Chapter 5
Evelyn sat up in bed and looked around the dark room. She could hear the music coming from some place. She listened and felt herself rocking as if she were still on the boat. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was less than two hours since they'd come home.
She remembered the hurried trip back at the sight of a black, boiling squall line moving in. When it had fizzled out, they'd docked and eaten stone crabs at a weathered, homey place overlooking a marina. Then they'd ridden through the night down the Waterway to Desota Inlet, promising each other to do it again sometime because it had been such fun, and then Keith had driven her back to the house. She'd crawled up to bed, delightfully tired and relaxed.
But now the music was going. There was laughter with it. She knew it was Valerie. She tried to ignore the noise and forget her resolution to get Valerie under control, but she couldn't.
Curious, and a bit angry for having been awakened, Evelyn slipped out of bed and put a nightie over her body. She opened her door and heard wild peals of laughter roll up the stairs. She looked at her watch again and saw that she'd misread it. It was two, not twelve. She went out into the hall, hesitating a moment. She urged herself forward, knowing that hesitation and avoidance were not ways to settle the problem between Valerie and herself. She took a deep breath and decided that this would be the night, that the longer it went on the way it had been, the worse things would get.
The sounds came from Artemus' study. For a moment, she had the fear that he was back, that he was in there with her, having a party. Male laughter came through the door, not his. Evelyn went up to it and knocked loudly.
"Valerie," she called.
The door opened, startling her. A boy's head came around the edge. He had dark, curly hair and a wild look in his eye. The stench of burning weeds came wafting out.
"Hey, it's a chick dressed for action, Val," he laughed.
Before she knew what had happened, the boy had pulled her into the room and closed the door. She stood with her mouth agape, staring through the marijuana smoke at Valerie, another girl about her own age, and a man older than the one who had pulled her into the room. They were all sitting on the couch, naked.
"Valerie, what do you think you're doing!" she asked loudly.
The question was meant to be reprimanding, stem, indicative of her parental authority. But it came out rather shaky, because it was obvious what they were doing, because the sight of Valerie's sensual body was still having an effect on her.
"We're having a party, Momsy," Valerie smiled. "It's nice of you to join us. We were just going to start fucking each other, weren't we, Gloria?"
The girl was long-legged and willowy, with small breasts and slender hips. Her hair was long and brown with sunbleached streaks in it, and it was nearly invisible over her pussy. Her features were small and fine, her mouth as round and tight as her small-lipped cunt. Her eyes ran up and down Evelyn's figure, assessing it through the nightie.
"So, this is your new mother, huh?" she said quietly. "You were right, Val, she is nice--very nice."
The boy behind Evelyn held her arm and forced her forward. He was still grinning. "Too nice for you, Gloria. What about it, Val, does she fuck too? I'm getting a hard dick already."
"Let go of me," Evelyn snapped, jerking her arm away. "Valerie, how dare you! Put that joint out and go to your room. Your friends are to leave immediately, is that clear? And I don't ever want to see you doing anything like this again. Come on, move."
Valerie slouched against the cushion and lifted her thigh over the arm, spreading her raven-furred pussy wide. She dabbled in the soft tissues with her finger, making them swell and grow bright pink.
"There you go again, Momsy, coming on strong. Relax. We're going to have some fun. I think you should pull off your nightie and join us. Jack's a marvelous fucker. He'll show you what you're missing being married to Daddy."
The older one on the couch grinned. He was broad and stocky, with short sandy hair and a goatee that was barely visible. Evelyn glanced at him, saw his penis jerk upward lewdly, then blanched. She thought he was a vile creature. She took menacing steps toward Valerie, fully ready to slap her smirking mouth hard. But the curly-headed boy grabbed her again and curled his fingers in the shoulder of her nightie.
"Hold it, Mama," he said. "We're here to make love, not war. I think a little cock will calm you down."
