Chapter 6
Lil stretched luxuriously. While her back was arched, her legs tensed and her feet pointed like a ballet dancer. She ran her hands over her breasts, her flat stomach, hips and thighs. She liked the contact of her hands with the smooth perfection of her own skin. She relaxed, smiling, pleased with the fact that she felt a euphoric rapport with life and with herself. During the preceding three hours, her body had known nearly every sensation of which it was capable and now it was like a violin so exquisitely tuned it could almost make music by itself without the aid of a bow. She regreted that she was not a cat. Only purring could have adequately expressed her feeling of profound well being.
Hootch Donovan lay beside her on the bed, his reclining position accentuating the grossness of his fat body. He had kept his promise to give her a fucking she would remember for awhile. She doubted if she would ever forget it. She moved one arm so that her hand lay lightly on his flaccid prick and her fingers idly began to play with the foreskin.
"Christ's sake!" he said to her, "don't you ever get enough?"
She laughed. "No. Oh, I'm not really ready right now, but I just like to play with it. Do you know the Barstow twins?"
"The redheads? Yeah. Couple of cute chicks. I hear they fuck the boys in school."
"Sure they do, but they'll do it with older guys too, if they get the chance and if the price is right."
"You mean those kids are selling it?"
"They've just started, but they're being very careful. I could arrange it for you, if you want one of them, or both for that matter. Interested?"
He reared his bulk up on one elbow and regarded her intently, his green eyes shrewd. "Why the hell would you do that? What you getting out of it?"
"A cut. Naturally. I'm sort of their manager. They don't put out to anybody unless I say so."
"You whoring too? You think I'm going to pay you for tonight?"
"I wouldn't charge you, honey. You're so good I feel more like paying you. But, if you want a little variety, I can fix you up with one of my girls and, of course, you have to pay for that. The kids are entitled to their share. Of course, I'll give you a discount. I've got to keep you happy so you'll want me often too. I couldn't live without this." She gave his prick an affectionate pat. She watched him closely and with secret amusement to see the effect of her flattery on him. Sucker! she thought. He goes for it like a kid goes for candy.
"I didn't know you was in the business," he told her. "You're a sharp kid. I ain't use to paying for it. Hell, I get it rubbed all over me every day, but the real young stuff ain't laying around all over the place. Mostly it's too damned dangerous to fool with. You're sure these Barstow kids are okay?"
"You've got my guarantee of that. I've got something on them and they don't dare cross me. A real man like you could take care of both of them at once. They get a hundred bucks apiece for spending the night, but you can have them for fifty. I've got another ready to work, but she's a virgin and she's pnly twelve. The first man with her is going to have to cough up five-hundred. I can't let her go for less, and I wouldn't ask you for that much money, so that's why I mentioned the twins."
He nodded, his eyes narrowing as he considered her proposition, but she felt his prick begin to stiffen under her fingers, and she knew he was thinking about the Barstow sisters, visualizing their naked, young bodies on this same bed. She helped him out a little by tightening her grip on his prick and massaging it more briskly.
"Okay," he said at last. "You set it up for tomorrow night and I'll take 'em both, but you know I don't let no kind of rackets go on in this town that I don't have control of. You're gonna need protection, you know."
"Why do you think I told you about it?" she countered. "I'm hep that I can't operate without you. Let me get this thing on a paying basis and then we'll talk about your cut."
He chuckled. "I think I'm gonna like doing business with you. Goddamnit, I thought I was crapped out for the night and now you got me ready again. You gonna cut the price on that twelve-year-old after you've sold her cherry?"
"Sure. I'll see that you get her when she's only second-hand. She's got the whitest skin, and little boobies no bigger than golf balls. Still got baby fat on her and she's as cuddly as a puppy." She felt his prick throb in her hand as he listened to this description of Sissy Prine.
"I'm ready," he said. "How do you want it?"
"Any way that suits you, but I like jacking-off while you fuck me in the mouth."
"Yeah, that's okay."
The only way in which he disappointed her was in his disinclination to tongue her clitoris. Like Rundy, he apparently considered this erotic act to be somehow nasty and unmanly.
