Chapter 5
That simple, homely fact, that Tommy was hungry, completely relieved the burden of awkwardness that Elizabeth was carrying. After all, while she was forty-two, she knew almost nothing of life. Or of sex. What do you ask your guests after an hour or more of the most intense and abandoned wantonness? Now, she knew.
"Wonderful," the woman responded, her heart feeling light. "We've got all kinds of goodies in the kitchen. This was Mrs. Walsh's day to cook for me-she comes in three times a week!"
She jumped up, feeling the warm goo from her overheated cunt cooling on her inner thigh. She put a warm hand on Rachel's hip, and the young girl, her face lit by a sweet smile, jokingly took her brother's cock and pretended to be lifting him by it.
"I don't know about you two," Elizabeth said comfortably, her arm around the soft shoulders of the girl, "but it's still too hot for me to want to get dressed. What about you, Tommy?"
He shrugged, then laughed. "If you've got vinyl seats on your kitchen chairs, I'll borrow a dish towel from you to protect me," he said. "One time, my butt stuck to one of those, and nearly ripped off some skin."
They pulled beautiful old-fashioned pine chairs around a table, and Elizabeth and Rachel brought out fried chicken, still warm and crisp, half a ham a covered dish of potato salad, and a bag of crusty rolls. The kids were so easy, so comfortable, that Elizabeth had to express her surprise.
"It's just incredible to me," she said, "how simply and easily all of this happened. It's just hard to believe that you've never done all these things before. I mean it, I really do. Oh, Tommy!" and she reached into his lap to fondle his prick, which was still fat and sticky and warm "You did it to me so great! And you must know I'm really not all that experienced, myself."
She felt herself blush all over, and Rachel got up and came around the table to kiss her. "You're just beautiful, Miz Cantrell," the girl said, tears in her eyes. "You know, I felt the strongest call from you." Now it was the girl's turn to blush. "I guess it sounds crazy " she said, "but I've been thinking for a long time that maybe you might have some sort of work I could do. And then, only this morning, my father was talking so ugly about you. You know what I mean, don't you, Tommy?"
The boy nodded, his handsome young face stern and angry.
"Sis talked to me about it before," he said. "Our dad's not the nicest person in the world. It's that damned church! But I guess you know that, already. Your husband, he was very big in that congregation. So you know."
"Well," Elizabeth answered, "I know how Sam Mister Cantrell-was. And some of the things he told me. But you know that women don't count for much. Not with those people. Those men."
The young boy struck the palm of his hand on the table. "Only when they want to fuck!" he cried. "They're so mean to women! But when they get a hard-on, look out! Nobody's safe. No girl."
Elizabeth, having her own visions of a brutal, big-man cock plundering the tender pussy of the lovely twelve-year-old Rachel, shook her head. "Is it true that they-that your father might, well, go after Rachel, here?" Her voice was tight.
The boy put his arm around his sister's naked waist as she stood between him and Elizabeth. "You better believe it," he said. "If it wasn't for me and mom, he'd have raped her long ago. Only they don't call it rape," he grated. "They call it 'opening up a new vein of love and respect.' Phew!'" and he almost choked on the expletive. "I think I'd kill Rachel before I'd let him stick it into her!" He leaned forward and Elizabeth saw that some of this, the dread idea of their father fucking this tender little sister, or his own hot interest in her, had given him a new hard-on. She leaned across Rachel's body to hold the warm soft-skinned cock. It was so hard, so lovely!
"Your mom really must be something," she said to the two kids. "How can she prevent your dad-uh-doing whatever he wants? After all, he's bigger and stronger than she is."
The boy laughed shortly, his eyes dark and smoky with anger. "The old devil got right up off mom one morning-" and he paused, turned red, and gulped. "I'm sorry, maybe I oughtn't to be talking about family affairs."
"Go on," Elizabeth said, pressing his cock gently. "Face it, we three are pretty close. At least I feel that way." She, too, laughed. "I feel like I'd like to have some more of your cock," she said. "And do some things to this sweet child, at the same time," and she sent a glance of love, hot, sultry love, up to the nubile young girl. But tell me what happened."
Tommy's face was serious. He tightened his grip around his little sister's warm hips, putting his cheek against her bush of light-brown cunt hair. "I heard him," he said in a low, taut voice. "I heard him fucking mom. He's always been brutal about it. And she's always so sweet about it. 'Come on, Linus,' she always says. 'You're doing it to me just fine, just like old times.' Oh, God damn him to hell! God damn all of them to hell!" He was almost hysterical his face drawn, his voice high.
