Chapter 11
It was one of the most beautiful days in Elizabeth Cantrell's life. When she thought about the nightmarish fears she had suffered last night, the retreat into the past, when she had been shackled and ruled by guilt, her new freedom seemed more wonderful and beautiful than she could have described.
She had taken the two boys out the back way, to introduce them properly to Coley, and the big dog, after sniffing them carefully, rubbed against them both in evident trust. It is true that, as he sniffed at their crotches, he turned and looked at his mistress with a friendly growl, but the boys didn't notice that. They shook their heads at the power the dog had shown when he had ripped the latch from the door, getting out to attack them. "We'll fix that on our noon hour," Jorge promised, but Elizabeth, laughing, said: "I'll think of something more fun to do on your noon hour."
She had never felt more sexually ready and, at the same time, more sexually satisfied. Like every other person who has been through both feast and famine sexually, she had realized two great truths.
One, that the more one uses the priceless and God-given parts and desires for sex as they were meant to be used, the greater is one's capacity for such enjoyment. Forget that women, by physical and psychic get-up, can reach climax oftener than men. The main thing is to fuck, and to keep on fucking, which reinforces both desire and capability.
And the second great truth was that being deprived of sex is the poison that wrecks confidence, wrecks happiness, wrecks minds. And makes the sexual person so greedy-wild for the denied pleasure that no crime seems too dreadful to satisfy lust. Men kill other men-and women, too-because of the hideous power of sexual drive rendered impotent. No sex, and the tamest of philosophers becomes frustrated and dangerous. Plenty of sex, and the same man no longer fears his fellow man, or woman, nor does he fear the future.
Each time one of the boys came in for a cool drink, Elizabeth got a warm, slick, boyish tongue down her throat, a finger thrust warmly up her cunt, a titty-pull, or a deep-probing caress between the cheeks of her butt. She was so surrounded with an invisible aura of sex as well as an invisible perfume of warm, sweet pussy that Mister Lacey, making a courtesy call to see, as he put it: "How these young rapscallions are making out," that Elizabeth, tickled with the use of a phrase that had sexual connotations, put her arm around the good gray man and hugged him.
Whatever it was, the odors of fucking or the warm pressure of the woman's body against him, the austere hardware man had to walk out slightly bent over to ease a hard-on.
She was so steamed, so fever-hot between her legs that when the front doorbell rang and she went and found young Tommy Burke there, she swept him into her arms and rubbed her belly all over the raised front of his faded jeans, distended by his hard and youthful pecker.
But he was careful about how he held her, how he responded, until she asked, snapping off her words: "What's the matter with you? Has all of this intrigue, me, your mother, your dad, Rachel-has it made everything rotten for you?"
She felt like shaking him until his teeth rattled, and then she was straightened out by her own thoughts. If it had not been for this kid-even if his sister and her strange ESP with Elizabeth had triggered it-she would not have known the joys of sucking a teenage cock. Of seeing a young boy grow in his own estimation. And who was she to criticize the fears and the mixed emotions of Tommy, a mere boy, if these circumstances wrought confusion in his young mind? What about herself? A grown woman, presumably mature, and yet she had gone almost berserk last night, denying herself, her body, the right to live, to be happy.
She almost dragged him to a chair in the parlor, the same room where, only last night, she had fellated a dog until he shot his rich, tasty sperm into her sucking mouth.
She sat down and held him between her knees, one hand lightly touching that darling prick that stood out so hard against his jeans. It was hard and throbbing, so she took it out and pressed her lips to it. There was no odor of female cunt juice.
She put her hand in the dark of his jeans, holding his young balls. His cock jerked again, and he made a sort of animal mewling, saying: "Please! Please!" in a high, whining voice.
She felt wet in the crotch, a flow of cunt ooze working its way into the thickly -haired and compressed lips of her cunt. His cock was only inches from her craving mouth, and she gratefully acknowledged the good fortune that gave her this chance to drink her fill of youthful jism.
She looked up at him, her face serious. "Oh, Tommy," she breathed, "I love this darling peter of yours so much! And I love to have you shoot your cum into my mouth. Or into my pussy. Or anywhere!" She held his prick, noticeably smaller than those of the two older boys, and thought how gorgeously it would fit into her rectum.
But that could wait. Anyhow, Jorge Leyes, the last time he had been in, had wiped his hand up and down the deep, moist crease between the globes of her ass and had whispered: "I want to get into this sweet thing of yours." And he had deliberately punched his finger against the ticklish, delighted little pucker of brown muscle. And, seeing that he had already turned her on to this unexpected maidenhead that existed in her asshole, he should get it.
She murmured: "Oh, my love! I must have your cum!" and bent her head to enclose his inflamed young member.
