Chapter 12

Jerry brought his Ford to a halt in the Winters' driveway. He looked at Morry.

Jerry bit a fingernail. "Well, here goes. If one of the girls answers the door, we might be in trouble."

"Why?"

"She might shriek."

"Don't worry about it. Just go into your pitch. They're smart. They'll catch on."

"Okay. The worse we can get is some spit in our eye." He opened the car door.

The doorbell was answered by a man. He was tall, handsome, and had gray sideburns. He was smoking a pipe and holding the Sunday paper in one hand. His red velvet smoking jacket topped a pair of creased black trousers. "Hello, boys, what can I do for you?"

Jerry's eyes became a vacant stare. His mouth worked but no words issued.

Morry shifted his weight nervously and nudged his elbow into Jerry's arm. Still Jerry didn't speak.

The man's eyes squinted.

Morry spoke up. "Hi. We're from the church committee, sir. We've come to inquire about your church affiliation."

The man turned his gaze to Morry; the man's eyes looked puzzled. "What? Oh. Church. Well, you see, we're new in this neighborhood, and we haven't had time to affiliate with a church yet."

"Yes, sir," Morry nodded. His anger at Jerry's loss of nerve welled up in his mind, making his words sharper than he'd intended. "That's not really a very Christian attitude, sir. A good Christian always goes to church."

The man glowered; he seemed to have lost his voice.

"Who is it, dear?" a female voice chimed from the background.

Morry's ears practically rang. The voice was almost incredibly familiar.

"What was that you said, young feller?" the man asked Morry. "A good Christian what?" His face was turning red with anger.

Jerry suddenly found his voice. "Sir, we've come to take your three daughters to church. We figured they need it."

The man stared at Jerry as if he were looking at a madman. "What's that? My three daughters? How do you know I have daughters? How do you know I have three?"

Jerry stood nonchalantly on one foot. "Well, sir, it's like this. I just happened to be scrounging around the old mill one night, like last night, and lo and behold there was suddenly this helicopter. Then this guy brought a guy named Farquar into the mill and there was this redhead in a room."

Both Morry and Mr. Winters stared, with open mouths, at Jerry. Perspiration broke out on Winters' forehead.

"Dear," the female voice chimed again, but more insistently, "who is at the door?"

Winters swallowed with difficulty. He stuck his mouth over the end of his pipestem and tried to puff. Instead he coughed violently. "Just a moment, dear." he turned to glare at Jerry again. He lowered his voice. "What are you talking about? You're crazy or something."

"No, I'm Jerry Frey, and I'm accepting your invitation to come in and talk things over."

Winters glanced at the boys' faces quickly. "Well," he sputtered, "of course, boys. From the church you say? Of course, of course, step right in."

They stepped into the hallway. Winters shut the door quietly and pointed to a room. "Why don't you step into my study? We can talk about ... church in there."

The boys went into the room he indicated. Winters ducked into the living room to talk to his wife. Then he rushed into the study. He sat down on a chair opposite the sofa where the boys sat like the fine young men they seemed to be.

Winters' stern eyes seemed to be burning at Jerry. "All right, what do you want? Money? Impossible. I'm broke. Oh, I know all this looks like money, but it's just a front. I've had a bad time, you see, uh, Mister Frey. Farquar has something on me, something awful, and I've been forced to set him up."

"Uh huh." Jerry studied his fingernails. He looked up as the study door popped open and a beautiful blonde woman stepped inside. She smiled prettily at Jerry. "Oh, are you the boys from the church?" Then she noticed Morry and froze.

Morry looked at her with dropped jaw. His lips quivered, his tongue tried to lick his lips and failed.

The two gazed at each other like statues.

Mr. Winters first stared at Morry, then at his wife.

Morry finally found his voice. "My ... God, Mona!" he gasped.

Winters frowned. "Mona? Mona who? What the hell are you saying?"

