Chapter 7
Tom Evans looked at his wife in the mirror before him as she came into the bathroom.
"Tom, we haven't much time. You've been shaving for an hour...."
Their eyes met in the mirror. "Well, I've got to be presentable for this affair. You might say it's my debut as a male whore. Of course I suppose the whole thing is routine to you ..
A hint of a tear gathered in one of Jill's eyes. "Please.'.. don't do that. I thought we agreed...."
Tom put down his razor and turned a face that still had soap on his chin and neck toward his wife. "The trouble is I still don't understand this whole damn mess. I never did have much use for that brother of yours, but I never thought he could pull a stunt like this. You never have really explained how he made you get into it to begin with. You said something about pictures, but you never did ... what exactly is the story on these pictures he's got? I want the whole story, in detad and living color ..
"Oh, honey-not now. We haven't time, and besides, it won't help anything. We've got ... "
Tom put a non-too-gentle hand on his wife's shoulder and turned her squarely toward him. "What we've got is to get this story straightened out. The more I think about it the more ridiculous it gets. You're gonna have to give me the whole scene, from the beginning and without leaving anything out. The sooner you understand that the better it's gonna be...."
The ride was an uncomfortable one for the nervous group. Almost nothing had been said during the trip across town; Tom had looked at his wife beside him on the front seat several times but the recriminations that were on the tip of his tongue were restrained by the presence of the young girl in the back seat. It had been his initial encounter with her, after all, that had started the unholy train of events. But, God ... that had been an innocent flirtation compared to his wife's submission to her brother, son, and whoredom. And yet she hadn't really had much choice; the same pressure to which she had succumbed now had him in the same trap. Damn....
Jill rested a hand lightly on her husband's tense thigh. "Honey, please ... you're giving yourself too much hell about it. It is hell, alright, but there's not much we can do right now, so...." She paused as she read the resentment in her husband's quick look into her earnest eyes. Jill knew the mental agony that Tom was experiencing; her own feelings had mellowed slightly only because she had had much more time to ponder the whole impossible situation. He had just not had enough time to reach her state of partial, reluctant resignation to a mess which was beyond her control....
In the back seat Bob heard his mother's quiet words and sensed his father's rejection of them. Bob's reaction to his father's attitude was less understanding than his mother's-to the boy the central fact was that the first step in this trip of family degradation had been taken by his father. Damn ... whatever his mother had done had been forced on her and any fool should be able to realize that. The real blame, after all, accrued to that God damn uncle of his....
In the other corner of the back seat Kathy sat in a uncharacteristic mood of combined nervousness and humility. The full impact of the situation bore in on her adolescent consciousness for the first time in the presence of the total Evans family. It was a hell of a thing for a family to have to go through. And yet ... the situation was sexy as hell. In spite of herself Kathy felt a tingle of excitement in her loins. What did Jack Adams have in store for them...?
Jack rubbed the back of his hand across the sweat on his forehead. The meeting downstairs in the apartment garage had gone pretty well, under the circumstances. His brother-in-law's hostility had been plainly evident, but the situation had not degenerated into physical violence as Jack feared it might. And yet he could not escape a sense of impending disaster as he punched the button beside the door at the end of the thickly carpeted hall. Tom Evans was not a man to be taken lightly when aroused, and he damn sure was aroused now....
Jack smiled weakly and stood aside as the heavy door swung open. "After you, folks. I've seen the girls before."
Jill looked with surprise at the girl that prompted her brother's remark. The door had been opened by a young and pretty girl whose light brown skin was covered only by a small apron tied around her waist The brief covering provided protection only for her pubic area; her full and lush breasts were nude and appealing as they swayed and bounced at the girl's slightest movement
"Welcome ... welcome. Come on in before the bitch across the hall sees Tina's tits again. Seems to drive her wild-envy, I guess."
The voice was cheerful and masculine, and the group entering the plush apartment looked beyond the pretty girl at the man who was obviously their host. He seemed to be about fifty, and a background in professional football would have been easily believable-he was large and his build was powerful. At first glance he gave a favorable impression, but that impression was modified quickly by an inspection of his eyes. They were not hostile, but to Jill they held the unmistakable aura of degenerate power. And why not, Jill thought-a man who could want to use and humilate an entire family might be expected to have eyes like these....
But at least the initial contact was mild. "My name's Rollo. Jack here doesn't seem to be quite up to making introductions, so I guess that leaves it to me." The man's voice seemed friendly enough, but the hint of things to come was not lost on Jill. Damn-this man would probably take her right in front of her husband. Would Tom take such a thing without blowing the whole thing skyhigh? The nervous wife felt again a black premonition of total disaster. The already strained fabric of their family relationship could easily tear beyond all hope of repair..... ." and so that's about it. My tastes are a little out of the ordinary, and Jack seems to have a certain talent for catering to them. About the only thing he is worth a damn for, I guess. Well, maybe it will be an enjoyable evening for all of us." The faintly smiling man turned directly to Tom, who stood silently as he tried to assess the situation. "A lot depends on the women, doesn't it? Particularly your wife, Evans-I really prefer experienced cunt to the young stuff like Kathy. How is your wife's cunt, Evans? Still pretty tight? I bet it is, even though it must have stretched a little when she had Bobby, here. How do you rate your wife as a fuck Evans?"