Its taste was delicate and sweet, and the angry looking red head felt smoother than wet velvet against her tongue, the roof of her mouth. And he must have been very, very ready to go.
He held her head, of course, in the manliest fashion, his hands over her ears, pulling her onto it, fucking deep into her throat. The hunching backward and forward on the chair's cushion was doing some great things for Elizabeth's overheated cunt, too.
She was already stirring inwardly with an orgasm beginning to burst when the boy's cock swelled and jerked, and a hot stream of jism shot far into her throat.
It was a surprise, him cumming so quickly, but Elizabeth, also hanging on a hair-trigger of lust, felt her own explosion of sex power thunder silently in the closed, pent-up heat of her vagina.
She kept her hand on his balls, frigging them back and forth more for her pleasure than for Tommy's, but, when she at last swallowed the last drop in her mouth and looked up at him, he at least was not the forlorn youngster he had been minutes before.
As she fastened his jeans with maternal care, he laughed.
You've got a couple of drops of my cum on your chin," he said.
He flicked them up with his finger, and she smilingly licked them off, then hugged him around his narrow hips.
"You were so sad just a few minutes ago, poor baby," she whispered. "Tell me what's the matter."
He moved sharply and said: "I think I'm in real trouble. At home. With my dad."
She listened intently, occasionally putting in a question.
What it amounted to was that the lid had been blown off of the mixed up sexual affairs at the Burke place. Burke Senior had come home, spent the night in bed with his wife-"not even doing her the honor of screwing her!" Tommy had grated-and then, this morning, he had gone seeking young Rachel.
"He found her, too," the boy said. "Down at the creek, with me. And I had decided to do what you told me to do. I was fucking her! Under the trees."
Their father had not actually seen them coupled, but he had seen enough.
"He sure was mean. To me and Rachel, too," Tommy said darkly. "He said that this was the last time he'd ever make a pass at Rachel, and when he said, looking at me" 'I'll be damned if I take a wet deck from a snot-nosed kid!' Rachel began to laugh. He's been after her all day to tell him why, and of course she can't."
"She laughed because he's been taking a 'wet deck' as you call it, from you, anyhow, where your mom's concerned. Right?"
The boy squirmed. "Yeah, and if he finds that out, we're all in bad trouble. Terrible!" He shivered, and Elizabeth held him tight.
She thought of all these two kids had meant to her, just in this short time, and she made a decision. "You can always come and live with me," she whispered. "You're-what? How old? Fourteen, isn't it? I'm no lawyer, but I think you have a right to choose where you'll live. If it's a good home, with someone the court believes is a responsible party."
Tommy clung to her, sobbing. "That's so great! But what about Rachel? She's only twelve!"
Elizabeth's heart sank. She certainly had no wish to deny the child a right to grow up, to enjoy her nubile, responsive young body as she wished. And if Rachel wanted it that way, or if it was a proper part of her sexual enlightenment, why not her father? He was just another man, wasn't he?
Another male' person? But if it was going to affect Tommy-well-it was a bit heavy.
"Go back home," she directed. "Get your clothes, your bike, all your things. Tell your mother you're coming to stay with me. Just for a while, that's what you'd better tell her. Just until things quiet down at home. And I'll drive down and pick you up. And Rachel can come and visit you, any time. See how that works out? I think you can officially make this your legal residence. You can be my, let's see, what will we say? My hired man, of course! And go to school from here."
He shook his handsome young head. "I still worry about Rachel," he said dully. "And mom, even if she is awful good to us, she can get pretty mean at times."
Elizabeth's native perception, heightened by all that had happened to her since day before yesterday, gave her a sharp twinge in her most sensitive areas. She saw that boyish dick, its head so red, its column so white with its thick, soft skin, sliding into the accustomed and red-hot mother-cunt. She felt the slow heave of Christine Burke's strong, softly muscled body, the deep animal love between mother and son that was made sharper, sweeter, by the fact that such fucking was forbidden fruit. It would be a hard thing for the woman to give up.
"Rachel can come here, too," Elizabeth declared. "Tonight. Your mom doesn't like the idea of your dad fucking Rachel, does she? Didn't you say so? Tell your mom that it's only to save her from your father. That ought to keep her quiet, don't you think?"
She thought of having both these sweet, warm-blooded kids in her home. Even in her own bed. The taste of the young girl's cunt, the beauty of nosing under her arms in the scented darkness of the hair in her armpits, the feel of the child's firm, girlish tits. And Tommy, all over her, all over his sister. What love! What fun!
She watched the boy ride home, still finding drops of his young seed hiding under her tongue, or between cheek and gums. It was almost a relief when Mister Lacey came by, crowded the ceremony of hanging gates by bringing extra help, and took the two older boys off in his truck on another job. They waved at her with rueful grins, and young Leyes mouthed, over the tailgate: "Later!"
