Chapter 6

"Mama, let's fuck some more." Those were the words that brought Marcy out of her slumber, delivered by Cathy who was already starting to fuck with her cunt against Marcy's.

"Darling, I'm too sore, too tender just now. And you'll be, too, if you overdo it. Calm down. Relax. You can't be doing it all the time."

"Yes, I can. Oh, Mama, it feels so good to cunt fuck! Let's do it again right now. You can if you try!" Cathy said, reaching around her mother and clutching hotly at her naked asscheeks.

"Just relax, Cathy! What you need is a hot cup of tea and a cold shower. You go in my bathroom and start on the shower while I fix the tea."

Marcy's cunt was so tender she could walk only with difficulty. If Cathy kept on like this, she could influence lady judges for years to come. She returned to her bathroom with tea on a tray, and found her naked daughter seated on her toilet rapidly frigging herself.

"Cathy, stop that. You'll wear yourself out. Cathy, I told you to stop that!"

"Mama, I can't!" Cathy whined, still hard at work with her fast moving fingers in her wet, swollen vulva. "Let's cunt fuck some more. Mama, please!"

"Drink this tea. Then we'll take a shower and talk it over. But calm down!"

Tea jiggled out of the cup several times as Cathy drank from it. Two or three times she had to set it down and frantically rub her cunt, explaining, "But Mama, it burns! It itches so!"

The shower did little to cool Cathy down. She kept reaching for Marcy's cunt as well as her own, increasing Marcy's maternal concern. She was sorry she'd introduced the girl to the glories of orgasm. And she was getting angry at Helga for starting her out as a lesbian.

Dried off and dressed in sweet pink pajamas, Cathy's cunt stayed in charge of her body. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her very stiff nipples poked hard at the pink cotton, and when she wasn't squirming her thighs close together she was stealthily reaching her hand down toward her cunt. And all the time she kept saying, "Mama, let's cunt fuck some more."

Marcy finally had to slap her. Cathy burst into tears, and as she lay weeping on her frilly, four poster bed, Marcy said, "I'm going to go get Helga. Maybe she can help calm you down, but not till I've had a chance to say a few thing to her. Will you be okay by yourself for a while?"

"Sure, " Cathy said, sniffling and wiping her eyes, then reaching down to scratch at her cunt again. "Where's Johnny? Is Johnny home?"

Marcy shook her head in despair and telephoned Walter Van Blancen and told him to come over at once.

She had on a dress and sandals when Walter arrived. She frankly explained much of what had happened to Cathy under the very special training program of Helga Rasmussen, adding, "It could work into a perfect setup. Helga travels with us to the different swimming and diving meets. She gets to know the judges, she hints around about Cathy being a lesbian, and between the two of them, they get every woman judge in bed with Cathy. And Cathy wins lots of meets on her way to the Olympics and on her way to making a lot of money modeling."

"I don't know, " Walter said. "What if all the judges aren't lesbians themselves?"

"I'm not a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but once I saw how Cathy looked in the nude, hell, I went to bed with her."

"You? With your own daughter?"

"She's more than my daughter, Walter. She's my meal ticket. I've spent almost all my saving getting her this far, and there's nothing I won't do to get her all the way into modeling and TV where the big money is."

"Marcy, I could promote her without all of this. Do you really want to see your daughter become a lesbian?"

"You can promote her career a whole lot faster if she's got some gold medals for swimming and diving. And if she's a lesbian, she won't be falling in love with some guy and quitting her career to have a flock of kids. She's in her bedroom looking at TV. I don't care what you do as long as you stay with her and keep her from rubbing her little cunt raw, and as long as you keep my nephew away from her. I'll be back as soon as I can. You better get in there before Johnny smells pussy in heat and breaks through the window."

Marcy wasn't a woman to argue with, especially not for a man with Walter's inclinations. He liked his women her age or a little older, and he liked them best when they were very firm in telling him what to do. And if the thing they told him to do included anything at all to do with enemas, he liked them all the better. Marcy had made a good choice in choosing Walter Van Blancen as a watchdog for her lesbian nymphet daughter. Walter headed on to do his duty in hopes his reward from Marcy would last through the night.

Cathy was sitting up in bed and leaning back against the headboard as Walter entered her dimly lit bedroom. Her covers were drawn up to her chin, and her lovely face looked pale and wan by the flickering light of her television set at the foot of the pink bed. Her voice was thin and reedy as she greeted him.