Jill gasped at the man's suddenly crude language and its possible effect on her husband. She correctly sensed that Rollo had recognized in her husband the only other real strength in the room, and the only likely source of trouble during what was probably intended to be a highly erotic evening. Jill put a soft but nervous hand on her husband's arm as she looked at the anger in his eyes. She felt the muscles in his arm twitch.
"You better believe it, Mr. Rollo." The voice, a little too loud, surprised everyone. Jill turned to look at her brother as she realized that he was trying to avert a crisis between the two strong men. "She's my sister, you know. I haven't fucked her near as much as Tom, but I guarantee she's got a mighty sweet pussy. And mouth, too ... your problem's gonna be to decide how you want her. But you're gonna like Kathy, too. She's only fifteen but she's already got a educated pussy. Come here, Kathy. Pull your skirt up and show Mr. Rollo that little cunt of yours." Jack grinned at the man as he beckoned nervously to the equally nervous girl. "She sucks real good too, Mr. Rollo. I think she really likes to swallow come. But you can decide for yourself. There-how do you like that? That's what they mean by fresh young pussy...."
Jill drew in a deep breath as her brother fumbled with the young girl's mini-skirt after she moved, without apparent reluctance, to his side. "Okay, honey, I'll hold your skirt up for you. Now you slip your panties down and then spread your legs a little so Mr. Rollo can see your cunt. That's it-good. Now spread your legs a little more and hunch your ass forward. There. Now-take your fingers and spread the lips a little so he can see inside. Damn, Kathy-your cunt's already wet. I bet you're ready to take a prick up it, aren't you? Now-spread the lips a little more . .
Jill exhaled slowly and began to breathe almost normally again as she felt the muscles in her husband's arm relax slightly. She knew that a clash had been averted only narrowly. For once her damn brother had been genuinely useful. But doubt closed again as she thought of the long evening ahead....
But the course of the evening was surprising. After a brief inspection of Kathy's vagina, their host turned the trend of conversation and attention away from sex. Jill knew that the diversion was temporary, but she welcomed the respite it provided and the opportunity it allowed for the consumption of alcohol. She sensed that any possibility for an evening without conflict hinged largely on a sufficient state of intoxication by all concerned, particularly her husband. She vaguely realized that Rollo must have come to a similar conclusion.
A half hour passed in almost routine conversation in an atmosphere that would have been almost nonsexual if the two servant girls furnishing the drinks had been more fully clothed. Tina and another young girl who seemed likely to be a twin sister flitted among the seated group with soft breasts and firm buttocks weaving as they served another round of drinks. Jill looked at Tom as one of the girls leaned over in front of him with a tray of fresh drinks and she was startled by the look in his eyes as he stared at the swaying breasts only inches from his face. Jill's surprise came not from her husband's interest in the girl's lush breasts but from the somewhat dazed expression that his slightly blank eyes reflected. Damn, that was unlike Tom ... they hadn't really had that much to drink. He looked almost like ... like she'd felt that first day when her brother had come to the house ... Damn! In a flash of intuition, Jill turned to look at the small but well stocked bar at the side of the room. Jack had mixed most of the drinks ... her previous feeling that he had somehow managed to drug her drink that first afternoon was now confirmed, at least by her intuition. Jack must have quite a stock of drugs suitable for his perverted purposes. And yet, under the present circumstances his efforts might be a good thing-at least the probability of a serious clash between Tom and the other men should be reduced if Jack's efforts to blunt her husband's reactions were successful. And it looked like that might well be the case-Tom's somewhat blank expression seemed totally devoid of the smoldering hatred that had been so evident earlier. And of course the servant girl's nude, swaying breasts also helped divert his attention to more peaceful subjects ... But, God-what a hell of a situation. Her whole family in a scene which would undoubtedly be the most perverse she had ever known. Regardless of the temporary pacification effect of Jack's drugged drinks, was it possible that her family could ever know even a semblance of normalcy after this terrible night?
These thoughts tumbled through Jill's distraught but resigned mind and made her wonder, once more, exactly what was in store for the odd group in this luxurious apartment. It all depended on their host's, or client's, desires of course ... Jill turned from her preoccupied husband to look again at the man to whose whim they were so entirely subservient.
She was surprised to find Rollo looking at her with a smile that made her feel that he had read her thoughts. "Well, Mrs. Evans, I imagine you're wondering what we have on the program for tonight." He paused as the other people in the room turned toward him, sensing that the real business of the evening was about to begin.
Rollo smiled thinly as he looked at the faces which were, except for Tom Evans', intent on his next words. "The fact is I haven't had any particular program in mind. I usually just wait to see what the people involved are like and then fit the action to the situation." He paused again and his smile increased slightly without suggesting any additional humor. "I might tell you that I'm probably basically a voyeur. Of course I take part in the action with my guests, but with a group like this I get a large part of my pleasure from watching various things happen between my guests. This is especially true when members of the same family are involved." Rollo chuckled mirthlessly. "I suppose a psychiatrist would have a field day with that particular characteristic, but I have little use for those phonies. I think sex within a family is a fine, or at least an interesting, thing." His eyes swung suddenly to Jill. "Do you agree with that, Mrs. Evans? Tell me exactly how you do feel about incest. How does it feel to have your son fuck you?"
