Chapter 5
Jill tip-toed silently up to the front door and opened it with her key. In the eerie mid-evening stillness, the lock tumblers click loud as rifle shots. Her father had the Saturday morning shift at the cement plant where he worked. Jill knew she'd catch hell if she woke him up.
The X-rated movie had not turned out to be all that sensational. The man in the red neck tie was a used car salesman who did very little except run from one bedroom to another. Except for the commode scene, there was very little sex to speak of, and everyone all agreed to cut out early.
Jill had said goodnight to Kevin and now she was inside her home, the evening hearing its logical end. It had been all right, she told herself. The sex had been good, even better than she'd expected. Come seed still leaked from her cunny as she crept up the stairs to her bedroom at the end of the hall. The cum slime felt warm against her mound and its pungent odor drifted up from her stained panties.
"Why do I do these things, she asked herself. Men do these awful things to me. .. Isfiouldn't let men do these rude acts... Oh, I like having sex... but it's wrong for men to come down on me whenever they want... I shouldn't let them."
Jill was no woman's libber, but she had read several magazines advocating feminine militancy and she agreed with some of their ideas.
She didn't like it when the man made all the decisions. Why did society deem it wrong for the female to take the initiative when it came to sexual matters. Many times she felt like taking the family car and cruising around until she found some big stud that turned her on. But she couldn't rush off and fuck the first person that struck her fancy because it made her feel guilty. It was all right for a strange boy to take her out to an X-rated movie and shove his organ in her cunny. That made her one of the girls. But reverse the order and she was considered a slut. Several girls who had been friends during grade school had asserted their independence and the boys avoided them as if they had syphilis.
Jill stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of her mother's voice.
"Is somebody there?" she said. In the pitch black hallway, a sliver of light shown underneath the bedroom door. Her folks were awake.
"Jesus, Agnes, there's no one in the house," her father said. "Jill's not due in for another hour. So get that night gown off, baby, before I rip it off." Jill was speechless. Her father and mother were about to perform sex! Her heart pounded with excitement. She tried to visualize what they would look like. Her father was almost bald and had a large beer gut that seemed to spill out of rumpled trousers he wore to work. And her mother was almost thirty-eight years old!
Wouldn't it be sensational watching the folks do it? thought Jill. The subject of sex had never entered family conversation in her house. Once her father had mumbled something about the "joys of reproduction," but her presence had made him so nervous that he never had finished speaking his piece. About the only thing she remembered was a stern warning about avoiding unwanted pregnancies.
Jill waited breathlessly outside the bedroom door deciding what she should do. The door was closed securely and the key hole was too small for peering into the room. There was a bedroom window, however which had a small balcony that was rarely used. She knew that going from her room across the roof and to the balcony was an easy procedure even in the night.
Yes, it was easy and she was going to do it. Jill's mind that only moments before had begged for sleep, was now fully awake. She knew there would be holy hell to pay if her father caught her sneaking a peek at their lovemaking. But curiosity had the best of the girl. To miss such an opportunity was unthinkable. She had to watch them get it on.
Jill climbed out on tar papered roof and cat-walked her way to the balcony which she hopped down on without a sound.
The night was cool and still, but the action inside the bedroom was hot and heavy. The drawn window shade was only partially closed. And by laying on her side, Jill had an excellent view of the bedroom.
Her mother lay back on the mattress, her head propped up by several pillows and her knees pulled halfway to her chest. Jill followed the slender outline of her mother's body to the pit of her crotch. Her father's nude body hung over her mother, his face just above her crotch. He grinned wickedly and his tongue dangled from his mouth. Suddenly, he disappeared into the V of her mother's legs.
WHAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Jill bit down on her arm to keep from screaming. She did not have to be reminded what her father was doing with his tongue. Her cunt ached and the flaccid thigh muscles flexed with renewed strength. There was no feeling more joyous than that wet tongue lapping at your clit button.
"Oh, that's so fucking good, George," her mother groaned. "Just you keep working on that clit till I say stop, ya hear?" For an instant the whole world seemed to go silent for Jill. Just the gentle whisper of the wind followed by the wet slapping sound of flesh licking flesh.
"Oooooo!!!" said Mrs. Watson, "that tongue of yours, George, sends sparks shooting through me." She twisted and turned her supine body, grinding her ample hips against the invasion of male flesh. Jill saw that her father had worked his tongue into parted slit of her mother's cunt and was thrusting it in and out, up and around her flesh mound. Jill's own cunt was sopping wet. She knew the pleasurable sensation of a man's drooling tool sticking the ripe softness of her quim. Having experienced such earthly joys only minutes before, Jill was primed for more sexual contact. Her whole body shook with the erotic desire. Though the incessant voice of her conscience would not let her throw open the window and hop into bed with her folks, Jill was not content being only a voyeur.