She slid down on the bed, curling herself into a comfortable position as she took his cock in her mouth and put her hand in her crotch. She was going to double-cross him. Even as she was sucking his cock, she was planning how to get Mark into the house to take pictures of Donovan with the two Barstow girls. Then she would have him entirely in her power and there would be no more question of a cut for him out of her profits. Quite the contrary. She needed the King Street house as a base of operations and she would get it. She also needed his protection, and she would also get that, but at no cost to her. She knew that Donovan could be an enemy of no mean order, a deadly dangerous man, not only capable of murder, but possessed of the brains and the organizational facilities to get away with it. None of these considerations deterred her in the least. They only added a spicy thrill to the adventure. What did bother her was the thought that she might make him so angry that she would lose him as a lover. She adored his fat, ugly body and there was something in his coarse brutality and basic sadism that excited her, fulfilled a nameless need germane to the twisted, evil thing she had become.
With his big cock in her mouth, its red, pointed head slipping rhythmically in and out through the surrounding foreskin to glide back and forth on her tongue, her fingers deftly working her clitoris, she experienced one delightful orgasm after another, happy in the knowledge that she had already so worn him down and exhausted him that it would take him a long time to reach another climax, thus prolonging the pleasure of sucking him and of masturbating. When he did come, she knew it would be the last effort he would be capable of for the night. But, after they'd had a few hours sleep ... Maybe in the morning....
The sun was high in the summer sky when Lil walked the few blocks from the King Street house to her home. She had planned her arrival to coincide with the hour at which her parents would be finishing their breakfast. They were just getting up from the table when she came in through the back door.
"Ummm. Bacon and eggs. You can fix me some too." She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, crossing her legs and deliberately hitching her skirt up to her hips to expose her bare, gleaming thighs. It amused her to see that her mother and father looked pale and nervous, avoiding her eyes and obviously wanting to flee from the room, yet not daring.
Delia Nordstrom gulped, her mouth twitching as though it had developed a tic. "Where have you been?" she asked Lil. She was making a great effort to sound stern, but only succeeding in giving away the fact that she was a badly frightened woman.
"Having a ball, Mommy dear," Lil replied lightly, her blue eyes innocent. "I'm really quite peeved at you two. You could have told me about sex. Oh, I don't mean that silly stuff about the birds and the bees. I mean about how much fun it is. Now was that nice ... to keep all the good times to yourselves and leave me to find out all the facts of life on my own? Well, I'll forgive you, you dears, providing we cut out the nonsense and understand each other after this. I'm sure you know what I mean." She smiled sweetly at them.
Her father sat at the table, his fists clenched in front of him and a muscle flickering at the side of his jaw. Her mother looked even paler and more stricken than before. "About those pictures, Lil," she said, her voice low and tortured, "there are things about adults I'm sure you don't understand. You see, dear, we...."
Lil interrupted her with a peal of merry laughter. "Stop, Mother," she said, "you're killing me. After seeing the excellent photography of Bob Fletcher, what could there possibly be about adults that I don't now understand? If I needed more information, you certainly provided that the night when I stood in the kitchen of Nils Rundy's trailer and watched him do you dog fashion before you sucked his cock."
Delia flinched and her face reddened.
John Nordstrom raised his head to look at his daughter with eyes that mirrored an internal anguish. "What do you want from us?" he asked hoarsely.
"Nothing much, Daddykins," Lil replied, favoring him with a dimpled smile. "Just equal status around here. No more 'do this, Lilith' or 'don't do that, Lilith.' From now on I go and come as I please, do as I please, wear what I please and no questions or orders. Understood? When I bring men and girls up to my room for a little sex orgy, no more pounding on the door and embarrassing questions in front of my friends. Okay?"
Her parents nodded in unison, apparently relieved at the simplicity of her demands.
"Now," Lil said more firmly, "I think we ought to have a little celebration in honor of my new independence, don't you? I've been getting fucked all night, but I'm not the least bit tired and I'm a long way from being satisfied. If Daddy is going to fuck all the women in town, I don't think it's fair of him to leave me out. Do you, Momma?"
John Nordstrom turned pale again and Delia's eyes went wide with shock.
"You wouldn't!" Delia whispered in horror.
"Lil ... I'm your own father!" her father protested.
Lil laughed. "I don't see how you can be sure ... the way Mother dear splatters her ass around all over the neighborhood. Anyway, I think a bit of incest might be fun. Besides, don't tell me Daddykins hasn't thought of it. I'm not that dumb."
John Nordstrom looked at his wife, his eyes imploring her help in this impossible situation.
Delia shrugged. "I suppose you might as well," she told him, her voice hollow with despair. "If that's what she wants, I don't see how we can get out of it. She's just vicious enough to spread copies of those photos all over town. She's right about one thing too. You do want her. You have since she was twelve."
"Oh, I do love you, Mother!" Lil exclaimed. "And I admire you too. You're so practical. Let's all go in the bedroom. I can hardly wait."
