Chapter 11
The next two weeks in Christine Gorman's life had a nightmare quality. She consumed so much alcohol and participated in so much sex she was never quite sure if she was awake and these things were really happening or asleep and they were part of her dreams.
The days and nights turned into bits and fragments like stray pieces of an unfinished jigsaw puzzle. Christine would walk into the bathroom and find Carol sitting on the John with Ronnie or Bobby standing in front of her while she sucked his cock. She would be taking a warm shower and suddenly feel herself penetrated from behind. She would be sitting at the breakfast table sipping her coffee, and feel an eager, probing face between her thighs.
The two young studs were at the house all day almost every day, and young Linda would join them whenever she could. The two sisters would drink lightly and fuck heavily during the day, with Christine taking time out for the swimming classes. She had combined groups so that she only taught two hours a day.
In the house, they all naked went around naked, and they played a variety of games. The winner of each game dictated what all the others would do sexually. And this produced some wild, unlikely and pervert combinations ...
Upon winning one game, Carol did something she had always dreamed about - she had both boys fuck her at the same time. Bobby, because of his slender shaft, took her anally, and Ronnie took her in her vagina. Carol enjoyed the experience so much that she cried, and her tears of joy ran down her cheeks in rivers. She made the boys time it so they both came in her at the same moment, and her own orgasm was so intense she literally blacked out.
Linda practiced hard and was soon voted the best cocksucker by the two boys. The young blonde delighted in having her pussy eaten, but she yearned to sample the joys of fucking she saw going on about her.
Christine set her foot down on that matter! She would take no chances on a pregnant young woman as a result of the sexual extravaganzas they were all enjoying - even though she had given Linda some of her own birth-control pills. Accidents could still happen, she feared. Carol came up with the suggestion that Linda should have Bobby fuck her in the ass, and the young girl was more than willing.
"Use this," Carol offered, bringing in a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. "Bend over, Linda dear, and I'll prepare you. This will make it easier, it being your first time ..."
Linda bent over the back of a low chair, and Carol began rubbing Vaseline into the young woman's tight, child-like rectum. When she had Linda well lubricated, she called Bobby over and also applied a thick coating of the salve to his stiff, ready prick. Then she guided the boy to the girl's expectant anus, and told him to shove it up gently but firmly into Linda's quivering "back door".
"AAAuuuurrrrgggghhh!" Linda cried between clenched teeth when Bobby rammed his cock in her ass. It was painful, but she shook her head negatively when they asked her if she wanted him to stop. Soon the pain gave way to erotic stimulation, and Linda felt a new, pleasant, and very intense orgasm.
In the next few days, Linda went through two jars of Vaseline with the boys. She also learned the incredibly exciting, erotic joys of Christine's vibrator. Whenever both of the boys were busy with the sisters, Linda would hold the vibrator on herself until she screamed with pleasure.
The young people would leave before sunset every evening, and Carol and Christine would begin drinking seriously. They seldom got to bed before midnight, and they were always dead drunk when they fell asleep.
Through it all, Christine battled a constant sense of impending disaster. There was a foreboding that seemed to follow her every action. When she described her feeling of doom to Carol, her younger sister only laughed.
"You've never had so much fun in your life," Carol said, "and you're afraid you'll have to pay for it or that it will end. Enjoy it, Christy. You deserve it! So do I."
The first hint of trouble came in a letter Carol received from her husband. It arrived registered mail and Carol sensed serious trouble. When she opened the envelope, a group of small, black-and-white photos fell out. She picked them up and her heart fell to her toes! They were photos of her in the orgy they'd had!
"Oh NO!" Christine said when Carol told her. "Let me see them!"
Christine looked at the photos with a sinking heart. They were clear, and there was no doubt about what was going or about who was doing what to and with whom.
"Listen to what he says," Carol said in a bitter tone. "So, my darling wife, everything you said about me the night I confessed my 'condition' - that it was immoral and unnatural - can now be said about you. For surely I am no more depraved or abnormal than you. And if we must air our laundry in a court, so be it! To me, the sensible thing would be to agree to an even split of our worldly belongings and call it square. I seriously doubt that either of us could take the other to the cleaners!"
"The sneaky bastard!" Christine said.
"I'd like to cut the sonofabitch's balls off!" Carol said in anger.