She drove into Bonville and shopped for all the goodies she thought the kids might like. Plenty of good steaks, for one thing. She had read that a good diet, based on red meat, liver, fish, milk, and other proteins, was better for a man's sex life than all the faked and phony aphrodisiacs in the world. And she was beginning to realize the truth of something she had read-that the mind, the adventuring, picture-creating, fuck-oriented mind is the greatest aphrodisiac of all.
The pictures in her mind just wouldn't quit. Like a few minutes ago, when she had seen so plainly the actual penetration of Christine Burke's juicy and trembling cuntlips by her son's swollen, throbbing dick. "God, she's a beautiful woman, with a beautiful cunt," Elizabeth said aloud, as if she had seen the act of sex between mother and son with her own eyes. "If she's anything like me, it's no wonder she doesn't want to lose him," she murmured.
She wished the Burkes had a phone, so that Tommy could call her when he had his stuff together. It made the waiting nervous. But they had agreed on a time, and when her clock showed four-thirty, she drove through her new, electrically controlled gate, called a good-bye to Coley, who stood wagging his tail as she pressed the button which closed the portal automatically, and drove south.
She parked directly in front of the comfortable looking but somewhat shabby house, determined that all of this tremendous move should be carried on openly. She helped Tommy stow his pitifully few possessions in the car's trunk, and his bike in the back seat. She was shivering with excitement, and it was centered where most of her excitement lived-breasts, cuntal area, belly, between the lush globes of her ass. She knew why. This was going to give her a ready store of fucking and sucking. Without whatever discomfort of the mind that Christine Burke may have suffered.
"You can come home and see your mom, whenever you feel like it," she said to cheer the boy up. His tense face relaxed and she said: "When your dad's not at home!" and the boy laughed without any signs of worry at all, now that this issue had been explored.
Sneaking home to fuck his mom, when Paw wasn't there! Wow! That would really be something!
He said in a low voice: "Rachel's back near the road. She left a note for mom. Didn't want to face a lot of yelling."
Elizabeth frowned but nodded. She was fully aware there might be trouble. But overlaid on this threat was the promise of all the boyish peter she could use, all the boyish jism her system craved. Or, if not enough, surely a dependable standby supply, which could always be added to. A tremor of warmth and need shot through her body, and she squeezed her arms together, compressing her breasts, which seemed heavier and more sensitive just in the past few days.
As she reached for her ignition key, she saw a movement from the corner of her eye, and looked up to see Christine Burke in one of the front windows, staring at her with a venomous look. At the same time, under the big trees, there was another movement, and she saw the bulky shape of Linus Burke, fooling around near the tailgate of his rattletrap station wagon.
She looked at Tommy, who hissed: "Time to blow!" and started the big car down the winding dirt road.
There was a flash of color in the thick foliage of elder bushes up ahead, and Elizabeth opened the front door for Rachel to get in. Tommy was next to the driver, but that did not stop Elizabeth from reaching across to press a warm hand over one of the girl's strong and beautiful thighs. There was a little rush of saliva to her mouth, and the woman proudly thought: I'm as hot for one of them as I am for the other.
The girl had tossed a battered old suitcase into the rear seat, and she said: "That's enough stuff for two or three days. Then, if you still want me, and the heat cools down at home-well, what I mean, we can always get the rest." She pressed Elizabeth's shoulder with a hand laid across the back of the seat, and both of them smiled.
"It was smart of you to duck the trouble," the woman said. "Tommy, did they give you a bad time?"
"No," the boy replied, then laughed self-consciously. "Fact is, I just said I was going to do some work for you, just for a few days. I told mom when my father was around. She didn't like it, but I guess she couldn't say much."
Rachel sniffed. "He's been saying so many dirty things about me and Tommy-all that 'wet deck' business-that mom's afraid to rile him. Today was the first time that Tommy was ever going to really give it to me, damn it! I was so hot!" The child wiped a tear from her cheek, then shook her head angrily. "We had just started, when, thank goodness, I heard dad coming."
"Another couple of seconds, and it would have been me you heard cumming," Tommy said, and turned and kissed the girl. "Never mind, sis, things are going to be better now." He felt one of his sister's breasts and whistled reverently. "Baby, are your nipples ever big and hard!"
Elizabeth, finding it hard to keep her voice under control, said: "We'll do some real nice things for each other tonight. Some before dinner, a lot after dinner. So that everyone feels loved and wanted. Ooooh!" And she wiggled her lovely body. "I can already feel it, can you believe that?"