"Don't force her, Dale," Valerie said quickly, grinning again. "Momsy won't need forcing. She's the kind who gets hot just watching. She'll come around on her own in a little while, as soon as she sees how much fun we're going to have. Gloria, come here. Show my mother what she missed out on yesterday when I offered to let her suck my pussy for me."
Gloria slipped off the couch and got to her knees between Valerie's widespread thighs. An incredibly long tongue slipped out of her small mouth and teased the soft inner surfaces of Valerie's thighs. Dale giggled and went to the door to lock it and remove the key. He stood beside Evelyn, his eyes strangely bright.
"Valerie, you stop this instant!" Evelyn cried, watching the slow, sensual advance of Gloria's tongue toward the raven fur.
Valerie cupped the back of the girl's head and lifted her pussy up. "Not on your life, Momsy," she said huskily, leaning farther back, spreading open languorously. She went down sideways until her head was in Jack's lap, her dark hair fanning over his thighs in silky waves. "Mmm, Gloria, stop teasing and lick me in the right place," she moaned. She reached for Jack's penis and pumped it stiff with her slim fingers. She glanced at Evelyn with an impish expression, then pursed her sultry lips. "Watch how fast I can make him come with my mouth, Eve," she said. "And think how fast I could make you come, too."
Her soft lips sucked around the tip of Jack's prick and made him buck his hips upward immediately. He gasped and closed his eyes, forgetting Evelyn was there.
She watched with mounting emotion. She tried to make it be disgust, horror, or any of the other proper emotions. But the slow swelling of her nipples betrayed her. The engorging of her labia and the sudden warmth radiating upward from them through her abdomen made her realize that the disgust was being overridden by desire once again as she watched her stepdaughter's lithe body writhe sensually under Gloria's bold tongue. It was openly licking Valerie's pink tissues, twirling around the distended nub of her clit, and drilling inside her damp vaginal hole. Evelyn shivered once, unable to stop from imagining the sensation her own pussy would feel. She felt herself beginning to slide once more along that dreadful plane. She tore her hungry gaze from Valerie's soft, sucking lips as they teased up and down the prick between them, and in a last effort at control, went to the telephone on Artemus' desk. The moment she picked it up, intending to call the police, Dale jerked it from her hand and backed her against the edge of the desk.
"None of that stuff, Mother," he said, his eyes still wild. "I don't wanna get busted again. You do like Val says, and relax. Look there, my dick wants to give you a quick injection, a tranquilizer. How about it, Mother?"
He grinned and lifted the hem of her nightie to her waist, jerking roughly against her struggling arms until her breasts were bare and a cloud of nylon was around her neck and face. His stiff penis pressed warmly against her belly. She felt it thump with readiness. Her head began to spin. She couldn't believe the utter contempt and insolence of Valerie and her friends for her.
"What are you doing!" she cried. "Don't you know who I am? You let go of me, or I'll have you arrested so fast you won't know what happened! Valerie, your father's going to hear about this."
Valerie lifted her head and said, "Cool it, Dale. I told you she wouldn't need forcing."
"I'm horny, Val," he complained.
"Stick it in Gloria."
"What if she calls cops over here?"
Valerie smiled slickly. "She won't. Daddy would beat the shit out of her for getting me into trouble. You know that, don't you, Eve?"
Evelyn stared at the girl. Enough had happened in the past two days to make her think Artemus might. She hesitated a moment too long, and then Valerie laughed softly, making a victorious sound.
"Let me out of here," Evelyn said in a low voice, pulling her nightie back down.
"Huh-uh, Momsy. You have to watch us all fuck and come. Then you may go--unless you want to change your mind. Gloria, give Momsy a little lick--just a little one, so she can see what it feels like."
Gloria lifted her head from Valerie's pussy. The crotch and surrounding thighs glistened wetly, and Valerie's pelvis kept tilting up and down. Gloria walked over to Evelyn on her knees, smiled up at her, and reached out for her nightie, slipping it up her thighs.
"Get away from me!" Evelyn cried.
"Hold her, Dale," Gloria said.