"But, sweetheart," Christine remarked, "I think he's right. In a court fight now, neither of you would win. And think of what the publicity would do to you!"
"Shit!" Carol exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes. "He hangs me out to dry for three damned years, and now he even takes my revenge away from me!"
They drank more than usual that night, and both fell asleep on the den floor.
Christine wondered if this was the impending disaster she had been expecting? After all, this was not the worst thing that could have happened. Well then, why was the cloak of doom still with her?
The second hint of trouble came two days later when Bobby pulled Christine aside and told her that word of what they were doing was beginning to circulate.
"It was Linda," he explained hastily. "She dated Paul a couple of nights ago. They went to a movie and during the movie, she went down on him. Linda had gone down on Paul before. Remember, he was the one who told us she was so lousy? Anyway, he sure as hell noticed the difference in how she sucks a cock now, as well as her entire attitude about sex, compared to before, and he asked her where she'd learned. Without thinking, Linda had blurted out the whole story."
"And Paul is spreading it all over town, I suppose!" Christine snapped.
"Not all over, but he's told some friends of his. That's where I heard it - from some of the other guys," Bobby replied.
"And if it's already back to you, how long do you think it will take to hit your parents? Shit!" Christine cursed disgustedly.
"Maybe if we invited Paul to join us," Bobby suggested, "that would get him to keep quiet."
Christine knew it was hopeless, that once there was a trace of smoke someone would locate the fire, but perhaps Bobby's suggestion would help delay the spread of rumors, and avoid the disaster of the parents finding out.
"Why not? The more the merrier!" she replied. "The more hard pricks we have, the better it is for us girls! Ask him if he wants to party with us, Bobby." But in the rational part of her mind, she also knew that the risks were escalating the more that more people who were drawn into their little orgy club ...
Bobby promptly left to find Paul. Christine slipped into her swim suit to teach her two classes. Sitting on the edge of the pool supervising the swimmers, Christine tried to think seriously. This was one of the things that bothered her - she had no time to her-self! If she wasn't teaching swimming, she was fucking, sucking, or drinking with her sister!
There just didn't seem to be time to sit down and have a good talk with herself - to try to get a handle on this wild life-style she had fallen into ...
Christine felt that word spreading about their activities was most certainly the impending crisis that had been hanging over her. She reasoned that it probably had been from the very beginning. What she had been doing with younger people was not accepted behavior anywhere, and the thought of being discovered was, after all, a natural fear.
Chuck's letter to Carol had brought this into sharper focus for Christine. He was using the very threat of exposure to mould his outraged wife's anger to convenient compromise. Just the threat of exposure!
Christine realized that, somehow, she no longer really cared about herself or her own reputation. Her life, she suddenly realized, had been almost meaningless for some years. She had surrendered her identity to become a part of Larry's identity and life. And it was Larry, and Larry's future, that worried her! She had no right to destroy an innocent person's career and future!
In her subconscious mind, she had even considered running away. Before it became any worse, before it was a local neighborhood - or even the town - scandal, she would simply disappear and never be heard from again.
On the surface it seemed so simple! She would just leave town and everything would be forgotten.
But where would she go? What would she do? It was easy to think about starting all over, but actually doing it was another matter entirely! So the thought, ever present, remained in Christine's subconscious mind.
Looking ahead, Christine wondered how she would handle first the whisper campaign that would almost certainly begin, and then the actual confrontation! The thought sent chills running down her spine! As she had done all too often in her life, she would simply try to handle those problems when she was actually was confronted with them.
Christine climbed out of the pool after her last class and headed directly for the kitchen to pour herself a stiff rum and water. Carol was already there, finishing one can of beer and opening another.
"We've got to stop this stupid drinking!" Christine sighed, taking a long pull from the drink she had just prepared.
"I know," Carol agreed. "We've really screwed things up, haven't we?"
"In spades!" Christine replied. "I'm sorry I got you into all of this, Carol."
"Got me into it?" Carol said. "Come on, Christy, drop the responsible-party routine! I'm over twenty-one. I know what I'm doing. And if I didn't like it, I wouldn't do it! You're no more responsible than I am."
Christine watched her sister drain a can of beer in three long swigs. She drained her rum and water and made herself another, watching Carol open another beer.