Rachel boldly put her hand up Elizabeth's skirt, on the warmth and smoothness of her thigh, and giggled. "Shamey, shamey!" she chanted. "No panties, Miz Cantrell!" And then, tensely, "Oh, you're so sweet and good! I sure wish you were my real mom!"
The woman patted Rachel's wrist, giving it an encouraging push up toward the crucial triangle where her thighs joined her body, where her bush of bright brown hair covered her closed cunt.
"Don't be mad at your mother, Rachel," she said. "She's a human being with human failings. She's jealous of you."
"Wow!" the girl said. "Jealous of me? That's pretty heavy! But why? She's my mom, she can do anything with me she wants."
Elizabeth let Rachel withdraw her hand. This was neither the time nor the place to have her squirming cunt explored by those tender fingers, to see the girl's hand dripping with cunt juice, to shoot her wad in a paroxysm of lust that would surely result in her running off the road. She concentrated on what Rachel had said.
"True. To a large degree, old habits give her the upper hand over you. But it isn't you she's worried about." Elizabeth paused and laughed. "She can't control Tommy. Or your dad. And she knows they both want your pussy. See what I mean?"
"Geez!" the child said fervently. Her strong young body moved as a tremor of fuck-interest quivered in her juvenile cunt. Without realizing it, she closed one of her hands on her breast, squeezing until the pleasure and pain were equal. She was leaning forward, her sweet young mouth open, her gaze fixed on a vision of lust. When she let her breath out, she said: "Wow! That's the greatest!"
Their dinner was great. Rachel was a marvelous helper, and the boy, his young cock never quite down to normal, enjoyed himself by teasing the two women, fingering first one moving twat, then the other, laughing, sniffing his juicy fingers, licking them.
And there was no artificiality about their going to bed. They fed the dog and petted him, letting him nose into the crotch of the girl, who said: "Really, old doggie, you should know me by now!"
And Tommy, who didn't understand and didn't care, held Coley's big head while the big animal sniffed his way to close acquaintance, and said: "You really got a great dog, Miz Cantrell!"
When they put Coley out, leaving the back door propped open so that he could roam the perimeters of the new fence and still come back for his sleep, they went upstairs. Elizabeth thought she had never been more conscious of the way she was built, the firm globes of her posterior which so softly moved against each other, caressing the thick-lipped cunt between them.
And Rachel, her arm around her brother, feeling down into his groin and squeezing his hard prick, said: "We'll take that down for you, Buddy-boy, won't we, Miz Cantrell?"
Elizabeth had never appreciated her comfortable, roomy home so much as when she walked the two kids along the wide upstairs hall and said: "Here, this is your room, Tommy, for as long as you like. And this one," as they turned across the hall, "is yours, Rachel. And if you don't like the wallpaper, or the beds, or whatever, they can be changed." She hugged them both, her heart beating hard. "I'm going to see that you're both happy!"
But, when the boy and his sister looked at each other, and then at the older woman with a question in their eyes, she laughed and said: "You're both going to sleep with me tonight. Until you decide to go to your own beds. And if I miss you, I'll call you, or come and get in bed with you. Anyone can get in bed with anyone, from now on, understand? Nobody will ever feel left out, hear?"
There was as much thrill, as much excitement in them all as if this were their first experience with each other. Elizabeth's entire body felt light with inner warmth as the two children undressed her. Tommy held her firmly, his young arms around her back and his hands on the lovely globes of her butt. He was holding them apart, giving her that marvelous sensation of openness, as if someone were gently, carefully stretching her cuntlips wide apart, letting its fluids roll out warm and slick, tickling her tenderest places. And young Rachel, her bare body so smooth and firm and warm, was pressing her big breasts against the older woman's thighs, while her soft young hands searched out the top of Elizabeth's slit, and the smooth and girlish fingers pressed into that moist valley, gently touching the divinely painful tenderness of the older woman's little bud of fuck-nerves.
She began to pump against Tommy's belly and his sister's hand as if she were out of her head with lust, and she said thickly: "Bed! Get me on the bed! Ohhh! Ohhhh! That's so damn fucky-good!"
They were all laughing as they fell on the big bed, and Elizabeth rolled with her back to Tommy, some crazy urgency telling her to hurry and get a hard cock shoved up her ass, to get her bowels distended by fucking and sprayed with hot, slick jism without any more waiting, to do it, and feel it, and have it over with.
She nestled her body against Tommy's, her back to him, and worked his erection into the soft, moist crack of her ass. With her right hand, she reached around over her hip and got the smooth, hard thing into her hand, rubbing her thumb over its leaking tip, which made him groan with happiness and pleasure.
When Rachel raised up to see what was going on-and it was as plain as day, once she saw Elizabeth's hand guiding the prick against her asshole-she said: "Good God! Can he do that? Can he fuck it into your bung hole and not kill you?"