Strong hands clamped onto Evelyn's upper arms. Dale grinned at her and watched Gloria's mouth ready itself. The nightie slid up, despite all Evelyn could do to keep from lifting. She felt warm breath bathe her twat. She turned her head and half sobbed as the first lap of tongue washed across the lips of her box.
"Do it again, Gloria," Valerie said.
Hands gripped Evelyn's hips. Thumbs pried her labia apart. The long, pointed tongue insinuated itself into her cleft and twirled upward, burning her clit with blazing sensation. The tiny, pursed mouth surrounded her organ and sucked gently, shattering any control that was left inside Evelyn. She felt her vaginal tunnel ripple and disgorge a flow of juice. Gloria licked it up and drilled into her pussy for more. Then she lifted her head back.
"is that enough, Val?"
Evelyn glared at Valerie, at the wanton, vicious expression in her face. She knew her nipples were fully bloated and thrusting against the thin nightie in outline. She knew her vulva was twitching plainly for more stimulation. She knew what would happen if Valerie left the couch and came over and sucked her cunt herself. Defeat was so imminent it frightened her. But, mercifully, Valerie didn't know that. Or, if she did, she wanted to prolong Evelyn's agony until the eventual downfall came at a time more to her choosing.
"That's enough, Gloria. You can come back to me, now." She sat up with a sultry expression. "Better yet, you finish sucking Jack, and I'll eat your pussy. That way, Eve can see how wonderful it's going to be for her when I eat hers."
They shifted positions. Valerie got to her knees and thrust the smooth curves of her ass behind her. Her head dipped into the hairless cunt, and her soft lips engulfed the entire area of vulvular meat. She pulled and licked gently and ran her slim hands up and down Gloria's body. The blonde worked feverishly on her boy friend's cock. Dale watched them and licked his lips, glancing repeatedly at Evelyn's breasts under the thin nightie.
"Hey, Val, what about me?" he asked.
"Jack off," she said.
"Aw, shit. Lemme fuck her! I gotta fuck!"
"Come here, Dale." He went over. "Sit on my butt and jack off so that she can watch. You can look at my ass and pretend you're fucking it."
"Lemme just fuck it, Val."
"I'll give you five dollars."
"Five? Well ... do I get to fuck later?"
"Sure, Dale."
"That's what you said last time. You gotta promise."
She stared at him for a long moment, until his eyes wavered. "I don't gotta do anything you want, me to do, Dale, remember?"
"All right," he said weakly. He mounted Valerie's hips, facing backwards, his balls resting at the top of her deep cleft, his thighs straddling her buttocks. He began fisting his ready cock with a sullen look. He gave Evelyn a lustful stare and then began pumping faster, as if fucking himself into her pussy from a distance.
Evelyn gripped the edge of the desk and watched it all, her eyes shifting from one sight to the next. She felt her passion boiling deep inside her, no matter how she tried to keep it down. It was base; it was animal. It was just the kind of thing she'd tried so hard to avoid by marrying Artemus.
Somehow, the others disgusted her. Jack's closed eyes and writhing hips, Gloria's bloated cheeks and sucking mouth, Dale's juvenile manipulations of his drooling penis. The only sight that refused to obey her command for control was that of Valerie's sensual mouth. It seemed to devour the entirety of Gloria's genitals in torpid sucks and licks that drove her into writhing spasms. The tongue licked from puckered anus to hooded clit, and then her soft mouth would capture her entire crotch and suck.
Evelyn shivered several times as she imagined that mouth on her own organs. She watched the pear-shaped, weaving buttocks, with Dale perched atop them. She could see the meat of Valerie's labia pulled downward between her thighs. The lips were parted and shiny. Evelyn was aware that Valerie wasn't being screwed-- in any way, that when the orgy had spasmed and guieted, her stepdaughter would be unfulfilled. She felt a momentary need to get on her hands and knees behind Valerie and do something to her cheated pussy so that she could come with the others. But the moment she recognized the desire to do that, she knew that it was exactly what Valerie had planned for her to do. It was why Valerie hadn't let Dale fuck her--so that her pussy would be open and available for Evelyn's fingers, her tongue, anything. Evelyn gripped the desk until her fingers were white and held herself there, letting her passion seethe and ripple inside her body with furious force. She decided she would rather sit on Dale's prick than fall prey to Valerie's devious scheme.