Morry's eyes widened. He made a croaking noise, swallowed to clear his throat, then pointed at her. "That's-Mona! The broad I told you about, Jerry! Last night! The one I picked up at the theater! Mona! Mona Pennypacker."

Mrs. Winters clutched her throat in horror. She didn't seem able to move from the spot.

Jerry's startled eyes went from Mrs. Winters to Mr. Winters. He pointed to Winters as he looked at the horrified woman. "And he's the guy I saw up in the mill house last night with the redheaded broad for Farquar."

Winters head whirled to face Anne Winters. Their eyes seemed locked in inexpressible shock. "Anne," Larry Winters moaned. "Anne, I can explain."

"Y-you?" she said with a shiver. "Mill house? What mill house? You were at the office last night working late again."

Jerry burst into laugher. "Like hell. He came up to Gilles Mountain in a Century helicopter with Farquar. They've got the old mill house up there fixed up as a love nest. And you should see the redheaded tigress stashed there. Wow! I mean, like a centerfold."

Anne's lips quivered. "Redhead? Oh, no." She held her palms to her cheeks. "That woman again. I knew all about it. You and that horrible secretary from the office. How could you?" She rubbed her fingers into the tears streaming from her eyes.

Winters rose with wobbly feet. His whole visage changed. His eyes became wild and darting. "What does this kid mean calling you Mona? What theater? What movie? You were supposed to be bowling last night!"

Anne's blue eyes seemed to sink into her skull. She stared at her husband, her mouth drooped, then a slow smile began to form. "What of it? Yes, I picked up that boy at the theater last night. Then we drove out into the country and fucked our asses off." She burst into shrill laughter. "And what're you going to do about it, Larry? You and your cheap secretary in a love nest in the hills. You pig. Taking that beastly Farquar up there to get in on it."

"What do you mean, cheap Farquar?"

Anne thrust her hands to her trim hips and jutted her jaw forward. "I've already slept with him. That night you had him over for cocktails he cornered me in the kitchen while I was preparing the hors d'oeuvres. You were downstairs at the bar, as usual. He knows how to treat a woman. He. threw me onto the kitchen table, unzipped and fucked the shit out of me. It was the first good fucking I've had in years." Her voice kept rising higher and higher, until it became a shrill outcry.

Mr. Winters sat down on the chair in a heap. He rubbed his sweating brow. "I can't believe it, can't. After all I've done for you. After-" He waved at the study with a vague gesture, "-all this. Worked my guts out to give you everything."

"Really?" she countered. "You didn't care a thing about me. You probably thought my cunt was too big, but the fact is your cock is too small." She pointed at the grinning Morry. "His cock is twice as good as yours."

Jerry cast a droll glance at Morry. "Then everything they said about you is true."

"That's nothing," Morry said, "I've only been showing half of it."

Jerry addressed Mr. Winters. "Um, Winters, my brother and I have been looking around for jobs as executives. We're electronics experts. I understand you have a couple of good positions open."

"Him?" Anne scoffed. "He only knows one position."

Winters face chalked. "Why yes, I think I might be able to put you in as head of a special projects department. Perhaps your brother would be interested in becoming head bookkeeper. I've definitely been looking for someone to take that job."

"It's a deal," Jerry announced.

Morry stood up and walked to the telephone. "I think I have a phone call to make." He dialed home. "Pa? Happy to get you up at this early hour. Just wanted to congratulate you on the swell time you were having in the back seat of your car last night after you left the theater in Cedar Falls. Oh, and by the way, Jerry and I won't be home tonight. Or tomorrow, either, I guess." He hung up and returned to the sofa.

Mr. Winters' dazed eyes aimed at the boys.

A roar of laughter filled the room. Barb, Lisa, and Joan danced in behind Mrs. Winters, whooping and jumping.

"We heard it all from the stairs," Joan shouted.

"Yes," Barb put in, "now you can't keep us in any more, either."

Lisa said, "What's more, we've been going out with Jerry and Morry for quite a while, right under your noses." She bobbed across the rug and swung into Morry's lap.