Elizabeth found herself caught up in a wave of heat. Once, long ago, she had heard her own mother and dad. Unmistakeable, what they were doing. Thought she was upstairs playing with her dolls. She remembered the sight of her father's cock as he drew it out, hard and red, dripping with her mother's cunt juice. She closed her eyes and shuddered with the sensation of cum-itch crawling in the darkness of her vagina. But she owed something to Tommy. To both of these great kids.
She put her hand on his arm placatingly "They're married," she said quietly. "She married him in the expectation of giving him all the sex he needs. Of getting all she needs. You mustn't be jealous of him."
"Jealous?" the boy cried. "Jealous? Is that what you think it is, jealousy? Because he's always cramming his Goddamned cock into mom? And wants to do the same to Rachel? Why, Miz Cantrell, that's awful! It's like you were saying I want to do it to my own mama!" He smacked his hand on the table again, making dishes jump.
His sister held his head against the soft firmness of her bare young breasts, brushing his dark hair back. "Don't race your motor, Tommy, darling," she said soothingly. "You would, you know. You've noticed mama's body all your life. You told me. You know you don't have to lie to anybody. 'Specially yourself!" She looked at Elizabeth above the boy's head and smiled, woman to woman. "Just go on and tell what happened," she said softly.
He turned and looked at Elizabeth, his boyish face looking very old. "Sometimes a kid my age goes almost crazy," he said. "You never will know how much you've done for me. Making sex-well, fucking is what I mean-seem so easy and simple. I don't understand it. But then, I guess there's a lot of things I don't understand." He kissed his sister's smooth young belly.
"I get too worked up, sometimes," he acknowledged. "But that day, after he was banging mama, and she was telling him how good he did it, and he was a real man, and all like that, just making him feel good, I know, because he's not all that good-"
"Tommy!" Rachel interrupted him sharply. "Stop it! You really make it seem like you're jealous!" She giggled. "If I was a guy instead of a girl, I think I'd get it up for mama. What's wrong with wanting to stick your dick into some real good-looking woman? Even if she happens to be your mother? Go on, now!"
The boy shook his head. "Okay," he grinned. "But he made me sore as hell. He said-and this was about a year ago, when Rachel just had cute little old cupcake-type titties-he said: 'Well, hell, seeing I'm such a mighty stud, maybe you'd ought to run little Young Stuff through here and let me pluck her cherry! She's got to lose it sooner or later. Why not with me?' And then he sort of raised up and screamed at mama, holding onto his ass, and she sat up in bed, calm as you please, with a long-bladed fish knife in her hand. She must keep it under her pillow. Anyhow, the Old Man capered all around, a little trickle of blood running down his butt, and mom said to him: ' "You do get sort of forgetful, Linus, don't you? I told you that if you let that church persuade you it's all right to fuck your daughter, the church is going to lose a member.' " His young voice was awed but happy.
Elizabeth felt herself choked from an excess of emotion. In this short day of complete release, of sexual freedom and wantonness such as she had never dreamed, she felt she saw many things in a much truer perspective, in a much more revealing light. The boy's prick, which she had continued to stroke, seemed even bigger and harder than when they were upstairs, when he had almost sawed her in half with it, making her cum and cum and cum Well, part of that's due to my own talents, she thought with affectionate pride.
She had edged her chair closer and closer to Tommy, and they had the girl trapped between them. In a burst of the warmest love, she put one hand between Rachel's thighs, on the damply sweated smoothness of the girl's perfect skin, and moved her fingers in the cum-matted hair on the younger woman's fat, soft cuntlips.
"Right now," she said, having a little trouble making her voice sound normal, "I'm afraid I can't get too mad at anybody for wanting to fuck anybody. I think you ought to stick it in Rachel. You never have done it, have you? And I'll bet that this was the first time you ever came in her body. Anywhere in her body. I'm not blaming you." She groped for words. "I know you've tried to help each other without going all the way. But I think you're sort of mixed up, Tommy. Really I do. How could you stick your fingers in this sweet thing," and the older woman turned her face and kissed deeply between the warm, softly twitching cuntlips, "and not bust your ass to get your peter into it?"
She got up suddenly. "I've got to have your cock in my mouth, Tommy, my dear," she said hoarsely. 'Let's go out in the back yard, under the mulberry trees!"
They all carried thick pads of Terrycloth-upholstered rubber foam out beside her big pool. Rachel, enchanted, dived into the clear, warm water and swam the length of the pool and back again, the tan all over her lovely rump showing that she had spent a great deal of time in the sun without a bathing suit. When she hauled out, dripping water from every wet hair on her lovely young pussy, Elizabeth said: "The main reason old Sam bought that damned pool was because he wanted to try screwing me underwater. And he couldn't get it up enough to get it in."
The boy and girl looked at each other in quiet mirth, and Elizabeth said: "Maybe he was too old. Can you do it, Tommy?"