"Hi, yourself, " Walter said with a smile, and closed the door behind him and moved a chair to the side of her bed. She was looking at a political panel discussion. "Good show?" he asked as he sat down.

"Uh huh, " she replied, wide eyes staring over the twin peaked tent made by her knees under the covers.

"Have they mentioned anything about impeaching Carter?"

"Uh huh, " Cathy said, breathing slowly and deeply, and moving very softly in her bed.

Walter peered through the dimness and said, "And I suppose they've talked about Queen Elizabeth being our next President."

"Uh huh, " said Cathy, nodding her head, slowly nodding her entire body, or at least undulating her body under the covers in an extremely suggestive fashion as she stared at the droning TV.

Moving swiftly and smoothly, Walter got up and turned on Cathy's bedside light and flipped back the covers of her bed.

Walter found exactly what he had expected and a good deal more. The bottoms of Cathy's pajamas were down to her knees, and her wet fingered hand was still there between her parted legs.

She squealed very shrilly and grabbed for her pajamas as she rolled over, but her movements were nearly fast enough for a man like Van Blancen to miss the sight of her naked ass. And what an ass the girl had! It was an ass that would put her mother's lovely bottom to shame.

Walter's preferences tended toward rather broad asses, with cheeks that were so big and soft that less appreciative men than himself would call them flabby. His tastes in asses had run to those with buttocks so large he could wriggle his fingers between them till his fingers could no longer be seen, and then burrow his face just as deeply between the soft pillows of flesh. His tastes had changed when he'd met Marcy Cooper. He'd given no more than a glance to her ass when they'd met, for Marcy's ass was simply too small. It was just as big as any thirty four year old woman's ass should be, not nearly big enough to satisfy Walter's lusty old craving. But at second glance he'd noted and appreciated the shape of Marcy's ass. And the third time he'd seen it, waggling and winking and doing its best to squirm out of a bikini at a swimming party, Walter had fallen in love with it. He'd been hopelessly hooked when he'd seen it in bed, smiling saucily up at him and naughtily winking its beautiful eye. And now there was this ass before him, that of Marcy's young lesbian daughter, still smaller than Marcy's behind but exquisitely shaped and already naked and in bed, though it was cringing and trembling instead of smiling and winking at him. All it took was one glance at Cathy's blushing ass and Walter was hopelessly hooked once again, though the glance was a short one, for she immediately yanked her pajama bottoms up till their crotch seam was gone and her buttocks were quivering through a tightly stretched film of pink cotton.

"I wasn't doing anything, Uncle Walter!" She often called him Uncle Walter, though they were not related. "My pajamas just slipped down while I was looking at TV! Please don't look! Please don't tell Mother!"

"You haven't all that much to look at, " Walter said, and gently laid his hand on Cathy's hot little, firm little ass, and felt it trembling more than his hand was. "And I won't tell your mother unless you've been a bad little girl."

"I was being good!" she declared, adding soft little writhing to the hot little quaking of her ass.

Walter fondled it, stroked it, caressed it, and felt his cock grow stiff and hot in his pants, and he chuckled and said, "You mean you were feeling good. You were playing with yourself, Cathy. You had your fingers in your little cunt."

"No! Honest! I wasn't!"

"Look me in the eye and say that and perhaps I'll believe you."

Cathy was silent. A hot shudder rippled through her long, slender body. Walter softly, deeply squeezed her ass and thought he heard her softly moan. Then she whipped over onto her back and, still holding her pajama bottoms up as far as they would go, she looked at Walter through fear stricken eyes and blurted, "I really wasn't playing with myself!"

"Tsk, tsk. Fibs to your old Uncle Walter?" His hand had stayed right where it was as she'd turned. Now it was lightly resting directly over Cathy's cunt, which radiated animal heat up against Walter's palm. The scent of her young sexuality was very discernible now, and the stiffness of her nipples poking up at thin cotton was further mute proof of her seething excitement.

Very large tears oozed out from the corners of Cathy's eyes and she had to bite her plump under lip to stop its trembling.

Still smiling benevolently, Walter lifted his hand and peeped under it, and saw every soft contour of her cunt very clearly through the damp and tautly stretched fabric of her pajama bottoms.

"Yes, you were playing with yourself, all right, " said Walter, brushing the balls of his fingers over the plump, split bulge of her little cunt, and over the tight Y of crevices formed by her tensed thighs and groin.