Barb paced over to Jerry and put her hands on his shoulders. "Jerry and I are going steady. You ought to try him, Mom. I mean, he's just as hot and big as Morry."

Joan stepped forward. She shot her hands to her hips. "I've got a boy friend, too. He's hiding up in Lisa's room. Twidell got plastered that night you left him here, and all three of us had him. Nyah, Nyah."

Mrs. Winters placed her hand on her heart and stumbled forward to pile into a chair.

Larry Winters looked hypnotized. "But, but-" he muttered.

Jerry said, "I think Morry and I might as well stay here until we get installed in our executive offices at the plant. We'll find suitable accommodations later."

"Right," Morry agreed.

Mr. Winters stuttered, then began a low chuckle. It erupted in a barrage of laughter. They all eyed him until his shaking shoulders quieted down. He said, "Fabulous. Here I was, going around like a fugitive, thinking I was the only person in town with something going." He began to laugh again.

Anne gradually began to laugh. "And I thought you were so dull. I thought you were such a square. But you're really not, are you?"

Winters' eyes blinked rapidly as he grinned. "We thought the trouble with the girls was drinking. But all they were doing-" He convulsed with laughter. "They were just imitating us, but they didn't know it." He pointed a forefinger at Anne. "You, out picking up teenagers. You were a horny slut all along."

Anne's smile broadened. "Thank you. Now we've met each other at last. I was glad, do you hear, glad when you picked up with that redhead of yours. You left me alone more, then. You were so mechanical with me, I couldn't stand you."

Joan began to skip out of the room. "I think I'll go upstairs and tell George he can stay tonight again."

Larry waved his hands. "Wait a minute, wait a minute-all these people in my house? I can't afford it."

"You could afford to have that girl," Anne snapped. "I want you to give her up, Larry."

Winters gritted his teeth. "I ... can't. I have to have her. It's no good just having one woman all your life."

"That redhead?" Anne snapped. "If you're going to keep her, then I see no reason why I should give up my own little adventures. You think variety is just for you. Well, I have to have it, too."

"All right," Winters said flatly. "Now that everything is out in the open, we'll all do exactly as we please. You girls can go out whenever you like. You can drink all you want."

"But we want to stay home with Jerry and Morry," said Barb.

Lisa said, "We won't have much time for drinking."

"Goddamn it," Winters groaned, "make up your minds. Anne, I want you to come upstairs with me." His eyes glistened. "I want you to show me how you dress when you sneak out on me."

She stood up and patted her hair. "And I want you to show me what you've been doing to that redhead."

"We might even pop up there sometime tonight," he said. "I'll introduce you to Wendy. We'll get everything straightened out."

Anne continued to pat her hair. "We certainly will."

Jerry stood and hooked his arm in Barb's. "We'll be downstairs, having our morning cocktails."

Morry and Lisa rose. "We'll be upstairs in conference."

Anne eyed Morry; her blue eyes bulged briefly. "I'll see you later."

Morry pretended to push Lisa aside. "Why not right now?"

Mr. Winters frowned. "Hold it, everybody, we've got to have an understanding."

Lisa said, "Why not just have Wendy move in here and join the gang?"

Larry cocked a raised eyebrow toward Anne.

She said, "That's the best way. It's just no use for everyone to try to pair off. That's what's wrong with the world. Tight situations. Everybody locked in. We've got to open up, Larry. We've got to share things like adults. Or rather, like the kids. We've been selfish long enough. It's time to live right."

He nodded. "What if Wendy won't come?"

Jerry said, "Why don't you take me up there and introduce me as Farquar's son? I'll get to know her and gradually talk her into it."

Winters eyed Jerry sternly. "I don't doubt that for a minute."

Barb clapped her hands. "It's all set, then. We'll all be one big happy family. If the neighbors ask, you can tell them relatives are visiting."

Winters sent exhausted air from his lungs. "I think maybe I could use a little drinky."