The sudden transition back to the primary business of the evening caught Jill partly off guard, and she felt her face flush as the other members of the group turned to her.
"Why, I ... you see, none of us intended for anything like that to happen ... I mean, this whole thing got out of control before...."
"Oh, God. Spare me the excuses, please. Answer my question. How does it feel when your son fucks you?"
Jill looked at the man intently then turned her head to look at her husband and son. She was surprised at the directness of her answer, given as her eyes rested on Bob's intent face. "It feels good. Bob is good in bed, and when it started I needed him desperately. I admit it was good."
Rollo seemed surprised by her answer. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you enjoy your son's prick in your cunt, Mrs. Evans. Tell us a little about it. The details, I mean. Is his prick as big as your husband's? How would you compare them?"
Jill was again surprised by her unhesitating entry into the intimate and lewd conversation. "I don't know exactly how to compare them. Bob's is not quite as big as his father's, I guess. But it satisfied me when I needed it-when I had to have it. I did, I really did-have to have it, I mean. That first time-I would have gone crazy if I hadn't had Bob to talk to and ... confide in. That's why I drove to school to see him...."
Jill's voice trailed off and she was suddenly close to tears. She finished her little speech looking into the eyes of her husband as she instinctively sought to explain again to him-and perhaps to herself. But the glazed look in Tom's eyes told her that explanation was useless. And not only because of his present condition-the reasons she gave were excuses, not adequate justifications, and the remnants of her own conscience recognized it.
But such reflections were short lived; their host was obviously determined to move the conversation back to more purely sexual areas. "Be that as it may, Mrs. Evans. I can understand your point of view, in a way. I understand that your husband's attention to Kathy here started the whole thing. Perhaps I should say her attention to him-particularly to his prick, I believe. I think Kathy sucked your husband's prick. Is that correct?"
Jill nodded dully without answering.
"Come now, Mrs. Evans. When I ask a question I expect an answer. Tell me about it-about Kathy's attention to your husband."
The woman saw that there would be no escape from the lewd conversational demands of their host.
As she had already done so often, she rationalized the situation with the thought that the best course was to comply with his wishes and somehow get through the encounter with the least possible friction. It would in no way help to resist or antagonize this man....
"Alright, I'll tell you. Although there's not much to tell. Kathy ... well, Kathy did suck my husband. I don't know what else to say. She sucked his prick. I would say he seemed to enjoy it." Jill's face clouded slightly as she once more looked at her husband, who stared back with a blank look that indicated less than full comprehension.
Their host seemed mildly amused. "I can believe that, Mrs. Evans. Kathy is a cute little thing, and I've been assured that her talent matches her young charm." He turned to the girl who had been silent and largely unnoticed in the developing conversation. "What do you have to say about it, Kathy? Do you enjoy sucking Mrs. Evans' husband's prick? I assume it wasn't your first one. What about it, Kathy?"
The girl's previous nervousness seemed to evaporate as the group's attention focused on her. A certain amount of natural female conceit showed in her answer. "Well, yes, I did enjoy it. Mr. Evans has a ... a nice prick.. It feels good in my mouth, and so does his come. I like the taste of his come." Kathy was looking at Jill now as she felt a surge of competitive instinct. "I haven't tasted very much come, but I like Tom's the best. I hated to swallow it-I just wanted to keep it in my mouth and taste it. But he shot so much that I had to swallow it as he pumped it out in my mouth. Golly, I don't see how a man can shoot that much come. It seemed about like a quart, but it sure was good."
Rollo chuckled silently as he saw Jill's face flush in reaction to the taunts of the pretty teenage girl. The first act of the evening was now clear to him.
"Fine, Kathy, I'm glad you appreciate Mr. Evan's talents so much. I think to get things started we'll have a little replay of the scene that seems to have begun this whole affair. But well make an improvement or two this time...." The man paused to savor the expressions on the faces of the group. The faces reflected a combination of anxiety, interest, revulsion, and, perhaps not least of all, anticipation.
Rollo continued as he seemed to warm to his subject. "Yes, I think that's how well start. Kathy, you're going to get to suck Mr. Evans' prick again, and this time it should be even better, because I'm going to ask Mrs. Evans to help you. How does that sound?"
The young girl listened with bright, obviously fascinated eyes. But she did not quite understand her host's meaning. "How do you mean, Mrs. Evans will help me? Oh, the idea of sucking Tom again sounds wonderful, but I don't need any help ..
Rollo chuckled. "Sure you do, Kathy. You'll enjoy it more with his wife's assistance. Well let Jill do all the work-you know what I mean, the hand work. Sucking a prick usually involves about as much hand work for the girl as a straight jackoff. I mean you usually jack the prick with your hand while you're sucking it, don't you? Considering how big Mr. Evans' prick is relative to your little mouth, I doubt that you can get much more than the head of it in. Am I right?"
The lewd conversation seemed to fascinate the pretty young girl. She smiled as she nodded.