How can I? she wondered. My own mother and father enjoying their marital bliss and I'm intruding on them. J don't care for them. I just want my body satisfied. I just want to have sex all the time!
"Fucking-A, George, hurry up!" screamed Mrs. Watson. "You're just teasing me. You know how I want you to fuck me. Quit this bullshit and let's do it!"
George withdrew his tongue and stared wantonly, at his wife. Though his belly was enormously bloated, Jill noticed his hips and thighs were hard, sinewy muscle. She also had no trouble recognizing the crazed, glassy stare in his eyes.
"Just remember Agnes, this is your idea," he said, pulling her by the ankles. Tm perfectly content to fuck your hole or your face like we do every night of the week. I like your cunt, it gives me lots of pleasure and it's soft just like your mouth."
Jill was having a difficult time understanding her father. Perhaps they knew something about sex that she didn't. The thought incensed her. She had long ago given up taking advice from adults. She was on her own, a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. Except, that is, when it came to moments like this when she felt her confidence challenged.
"Shut up, you talk happy son-of-a-bitch," said her mother. "I want you there. Right between my thighs, sweetie."
Jill was dumbfounded. She had never heard her soft-spoken mother talk in such a profane manner.
She seemed possessed by a foreign spirit.
"Keep talking, dear," said George rearing back. He sat on his knees just inside the V shape of her legs. "Here's my big prick and I'll stick it just where you want it." He grabbed her thighs and pulled her over on her stomach. Jill watched as her father shoved a hand under her mother's pussy and lift her into a kneeling position. Now George was staring directly into parted cheeks of her asshole.
"Oh, yes, George," Agnes said a whine in her tone. "Now do it, damn it. Don't jam your finger in and think that's going to make me come. I want your whole cock, understand. Every fucking inch. And I want it straight up my asshole, right to the hilt."
Jill trembled all over as she looked at the rounded curve of her mother's ass. She had heard dirty stories from the girls about the wild orgasm a girl could have getting ass fucked, but she rejected such talk as pure fantasy. But the picture of her mother before her was no fantasy. She was actually going to do it. And it made Jill squirm. She could not shake the image from her mind; her father kneeling behind her mother like ah animal, his swollen cock jutting out like a giant ice-cream cone. She wondered what the feeling of her father's prick would be like banging at the tight knot of her bung hole.
"And use the goddamn lubricant," Agnes said, a tremble of passion betraying the commanding tone in her voice. "Grease my hole good. I don't want the fucking club of yours splitting my shitter."
As she spoke, George dug out a two finger gob of Vaseline and stuck it between her ass cheeks.
"Good and greasy!" encouraged Agnes, feeling the gooey warmth invade her bung hole. "Jesus, that feels good. Stretch me out, baby. Really lube that hole. Ahhhhh!"
Catching her breath, Jill watched her father work his fingers in and out, up and around the bunch of tight, sensitive muscles. Her own asshole burned with desire watching daddy perform his task diligently. In a dress, her mother looked big-hipped. But naked on the bed her giant butt cheeks appeared sensuous, the ravine-like split of her ass looking marvelously inviting.
Unable to control herself any longer, Jill unzipped her Levi's and carefully piled them in a corner of the porch balcony. Next came the shirt, and the frilly bra so she was entirely naked. The chilly wind tensed her nipples into tense little cherry stones. Her cunt burned with passion and her flesh was taut with excitement. The twin joys of danger and sex egged her on. She felt no longer a master of her mind, but a captive of her fertile imagination.
"Oh God, George, give it to me," Jill's mother said, moaning as though in pain. "You get me all hot and hungry for it. Fuck it, George. Fuck it or I'll go out of my mind." Her mountainous hips swung back and forth against the fingers which tooled her asshole.
"Ok, sweetheart," he told her moving in between her parted legs and positioning his cock. Jill watched enraptured, as the big, swaying cock slipped into the ravine.
"It's going to hurt a little," he warned, "this much meat stuck all at once in your virgin asshole is going to make you climb the walls."
"Do it! Jesus fucking Christ! Do it," she begged. Pausing before the half-enraged woman, George guided the long prick up to the prune-like sphincter muscle and gently worked the cock head into the opening. Jill could almost feel the prick as it entered her mother. Frantically she jammed two fingers into her cunny and stroked rapidly with long thrusting jabs. Juice leaked into her hand; good, frothy cunt juice that made her nostrils flare from its pungent odor.