"Or two or three," Lisa said. "Jerry and I will be bartenders. Everybody come downstairs first for a celebration. Somebody will have to go up and get Joan and George. George is a lot of fun when he gets crocked. He's a little shy, but once you get to know him, Mom, you'll love him."

"Bang, bang," Barb said. "This is the only way to live." She peered at her parents, one by one. "I'm surprised at you two. To think that you lived together all those years and didn't even know each other. You were just strangers who made a deal."

Larry and Anne looked at each other and laughed. They hooked arms and followed the kids down the stairs to the rec room. Eventually Joan and a frightened-looking George joined them.

Anne hoisted her second martini and cast a steady gaze at Jerry. She said, "The girls seem to have a very high opinion of you, Jerry."

He lowered his glass. "Morry has a very high opinion of you. He said you were the hottest piece of ass he ever encountered and the biggest slut ever to hit these parts."

Anne's perfect hand moved to her lips. "On." Her amethyst eyes glowed bright against the porcelain of her skin. "That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me." She leaned closer, and he could see the cleavage of her heavy tits. "Really, Jerry, I was so worried I was going to spend my whole life as a complete square. It would have been a shame with a body like mine."

Jerry gulped down his drink and looked at her again. The straight nose, the graceful jaw, frosty blue eyes-she was fantastically good-looking. None of her girls had a figure like Anne's; Anne's body was mature, ripe, almost rotund in the sense that she was bigger and heavier, yet her figure was ideally formed. Lush, that was the word.

Jerry's lips trembled as Anne's blue stare held his gaze. He said, "Maybe we better go upstairs and talk about it."

Anne's oval lips parted to reveal her dazzling teeth. "I don't like to talk about it. I just like to do it." She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress and pulled the flaps partway open. "You won't find a pair like mine anywhere in sight." her glance roved over his broad shoulders.

Jerry hopped off the stool. Something inside his chest began to flutter. Anne slid off her stool and came to him. Jerry's lips burned into hers, and he felt her body soften in his arms.

Anne drew her head back to stare into his eyes. "I can feel you. Your cock is swelling and getting hard against my pussy."

The blue of her eyes seemed to enter his soul. He felt as if she were doing something to him with just her eyes. She was mentally undressing him, visualizing the size of his cock, thinking about what they would do.

Jerry's cock swelled to its full length and he pushed it hard into the front of her dress. Anne's arms tightened around his neck, and her big tits pressed into his chest until they began to flatten. That he had a woman in his arms, not a girl, made a profound impression on Jerry. The solid feel of her, the sense of greater experience and knowledge was an aphrodisiac all its own.

He moved his hands down her back until they came to rest on the jutting orbs of her ass. Jerry grabbed handfuls of cloth until the back of her dress came up over her ass, and he was able to feel her ass through her nylon panties.

The voice of Lisa spoke to someone: "I think maybe Mom has just discovered Jerry."

Barb said, "We still have Morry. Don't we, Morry?"

"Body and soul," Morry's voice answered. Jerry's voice quavered. "Let's go upstairs, Anne."

"I can't," she whispered. "I'm a married woman. I'm respectable." Her lungs began to heave.

"No, you're not. You're wild cunt. Wild strawberries. A dirty slut like you has to have it." He dug his fingers into her ass.

Anne shivered in his arms. Her hands moved down from his neck to feel the girth of his biceps. "No one can ever have me. You prick."

Jerry moved his right hand down her butt into the slot between her thighs. He pressed his middle finger against the outline of her cuntlips, shielded from his finger only by her nylon panties.

Anne's blue eyes widened. "Darling. "

He felt her nipples hardening against his chest. He moved his left hand to the back of her head, pressed it and forced her lips to his mouth. Her lips dissolved against his, then yielded to his probing tongue. Anne's hand fell from Jerry's bicep and wedged between their bellies. She groped to feel the shape of his hard-on. Her fingers moved to open his fly.

Anne's throat vibrated. "Mmmmmm." She pushed away suddenly, yanked open Jerry's fly, clawed his jockey shorts away and pulled his prick out of his trousers. She stared at it as if she had uncovered buried treasure.