"I guess you are right. Come to think of it, I did do a lot of pumping with my hand while I sucked him. I just couldn't get very much of it in my mouth...." Kathy paused as the full impact of the man's words struck her. "You mean ... Mrs. Evans is going to do the jacking this time-she's going to jack off her husband into my mouth while I suck him? Hey, that's really heavy. That sounds like a beautiful scene."
But the other potential participant in the erotic little scene envisioned by their host did not share the young girl's enthusiam. Jill had listened with growing apprehension to the perverted demands that were to be made of her.
"You don't seem to be as fascinated by the prospects as Kathy is, Mrs. Evans. Surely, as a good wife, you want your husband to get the maximum benefit out of what I have in mind. It seems to me that if you can help him enjoy Kathy's pretty little mouth you'd be anxious to help. The idea of helping to pump his come into Kathy's throat is an attractive one, isn't it?"
Jill felt the beginning of a dull hatred for the smiling, perverted man in whose power they all were. He was being psychologically sadistic now, in a way that compounded the degradation that she felt. But there was still no choice for her, no alternative to complete cooperation. The distraught wife felt a fresh flush of shame as she made herself reply to the insulting question.
"I ... m do whatever you want to see, Mr. Rollo."
The man did not seem pleased by Jill's attitude. "I know that, Mrs. Evans; that's really not the point at all. What I asked is whether you will enjoy the extra pleasure you can give your husband by helping Kathy suck him off. I think...."
"Damn it, you don't have to talk like that to my mother. We're all gonna do what you want-we don't have any choice. But you don't have to rub it in like that. I'll only take so much...."
The group turned in surprise at Bob's outburst. Jill reacted first; she felt a stab of fresh affection for her son, but she knew he would only make things worse. "Bob-honey, it's alright. I don't mind what Mr. Rollo has asked. Don't worry about...."
"Excellent advice, Mrs. Evans. We can do nicely without any help from your son, at least for the moment." Rollo paused and looked coldly at the boy. "Bob, there are times to shoot your mouth and there are times to keep it closed. This is one of the latter, as far as you're concerned. But your concern for your mother is touching. So much so that I think I'd like to see you touch her physically, to complement your mental concern. Go to you mother, Bob. We'll let you get things started."
The sudden demand took both Bob and his pretty mother by surprise. The boy frowned momentarily in a new surge of resentment, but once again the cool level headedness of his mother prevailed.
"Bob, darling, do what Mr. Rollo asks. Come to me, honey-it's all right...."
Somewhat sheepishly as he realized that he was being treated like a backward child, the boy rose and moved to the couch on which his mother sat with her legs crossed and her brief mini-skirt high on her lush thighs. Bob's eyes were drawn once more to those beautiful legs, between which he had found such exquisite pleasure, and the equally appealing breasts above them. Damn ... maybe the man's order to touch his mother was a pretty good idea, at that. If only they were at home, alone....
The man seemed to read the boy's mind. "What is it, Bob? You don't seem to be objecting anymore. Well, I can't blame you. The prospect of touching that beautiful body of your mother's would appeal to any man. Give her a hand so that she can stand in front of you ... Good."
The boy automatically extended a hand to the beautiful woman before him as the rest of the group watched the little tableau in rapt attention. The apparent innocence and the implied perversion of the scene fascinated all of the spectators as Jill gracefully stood up before her son. The pair faced each other in front of the couch as Bob continued to hold her soft hand.
The man watched the pair for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes. "Alright, it's time to begin. Bob, I want you to start by feeling your mother's breasts. I know you must like to play with her boobs; they look about as nice as any I've seen. Of course I haven't really seen them yet; maybe you'll help me out in this regard. Now-put your hands on her tits and tell us all how they feel. Then in a minute. I'll let you undress her so we can see themand her cunt, too. I'm sure it's as lovely as her breasts. Alright, boy-I'm waiting, and you'll find I don't like to be kept waiting. I told you to feel you mother's tits."
Bob seemed almost unaware of the man's directions, but he nevertheless raised both hands and, after a moment's hesitation, placed them lightly on the thrusting contours of his mother's proud bosom. The contact immediately shook him, even though two thicknesses of material separated his eager hands from the soft but firm feminine flesh that aroused him so much.
"God, Mom ... you're so damn beautiful-and sexy. Damn, I love you...."
The boy's soft but fervent words were heard by all of the people in the group, and each recognized the sincerity in them. Even the father and husband of the two participants recognized the perverted beauty of the scene through the drug induced filter across his mind....
But suddenly the creator of the scene seemed to want more action. There was a new note of arousal in his voice as he resumed his instructions to the couple in front of the couch. "Very nice, Bob, but we need to get started. Go ahead and undress her. You can feel her some more then. Tell us what you're thinking as you do it. Describe you mother's body for us as you undress her. What part of it do you like best?"
Surprisingly, the boy responded without hesitation as he moved his hands from the mounds of Jill's breasts and somewhat awkwardly began to fumble with a zipper at the back of the thin sweater blouse that she wore. "Well, I like all of Mom. God, her tits are the greatest-but so are her legs and her ... cunt." Bob's voice trailed off slightly and the man recognized the inhibitions that still affected the boy.
