breath. "You pig! You filthy animal!" she howled, squirming in an unintentionally seductive manner as she tried to summon the strength to rise. How had she ever ended up lying like a helpless slave girl on the floor after all those rather expensive karate courses? "You'll pay for this! You'll-"
The naked man laughed as he lunged on top of her to pinion her to the fur throw rug ... a sinister, satyric chortle of mirthless lust. "This is how I like to see you, Denni," he sneered, digging his fingernails into the tender flesh of her resilient buttocks. "Lying there helpless, waitin' for my cock in your ass. But first we're gonna play some turn-on games. Tracey," he looked from mother to daughter, eyes softening somewhat at the shocked expression on his adolescent lover's pretty face, "c'mon over here."
The schoolgirl obeyed as if hypnotized, her slim, curvaceous figure shivering with fearful excitement as she slowly moved from the sofa to the naked couple on the carpet beside the fireplace. Mother's face was pressed tightly against the rug-thank God, she'd never have had the nerve to meet her parent's eyes.
"Kneel down between your Mommy's legs," directed the demonically excited man. "Spread her thighs, and start kissing her pussy just like I was doing to you when she barged in uninvited."
Tracey froze. She'd seen Danish blue movies of women licking each other's vagina's at one of the many cruiser parties she'd attended lately, and had been aroused by the salacious spectacle, but with her own mother? Oh, no, she simply couldn't. . .
"Oh, Ted, no!" she gasped weakly.
"Listen, honey, you trust me, don't you?"
She nodded mutely.
"Well, this is gonna help your mother, understand. She needs to learn that sex is great, just like you did. I promise you it's okay! Honest!"
Who in her entire life had she ever believed in more than her wonderful boss? Very slowly, the teenager dropped to her knees and put her small hands on Mother's quivering thighs. She pushed them apart, shuddering at her own audacity and shocked at the intense emotions that surged through her at the sight and feel of her parent's voluptuous body.
"Tracey!" whimpered Denise. This whole bizarre situation was too depraved for belief, and the worst of all was that her will power seemed to have deserted her. She felt drained and helpless, and it was impossible to ignore the shameful dampness of her pussy, the strange flickerings of desire which were fast .transforming her into a white-hot mass of sinful longing. "Don't listen to him! You can't do this! Youoouuhh..."
After all, the teenager rationalized dizzily as she gently kissed her mother's softly-fleeced "vee", haven't I known for ages that Mom needs to turn on to sex? And she's all wet-she MUST need it, even if she won't admit it. Just like Ted said! Her tongue snaked into the dewy depths of her mother's squirming pussy, hesitantly at first, then ardently as her own passions flamed higher. Oh, God, how wicked this was ... how wonderful!
"It's okay, Mom," she heard her own voice whispering. "T-Ted knows what's best, really he does..."
"That's my girl! Tongue her good-get her ready for my cock!"
In a way, he wasn't surprised to see that his rebellious ex-girl friend was almost immediately growing excited. She'd been a hot-blooded little thing at seventeen, and probably hadn't ever had the occasions to express her hidden erotic nature since ... and she was her sensual daughter's mother ... His vision blurred slightly as he stared down at the two different but equally exciting female forms writhing beneath him in an incestuous lesbian embrace: one lithe, undeveloped, but responding like an experienced call girl despite the fact that he correctly suspected she was a novice at this particular sort of sexuality; the other more lushly rounded, though without an inch of excess flesh on her statuesque figure, unwillingly beginning to respond to her long-denied yearnings. An anguished throb of his mammoth member told him he couldn't hold back a moment longer.
"All right, Tracey honey, that's enough." His voice sounded strange in his own ears, hoarse and almost inhuman in the throes of passion. "Now get down and spread your sweet legs so Mama can do the same to your pussy. I'm gonna take care of this end of things!"
All the while, Denise had been mewling in anguished, but hopeless, protest. Now, as Comfort's eager cockhead smashed up against the cringing crumpled ring of her anus, she let out a loud howl.
"Nooooo! Not that! Please! Stop, stop, stop-oh, God, you're hurting me! Stop!"
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He spread his palm flat and brought it down hard against the side of her tender-fleshed breast which was spreading out from under her feverishly thrashing figure.
"Shut the fuck up!" he rasped. "And put your mouth 'round your kid's pussy, or it's gonna hurt a helluva lot more."
"Oowwwhhhhh!"
"Do what you're told, bitch!"
He struck her other breast, then dug vise-like fingers into the sensitive skin on her pliant buttocks for support as he shoved his rampant rod down through the resisting walls of her rectal passage. At last, with a low moan of despair, she complied ... a cry which, much to his gratification, soon grew to an involuntary croon of prurient pleasure interspersed with yelps of physical anguish.