Barb and Lisa leaned over the bar to look, too.

Anne fondled Jerry's cock with both hands. "I like it. It's big and curved." Her shoulders began to quake with excitement.

Jerry thrust his fingers to her head and pulled out the combs that kept her hair piled there. Her long hair tumbled to her shoulders. Jerry tossed the combs on the bar.

She tugged on his cock, and he followed her. Anne led him upstairs to the kitchen. "Upstairs," she said with a frantic note in her voice.

They didn't make it. The moment they saw the living room with its long, inviting couch, they ran for that.

Jerry's hands plunged into Anne's tits. His forearms ripped buttons open. His fingers made circular motions around the orbs of her rising and falling breasts. Her mouth yielded to the probing of his tongue, and her breath drummed against Jerry's cheek as she twisted her face from side to side. Jerry's palms pressed flat against Anne's belly. Her flesh quivered. The ripping sound was her dress coming apart in front.

She pulled her face away, and her tongue slipped wetly from his lips. She gasped for air and tore at Jerry's clothes. His pants, jockey briefs and shoes wound up on the floor, leaving him incongruous in shirt, tie, and suit coat. His long red cock stuck out. Anne encased his cock with thumb and forefinger and slid his cockskin up and down. Her face came forward and she forced his cockhead between her lips. Her mouth widened. Jerry's knees began to tremble. His throat was dry; he tried to swallow. Anne's perfectly oval lips widened more, and Jerry's cock slid further into her mouth. He tore at her bra, and it went limp on her chest. His palms flew to her cheeks as his prick sank ah the way inside her mouth. Her tongue curled to fit the shape of his cock's underbelly, then her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. When Jerry thrust his ass back, her teeth clung to his cockskin at first, then let it go. As his skin snapped back, her lips clamped around the neck of his cockhead and her tongue traced wet circles around the tip. Jerry thrust forward and Anne sucked his cock in. Her hot hands clutched at his buttocks. She skewered a finger up his asshole. Jerry's cock stretched taut inside the hot hole of her mouth. She held her suck; she didn't let go, just held her cheeks sucked all the way in. When he pulled his cock out slightly, the vacuum of her mouth pulled his prick back in as if his cock were steel and her mouth a magnet. His body was a flame that burned bright and higher. The merciless suck of her mouth sent his spirit soaring. Her face pressed forward to receive the impact of his cock's thrust. Jerry felt his balls press against her elegant chin. She grabbed his balls and squeezed.

Jerry's cock began to thrash around inside her mouth like a fish on a line. Fingernails dug into the mounds of his butt. He gorged her mouth with his shaft. His thighs felt as if they were in a frenzy. Her arms suddenly clamped around his thighs. Jerry's swollen prick slid in and out of her tight lips. His body went rigid. Every cell seemed to contract. Racking spasms fired through his cock. His hips shuddered, and he moaned. His cock exploded inside her mouth again, it contracted, it spurted, and burst with jism. She drank him in, her arms clamped hard around his ass. Anne's cheeks became a flapping bellows. Hot air burned against Jerry's balls.

Anne wrenched her head from side to side and moaned as Jerry drove another thrust up her cunt. She slid her calves and thighs off his back and spread her thighs wide. She flattened her heels on the sofa and drove her ass up at him. They were completely naked, their clothes a heap of rags on the rug.

Jerry grunted as he drove his prick all the way up her cunt. His sweating face lay on Anne's shoulder. They were breathing so hard they could no longer hold a kiss.

"Oft," Anne groaned. She half pushed Jerry off her chest.

He pushed up on his elbows. "What is it?" Then he sensed the presence of someone else in the room.

"It's all right, dear," a male voice said. "We were just on our way down to the rec room."

Jerry turned his head in a slow arc. He saw Larry Winters and a stunning redheaded girl. Jerry felt a cringing in his belly. The girl wore a light-blue mini-skirt, net stockings, and a pullover with slender straps. You could see her tits through the beige pullover.