Jack moaned suddenly and lifted his hips, running his jumping prick into Gloria's throat He shook and spurted his load into her, making her come. She squeezed her thighs tightly over Valerie's head, -- and her pelvis seemed ready to shudder into pieces. Dale moaned and looked at Evelyn challengingly, then squirted several dollops of semen toward her. Evelyn forced her hands to stay wrapped around the edge of the desk. She closed her eyes and turned her head as if revolted by the spectacle. But she was exerting all her will to keep from grabbing her pussy and masturbating to a shattering climax.
Valerie turned around finally and came toward her. "I'm still hot, Eve," she said softly. "Nobody made me come. I was hoping you would."
"Get away from me, Valerie," Evelyn said levelly. "Tell him to unlock that door."
Valerie smiled somewhat sadly and sighed. "You're a hard one to break, Eve," she said. "Maybe the next time you'll give in and join us. It would be so easy. All our problems would be over, and we could be friends. You think about what you saw tonight. Imagine me sucking your pretty auburn pussy while Gloria twirls that nice long tongue of hers up your asshole. Mmm, I shiver just thinking how good it would feel to you."
"Let me out of here."
"You're not going to tell Daddy, are you?"
"Certainly."
"He won't believe you. I'll make him not believe you. I'll do worse than that. I'll tell him you were sucking pussy like the biggest butch around. You know what he did to Mama for that, don't you? She didn't get one penny from him, either." She smiled evilly. "I saw to that."
"I'm sure you did. The key, Valerie."
"Not until you touch my pussy again. I just loved the way you slid your fingers into my cunt last night. Didn't you like it?"
"Go to hell."
"No key then, Momsy. You'll have to watch us fuck some more. We've only started. We get pretty wild. You won't be able to stop from joining us. Don't you understand--I'm giving you a chance to get away. All you have to, do is touch my pussy again.
Evelyn swallowed hard and drew in her breath. "Give me the key, Valerie," she said, her voice not coming out right.
"I told you the way."
Evelyn gripped the girl's shoulders and shook her back and forth with fury. "You bitch! You little bitch! Give me that key!"
All in one swift motion, Valerie forced Evelyn's hand from her shoulder and placed it squarely over her cunt, spreading her thighs so that the fingers entered her cleft and vagina. She gripped Evelyn's buttocks with her other hand and pressed herself tightly against Evelyn's body, writhing rapidly, her lips against Evelyn's ear, her breasts mashing softly against Evelyn's, their bellies and hips bumping together. Their pussies were separated by the thickness of Evelyn's hand and the thinness of her nightie.
Evelyn heard the sharp intakes of breath next to her ear. She felt the knuckles of her hand press against her clit and lips. She felt the shuddering, climaxing warmth of her stepdaughter against her, and she nearly lost her control and came with Valerie.
In a moment, hot lips sucked at the side of her neck, and the graceful body went slack. She felt moisture all over her hand again, and she felt sick that Valerie had achieved part of her purpose. She pushed the girl away from her, wanting to spit, wiping her soaked finger on her nightie.
"That's the way I like to come, Eve," Valerie said. "Hard and long--against you. Next time, you'll want to come with me, you wait and see." She sucked in her breath, making her tits thrust forward. "Dale, unlock the door."
Evelyn swallowed repeatedly, afraid to move until the door was open. The curly-headed boy unlocked it, holding it open for her. She took quick steps from the room, trying not to run. Gentle laughter followed her, and then the door closed again.