As the truth struck Tommy, he shouted: "Grease it! I don't want my cock chewed up!" but he excitedly hunched into her, like a dog blindly feeling for a hole with his dick. He was panting, laughing, and he reached down to Elizabeth's flowing pussy, picking up a warm handful of her slick cum-goo, enthusiastically rubbing it all around her brown, puckered sphincter. He got another handful, the warm pressure of his fingers in her tender cunt making the woman gasp and lunge, and it was enough to make her slick from her cunt to the top of her asscrack. To make things even more certain, he jammed his young hardness into Elizabeth's sourve of fuck joy, and blindly thrust with his cock at the place he thought the hole might be.
It was a lucky shot; the head of his prick went in, slipped in easily, and then Elizabeth's instincts clamped her anus tight, and gripped his cock so firmly that he cried out. "Jesus, that hurts!" the boy yelled, but he hung in there, trembling, and Elizabeth said: "Easy, baby! Let me relax. OH, HOLY JESUS!" and her entire body pumped against him with the strength of mania as the nerves in her rectum suddenly felt and realized the stretch and the heat of being fucked.
Tommy was breathing very hard, his arms locked around the woman's belly. It was a rough passage for his prick, but he could not let this kinky chance go, could not stand the thought of ridicule if he could not fuck this squirming asshole. It was moving, seeming to try to pull his cock and push it, all at once, and he had a surge of pride-he was doing something no other boy in Bonville had done.
"Oh, God!" the woman groaned. "Oh, baby! Work it in just a little!" And then, remembering how strange it must be for him, she said: "You'll never know how good this feels to me! I want it so bad, and you're doing me so perfectly!"
She thought of the girl, too, and patted her on her rounded ass, which was near her face. "Did you see it, Rachel?" she asked. "Did it look like something you might enjoy? I hear that guys can come to love it better than anything. Oh, my dearest! Oh, your sweet little pussy smells so sweet! So lovely!"
She pushed on Rachel's thigh, and the young girl, thoroughly aroused, rolled on her side, pressing her own face into the fragrant hair on Elizabeth's cunt. "Can I suck you, too!" the girl asked in a hoarse whisper. "Are you going to suck me out while Tommy fucks you?"
She was so busily opening her own richly sculptured thighs, and so actively opening the woman's cuntlips and pushing her long, slick tongue between them, that it was obvious she was only talking because she loved the hot, strong, descriptive words. She was moaning with desire, too, and when she saw, between Elizabeth's sweating thighs, her brother's cock jammed into her older friend's anus, she began to pump her soft belly against Elizabeth's face, trying to push her cunt around the woman's tongue, or to do anything she possibly could to assuage the fire that raged in her entire pelvic area, to fire this cunt-burning orgasm stored within her.
At this moment, undoubtedly because concentrating on Rachel's sweetness and her own cuntal pleasure had removed her body's tension, Elizabeth's frightened sphincter relaxed for long enough to let Tommy's pushing cock go in another inch. And then, as often happens, since the blind, dumb rectum realizes it is no use to fight it, the boy's entire penis went home, all the way, rubbing against the ridged surface, the tender nerves of the woman's rectum.
Even while she had dreamed of it, Elizabeth had feared the penetrating cock would hurt. But it was the strangest hurt she had ever experienced. It had the deeply satisfying, even triumphant feeling of a painfully enormous bowel movement, the kind that, it seems, will never be accomplished. And still, somehow, is. But it was ever so much more than that.
It seemed strange to think about it now, when she was being fucked vigorously in her tender rectum, which felt unbelievable good, sexually good, that she had always been a hot female. Always. Even in her long, dark, loveless life with Old Sam, all she needed was a moment or two to play with her clit, to grease her cunt, so that her husband's horny cock could bang into her. And she would cum like a rabbit. Cum and cum and cum, so that she would be bathed in her own pussy juice as well as Sam's copious flow of semen.
And when she was a girl, even before the devastatingly brief affair with her lost love, when she was twelve or thirteen, she now remembered, sucking on the raw, red inner lips of Rachel's pussy, that she was able to cum simply by closing her thighs very tightly together. A dream? No, reality. And therefore, this wildness which seemed a foolishly late blossoming, was only a natural result.
With a start, she felt the young girl leave off licking her sensitive split, and heard the child say: "We would have found each other, Elizabeth. I would have come to you!"
This resumption, or repetition, of the strong mental telepathy between herself and Rachel shot a new thrill up Elizabeth's spine. Plus the fact that, for the first time, Rachel had entered into the intimacy of first names. Without being told, without preamble, without self-consciousness. But who can be self-conscious in a sixty-nine?