The girl shifted her weight to one hip, patted her red hair, and slowly smiled. "So this is Mrs. Winters?"

Larry Winters' face went scarlet. "Mmm, yes. I told you, everything has changed." His uncertain eyes wavered and peered at Anne. "We didn't mean to interrupt you, dear. Just keep ... going."

Anne reached for Jerry's cock, wound her fingers around it and brought it back to her cuntlips. "I hate interruptions, don't you?"

He answered her by sealing her lips with his mouth.

On top of the bar, Morry lay stretched out on his back, nude. The girls had had great fun undressing him, then telling him they were doctors and would have to operate. Barb and Lisa sat on the stools, naked, and smoking with one hand, while they played with Morry's cock and balls with the other.

Larry Winters and Wendy clumped down the stairs and walked in. He said, "Wendy, these are my daughters Lisa and Barb."

"Pleased dah meetcha," Wendy said. "Who's the stud on the bar?"

"I'm Morry," Morry said. "I'm being operated on."

Wendy eyed Lisa's right hand, which was jacking Morry's cock up and down. Wendy said, "You call that operating? You take that guy upstairs in the living room, that guy on top of Mrs. Winters. Now, that's operating."

Morry rolled on top of the bar and sat up; Lisa kept her hold on his cock. Morry said, "That's my brother, Jerry. The girls say he's pretty good, but I'm a lot better." He jumped off the bar, and his cock slid from Lisa's grasp.

"Hey!" Lisa protested.-Morry stepped forward and drew the sexy redhead into his arms. Their lips met, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, ramming it slowly in and out of her lips in the rhythm of love.

"Now-just a minute," Larry objected. He rubbed his forehead in apparent confusion and sat down on a bar stool next to Lisa. Lisa promptly cupped her hand over his crotch. His cock bulged and stretched the front of his pants.

Larry's eyes wandered to Lisa's bare boobs. "Baby, this is the first time I ever saw your bare tits."

"It's about time," Lisa replied. She pinched a thumb and forefinger to the tab of Larry's zipper and ripped open his fly. "I don't want to get personal or anything, Dad, but I just want to see your cock. After all, you've seen my boobies. It's tit for tat." Her fingers scrambled under the elastic band of his jockey briefs and groped to feel his prick. The long, hot cock burned into the palm of her hand. Lisa pulled it out of his fly and stared at it. It was thick at the base and tapered toward the head, and it was hard and crimson. Lisa squeezed and moved the skin of his hard cock up and down. The cockhead stretched with each downward thrust and the tiny hole opened wider.

Larry shot his hand to her dangling tits. His fingers traced tight circular motions on each tit, explored the valley of her cleavage, then roamed up the slopes of her chest. In a split second, his fingertips returned to feel her hard nubs. Lisa quivered when Larry's tongue touched her nipple and made wet circles around it. His lips burned into her skin while his other hand weighed the other boob. Her tits began to quiver like jelly. She thrust her whole chest forward.

Lisa applied her other hand to his cock, and Larry began to slide his shaft up and down in the tunnel of her hands. Larry thrust a hand into the cleavage of her thighs and began to massage her skin. His middle finger probed around in her cunt hair, then inserted itself between the lips of her snatch. He sank his finger in up to the hilt.

Lisa's head flew back. "Oh, my God," she moaned. "Oh, my God." She grew dimly aware that Morry and Wendy were gone. Her gaze wandered toward the far end of the room.

Barb and Joan were nude on top of Twidell. Twidell's clothes were half on, half off-his tie was still around his neck, but his shirt was ripped open. His trousers and jockey briefs were rings of cloth around his ankles. Barb was using Twidell's face for a saddle, and Joan was churning her lips up and down Twidell's cock. In between, Twidell's torso twitched and writhed like a reptile pinned at head and tail.