"Oh, my God!" she sobbed, looking back. She hurried up the stairs and closed herself in her room. In the darkness and privacy, she allowed her pussy and breasts to throb and her body to feel once more the touches upon it that lingered in her mind. Valerie's orgasm against her had been a terribly erotic thing, and she couldn't deny it to herself. She pressed the heel of her hand against her cunt and felt the slippery material of her nightie slide all over her burning tissues. She moaned softly and then whirled around in fright at the sound from her door. A dark figure stood just inside.
"Get out of here, damn you!" she cried, certain it was Dale.
"Evelyn--honey, what's the matter? I heard you crying downstairs, and I came up to see if I could help."
"Keith!" she sobbed. "Oh, Keith!" She ran to him and threw her arms around him, letting her emotions go.
He soothed her with his gentle hands and whispered softly. "Honey, what's happened--what's the matter?"
"God, just hold me a minute."
She clung tightly to him. "It was Valerie, wasn't it," he said darkly. "That goddamn party of hers woke me up too. Christ, you can smell the pot all over the house. What did she do, Evelyn, tell me."
"I went down to stop it," she said haltingly. "One of them pulled me in and locked the door. They made me watch. They did--perverted things. She wanted me to do them. With her. Keith, what's wrong with her? What is she trying to do to me?" She pulled her head back and looked up at him, shaking him slightly.
Keith was silent for a long moment. She couldn't see the expression on his face. For some reason, she wanted to.
"Answer me, Keith--what is she trying to do?"
"She's--she's trying to get rid of you, Evelyn. I told you that. Just the way she did with Mother."
"But how?"
"Pictures, Evelyn."
"What? I don't understand."
"Pictures of you--that she can show to Dad."
"My God!" Evelyn gasped. "But how could she do that? There were no cameras."
"I don't know how. She's never told me how she did it last time."
Evelyn released him and sat on the edge of her bed, putting her hands to her face. "God,-- I can't understand any of this, Keith. I feel so small and helpless. I feel I'm some small pawn in a master game of chess, unimportant, and yet not. I don't know who's playing, who's pushing the pieces around, or why. I don't know why Artemus married me, only to be as vindictive and cruel as he's been. I don't know why Valerie wants me out of the way, as you say." She looked up. "And you, Keith--what do you want of me?"
"Evelyn!" he cried, rushing forward, putting his arms around her. "Darling, all I want is you!"
"Oh, I wish I could believe that, Keith," she whispered.
"Will you let me, Evelyn?"
"I didn't say that. I've already told you I can't do that now."
"Then why not?"
"Because I can understand that, Keith. It's a motive that's plain and uncomplicated; it's one I can deal with. But Valerie--your father ... oh, if I only knew why!"
He kissed her lightly, tenderly, calming her. He looked at her through the dimness. "I have to tell you something, Evelyn," he said. "What I said last night--about taking you from him ... that made me sound small and petty. I didn't mean it that way. I did, but I don't any more. I wanted to hurt him. Now, I don't give a damn what he thinks or feels. It's become real, Darling. Do you understand what I mean? I've thought a lot since this afternoon on the boat."
"Keith, don't."
"I have to tell you. I don't know how it could happen this fast, Evelyn, but I love you. I know you would be good for me. I know I could make you happy. I don't care about your problem. I mean, it doesn't frighten me. I would understand. I would be patient and try to help you. Maybe it would go away if you were married to the right man, had you thought of that?"
"Of course, Keith. That's the main reason I married your father."
"But he isn't the right man!"
"And you are?"
"Yes! Let me prove it to you. Now."
She gasped as she felt his hand cover her breast warmly. "Keith, no--don't. Please--not again."
"I want to show you, Evelyn. I want you to let yourself go with me. I want you to know that you can trust me."
"Keith, I couldn't!"
"Please--please!"
He reached through the darkness and kissed Evelyn fully, rimming her lips with his tongue. Evelyn felt her heart pound strongly at his gentle touch. She felt her need soar. She knew she was defenseless to him right now. She had seen too much, felt too much. She had been brought to boiling by his sister, and now he was taking the lid away to permit her passion to escape.