There was a fierce joy in all three of them that needed no ESP to declare it. So close they were, so much in love! "Oh, God!" the young boy cried, his hands excruciatingly powerful on the older woman's soft, blue-veined breasts. "I wish I could bite you! I wish I could bit blood out of both of you! Oh, God! Help me CUMMMM!"
She could feel her breasts being mauled out of human shape. It made fire flash down to her cunt. She was lapping the thick, clear, hot juice that seemed to pulse out of the thickened lips inside Rachel's distended pussy. The child's clit stuck out like a tiny price, but Elizabeth, who deeply wanted to suck the joy and heat from that jerking finger of flesh and nerves, licked around it. When she began to blow, she would suck it, and Rachel would burst open with her own fiery orgasm.
And all the time, she felt the cock in her ass, seeming to grow sweeter and slicker and more comforting, seeming to pass its heat and joy between asshole and fuck-hole.
She moved her top thigh so that Rachel could get to her cunt all the better, and the child, delirious with the intensity of the cum-fire swelling in her, and with the sure knowledge that her friend was hanging on the lip of a huge cum, gasped: "Oh, good heavens, Elizabeth! Oh, my goodness! Your cunt's hanging open. Oh! I can see up it!"
And Elizabeth, unwilling to close her mouth against the sweet flow from the young girl's body, thought: Suck it, my darling! Put your sweet, strong young lips around that red hole and suck it all out of me!
She was not surprised when the tongue play around her clit stopped, or when the piercing sweetness of a deep suck closed her cunt walls against each other. It was a sort of glory, especially as she felt Tommy's cock swell and throb, and felt the wet, hot flow of his jism, shooting off in her guts.
She was pumping forward at the sweet girl and backward at the strong young cock, and in her fever of heat she chewed on the hard little bud of love which had been tense and throbbing ever since they had first locked themselves in a triad of love.
They throbbed and kissed and poured out nerve strain and love's hard needs. Pulling his cum-dripping peter out of the new mother lode he had struck, Tommy licked and kissed and sucked at Elizabeth's breasts like a starving baby.
"Oh, oh, oh!" he whimpered. "That's what I missed!"
Coming through a red mist of lust, Elizabeth remembered the sweetness of the young Mexican that day, what he had done for her, with his oval face buried in her ass. How he had -rimmed her with his tongue, then given her the poignant pain of sucking her ass until it opened like a flower.
She bent and licked Tommy's cock, her heart leaping at her personal triumph over an old no-no. "I never knew I was so clean inside," she whispered, blushing. "It tastes simply wonderful, Tommy! Some night I'll suck your ass, baby!"
And Rachel, her young face shining with sweetness and love, held the older woman's round, firm ass cheeks apart and kissed her gloriously. "Oh, how I wish I had a cock!" she moaned. And then: "Oh, Tommy, will you ever fuck me there?"
They had snacks in the kitchen, then came upstairs again, bring Coley along. He chose to sleep in Elizabeth's room. The two kids, loving the idea of having their own rooms, separated after long good-nights, long kisses and embraces.
It must have been very late, perhaps two in the morning, when Elizabeth's bedroom door slammed open and she heard Tommy's cries.
The big dog, stirred from sleep, bared his fangs, but when he saw it was Tommy, in the light of Elizabeth's bed lamp, he subsided.
"It's mom and dad!" the boy groaned. "They've got Rachel!"
As Elizabeth jerked off her nightgown and put on a thin robe, the boy sobbed: "They're crazy! They sneaked in the house! Mom got in bed with me! Naked! Tried to suck me! And I saw my father dragging poor little Rachel away. She was unconscious; I think he hit her!"
They ran downstairs, the big dog ahead, growling, probably angry that he had not heard the invasion. When they got to the porch, Elizabeth said: "Wait! They're by your car! What's happening?"
There were three floodlights which stayed on all night. Sam, too, had been afraid of burglars. They showed only too well what was happening.
On the tailgate of the old station wagon, Rachel had been thrown down. She was utterly helpless, completely naked. Her mother held up one of the child's beautiful legs, her father held up the other. Her lovely, swelling young cunt, so tenderly girlish with its soft, thickly -haired lips, was open. Her father's other hand held his cock, big and hard and menacing.
As they looked, Christine Burke cried: "Fuck her, daddy! Fuck the little whore! Fuck her good! Split her little ass wide open!" And the big man, his dungarees down around his ankles, shoved the huge cock into his daughter. They saw it sink in slowly, saw him pull it out and slam it home again, his eyes closed, his face showing the intensity of his lust.