On the bed, Morry's hands groped at the sides of her boobs. He shoved his hands under her and splayed his fingers across the globes of her tits. Wendy's hard bud scraped across his palms. Morry dragged his palms slowly across her buds. He lowered the bulk of his chest onto her back and brushed his lips across the nape of her neck. Morry withdrew his hands and reached down to feel the mounds of her ass. He spread the cheeks with his thumbs and lodged his hard shaft there. He released his thumbs and her orbs closed around his cock like hugging arms.

Wendy's breathing began to race. When she turned her head to look back, he burned his mouth into hers. Her tongue shot inside his mouth. Morry slid his cock up and down several times in the tunnel made by her cheeks, then probed around, poked tentatively at her asshole, and started to squeeze inside. Her asshole widened and took on the burning prick. Morry slid the full length of his cock up her ass. Wendy moaned with ecstasy. Morry slid his cock out a little, then rammed it back in. Her ass flattened against the pressure of his crotch. His balls slid into her cleavage.

One of Morry's hands wedged under her belly, found her cunt hair, then her pussy. His finger wormed up her hole and waggled back and forth across her clit.

Wendy's tongue flew out of Morry's mouth, and she emitted a wild cry of delight. Her calves flew up from the bed; she brought her ankles together and pressed the sides of her feet against his pistoning ass. Morry's ass became a driving corkscrew. His pole thrilled every time it soared up her ass. He could see how she liked it.

Wendy clamped her ankles tighter against Morry's driving butt. His ass swelled and hardened, contracted, then softened with each wild thrust.

Wendy began to thrust back with her ass, and Morry grunted with approval. She started to moan rhythmically and wrench her ass from side to side. She pushed her weight up onto her elbows, and his hands immediately tore away from her belly and pussy to cup her dangling tits.

Crotch and ass met in hot collision. Their hips moved faster and faster. Her tongue found his lips. Her tongue went wild inside him, thrashing left and right, tangling with his own tongue, jumping from one cheek lining to the other, pulled and tossed by the suction of his mouth.

Holding his ass back as far as he could without pulling his prick out of her asshole, Morry cut loose with a thrust that soared deep up her ass. His body went rigid. His belly and thighs knotted. He felt Wendy's tongue loll away from his lips as he gasped for air. He drew back and shoved his cock deep up her ass again, and the quivering cock swelled, got harder, then began to ripple. Hot waves rippled through his shaft, pouring fiery juice into the well of her ass. Her ass quivered and then she began to have an asshole orgasm. The inner walls of her ass shook and rippled. Her ass milked his shuddering cock like a machine. Morry's hips bobbed and swayed wildly beneath the noose of her ankles. He shot his prick all the way up her again, felt the huge outpouring of fuck juice, and his cock became a hose filled with an endless stream of jism.

Morry pushed up, gasping like a steam engine. His cock felt as if it were coming off in the clutching spasms of her ass. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes as another unbearable stream dumped into Wendy's flesh. Morry felt his eyes roll, then he himself rolled. His cock slid out of her ass. He collapsed beside her on the bed. He found her cunt with his middle finger and jammed it up her cunthole. He juggled his finger in and out a dozen times, felt her cunt contract, then ripple wildly against the length of his finger. Wendy's face sought his. Their arms curled around each other's bodies. With the final lingering of this kiss, Morry's cock continued to shoot off onto the sheet, while Wendy's belly quaked with ripples. The kiss alone was orgasmic, until at last their taut muscles began to sag.

Twidell's red face contrasted with the glazed gray of his eyes. His strewn, sandy hair flopped forward onto his freckled face. He couldn't see very well because he didn't know what had happened to his glasses.

The thing being thrust into his hand seemed to be a cold glass.

"Drink that," Barb ordered. "It'll cool you off."

He obeyed, and the gin flowed down his throat and burned his belly. Twidell promptly fell off the couch and landed on the rec-room floor. Someone's hands pulled at the knot of his tie, and his tie and the remains of his shirt came off. Hands tugged at his shoes and socks, then what little remained of his pants and jockey briefs. Twidell rolled his head from side to side. He wasn't even sure where he was any more. He looked over toward the bar.