She gasped harshly and opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue inside, moaning in protest and acceptance at the same time. Everything seemed confused, too unreal to matter whether it was right or wrong. She needed her husband, but he wasn't here. And, even if he had been, she knew in her heart that he would have ignored her or been cruel again. Keith was the only one she could turn to, either for understanding-- or for love.
She gave way and let him tip her back to the bed. His tongue probed after hers, and his hands traveled down her silken nightie to her thighs. She moaned again when his hand went between them and slid the hem of the nightie up and touched her flaming pussy. The sound was one of protest, but she opened her thighs for him anyway.
She reached inside his bathrobe and felt his naked chest, hard and lean with youth, so different from his father's, whose chest was knotted underneath with a flabby feeling about the skin. She remembered the first night with Artemus, and her hand slipped inside the robe to Keith's penis. Her fingers wrapped around the stiff, ready stem of his cock. She puffed air through her nose and pulled on his penis. It felt strong and right and normal to her.
"Evelyn--God, Evelyn," he gasped, his hand roaming over her sensitive mound, his fingers curling in her pubes and slipping up and down her cleft.
"I'm frightened, Keith," she whispered.
"Don't be. You're safe with me. Let yourself go, Darling. Do what you did on the boat this afternoon, only do it as much as you want. Come until you can't come any more, until it's all drained out of you."
"I'll hurt you."
"No, you won't."
"I hurt Jimmy. I chewed his prick until it bled. I let him hurt me. Keith, I've never told anyone this. Oh, God, I shouldn't have told you."
"Yes, Darling, yes--oh, I'm glad you did. It's the only way we can make it so it doesn't happen again, don't you understand? You can't hide from it all your life, you've got to face it, work it out with someone who trusts you and loves you."
"Oh, Keith--hold me ... fuck me ... I'm so hot. You don't know what it was like down there. She wanted me to come. I nearly did. She pressed ,up against me and came and came, trying ... Darling, I'm frightened. Stop--get off. No... "
"Shh." he quieted her. "Lift up--there, that's better. Now we can do everything--anything, everything, Evelyn."
Her mind was spinning with sensation. Her whole body was aflame. His gentle touches on her skin made her flesh smolder and burst into tiny fires of sensation. Her thighs thrashed, and her pussy shook under his hand. Her head rolled back and forth, and images of Valerie's lewd, wanton manner came to her.
"Hurry and fuck me, Keith!" she cried.
He mounted her, his prick straining toward her sodden hole. He smelled her perfume and moved forward, slipping his cock into her wet, warm tunnel. She lifted up and gobbled his penis into her body.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes--I don't care! I don't care!"
"It's right, Evelyn; it's good and right! Come, Darling, don't wait for me. Just come and come."
Her eyes popped open with astonishment. She felt her orgasm whipping through her body already. She clamped her arms around his back and lifted high, feeling his hands go under her buttocks to pull her pussy tightly to him. She shuddered violently, feeling her nipples ready to pop open and fount forth her passion against his chest.
"Keith, I'm coming!" she cried.
"Do it, Darling, do it!"
She choked off a scream and let her thighs turn outward, tipping her pussy at the same time so that the root of his cock was between her lips. She felt his testicles tapping at her perineum, and then a white flash of delirious passion exploded in her mind. She strained against him for a long moment, paralyzed to breath-sucking immobility while his prick rode in and out of her cunt and his chest mashed her tits flat. Her buttocks went taut and then cramped, forcing a squeak from her throat. His hands massaged them, and the intensity of her spasms began to fade.
She made a small circle with her hips, then another, and then her bottom was rolling around his spearing staff until the next one hit her and made her abdomen grow rock hard.
"Oh, come, Darling, come," Keith whispered softly, smoothing his hand over her straining, sweating forehead, burying her face in the hollow of his shoulder.
She gasped and strained and exploded more violently than the first time. She fell back panting heavily and began pushing at his chest.