But Bob's hands did not hesitate; they seemed eager to bare the lush flesh of his lovely mother. He made short work of the disrobing chore and in a few moments Jill stepped with her usual grace from a small pile of discarded clothes. The group had been silent; even Rollo was temporarily quiet as he watched the son undress his beautiful mother. But the silence was quickly broken as Bob once more took Jill's hand and looked earnestly into her eyes....
"Okay, boy-let's get with it. You're standing there holding her hand like she was your valentine instead of the woman you like to mother-fuck. Bring her over here-you've seen all she got already, but I haven't Maybe you ought to show me her body and explain it to me. Right here-bring her right here in front of me. Come on, damn it..
Bob did not reply or look at the man as he complied with, the instructions. Still holding his mother's hand, he let her to a position immediately in front of Rollo as he sat on the edge of a couch.
The man had to be impressed by the lush femininity before him. "Well, Mrs. Evans, you are some kind of female. Damn if I can see how a prick like Jack could have a sister like you." He paused as his eyes roved up and down Jill's fleshy curves. "Those tits are about ... what, 38C? At least that, isn't it? You tell me, Bobby boy. I bet you know what size your mom's tits are, don't you?"
The question did not seem to bother the boy, who appeared to be increasingly in control of himself after his earlier nervousness. "You bet I know, Mr. Rollo. You're right, they're 38Cs. Mom's tits really pack a C cup. I think she could really use a D...."
The man had to chuckle. "Well, you seem to be an attentive son, alright. Tell you what-I need to get a better look at your mother's cunt You can't miss her boobs, but her cunt is a little hard to see in all that pretty hair she has down there. Suppose you have her spread her legs a little, then you separate the lips of her pussy for me so I can really see all the sights." The man laughed coarsely. "You ought to really know her cunt inside and out-you re the only one here that's been both places, other than just with your prick. I guess Tom and Jack know her pussy pretty well in that respect, but you're the only one that's really been there. Right boy?"
The question did not dent Bob's newfound coolness. "Right, Mr. Rollo. No matter what you do, you'll never know mom's cunt like I do." He smiled at Jill, who was looking at her son in mild surprise. "Okay, Mom, we'll humor the gentleman. You heard what he wants. Spread your legs a little, and I'll open the lips for him. I don't blame him for wanting to see your cunt. It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Come on, Mom-spread those pretty legs a little."
"Bob...."
Jill started to say something to her son, then thought better of it. Perhaps he was handling the situation in the best possible way; after all, she had decided long ago that they had no choice other than complete cooperation.
The beautiful woman looked from her son to the face of the man seated before her as she slowly complied with his wishes. She moved her long and exquisitely tapered legs apart as she felt the intensity of his gaze between them. Then she felt something much more positive, and in spite of herself Jill felt a flush as she knew the touch of her son's fingers in her most intimate area.
Bob dropped to his knees beside his mother as the fingers of one of his hands roved in the soft hair of her crotch and found the tender lips of her vagina. The warm, feminine flesh was already moist and the boy sensed that, for all the degradation involved, the situation was affecting his sensuous mother in the same way that it was him. And Bob was affected; he felt his penis strain against his clothes as he continued to fondle Jill's pouting vagina.
The whole group watched intently; their feelings and reactions to the situation were varied, but each person in the room was a sensuous, arousable human, and each was enthralled by the erotic scene taking place at their host's direction.
And their host was not silent for long. His words showed both his own arousal and his basically perverted nature. "Very nice, Bob. I can see you like to pet your mother's cunt. Can't blame you; it's choice pussy alright. But I still haven't seen it very well-have her spread her legs a little more, then take both hands and separate the lips for me. Tell you what-get on your knees in front of her, but keep your head low so I can see over it...."
The boy moved quickly and willingly into the position called for. He kept slightly to one side to stay out of Rollo's line of vision as he paused briefly to stare up into the exquisitely feminine flesh in front of him.
"Damn, Mom ... You're just so God damn beautiful ... spread your legs just a little more."
The nude but no longer embarrassed woman sighed gently and put one hand on Bob's shoulder for support as she followed his instructions. Her own arousal from the touch of her son's fingers on the sensitive lips of her vagina began to overshadow all the more rational feelings of shame and remorse. Sex was the name of the game now, and while it had been forced on all of them the response of her body to the erotic tableau was none the less acute because of it. Maybe it was even greater because of it....
In a chair a few feet from the scene in front of the couch Tom Evans shook his head slowly as he tried to clear a foggy mind. He could not help reacting physically to the situation; as sick as it might be the sight of his son fondling his wife's vagina before the eyes of a strange man was one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. If only he could clear his damn head and figure out how to handle the situation. There had to be some way out of this unholy mess ... but, God-what a scene! Tom felt his penis grow rock-hard in spite of himself....
And standing near the other end of the couch the other two people involved were also enticed by the lewd scene. Kathy stared intently as she felt the familiar wetness in her own vagina-damn, she should have already taken her panties off. They'd be soaked from the feminine juices of her pussy, but, hell-it wouldn't be the first time ... And then the mesmerized girl realized that there was an even more direct cause of her vaginal fluidity, one that felt exactly like a finger....