A naked girl with long blonde hair had her face on some guy's crotch. The guy's head was thrown back and he was gasping like a long distance runner. The girl's golden head bobbed up and down on the guy's lap. Twidell caught a brief glimpse of a red cock sliding in and out of the girl's lips.

"Whoops," Twidell muttered as he felt hot lips close around the head of his cock. "Mmmph," he grunted as a cunt, complete with pussy and hot thighs closed around his face.

Larry Winters moaned in ecstasy as he began to come inside his daughter's mouth. His cock ballooned and shuddered and erupted in a gush of flying sperm. His cockhead squeezed into Lisa's throat. The ring of her lips tightened like a noose around the base of his cock. Her tongue pushed from her lower lip and lapped his balls.

Larry's hands shot into Lisa's silken hair. He splayed his fingers and gathered up strands in wads; then he began to wrench her head from side to side on his crotch.

"S-suck, s-suck," he stuttered. "Suck it right off my balls, baby."

Lisa's cheeks hollowed until her inner linings touched the sides of her father's fiery prick. Fuck juice gurgled in her throat. Splashes of juice welled around her lower teeth. Her cheeks flapped out and back in mounting rhythm. His shaft gave it to her, hard in the mouth. It swelled up like a sausage-shaped balloon, contracted, then shot wads of jism across her tongue. The cockhead barreled from her tight lips, crossed the plain of her tongue, rubbed against the roof of her mouth and sank into her throat to empty its load.

She felt her head being wrenched from side to side, and it only made everything more beautiful. She had to suck even harder to keep Dad's hot cock tight inside her mouth. His hose swelled and burst with splashy jism. She swallowed, and it was difficult at first, then easier. The smooth fluid drained into her belly like bee's honey. Lisa's lips flapped open and hot air streamed onto her father's crotch and bounced back at her. She closed her lips hard, sucked in her cheeks and got a final convulsing storm of explosions.

Life went on in Green River. Larry Winters was elected president of the local chamber of commerce. Anne Winters became treasurer of the PTA. Their oldest daughter was nominated a beauty queen and became valedictorian of her class.

Their cousins, Morry and Jerry Frey, had meteoric careers at Century Rocket. The father of the two boys was elected to the board of directors, along with Mayor Farquar. People were a tad curious as to why the boys continued to live in the Winters' home. And some were perplexed by the extraordinary beauty of the Winters' maid. She was a redhead. Still, people felt that whatever the Winters did, it must be right. They were obviously rich; they added several huge rooms to their home. And the local society column in the town newspaper never stopped praising the lavish social gatherings at the Winters' establishment. Only the best people were invited. Soon, the best people were entertaining more frequently. Green River became a remarkable social whirl. Wealthy-looking people began to come there from out of town, bringing spectacular women in their lavender Cadillacs.

Century Rocket landed a startling number of new contracts. The town prospered. All except Constable Teeger, who was fired. The embittered man had strange tales to tell, but no one listened to him. They knew a case of sour grapes when they saw one. He eventually left town after he was tarred and feathered. It was said that Mayor Farquar accused Teeger of tarring and feathering himself in an attempt to get sympathy.

It was a happy town, light-hearted and prosperous. The proverbial gloom of the seventies didn't figure in the scheme of things there. A sociologist from the city even wrote a book about the place, concluding that only in the small towns of America did the old values survive. It was a case of isolation from twentieth-century turmoil. The sociologist recommended the disbanding of all large cities and scattering of the populace onto sparsely settled reservations.

No one in Green River cared. Life was too exciting there to notice things like that. So much so, that the average life expectancy soared, along with the birth rate. In time, the place was featured in a national magazine as the typical American village-proud, affluent, zesty. Magazine readers in large cities read about it and yearned in their hearts to return to the simple values.

But they couldn't do that; they had to run to catch the eight-ten subway into the inner city, where all people seemed to think about was sex.