"Get off, Keith, get off. That's enough. I'm afraid to--oh, get off!"
He pulled her pussy tightly around his prick and didn't budge. "Not yet, Evelyn," he said. "Not until it's all out of you. There, feel that? I'm still in you, still fucking you. I haven't come yet. You don't want to leave me hanging, do you? Darling, we're still fucking, feel us? Come on, lift up again--let your pussy open wide and flood my prick with your slippery cum. Drench me, soak me, make a satiny bed for all the seed I'm going to send swimming in there."
"Oh, God!" Evelyn whimpered. Her buttocks dug into the bed and bounded back up again as she swamped his penis with her fluid meat. She sucked hungrily at his tongue and allowed her womb to swell. His cock twisted And pushed in her vagina, and her muscles accepted him with uncontained avarice, trying to pull him deeper, trying to make him longer.
"That's it, Darling, do it. Oh, you're going to make me come this time. I'll be there with you--all the way, Evelyn, all the way. Honey, lift up--there." His finger searched her deep cleft for her anus, sliding up and down. "God, Darling, you're flooding the bed. It's running along your ass--slippery ... there, feel ... sink down and let it go in--in!"
Evelyn was beside herself with passion. All the old haunts came back to her, frightening her, doing battle with the conscious part of her mind that told her to stop before it was too late. She felt his fingertip sliding along the oiled surface of her perineum and crack, where her pussy had leaked its slippery fluid. It touched her anus, pressed, then slid into her body, expanding the sensitive nerves and muscles and making her leap with breathtaking bounds toward still another orgasm.
She listened to his words, thrilling to the softness of them and the dirtiness of them. But he said them in a way that made them clean and good, not dirty, not vulgar. It wasn't like the other times, with the other rooting men who had tried to make her go mad with delight. This time, it was the way she'd dreamed of. It was soft and satiny. The lights were out, and the sheets whispered against her skin. Yet there was part of it that wasn't the way she'd dreamed. She was reacting too strongly. She had no defenses. She was going over the brink. She imagined how she would be in a moment, babbling, sucking, fucking, taking his cock into every hole and portal of her body, drooling saliva from her lips while her head buzzed with the delirium she'd kept suppressed for so long.
She hesitated. Her asshole quivered around his finger. She tried to pull back from the terrible precipice and couldn't. She felt her whole body trembling as with a malarial attack. She clutched his young, strong back tightly and sobbed into his ear with harsh, ragged bursts of breath.
"Don't let go of me, Keith! Don't let me be hurt! "
"I won't Darling, trust me!"
"Say you love me!"
"I do, Evelyn, I do!"
"Oh, God--I can't ... God, Keith, God!"
She heard him growl. She felt his prick throb furiously inside her cunt as his heavy load squirted deep. Then she was switching underneath him, squeezing him with her arms until she was certain she would crack his ribs. Her legs flew up into the air, and then her heels drummed against his buttocks. Her thighs coiled about his, like pythons ready to crush his bones. Her cunt muscles clamped tightly around his shaft, blocking his flow of sperm into her until they released for the next grinding spasm that would come and claim her. She choked and cried so hard her throat became raw; and tears squeezed from her eyes to dampen her cheeks and hair.
She knew she was hurting him. She couldn't help but be hurting him. Her hips twisted violently at the same time her cunt muscles seized his staff in a crushing grip that prevented it from sliding, as if her pussy were some kind of tender-trap capable of snapping his stem off at the base. Her fingernails dug into his back, and her teeth bit his shoulder, his ear, the side of his cheek.
She began to sob openly, fully contrite for hurting him and yet unable to stop it. Her orgasm drew out and out as if it would never stop. Her clit thrust up against his pubic bone and set her off again. Her muscles began to protest and weaken jerkily until she felt she was flopping beneath him like a beached fish.