"So what are we going to do?" Christine asked with a deep sigh.
"Well," Carol said bitterly, "I don't have much choice, do I? I'll give in and make an even split with Chuck - the lousy fag!"
"But how am I going to handle this situation here if it gets back to the parents?" Christine asked.
"I don't know, Christy," Carol replied sympathetically. "Maybe we can keep it from getting to the parents."
"Do you honestly think we can keep it entirely quiet?" Christine said. "When it was one guy alone, I had a chance. But the more that get involved, the greater the risk of exposure. It would be asking a miracle to keep this completely concealed now."
"Well, at least maybe its possible to keep it quiet long enough to figure out how to handle it," Carol sighed.
"I guess that's our only hope," Christine sighed, the welcome warmth of the alcohol now beginning to flow freely through her system.
"Look, Christy," Carol said, walking over to put her hand on her older sister's shoulder, "tomorrow we'll swear off the booze and do some serious thinking ~ okay?"
"Okay," Christine replied, making herself another, weaker rum and water, hoping that they would indeed do that, but also having a despairing feeling as to their ability to actually do so.
It was almost four o'clock when Bobby showed up with Paul in tow. Christine recognized immediately that Paul was slightly older than the others. He was already in college, while the others would not be starting 'til the fall. He was tall, a little under six feet, Christine guessed, and very handsome in a rugged, outdoor manner. He wore his dark brown hair in a rakish pony tail, and his features were sharp and rather attractive. He was slender, and Christine guessed correctly that he had played basketball in high school.
"Hi, Paul!" Christine greeted, surprised to hear the slurred thickness in her voice. Man, she thought - it was only four and she was already as high as a kite!
"Hi," Paul said self-consciously.
"Bobby has told us a lot about you," Christine remarked with a smile. "You're supposed to be quite some lover."
The boy smiled and blushed at the same time, awkwardly trying to find some place to put his dangling hands.
"I was disappointed to hear that stories about the little parties we have here are starting to get around. It seems a shame to stop having all this fun, don't you, but I guess we don't have much choice. We could get in trouble with a lot of people."
"Aw, gee, Christine," Bobby said. "None of our parents will find out!"
"Yeah," Paul said, "you don't have to worry about that! We can lean on the few other guys and stop the shit from flying "that."
"How?" Christine asked, patting the empty seat on the couch next to her to encourage Paul to sit down beside her.
"Well ..." Paul began, taking Christine's suggestion and sitting next to her on the sofa, "we ourselves can keep it a secret, and Bob, Ron and I will make damn sure that none of the others dare talk about it!"
"Would you do that?" Christine asked softly.
"You bet!" Paul said confidently.
Christine stared into Paul's dark eyes for a long moment and felt the temperature of her blood climb several degrees! He certainly was a handsome devil! She moved closer, pressing her thigh against Paul's and deliberately brushing her breast against his arm.
"That would be wonderful!" Christine said thickly. "Maybe you could join in on our little parties, Paul. You're such a tall, handsome man! But maybe we're too old for you ..."
"No," Paul said quickly. His prick was already straining against his slim jeans, in response to the x strong sexual intimations radiating from this beautiful and sensuous woman.
Christine smiled to herself as she slowly brought her lips to his and locked their mouths together in a hungry, passionate embrace. "Let's seal that with a kiss," she breathed.
The moment she darted her probing tongue into the youth's warm mouth, Christine's hand dropped into his Paul's lap. She began rubbing her palm over his straining cock, then unbuttoned his fly and slid her fingers inside to wrestle his stiffened cock free of his clothing.
What Christine felt in her hand surprised her! Paul was hung better than many older men! His prick was long and thick, and as hard as tempered steel. She stroked it gently, teasing him with both her hand and her mouth, until she felt a firm pulsing along his moist shaft.
"Gee, it's warm in here!" Christine remarked seductively when their lips parted.
"Yeah!" the Paul agreed excitedly.
"Help me get out of this swim suit" she said, turning her back so he could unsnap the top of her two-piece suit with fumbling fingers. Then she slipped it off her shoulders and turned back to face the amazed young man with her full breasts completely exposed to his bulging eyes.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked in a shy little girl voice that surprised even her.