Cathy clutched at his hand with both of hers, weeping openly now, and saying, "I didn't mean to! I couldn't help it! Please don't tell Mama! I was just itching and burning so bad down there I couldn't help but do it a little!"

Walter drew her hands away from his and tested her cunt with his fingers again, saying, "A little? You're so hot and feverish and wet you must have been doing it a lot. Now, open your pretty legs and let your old Uncle Walter see just how bad you've been. Oh, my! Oh, Cathy, your little cunt's so hot and wet you must have been playing with it for the longest time."

"I just couldn't help it!" she said, grabbing his hand again and pressing it harder against her writhing cunt, all hot and wet and so deeply split by the crotch seam of her pajamas. "It just started itching like this today, and I just had to scratch it and rub it or I'd have gone crazy! Just feel how hot it is! Oh, Uncle Walter, just feel it!"

"There, there. I know how you're suffering. I'm going to help you, " Walter said. Walter didn't have much use for a woman's tits. As far as he was concerned, the finest pair of tits were only useless appendages to a woman's body, and all that really counted was that part of a woman between her waist and her knees. But now Walter put Cathy's tits to work by lifting her hands from her steaming loins and placing them on her tits. And he said, "You keep your pretty hands right here, dear, while I take down your pajama bottoms and have a look at your little cunt. Raise your hips, Cathy."

"You can't just look at me naked, " she said, blinking tiny tears from her eyes and holding hard to her tits.

"Why not? There's nothing to be ashamed of. I understand about playing with yourself. I used to do it myself when I was your age. And we're good enough friends so a little nudity shouldn't bother us. You see?" he said, and unzipped his fly and fished out his cock, very hard and hot, and fitting nicely in his fist. "Now raise up your hips and I'll help you off with your pajamas."

"Oh, Uncle Walter!" said Cathy, squeezing her tits very hard and slowly lifting her hips while she gazed wide eyed at all she could see of Walter's cock.

He gave her more to look at as he pulled down her pajama bottoms. For a budding lesbian, she showed a lot of interest in his cock, and that was fine with Walter for he was avidly interested in what he was smoothly unveiling. Her cunt hair was incredibly fine and delicate, closely clasping her firm pubic mound. Her pajama seam stuck within the prim little lips of her cunt, and she gasped and sighed when Walter pulled it out. Her sweet perfume filled the air over her bed then, and Walter bent over her to breathe it in deeply and gaze very closely at her delicate pink cunt as he pushed the pajamas down over her knees.

"It looks all sore and hot, " Cathy murmured as she stared at Walter's cock.

"It is. But your poor little cunt's even hotter, " said Walter, and brought Cathy's full attention back to herself by slipping his hands up her naked legs and cupping one of them over her cunt.

Still arched up in the air and holding onto her tits, Cathy at once was panting and churning her hips, and saying, "Yes, I'm so hot down there! Touch it and feel it and make it all better! Oh, Uncle Walter, that feels so good!"

"Of course it does. I'm only here to help you, just as your mother wanted."

He was moving the ball of his finger up and down over the curve of her cunt, sliding it just inside the portals of her wonderfully slippery wet cuntlips. Her nudity forgotten, she was mauling her tits and gyrating her ass over the bedsheet and gasping and panting.

"Please, Uncle Walter, make me feel good! Yes! Please! Oh, that's wonderful! I want to feel like this all the time!"

"You want to cum, Cathy. That's what would make you feel better for now. I'll help you do that.

And then I'll make your nasty little itch go away so you can get some sleep."

Walter took one of her hands from her tits and guided it to his cock. She showed no reluctance to touch it. Quite the contrary, she was grasping and stroking it freely but clumsily as he slipped his moving finger deeper through the thrusting lips of her cunt.

"Just relax and feel good now, " he said, finding her tiny clitoris and giving that part of her flaming hot cunt some special attention each time his finger reached the top of its arc.

She fell back on the bed and continued her thrashing and writhing. Her jaw was slack and her eyes were almost closed as her head rocked from side to side. Her long, silky legs were hobbled by her twisted pajama bottoms at her ankles, but still they were twisting and kicking as Walter deftly massaged in her cunt lips. Her left hand either clutched at her tits or at the bedclothes, while her right hand never left Walter's cock.

Smiling, he said, "Do you want to cum now, baby?"

"Yes! Walter, please help me cum! That's what feels best of all!" she replied, looking imploringly up at him.