"Jack! Oh, God ... don't do that. Not yet, anyway. Please-you'll rip my panties. Wait till I get undressed."
"Wait, hell." Jack's voice was low as his mouth moved close to Kathy's ear while one hand continued to probe under her skirt and panties to find the soft, wet lips of her young vagina. Damn, the little bitch was hot and ready, but then so was he, for that matter....
"Alright, that's good Bob." Rollo's voice captured everyone's attention again. "I can see your mother's cunt pretty good, now. Can't quite see her clit,-though. Think you can find it for me? You know what it is, don't you? And where it is? It's right up at the top of her lips."
The boy seemed increasingly cool and confident. "Sure, I know. It's right here...." The fingers of his right hand slipped between the lips of Jill's vagina at the very top of the lovely slit and held them away from the little pink bud that was her clitoris.
"See there, Mr. Rollo? That's Mom's clit. She likes to have it played with. I guess you can almost jack it off like the girl does a boy's prick. Let's see if I can...."
Bob's fingers began to carry out his erotic plan and quickly brought an involuntary moan of pleasure from his nude mother as she stood on spread legs and submitted willingly to the caresses of her son.
But the scene was to be a short one; it was ended by a sudden demand from the man seated just inches in front of the incestously involved mother and son. "Okay, that's it. That's enough of that. Have to admit it gets a man a little worked up." Rollo paused as Bob reluctantly withdrew his wet fingers from Jill's vagina and looked over his shoulder at the man as he remained on his knees in front of his pretty mother. Damn, just when he was enjoying petting her....
"Alright, we got a little sidetracked. The original plan was for Mrs. Evans to help Kathy suck off her husband. Let's get on with that." The man paused as his attention shifted to the other people in the room and he grinned as he saw Jack quickly pull his hand from beneath Kathy's short skirt. "Well, I see you got a little feel too, Jack. Don't blame you. Watching Mrs. Evans and her son puts a man in the mood for pussy. Kathy, baby-you ready to suck Mr. Evans' prick now?"
The pretty girl smiled. "I sure am. I've been ready ever since you mentioned it." She paused and looked at the man seated across the couch from her. "Tom, darling-are you ready for me to suck you? I want to-I want you to shoot in my mouth like you did before. And this time it'll be even better because Mrs. Evans is going to help."
Bob swallowed at Kathy's provocative words. Damn-the bitch was liable to screw things up yet. She seemed to take special pains to taunt his mother....
But Jill's hand on his shoulder told the boy that she was now in control of herself. He glanced up quickly into her nervous but smiling face and then looked over at the chair at the end of the couch in which his father sat.
Tom's face seemed to mask his feelings. He turned to look at Kathy with eyes that still showed signs of the drugged drink that Jack had served, but the elder Evans now seemed to be fairly conscious of the overall situation, and in control of himself. Jill breathed a sigh of relief at the mildness of his reply to the young girl's question.
I'm ready, Kathy. Take your clothes off so we can do this right. Jill's already got hers off." Tom stood up on apparently steady legs as he spoke and began to strip his own clothing from his body.
Damn, Jill thought, he's not as woozy as I thought And he's looking forward to it now. He wants that little bitch to suck his prick ... Then her senses of perspective returned as she realized that she had enjoyed Bob's touch on her aroused vagina. With a silent sigh she turned and moved slowly toward her now naked husband. Her eyes automatically dropped to his loins and she was not surprised by the condition of his slowly waving penis.
Tt's pretty, isn't it Mrs. Evans? If you can call a prick pretty, that is...." Kathy's merry voice made Jill wince until she realized that she was playing into the girl's hands.
Jill turned to the younger female with a somewhat forced smile. "It's pretty, all right. I've known that for a long time, and I'll know it for a long time to come. If you...."
Jill was surprised by the girl's interruption. In a tone that seemed inconsistent with her previous attitude, Kathy spoke softly as she looked up into Jill's angry eyes. "I know that Mrs. Evans. You're lucky to have him for your own. I ... well, I guess I've just been lucky to share him with you a little. But there's never been any question about whose man he is."
The girl's apparent sincerity surprised Jill. She found herself unable to make an appropriate reply as Rollo's impatient voice cut in. "Very touching, but I'm not interested in your neighborhood problems. Right now I want more action and less talk. Seems like we've already talked enough for a week. Well, at least everybody's finally dressed properly...."
It was clear that the man's idea of proper dress for the occasion was complete nudity, and all three participants had now reached that state. The two women moved slowly toward Tom as he approached one end of the couch. Jill looked back questioningly at Rollo as he stood up and moved slightly away from the couch.
His words came quickly and a faint smile flickered across Jill's lips as she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers. "Okay, right there should do it. Tom, suppose you sit down on the edge of the couch and open your legs so Kathy can kneel between them. Jill, you kneel at his side so you can jack his prick while Kathy sucks on it." Rollo paused and looked around the room as the trio took their places before him. "Where the hell did those girls go-Tina, damn it, where-oh, didn't see you there. Come over here. Want you to play with my prick a little while I watch this. Just a little, though. I don't want to come yet."