"You bet!" Paul replied enthusiastically. "I like your prick, too," she replied softly, reaching over to grasp the swollen tip of his member in her palm. "Why don't you get out of those clothes, Paul? I feel like having a little fun."
Christine had to restrain a girlish giggle that threatened to erupt from her husky throat! She was intoxicated on a combination of alcohol and sex! Her brain seemed to be swimming through tall waves of brightly colored clouds! She glanced over to see Carol undressing Bobby. She watched her younger sister free Bobby's erect joint from his shorts to slip it into her mouth. Then she watched Bobby struggle to undress Carol while she held his prick in her mouth and sucked him slowly.
Her eyes darted back to the new guy as he dropped his jeans and underpants and then pulled his shirt over his head. His body was lean, without an ounce of fat on it, and his muscles seemed to ripple teasingly before the rapidly heating woman's eyes!
In a warm, euphoric haze, Christine reached out and affectionately took Paul's hard dong in her hands. She fondled him, massaged his excited skin, played with his pulsing balls. Then she pulled him to her and guided his long, thick cock to her lips to begin kissing, teasing, licking, and sucking him.
Once again, everything seemed to be happening in bits and fragments, like slow motion or a series of still frames in a movie. Christine couldn't seem to concentrate on anything for any duration. She loved having his pulsing organ in her mouth, but she had no idea how long she sucked him. She delighted in the way his firm, strong hands explored her body, caressing her excited flesh and kneading her breasts until she was moaning with desire.
She wanted to feel his face buried in her pussy, but she knew that Paul was far too aroused to please her that way. Instinct told her what he wanted, and she wanted the same thing!
"Fuck me, Paul!" she whispered explicitly in his ear, darting her pointed tongue inside to tease him. "Stick that big cock of yours in my cunt! She slithered her body beneath his, holding his penis in her hand and guiding it to her juicy pussy. She spread her legs and placed the blood-engorged head of his throbbing, quivering, shaft against the sensitive opening to her vagina.
"Fuck me!" she urged in a hoarse whisper. "Shove it to me!"
Paul needed no urging! He was so hot he was afraid he'd pop his nuts before he ever got it in her hole!
"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!" Christine gasped when she felt his long hard shaft penetrate the very core of her being as he lunged forward to the depth of her womb.
"Hey!" Carol called playfully across the room as Bobby knelt between her legs and prepared to mount her. "Save some for me! I've got seconds on that handsome new man!"
Christine ignored her sister and gave herself over to the fire that was consuming her thirsting, thirty-six-year-old body! She could feel every inch of his prick inside her. The walls of her vagina expanded to wrap around the hot pole so delightfully impaling her body. She flipped her legs up around his narrow waist and locked her heels behind his pumping buttocks. Placing her arms around his neck, she held onto him and pressed his chest against her breasts and began riding him.
"OH! That's so gooooood!" Christine whispered in his ear when he drove his hard cock deep into her womb. She loved the way he worked his hard-on up and down the length of her vaginal track! She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, and she contracted her vaginal muscles to grip his surging member firmly as their bodies began bouncing up and down on the hard cushions of the sofa.
Christine's mind drifted, alternating between a sharp focus on what was happening to her with Paul's prick lancing her body with long, exciting strokes and the sweet relaxing euphoric mist that surrounded her. She ground her hips against the couch and crushed her clitoris beneath his jerking pelvis.
Her body shuddered and her scalp tingled when she felt his cock explode to send thick rivers of scalding hot sex cream into her vagina. Her cries were mixed with his masculine groans as she screwed her way up the length of his cock with a tremendous, mind-bending orgasm that brought tears flowing from her eyes ...
The pieces of the puzzle were scattered willy-nilly in the distraught woman's confused, alcohol-numbed brain. She remembered watching Carol climb on top of Paul's cock and ride it like a Derby contender. She remembered kneeling with Bobby behind her and being fucked all the way across the den floor.
It was the wildest afternoon of her life! Christine had at least five climaxes, but she couldn't grasp them other than in bits and pieces! She remembered the sinking feeling she experienced when the two young men had to leave to go home. Why did the black shadow reach out for her at that moment? It seemed so close now!
Christine and Carol continued drinking and got rip-roaring drunk that night. Christine drank herself insensible and fell dead asleep on the john. At some point she managed to make it into the bedroom to collapse on the bed.