"Relax, Mom, that way it hardly hurts at all," Denise heard her sixteen year-old child murmuring in a tender tone. It was as if, by some strange magic, their roles had been reversed and she had switched from mother to daughter. "Just make your muscles real loose back there and soon you'll feel great! And I'll keep kissing your beautiful pussy so's you'll feel ever greater!"
In spite of the vile obscenity of it all, Denise was deeply moved by her daughter's soft words of assistance. She'd felt more rejected than she'd realized consciously when Tracey chose to obey Ted and ignore her own mother, but now she dimly discerned that the young girl had honestly been doing what she believed to be best. And, in all honesty, she couldn't recall ever having experienced anything more delightful than her little girl's lapping, nibbling lips and gently twirling tongue around her clitoris.
"Thank you, darling," she said, discovering to her shock that Tracey was correct. The instant she stopped fighting against the unnatural invasion of her anus, the pain receded to an almost pleasurable pressure which, combined with the intensely blissful sensations in her pussy, pushed her to the point where right and wrong no longer mattered. "Oohhhh, I-I feel ... "
She stopped herself before admitting her growing arousal, not wanting to give Ted Comfort that satisfaction, but when the youngster replied, "Feels what, Mom? Does it feel good? Tell me...", she forgot her resentment in a rush of love for her child.
"Yes, yes, it feels heavenly," she breathed.
"Then use your tongue just like I'm doing," urged the precocious teenager. "Please, Mother ... make me cum, too,"
Until now, Denise had been very timidly touching the fresh-scented folds of coral pink flesh without really exploring the slightly quivering little lips and passage, but now was so turned-on that all revulsion and guilt faded and she gladly set out to satisfy her daughter. Why, she wondered dizzily, had she always considered genitals something ugly? Tracey's vagina was beautiful-soft and smooth and secreting a fluid more exquisite than the most expensive French liqueur. Was a man's penis just as nice? there seemed no reason why it shouldn't be...
"Aaahhh, good!" Tracey bubbled ecstatically. "I never did it with a woman before like this-I never dreamed it's be so fantastic! And I can feel Ted's big prick with my tongue! Wow-I'm already almost ready to cum!"
"I-I'm glad it's the first time, darling ... glad I can help you d-discover sex, too..."
"You two beautiful bitches," Ted, who'd kept silent during the tender interchange, burst out. "You're all woman, both of you! Denni, you've got the sweetest, tightest ass I ever felt-it's driving me crazy! And Tracey, I can feel your tongue, too. Christ almighty!"
Denise remembered vaguely that she should be insulted to be called a "bitch" and "all woman", but she wasn't-she was proud and happy and, at last, truly free and liberated. She was alive now, she loved and was loved in turn, and she was speeding toward the most stupendous orgasm of her thirty-five years. What more could any female ask for?
As the sexually awakened divorcee began feverishly bucking up her buttocks to receive his pistoning penis deeper into her anus and crying out, "Yes, Ted, fuck my ass! Fuck it hard and deeep and good! Oooohhhhh!", he couldn't hold back any longer. Urgent sperm was churning in his heavy testicles, and it was evident that both mother and daughter were also ready to explode.
"Now! I'm gonna cum!" he bellowed. "Cumming in your ass!"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Oh, God ... oooohhhhh!"
The white-hot spurt of male seed into her spasming rectum, plus Tracey's ever-more-enthusiastic tonguing, triggered the mother's orgasm. Seconds later, stimulated at the sight of Mother's writhing ecstasy and the sticky white semen trickling out of her ass-hole over her quivering buttocks and thighs, Tracey was wailing out her blissful fulfillment. All three were overwhelmed by the intensity of their climaxes and the powerful new emotions their incestual orgy had roused; clasping each other's perspiration-slickened bodies, they collapsed for long minutes on the floor in a half-conscious haze of post-orgasmic peace.
Denise was the first one.to stir. Rolling over, she kissed her daughter full on the lips, then turned toward Ted and, completely uninhibitedly, kissed the sperm-sticky phallus which had raped her-and released her.
"You were right, both of you," she sighed softly. "Sex is beautiful! And we should have done it long ago, Ted."
He looked deep into her soft brown eyes. "Never too late to make up for lost time," he said, his cock rising again. "I'd love to fuck your cunt now, Denni."
Her tangled brown curls shook no above his eager erection. "No, Ted, first I want to suck your big prick ... why don't you suck Tracey while I do it? And then we'll make love..."
That's just what they did, till about five in the morning when they collapsed in total exhaustion.