Bob looked around in surprise as the two almost nude servant girls seemed to emerge from nowhere. He had completely forgotten them during his own little scene with his mother. He stared curiously at the smiling but quiet young girls as they approached their master with their pretty brown breasts jiggling. They took up positions on either side of the fully clothed man and giggled girlishly as each put a small hand on the increasingly large bulge in his trousers.
"Okay, okay. Get my prick out, don't just rub it But take it easy-don't want any accidents." Rollo paused and looked down briefly as one tiny hand slipped into his trousers and emerged with an erect male organ of respectable proportions. A second hand from the other girl joined the first on the penis as the man turned his attention back to the people on the couch.
Tom was now sitting on the edge of one of the soft cushions while the two beautiful females knelt before him. Between his legs, Kathy stared as though hypnotized at the erect penis in front of her. At Tom's left thigh, Jill too looked at the organ which was so familiar to her and yet seemed almost strange under these unreal circumstances. But the penis was real, and she reacted in the old, familiar way to the erotic sight only inches in front of her flushed face. She felt the wetness in her vagina that had been started by her son's fingers and was now being increased by the sight of her husband's maleness. Damn, she suddenly wished Rollo had told her to suck that luscious looking thing....
But such was not to be her privilege. Jill heard Rollo sigh and turned to focus her lustful attention briefly on another erotic sight-that of the two lovely brown girls as they laughingly toyed with their master's penis. The grin that Rollo gave Jill seemed almost friendly until his words erased the impression. "Okay, Jill, never mind me-pay attention to your husband and Kathy. Kathy, you ready to suck prick?"
"God, yes...."
The soft intensity of Kathy's words showed her arousal. Without waiting for further instructions she bent forward and brought her pretty young lips to the head of Tom's blood-gorged penis. But Rollo's command stopped the progress toward her goal before her mouth actually made contact. "Kathy, damn it, hold up-wait for Mrs., Evan's help. If Tom feels like I do, he may come about as soon as you get your mouth on him." He turned his eyes slightly to glance at the other nude female on her knees beside her husband's legs. "Go on Jill, you must know how to jack your husband of. But keep your hand low on his prick to give Kathy's mouth as much room as possible. Go on, pump him-make him come in Kathy's mouth...."
And Jill was now more than willing to do exactly that. Her lust saturated mind no longer considered the perversions involved; she wanted only to cause, and see, a male orgasm. She knew that she would very likely achieve one of her own as she helped pump her husband's semen into Kathy's mouth.
And then suddenly the scene was complete. Controlled by pure instinct, Jill and Kathy brought hand and lips into play on Tom's hard penis in a kind of automatic coordination.
"Oh, God ... God...." Tom Evans closed his eyes and threw his head back as the full effect of the two beautiful females on his already aroused libido registered on his body and senses.
"GOD, I'M COMIN'! CANT WAIT-TAKE IT! SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT! HERE IT COMES ..
But Jill had been wrong; she did not climax with her husband. For some reason the feel of his penis as sperm surged through it and into the sucking mouth of the young girl, whose lips she could feel at times on her fingers, turned Jdl off. Damn it, it should be her mouth on Tom's spurting prick....
"Okay, you lie right here, Bob. That's right, on your back in front of the couch." Rollo paused as the boy slowly took the position indicated by the man.
Jill shivered with remorse. The past two hours had been a nightmare of degraded and perverted sex. Some of it had been physically enjoyable; she had reached several orgasms. But they had been rather mild ones as the full hopelessness of the situation became crystal clear to everyone. They had all followed their host's increasingly lewd instructions without question, even Tom ... Jill turned to look at her husband, whose acceptance of the situation had been surprising to her. Suddenly a chill swept over her as she noticed a new, brooding look of hatred on Tom's face. Maybe the effects of the alcohol and the drug it had probably contained had worn off. Well, Rollo's latest scheme was enough to sober anybody....
"Well, Jill, can I somehow get your attention?" The man's voice now had a harsh sound as Jill hurriedly turned her mind back to him. "You're the star of this little scene, so I'd think you would show some interest. After all, not many women get an opportunity to be fucked by their husband, son, and brother at the same time." Rollo looked down at Bob, who was now on his back on the thick carpet in front of the couch. "Alright, Bob. Your prick looks like it's ready for that pretty cunt of your mother's. Now that I've fucked it too, I can see why."
He beckoned to Jill. "Alright, Mrs. Evans, you get to sample your son's prick again. Straddle him and ease your cunt down on it, if you will. That's it-stand over his hips. Now lower your ass down to your son. I can tell he's impatient, and I don't blame him...."
Tom Evans stood to one side with clenched fists as he watched his wife lower her lush body to yet another incestuous act with their son. And once she had his prick up her cunt, he had to kneel behind her and fuck her ass with his own damn prick. After he and Bob had their cocks properly placed, her God damn brother would stand in front of her while she sucked his dick ... All for the amusement of the perverted bastard sitting on the couch with Kathy at his side, pumping slowly on his partially erect cock ... And yet there seemed to be no damn way out, no way to beat the hand that Jack held over them. At least while the son-of-a-bitch is alive....