"FEEL IT!!! GOD I CAN FEEL IT SQUIRM!!" screamed Agnes. Her body shook and quivered as the shaft probed her bunghole. It seemed to leap into her all at once like molten liquid burning a path up her ass channel. She gasped and heaved and shook and screamed while the shaft plunged into her flesh.
"Aaaahhhh!!!!" she groaned, her voice triumphant. George spread her ass cheeks open wide and pulled his wife down on his joy stick.
'Take a little more, baby," he coached. "Get it all inside." Jill stared in continuous fascination as the huge club pushed into the slot. She gasped with every flinching move of her mother's buttock. His cock was going in much easier than she had imagined. She wondered if her bunghole would take a dick so easily. The thought of a shaft sliding in and out of her channel inflamed her imagination, and she took out her excitement on her cunt. Faster and faster, in and out went her fingers. Her cunny burned white hot as the orgasm was not far behind.
"IN!! IN!! STICK IT IN!!" screamed Agnes. Her mother's hand grabbed the bed and she lunged her butt, screaming and shouting at her husband. George bear-hugged her middle and rode his shaft home, hunching her hole open with short, jabbing strokes. When the cock finally nestled in to the hilt, he rested, panting like a dog while Agnes cursed and grunted.
Jill watched the old man draw back his weapon and plunge it into her mother's asshole. She couldn't see the entry hole, but the way his prick slid in and out, she guessed it to be as big and soft as her cunt.
I want Daddy ... right there between my ass cheeks .,.. God, it's an awful thing to say, but I do .. . I want his prick inside me, Jill thought. Her body trembled and shook uncontrollably as the orgasm built to a peak. The aroma of her cunt sputtering and spitting its juice excited her. Wildly, she yanked her hand from her cunt and plunged her dripping fingers into her mouth while stroking with the free hand. She alternated in a masturbating frenzy, hand fucking her cunt while sucking on her juice.
"Stick it in again! Again!! AGAIN!!!" screamed her mother feeling the thundering joy of the prick trapped inside her asshole. Her body screamed for satisfaction as she thrust and corkscrewed her hips against the stiffened phallus. She was good with her hips and could move them in so many, exotic ways. She hunched with short strokes, and pounded with long strokes, and twisted and swung and shuddered with combination strokes. The cock seemed to grow inside her. She felt it pulsate and buck like a baby kicking in the womb.
"Come you fucking prick!" she screamed at George. He responded with a groan that infuriated her. She pulled up her thighs and sat down on his cock, sucking the shaft into her hole.
Jill screamed at her mother's jerking action. At the same time she came on her fingers with a rush of cunt slime pouring into her hand. Suddenly, as if on cue, George's body jerked strongly. All his muscles seemed to tense and then she saw his white ass rise up lifting her mother in the air. Jill screamed again as the sparks of sexual passion ignited in her womb. George grunted loudly, oblivious to his daughter and began thrusting his prick in and out of his wife's spongy asshole.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful. Fuck me good.
Yessss!!!!" she screamed, as his cock glowed, as his cock glowed in her channel. "CUM!!!! CUM!!"
"Just what you want, bitch!" screamed George attacking his wife like a cowboy breaking in a horse. Their flesh slapped together sounding like fresh dough hitting the table. "Here's that good fucking! Fresh, hot cum just for you! Cum! Cum! CUM UP YOUR ASS!!!!"
George bucked his hips and timed his ejaculation so the prick was completely buried in the folds of his wife's asshole when he let go.
"Aaaaiiieee!!!" screamed Agnes as her asshole closed around his spurting cock. Hot semen rushed up her channel, surging into her breach and spreading out into the virgin flesh. She pumped her hips for the final jets of her husband's fluid then fell forward on the bed exhausted. Her asshole twitched spasmodically as it continued to milk the flaccid shaft buried within it.
Jill was exhausted from orgasming with her folks. Luckily they had not heard her burst out screaming or she would have been in real trouble. She stood up without thinking and stretched.
Down below her she heard the hedge rustle as someone scurried away. Jill looked incredulous; who could possibly be down in the backyard near the hedge? Suddenly she felt panic seize her. Had somebody been spying on her or her parents?
Her head swirled with hideous thoughts. Who would do such a thing. Quickly she gathered up her clothes and tip toed back across the roof.
"Oh, God that was good, George," she heard her mother say as she was leaving. "That was the best I've ever had."
"Yeah, well just clean off my cock, sweetie," her husband said with obvious enjoyment. "Lick all that wonderful shit off with your tongue and maybe we'll do this more often."