His sister laughingly answered. "Long as we're spilling all the family history, I'll tell you. I was in the creek one night-that's Easter Creek, it runs right, back of our house, and has some nice, deep holes-and Tommy found me there. I guess we were both hot. He'd been watching me before I saw him; and he had it good and hard."
"Tell the truth, sis," the boy answered, flushing. "I didn't know it was you, just some naked girl. And I was jerking off."
"Oh, you dear!" the girl cried. "You needed me so bad! So," and she looked at Elizabeth, "I got him in the water, tried to get him to put it-well, where it would do us both the most good-but he just kept rubbing it between my legs and I kept pulling at it until he shot off in the water."
"Boy, did it ever feel good!" the boy said, closing his eyes. "Some sort of pressure, I guess, makes it harder to get the jism out. Listen, you want to see me do it to her in the water? You said I ought to fuck her." He was grinning, holding his cock out threateningly. Looking at him, Elizabeth thought: I hope he doesn't die of remorse after he leaves here. Showing off so big. And another thought followed the first one as naturally as the words of a remembered song: I hope I don't, either. From those books old Sam had kept in his secret drawer, Elizabeth had learned how men, especially, suffer from a sort of shock after too much sex. "Post-coital depression," the book's writer called it. Considering the strange land she had entered into, Elizabeth thought, she might have a sudden attack of it, herself. But not yet, please, God! Her mind blazed with the memory of the feel of that boy's hard prick in her pussy. How would it feel in her mouth? In her rectum? She had a convulsive flutter of nerves and muscles in her vagina, and once again, almost shot her wad in a tenderly fierce orgasm.
The strong, lean boy was lying propped on one elbow, still grinning at the raunchiness of his offer to screw his little sister in the pool. In his heart, he hoped Miz Cantrell would turn it down. There was something else he wanted even more-to stick it in this kindly older woman's sweet mouth, to have her thick, sweet tongue force the cum out of him, delicately, slowly. Not like when he had pumped it into his young sister. That had been okay, but it was only because of his promise to her. Of course, to be honest, it had been wonderful. He didn't know who did things like this, at least, no one had ever done it to him. He'd heard about it plenty. Maybe they were experts. He hoped Miz Cantrell was.
She came over to where he was propped up and went down on her knees so that her warm pussy was right at his face. Her heart was beating hard and fast. "Well," she said as well as she could, with her mouth suddenly filled with a rush of her spit, "are you going to give me that big prick of yours? Are you going to let me give it a good sucking, until you shoot that wonderful, tasty juice down my throat?" My God, she thought, how did I ever think up such horrible, wonderful things to say? It was incredible, but no more so than all the rest of this day.
She got down on her own elbow, facing the tall boy's crotch. His cock was perfectly beautiful, its head swollen to shiny tightness by the flow of his blood. It was a deep, purplish red. The soft skin was still white, with big blue veins showing through it but it was beginning to redden with desire. After he fucked me before, her mind rejoiced, it was red all over.
Without any further thought or speech, she moved so that the head of the boy's cock was at her lips, took hold of the stem, and rubbed the soft springy tip across her lips. There was a tiny, clear drop of cum-fluid in the little eye in the head; she licked it up with deep satisfaction, "I hope you've got a lot more of it stored up, baby," she said through lips gone stiff. "I'm going to suck the bottom right up out of your well!" And she moved swiftly, evenly, going down on him as naturally as if she had done it for years.
She remembered the deep, blasting fire that had jolted her when the boy had gone down on her. She moved a gentle hand and took his young nuts from where they were drawn up tightly against his pole, tenderly caressing them. As soon as she had sucked every last drop of richness from his spurting cock, she would take them in her mouth and suck them. Just thinking of it gave her such a powerful drive of cum-itch that she humped her loins involuntarily.
The boy, as deeply drawn into her circle of heat as she was, and with the memory of the sweetness, the rich taste, the heat of her warm pussy, put his hand right in the wet, pink middle of her inner labia, so that she swung her body up in mute appeal.
The young girl, her own guts twisting at the sight of all this humanity and beauty, said in a calm, clear tone: "Suck her, Tommy! She wants you to suck her! Oh, Tommy, look how sweet she is! Look at that juice!"
The boy, however, was so engrossed with voyeurism that he could not move. He had allowed his sister to suck him off, but, in actuality, he had fucked her in the throat, seeing little of what was happening. Now, stretched on the soft pad in the sun, with the beautiful, mature woman's naked body in plain view, the urge to watch her as her head bored into his groin, taking his cock deep into her mouth, was so marvelous that he wanted nothing more.