At long last, her nerves could take no more, and they stopped their synaptic function and gave her rest. She relaxed in a series of muscular twitches that ran through her arms and legs and made her uncoil from around him. Blood pounded dizzyingly through her temples and made her ears ring. She seemed congested all over her body. Her nipples felt near to popping, her arms seemed leaden and thick, and her fingers throbbed as if she'd been hanging upside down for hours. She panted deeply, sobbing and choking at the same time, her tears soaking into the sheet beneath her cheek.
Keith smoothed his hand over her face and head and kissed her tenderly, whispering softly. "Evelyn--Darling Evelyn. Is it better, now? Did that help? It has to help, because you can't go on that way forever. There's an end to it, Evelyn. Let me make it come."
She turned her head and saw that he was wincing slightly. "I hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I knew it would happen, Keith. Oh, why did you make me do it? I didn't want to hurt you."
"It's all right. Don't worry about it. I could stand pain like that twice a day with no trouble." He smiled at her through the darkness and cupped her face in his hand again, kissing her. "Is that all? Are you trying to tell me it's over? That wasn't much." He chuckled softly. "The way you talked, I was afraid you were going to tear me in half and beat on me with the stumps."
Laughter bubbled up through the sobbing and made her hiccup ludicrously. "If you make me laugh, that'll be all," she said.
"Well, we can't stop now." He pumped his hips against her. His prick made sucking sounds in her cunt as their juices bubbled out.
"Keith, don't," she warned him, her voice firm. "I mean it this time. Don't move. Let it go."
"You won't hurt me."
"It's hard on me, Darling," she laughed. "You weren't that blind, were you? How much of that do you think I could stand?"
"As much as I can give you, and I can give you more.
"Not now. Come on, up. I feel like I'm swimming. God, what's Mary going to think when she changes my sheets?"
"To hell with Mary. To hell with all of them. It's just us now, Evelyn. You and me. I didn't let you down, did I?"
"No, Keith--you didn't."
He rolled away from her. His prick flagged, and his balls were soaked. She got up and went into the bathroom. He heard water running. She came back with a washcloth and a towel and cleaned him off.
"That's real service," he smiled.
"You'd better go, now."
"Not on your life. I'm staying here with you."
"Keith, don't overstep your bounds."
He took her hand and looked at her. "That's funny. Somehow, I got the impression you'd already allowed me to do that, Mother."
She tried to pull her hand back. "That was cruel. Why do you want to make it worse than it already is? "
He pulled her onto the bed against him and held her. "I want to make it better, Darling, don't you understand that by now?"
She smiled in the darkness and cuddled against him thoughtfully. She felt odd--nearly suspended in some strange way. She knew what had happened. She knew she was lying with her husband's son and would be sleeping with him the rest of the night. They would make love again--several times, perhaps, before her husband came home. She knew it, but the impact that should have been there wasn't.
"What has happened to me, Keith?" she questioned softly. "I feet so strange. I feel that I'm dreaming, or that I'm someone else."
"Shh. Don't talk, Evelyn. It's all right. Everything's going to work out beautifully."
She lifted up and looked at him. "What do you mean? What's going to work out?"
"Everything," he said. He kissed her lightly.
"What if he finds out, Keith? What if Valerie tells him?"
"She won't."
"She will! You know she will!"
"I ... I didn't mean that. She would if she knew, of course, but she won't know."
"What if she checks your room? Keith, you'd better go back."
"Come on, now. She won't check it. Besides, we have plenty on her, don't we?"
Evelyn let him force her head back down. She gave in to the soft caressing of his hand. "Yes," she said. "We have plenty on her. Keith, hold me."
"What's the matter?"
"I can't help feeling I'm in the midst of a terribly diabolical plot. Tell me I'm not."
"Not with me, Darling. Not any more."
Evelyn wanted to question him further, but he rolled over suddenly and kissed her fully, running his hands over her body, awakening it again. She moaned in protest and then in acceptance as his ready cock slid into her body once again. She wasn't as wild this time because of the nagging uncertainties in the back of her mind.