"Okay Tom, I think your wife is ready for you." The eternal instructions from the man on the couch brought Tom's mind back to the immediate job at hand. Unconsciously he moved a hand down to his penis, which was hard and erect again. He'd wished, for the first time in his life, not to respond, so that he could stay out of the perverted tableau that seemed the ultimate degradation, but even this respite was to be denied him. Well hell-it toas a sexy situation....
Tom sighed quietly as he moved slowly to a position at the feet of his prone son and behind his wife's lush buttocks as she knelt above the boy with his penis in her vagina. Tom smiled grimly as he saw the small, involuntary movements of Jill's hips as she savored the sensations of her son's penetration. Well, damn it-he'd give her another penetration in a minute. The reluctant man felt a brief flicker of disgust for himself as he realized that, at least physically, he was also aroused by the perverted act being forced on his family.
"Tom, honey-wet it a little. Don't put it in my asshole dry. Rub some cunt juice in my ass first ... please."
Jill's soft voice as she looked back over her white shoulder made Tom concentrate on the details of the act he was about to perform. Damn, he should've known better than to try to put his prick in her without some kind of lubrication. On his knees now, he reached beneath the cheeks of Jill's moving buttocks as he searched for the wetness of her vagina. The wetness was not hard to find; the whole area of her vagina and inner thighs glistened with the fluids of her arousal.
"Hold still for a second, honey. I can't even get a finger in your ass like this." Tom waited for most of the motion to subside, then found the little pink aperature that was his wife's anus and gently pushed one finger in. Damn, it'd been a long time since he'd done this ... and now he had to do it as a performer before an audience. But it would feel good to fuck Jill's tight but soft asshole again....
"Please ... please, honey, put it in. Fuck me-bugger me. Oh God-I've never had two pricks in me at the same time . .
His wife's words, an almost unintelligible moan, restored Tom's perspective. No, by God, she hadn't had two pricks at once before, and she shouldn't have now, either....
And then Rollo's unwelcome voice reminded the husband as his penis penetrated his wife's rectum that yet another male organ was to be involved. "Alright, Jack, I think Jill's about ready for your cock, too. After all, you belong to the family too, and we don't want to leave anybody out. Come stand in front of Jill so she can get to your prick. You'd better stand above Bob's chest That'll give him a pretty scene to watch while he fucks up into her cunt Mrs.
Evans ought to get all the cock she wants, this time. Hurry up, I think she wants to suck it...."
The man was almost right; Jill's numb and sex saturated brain had surrendered to pure sensual arousal despite the sex that the pretty woman had already experienced during this perverted evening. No woman could be insensitive to the two male organs already plunging erotically into her vagina and rectum.
Jack hesitated as he stepped into place over Bob as the boy lay on his back under his mother's within body. Jack's penis was hard and he wanted the oral satisfaction that his sister was about to provide, but some of his lust was replaced by fear as he looked over Jill's weaving head to the expression on Tom's face as he knelt behind her. But then the soft hand on his organ made his attention again center on his body.
"Jack ... damn you, I hate you but I want to suck you. Oh God, I'm coming again. I never felt like this. Come closer, damn it, I want to suck it."
Jill's words tumbled out almost unconsciously as she pulled her brother's loins toward her open mouth by the convenient handle that his penis provided. Husband and son were now beginning a joint motion that filled her whole body with the most purely sexual sensation that she had ever known. She could feel each penis against the other as they pressed on the thin membranes that separated her vagina from her rectum.
And then her mouth was full, too. Jack put his hands on his sister's cheeks as he hunched his hips forward and drove his erection into her open and eager mouth. He closed his eyes as Jill's warm lips closed around his organ.
"God! Go on, sis-suck it Nobody can suck prick like you. I'd like to keep it in that hot mouth of yours from now on. Go on, you bitch-suck me. Suck me and take my come. I'll fill you up full...."
But Jack's words were also heard by the husband of the woman into whose mouth he pumped. Tom was still hunching his own penis into Jill's tight rectum, but the sight of her brother as he jabbed his hips forward and his organ into her red lips was the final straw for the lust and anger crazed man who was her husband.
"No! No, God damn it! You bastard, get your damn prick out of my wife's mouth. I'll kill you, you son of a bitch. No more of this, God damn it...."
Tom's words were not loud but their intensity was unmistakable as his tolerance finally ended. Regardless of consequences, he'd end this crap once and for all....
"You bastard...."
The furious husband pulled his penis from his wife's rectum as he leapt to his feet and at the surprised man whose own penis was fully plunged into Jill's grasping mouth. Jack instinctively drew back and pulled his organ from that mouth, but his withdrawal was not an easy one. Jill's white teeth raked long red streaks on the hard organ as it was jerked from her.
Bob, too, was caught by surprise by his father's move, but he reacted instinctively to help him. The boy rolled to his side and pushed his mother almost roughly off his body. "Get him, Dad. Kill the son-ofa-bitch!"
And for a time Jack was in danger of exactly that fate as Tom lunged into his brother-in-law and sent them both crashing to the floor. The enraged husband's hands went to Jack's throat as the terrified man tried to make words come out of a mouth from which only blood escaped....