Walter pressed the button of her clitoris and Cathy started cumming. She cried out sharply and doubled and tripled her thrashing and heaving's and clutching, moaning and groaning and starting to sweat and pushing her flaming hot cunt up against Walter's burrowing finger. It seemed as if she'd go on cumming in that frenzied fashion for as long as he held his finger on her clitoris, and indeed, when he took his finger away and cupped his hand over her cunt, she sighed and relaxed and smiled dreamily up at him, murmuring. "Thank you, Uncle Walter. Thank you ever so much."

Her eyes were closing and her hand was going limp on his cock. It was time to leave her and let her get some sleep. Walter bent over her to kiss her goodnight. One of her feet was up under her ass and the other was drawn up under her knee and held there by her pajama bottoms. Her thighs were very wide apart. As Walter very gently touched his lips to the lips of her cunt, he got a close up view of the curvature of Cathy's tight buttocks, and he knew right away he wasn't ready to leave her just yet. He pursed his lips and gave one sharp suck on her clitoris and had her on fire again.

"Easy does it, darling. I'll make it better. You stay here in bed and do what you can with your fingers while I get what you need to calm down and get some sleep, " Walter told her.

He quickly went to Marcy's bedroom and prepared Marcy's douche bag. When he returned, Cathy's bedclothes were rumpled in every direction and she was still gasping and thrashing and rubbing her hot little cunt. She didn't even notice his presence till after he'd hung the pink bag over her toilet and returned to her bedside.

He had to take her hand from her cunt several times while he worked her twisted pajama bottoms off over her feet. He had to help her out of bed and support her as he led her into her bathroom. There she became aware of her surrounding and, blinking her eyes and looking around, she asked him to repeat what he'd just told her to do.

"I said, bend over and put your hands on your knees."

She did as she was told. Her pajama top hung loosely down from her torso and its sleeves concealed her hands, but the rest of her sleek, slim, young body was entirely naked, including that glorious ass which Walter had almost forgotten in his excitement at seeing a virgin caught in the frenzy of orgasm.

He found cold cream in her medicine cabinet. He dipped his finger deeply in the jar before crouching down behind her and brushing one hand over the divinely contoured swells of her quivering buttocks. He parted those blushing pink asscheeks gently, sighed at the sight of her virginal asshole, and pushed the ball of his cold creamed finger inside.

"Uncle Walter!" she said in alarm. "What're you doing???"

"Hold still, dear. It's all for your own good, " Walter assured her, and eased his whole finger in through the quivering tight hole of her cringing ass.

"It's so big!" she exclaimed, and she sobbed. "And it hurts!"

"That'll soon go away, " Walter said, sliding and screwing and easing his finger in and out of her ass, somehow holding down the excitement that now raged within him as he watched and felt her flinching turn into Teaching for more.

"Is it all right now, Cathy?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, now it feels almost...good!"

"And better all the time, " Walter told her, and savored each of her little shudders as he drew his thick finger out of her ass.

"Stay right where you are, dear. Oh, you're going to like this. It's just what you need. It'll make you feel so good when I'm through."

"Oo, now it tickles!" she said, giggling and wriggling as he inserted the long, thin syringe through her well prepared hole.

"Stay right where you are, " Walter said, and holding the syringe in its place, he pressed the clip on the pink rubber tubing.

"Oh! Oh, Uncle Walter! OH! OH, UNCLE WALTER, MAKE IT STOP!"

"Easy does it. You can do it. Just relax and get ready to hold it all in."

She sobbed and pleaded and begged for him to stop. He soothed her and petted her beautiful ass and told her everything was going to be fine. Her words were lost in her sobbing, but Walter continued, determined to introduce her to the delights of the enema with at least a half bagful on her first time out.

"Now hold it in, dear, " he said, easing the syringe back out. "And straighten up and turn around."

"I can't! I can't hold it in!" she said, trembling with tenseness all over her beautiful body as she turned her tear streaked face to him.

He told her she was doing just fine. He kissed and caressed her, played with her tits and felt he might change his mind in the future about those parts of a woman's body. Her distended belly made it look as if she was six months pregnant, absolutely beautiful. She was already breathing fast with her anguish, and the tempo of it stepped up when Walter's roving hand moved down to her cunt.

He purred his words close to her trembling lips. "Mmm. Your pretty cunt's still nice and wet. Feel nice?"