The sight of Elizabeth's opened crotch, the thick and hairy lips spread wide by heat to show the slick and flowing hole, deeply affected the girl. She remembered the earlier part of the day as if it were a sweet, remote dream, too beautiful for reality. She had seen and felt and, from finger to lip, tasted the femaleness of the lovely creature who so busily gobbled her brother's prick. But that was hours ago, and shrouded in a mist of unreality. This was now, and she slipped between Elizabeth's thighs with a little moan of anticipation, running her pink tongue out, licking her lips.
At the touch of her soft hands on Elizabeth's inner thighs, the woman jerked in unexpected lust, throwing her knees apart, exposing more of the smooth, slick interior of her vulva. The girl, with a grateful little cry, gripped Elizabeth around the thighs and lowered her sweet mouth to the rosy split that so charmed her.
She heard Tommy's voice: "Oh, God, sis, that's so beautiful! To see you sucking her! She's doing me so great! OHHHH!" And he humped the lean length of his body as the woman's tongue instinctively wrapped around the tenderest part of his cock. "OHHHHH! Suck her good, sis!"
The girl was on her knees and elbows, and her brother, able to reach her sweetly spread bottom with his hands, felt tenderly between her parted cuntlips so that she screamed with the pleasure of having him touch her in the deepest heat of her young cunt.
Elizabeth was fucking up at the girl's sweet mouth and her long tongue. She felt the power of orgasm building, building, taking her along as she enjoyed the taste of the boy's prick. It was larger and harder, she knew, and in spite of her ignorance of such things, she guessed that he was close to his climax. She worried about Rachel. Was she getting a fair deal? It was then that she felt, rather than heard, the scream of joy which Tommy's searching fingers had forced from the young girl's lips. Felt it as a hard vibration in her own pussy, so close to orgasm, and with a last desperate suck, she shot Tommy over the edge.
"Ohhhh!" Ohhhh!" he moaned, humping hard so that his dick went deeper and deeper into her throat. "OH, MIZ CANTRELL! SUCK IT, BABY! SUCK IT!"
She felt the hard shot of his sperm before she tasted it, and then her own cumming began, and it was all a delicious, twisted dream of love and lust. Tremors of intense pleasure surged through her body, so that she felt as if her very bowels were on fire with the pains of love. And the thick, rich seed from Tommy's pecker, filling her mouth so that her cheeks puffed, shooting again and again as she tried to swallow each blast before another filled her, made her own orgasm seem higher, harder, hotter.
She felt Rachel's mouth withdraw, and desperately shook her head, the only way she could protest, and the shaking made her mouth and tongue and teeth rub Tommy's tender cock very hard on its sides and bottom, so that he screamed again in sheer ecstasy.
Rachel felt as if she would burst from pure joy. She had been hot long before she had hair on the richly sculptured fatness of her mound and outer cuntlips. She had fingered herself to a cum on countless occasions, and had been finger-fucked by her brother each time she had given him the sweet assistance of her girlish hands when he was randy. But today, things were at their peak.
Just to know, in such quick and amazing fashion, that there was such a person as Elizabeth Cantrell! To come so quickly to a conviction that she loved this older woman, and that they shared the unusual gift of "reading" each other. That was great. But to see Miz Cantrell being fucked by her beloved brother, to take Tommy's load with her sucking lips, and then, joy of joys, to participate with them while the woman sucked Tommy and she drew her new friend's cuntal sweetness into her own mouth-that was ecstasy beyond any words the girl knew. Or could imagine.
Her face was so buried in Elizabeth's cunt that she had to move it to breathe. The richly female odor and taste, the rake of dry cunt hair on her nose, the softness of lower cunt muscle against her chin, all these were simply parts of a dream of hot beauty.
She hit her highest peak from Tommy's clever fingers in her juicy pussy, she exploded in a scream and fell with her face on the older woman's quivering belly, her young body twitching from the burning threads of orgasm which still plucked at her nerves.
They were all helpless for a few moments, their bodies aching with love, muscles gone slack with the expenditure of such passion. One of Rachel's full breasts was w-edged into the sweetness of Elizabeth's open cunt, and both women shared the splendor of feeling this oddity gifted them with.
They clung to each other, laughing, happy, free with each other. It's as if we had just been born, Elizabeth thought. Born free of guilt and free of shame. She shivered in superstitious fear. Such joy-was it right for people who sinned to know such happiness? Some words from Sam's Bible came to her mind. Vengeance is Mine, saith the Lord. I will repay. But she shook it off. Her hand was on one of Rachel's big, swollen young titties, the hard nipple, dark with the girl's hot blood, hard as a cob between her fingers. Her face was in the boy's lap as he sat cross-legged on the mat, and her lips could touch his warm, sticky peter, which had just shot such a load of delicious cream down her throat. Sweet, sweet, sweet! They had done no wrong!