They saw a black shadow leap forward, and heard the naked woman scream: "Watch it! Look out, Burke!" But Linus Burke was past caring what else happened. He was in the cunt he wanted for years, the tight, softly helpless cunt of his baby girl. He did not see his wife hurled to the ground by the black-maned shepherd, or hear her grunting scream as she rolled on all-fours, trying to escape. She tried to crawl away and could not; the dog's weight and strength held her. He was up on her, trying to get his shiny-red cock into her, and his declawed toes were pressing on her swinging breasts. To escape him, she rolled on her side, and he began to nose into the deep crack between her big white asscheeks, licking at her furred snatch which peeped out.
"My God," Elizabeth breathed almost silently, "she's beautiful, as beautiful as I dreamed her." But here was a sister in pain and humiliation, and the kindly woman could not stand that, so she went straight to Coley and grabbed his collar.
"Get out of here!" she cried. "Sit! Stop! Heel!" She could not remember if Jeff Brigance had given her the words for a situation anything like this, but she must have hit on the right command, for the big dog drew back and sat, licking his lips.
She helped the other woman to her feet, and said shortly: "Don't worry. He won't attack you again."
Christine Burke peered around her rescuer at the big dog. She could see his long, bright-red cock. "My God," she whispered, "he was trying to fuck me! Your dog was trying to fuck me!"
"He was guarding me and my property," Elizabeth said tartly. "Your husband's lucky the dog didn't go for him. He mightn't have gotten off so easily."
In the silence, the other woman giggled, an odd sound. "Doesn't fuck men, hey?" she asked, and her voice sounded hysterical. She moved toward the car. "May I get my clothes?" she asked. They all turned to the station wagon, where Linus Burke, his big cock shining with the cum fluids of himself and his daughter, stood transfixed, his tall, heavy body jerking as he pumped out a gut-shaking cum that had as much psychic meaning as physical joy. The light was good enough so that they saw the lovely, mature lines of the girl's divided rump, the slash of darkness where her bountiful cunt hair framed the swollen, reddened inner lips. In the shuddering quiet of the night, young Tommy's hoarse voice said: "You dirty old son of a bitch!" and he ran at his father.
But Rachel apparently had not been unconscious, or else her ordeal under the big, hard cock of her father had aroused her. She leaped from the tailgate of the station wagon, staggering from the soul-shaking experience she had just had, and cried: "No, Tommy! No! He's our dad! He did what he thought was right!"
She slid to her knees and caught her brother around his. He was wearing only an undershirt, and the sight of his naked mother, her full-fashioned body which he knew so well, had brought his cock to trembling erection as he had watched his sister's young cunt stretched and the fanatic attempt of the dog to fuck his mother. Now he stood shaking, his boyish prick hard against the tear-stained cheek of his young sister. He felt a swelling of need deep in his nuts, and reached down to help Rachel up. His hands went under her arms, into the fragrant tangle of hair, and his fingers felt the weight and fullness of her beautiful young titties.
His mother, crying, was struggling into her dress and the father turned agrily on her. "You tell 'er they're my kids, like Rachel says!" he shouted. To Elizabeth, he hurled a threat. "They're my kids and you've taken 'em away from us! We'll get you for it, Miz High-and-Mighty Cantrell! You'll see! I'm poor, but my church will stand by me! The law will get you!" He was quivering with rage.
Elizabeth Cantrell went through a strange series of mental and emotional shocks, changes, vibrations and expansions of feelings in those few seconds while she confronted the angry, guilty intruder. She was not afraid, physically or morally. Not afraid of Linus Burke, certainly. She had the ammunition to blow him apart if needed. But she wished him no harm. Truly.
She had learned a great deal more about life in this past two days than ever before. About herself, about people and their needs, about her body, which she now felt free to love and enjoy as never before. There was a warm crawl of itching muscle deep up inside her, in the juicy dark around her womb, in the soft, slick folds where nerve-ends made her vagina quiver. Unconsciously, she closed her thighs together to hold in the beautiful feeling. And she could see those blessed children, so loving, so loyal. Loyal to each other and to themselves.
She saw Tommy's rigid cock as a lighter shadow across his sister's cheek, and could imagine the warmth of blood pounding through it, the clear, sticky drop of pre-cum fluid on its red tip. And the tender girl, the woman-child with the other-world powers of her mind, the very warm now-world of her responsive, softly muscled body, its breasts and belly and cunt so mature for a child. They stood on a brink. Whatever quarrel they had with their father, it could one day be mended. She felt her body swell with warmth for them all. She could not slay Burke, as a remote ancestor might have slain a dragon. His face was slack, his cock was limp, he must be undergoing the most defeating of feelings. So she was firm but kind.
"Mister Burke," she said calmly, "I want you to take your wife-she knows I am her friend-and go home. I mean it. Now."
He pulled himself upright again and raised his fists. But before he could scream out his hatred, Elizabeth, who now had her arms around the strong shoulders of young Tommy, and the cool, smooth firmness of Rachel, raised her hand.