"Why me?" her mother asked. "You don't need my help for what you have in mind."
"Oh, but I do. I want you right there in the bed with us. It will make it more intimate ... more family. And I love an audience when I fuck. I'd like to do it in the middle of Main Street with the whole town watching."
"You're crazy," her mother told her, "and perverted. Well, come on, we might as well get it over with."
"I wouldn't want you to feel left out of things," Lil said to her solicitously. "We can invite Nils in to make it a foursome."
"No!" Delia said sharply. "That's going too damned far. This is shameful enough without bringing strangers into it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mother," Lil replied with mock contrition. "I didn't know you and Daddy had any shame. All right. Let's go. I'm just burning up."
Wordlessly, like a man stunned by a massive dose of drugs, Lil's father rose from the table and walked toward the bedroom, the mother and daughter following. As soon as they had closed the door behind them, Lil slipped out of her dress. She wore no underwear. "Come on," she commanded them, "take your clothes off.
Her father stared at her voluptuously developed body then began to unbutton his shirt. His wife had only to remove the housecoat she was wearing. They got into the bed and under the covers, Lil in the middle. She began immediately to kiss her father and to play with his prick, but he lay there like a wooden man responding to neither her kisses nor her ardent hands.
"What's the matter, Daddykins?" Lil purred. "Aren't you in the mood. I'll bet I know how to snap you out of it." Laughing gaily, she ducked under the sheet and took his soft cock in her mouth, sucking so avidly that it hollowed her cheeks.
"The goddamned, little bitch sucks cocks, too!" her mother muttered. "Where the hell did she learn all this?"
Lil reached over to touch her mother's thigh, feeling the older woman start with surprise at this unexpected contact. But she made no effort to stop her daughter when Lil's fingers slid into her crotch and began stroking her clitoris.
Slowly, her father's prick began to swell and stiffen in her mouth and his hips to squirm. She was aware that his breathing had become heavier, more labored and she was delighted to note that her mother's body was also now twisting and turning in passionate response to the clever fingers.
"Now, Daddy," Lil said, rising from under the covers, her blue eyes shining with lust, "you can fuck me, only do it to me from behind. Either hole. Momma, turn this way so I can suck you. For an old bag, you have a beautiful body. No wonder all the men in town go for you. Ah! That's it, Daddy. Fuck it into me! Spread your legs, Momma. Mmmmm!"
John Nordstrom had been generously equipped by nature. His prick was bigger than either Nils Rundy's or Hootch Donovan's. Lil shoved her ass back against him as hard as she could, helping him thrust more deeply into her rectum than she had ever been penetrated. She was licking and sucking eagerly at Delia's vulva and was delighted when her mother began having a series of multiple orgasms. She was both amazed and thrilled when her mother, after coming several times, buried her face in Lil's crotch and began tonguing her clitoris only an inch from where John's cock plunged in and out of their daughter's asshole.
Lil soon discovered that her mother was as expert as she at cunt sucking, and apparently as enthusiastic. She soon came violently. Added to the lust-crammed intoxication of the mutual homosexuality of love-making with another woman, and the feel of the big cock now rampaging roughly in her anus, was the rapturous thrill of knowing how wicked she was being, that these were her own parents she was enjoying so much.
She lost herself in the warmth and passion of being firmly sandwiched between two gyrating bodies, and her coming was a departure from reality, a drifting away onto a plane of existence that consisted only of succulent flesh and finely drawn nerves. When her father flooded her pulsing anus with his hot semen, she would have screamed in ecstasy had her mouth not been buried in her mother's throbbing vulva.
When it was over, and they had pulled a little apart to rest and let the sweat on their bodies dry and cool, Lil continued to kiss her mother's thighs and to weakly pet the beautifully proportioned legs. Her father's arms were around her and he was cupping her breasts.
"Isn't this lovely?" Lil asked them. "Let's just stay in here all day."
You don't need to sleep in your room anymore," her mother replied. "You can stay with us on the nights when you're home. I'm glad we did this. I don't give a damn whether it's right or not. Aren't you glad, John?"
"Yes," he said. "We can share her. This is better than switch parties."
"But we mustn't neglect Nils," Lil reminded them. "I like the way he fucks. Don't you, Momma?"
"Yes," Delia said. She laughed. "We have to give your father a little rest once in awhile anyway. Come on, Lil, play sixty-nine again with me while he gets another hard on."
"All right," Lil agreed. "And then I want him to fuck me in the ass again. You have a lovely, big cock, Daddy."