She quickly nodded. "But my tummy, it's so full it hurts!"

"We'll make it all better. Stand over the toilet now with your legs wide apart, so I can play with your little cunt and make you feel good all over. And hold your water in till I tell you."

"Yes, Uncle Walter!" She was hanging onto him as she waddled back over the open toilet. "Please, Uncle Walter, make me feel good! Make me cum like you did before!"

"Trust me to do that, " Walter said, and got his fingertip right on the quick of her clitoris. "I'll make you cum even better, starting right now!"

"OH! OH, WALTER! ... OH! ... OH! .. . OH!"

It was a beautiful sight to behold. She stood there with her feet spread wide apart and her head thrown back. Her mouth was wide open as she cried out in her ecstasies, and both of her hands were now clutching hard at her quivering tits. Her body was quivering everywhere as Walter finger fucked her. It was vibrating like the head of a snare drum as he said, "All right, darling. Now you can let it all go."

"Uh...uh...UHOHHHHHHHHHH!" Her long, wailing outcry drowned out the sound of the rush of her water into the bowl. Walter kept steadily finger fucking her clitoris while the water gushed out and her trembling changed into twitching and writhing and jerking and she slowly collapsed on the toilet. She was still very beautifully cumming when he took his finger from out of her cunt, and now she was babbling almost incoherently as he laid his hand on her tossing head and guided her face toward his loins.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you're so wonderful! Uncle Walter, I'm still cumming! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! How can I ever .. . MMmmmmmm! Oh, Uncle Wal...ter, mmmmmmmm..."

She was sucking his cock in a beautifully abandoned way. No technique at all, but plenty of licking and sucking and kissing the upright organ she held in her grasping hands. Walter's heavy creaming didn't slow her down a bit. More of his thick, slippery jism went onto her face and into her hair and on her hands and her pajama top than went into her belly. She was still coming down from her first enema aided orgasm when he convinced her to go for a second.

It didn't take much convincing at all for that one, and she was the one who requested a third one. She took a whole bagful of soapy warm water on that one, and she held it all in for several sweet seconds after he'd told her to let it all go. By that time Walter's cock was up hard once again, and Cathy was giggling and squirming all over him and pleading for more.

He told her it was time for him to tuck her in bed. She kept squirming her ass against the sink basin and gazing starry eyed at him while he washed her face, and she was the one who took his hand and led her to his bed.

She lay there licking her lips and roving her hands all over her dear, sweet body, and watching him undress. She nodded her head and quickly turned over at his request, presenting her beautiful ass to him by the light of her bedside lamp.

"You're going to love this, darling, " Walter said as he climbed up on her four poster with her.

"I know I am! I just know it! Do hurry and put it in!"

It was probably the most beautiful thing Walter would ever know in the years that were left to him, the sight of his grizzled old cock parting young, alabaster buttocks, the feel of it sliding deep in an eagerly reaching hole. She was tight, of course, and her slender, firm hips fit perfectly in his hands. He wanted to make it last forever, but with Cathy that was quite impossible.

"Oh, Walter, I do like it! Oh, it feels wonderful! It feels just super good, but it makes my clitty itch so! Can I rub it a little while you fuck me like this! Walter, can I! Please, Walter, please let me play with my cunt!"

Walter stayed her until just the right moment, then reached around her gyrating hips and pressed her hot button, triggering not one, but two soaring orgasms. He poured forth a gallon of jism. She squealed and thrashed and took it, with her asshole wildly demanding still more. He came as he hadn't cum in thirty years, and when he was finished, she nestled like a happy puppy in his arms. He knew it was wrong, but he had to ask the question.

"Cathy, what about you and me getting married?"

"Sure! I'd like that a lot."

"I could make a big TV star out of you."

"Ooo, that'd be fun."

"And you'd be my little Enema Queen."

"Ooooooo, every day and every night and all the time! Can we do it right now?"

"In the morning. We'll have to get a license first. And I'll somehow have to get your mother's permission."

She raised up to look at him and say, "Do you have to have a license to give enemas?"

He chuckled and said, "To get married, dear. My God, me with a child bride. Let's kiss goodnight now and get some sleep."

She gave him a kiss on the mouth and said, "Will you kiss me goodnight down here?"

"Darling, I'm a little tired by now."

"Ooo, but it itches again so bad."

"For my Enema Queen, anything, " Walter said, and went to do her bidding, and found that he wasn't so tired at all.