"We don't want any trouble between us. We don't want to hate, to be unkind, to imprison people by anything but love. We can forget things like trespass, and breaking and entering, which are really against the law." She stooped and kissed young Rachel on the cheek, and boldly felt of her smooth breast. "We will forget about statutory rape, and rape by force." But get your ass out of here, she thought, so I can suck this seed out of your child's warm, tight pussy.
She felt Tommy's arm go around her, and he had a man's grip on the soft fullness of her buttocks, pulling them apart so she could feel the cooling juices that gathered around her cuntal opening.
"She's my daughter," the man grumbled, but all the fire had gone out of him. His wife, who had been roused to bitterness at the confusion and pain of perhaps losing her son, her lover, sensed kindness and understanding in this woman she had known so long.
"Yes, she's your daughter, of course," Elizabeth said. "The law says that. The law also says you can't have sexual intercourse with your daughter. I don't say you can't, and maybe your daughter doesn't say you can't, if she wants to. But you can't do it unless it's for love. Don't you see that?"
Her voice was pleading, because she truly wanted nothing but love and good for all of them. And she wanted to have young Tommy's hard young dick in her while she sucked that lovely, girlish cunt and squeezed those firm, achingly tender titties.
The big man was finishing dressing himself. "You don't want to steal them from us?" he asked. "You really have work for Tommy to do?" He rubbed a hand across his eyes, numbed by the terrible passage of anger and passion that had gripped him.
That cock of his had looked a foot long, Elizabeth remembered. It was shivery to think of it going into the lovely, smooth-lipped young cunt of that nubile child. And just as shivery to think of it going into her own cunt. It could happen. So much already had.
"I mean it, I promise," she said. "Of course there's work for Tommy. There's work for you, too. Not steady, of course, but there will be days," and she let her voice trail off, choked slightly by the curious idea of using her lovely, beloved cunt to squeeze and draw out those powerful blasts of richness from Linus Burke's balls.
She knew she had done the right thing. There was real love in those children for their parents. It showed in their good-byes, the affection of mother for son, of daughter for father.
They locked the gate and went back to the house. The big dog glided along in the semi-dark like his lupine ancestors, and Tommy, with all that restrained sex in the air, was moved to humor. "Look at the cock on Old Coley," he joked. "Bet it's longer'n dad's."
But then he seemed to feel he had said the wrong thing, for he stopped by his sister and put his arms around her. They were so near the same height that his cock slid right into the open, cum-slicked lips of her pussy, and he laughed nervously. "This night's sort of gotten to me, sis, I guess. I shouldn't have said what I did."
The girl's smooth skin, strangely enough considering the night chill, was warm, and she held her brother to her tightly.
"Don't sweat it," she said. She let go her brother to hug the older woman, and shyly pushed the thin robe aside so that her bare belly and breasts should rub against Elizabeth's. "A little thing like that-on a night like this-it doesn't mean anything. And besides, we're going to have some fun. Right, Miz Cantrell?"
There it was again-that strange, thrilling ability of her mind and the girl's to communicate. Elizabeth felt a hurry of heat and impatience in her pulse, in her lips, which she rubbed together, in the wetly moving muscles at the opening into her cunt.
She kissed Rachel deeply, their tongues dragging, and they were smiling as they drew apart.
"Keep your hand over it, baby," Elizabeth whispered. "Oh, and hurry, too! I want it so bad!" They began to move faster, got to the door and started up the stairs. Tommy let the dog in an latched the front door. He looked puzzled.
"Hey, what about me?" he asked, and Elizabeth bubbled with laughter.
"I'm going to suck all that good stuff out of your little sister," she said gaily. "While I'm doing that, you can suck me or fuck me or anything you like. And I promise, if you want to wait, I'll suck you, too. Or we can stay up late and suck all around."
He showed them his dick. "God Almighty," he swore, "I'm sure ready for it. I feel like I could fuck all night." He eyed the two women, working their way into each other's arms, kissing, and asked: "What about the dog? Want me to take the dog downstairs?"
Elizabeth had the boy by his cock, so warm and hard, trembling with the fullness of his young nuts. Rachel's flushed, lovely young face was turning away, just as the girl's smooth, white ass was moving toward Elizabeth. Both women laughed.
"Oh, no, Tommy, don't be selfish," Rachel said. "Leave the dog here. One of us may want the dog." She squeezed her cuntlips together, a jewel of clear cum juice trickling out, and glanced at the serene and beautiful face of the older woman, poised and tongue-ready to blow her mind with a cunt-sucking to end all cunt-sucking.
She gave a quick kiss to the sloppy-beautiful folds of the older woman's exposed cunt, settled her ass on Elizabeth's face, and said: "Both of us will want the dog!"