Chapter 1
Cathy Hood could feel herself swimming upward from the greatest depth she had ever attained in her five years of scuba diving. The water was exceptionally warm, even at the great depth from which she had started, and enveloped her in a luxurious coat of comfort. Suddenly she became aware of her breathing; she found that she was inhaling and exhaling without the mechanical rasp of the mask feeding air from her tank. This contradiction in terms vaguely bothered her but the feeling of massive, almost sensual comfort was far too strong for her to be bothered by such inconsistencies.
Her feeling of swimming upward through a sea of incredibly warm water, breathing all the while, continued for several minutes. Gradually she realized that she was not swimming at all; she was only waking up. Nor was she in the sea; she was in a big bed, lying flat on her back. As she awakened, she also realized that she was totally naked. A slight, almost involuntary tightening of her thigh muscles brought a frown to her forehead, though she continued to lie with her eyes closed.
The contraction of her muscles reminded her all too vividly of a fantastic dream she had had during the night. Vague, hazy images flashed back into her mind. She remembered dreaming that she was doing terrible things with a number of people. The deeds were frighteningly real as she remembered them and were of a nature to bring a distinct flush to her cheeks. Cathy Hood was no virgin; in the past three years, while following her father about from one oil well to another, she had met several interesting young men and had allowed them to broaden her education in ways that, she hoped, her father never suspected. Their range of knowledge had been considerable, she had thought, but nothing they had done or suggested had in any way prepared her for the images that now began flocking into her mind with shocking clarity. Not only were the deeds of a truly scandalous nature; the people with whom she saw herself doing them were of a sort that made her want to cover her face with shame and misery.
As the girl lay there, moving not a muscle, she distinctly saw herself rolling about on a big bed with her uncle Kevin, Dad's brother. The image brought with it an incredible sensation of fullness which surpassed anything she had ever known; the sensation was due to the presence of Kevin's massive prick in her cunt. She could feel the big, brawny pole spearing deep and setting off violent explosions of sensual joy as it spat out an endless stream of scalding hot sperm. Cathy also saw herself kneeling astride a man's face: it was Ken, the brother of her stepmother. As she worked her swollen pussy against his lips, she opened her mouth wide to accept Uncle Kevin's big cock, now wet with his come and hers too. She could see Elaine, her stepmother; the lusciously curved little blonde was lying beside them and was urging them on to greater pleasure as she worked a huge, obscenely fashioned dildo in and out of her own cunt.
Suddenly Cathy realized the truth; she was not remembering flashes of a dream. Rather, she was remembering something which had actually happened the night before! She was now fully aware of her pussy; it had a chafed, raw feeling that reminded her very much of the way she had felt the morning after she had spent two hours in bed with Phil Rogeret at a house party they had both attended. The tender, sensitive slit also appeared to be coated with a kind of dried glue, something that had welded her flesh together in a way to constrict her free movement.
Once she could see that this was no dream, she opened her eyes and tried to sit up in bed. At once she gave a low groan and gently lowered her head back to the pillow; the sudden movement had set off a chorus of blacksmiths pounding away just behind her eyes. She found that her mouth was puffy and dry, as though it were coated with cotton. The sudden effort had brought one definite fact home to her, however: she was not alone in the bed! In the brief moment that she had had her eyes open, she had distinctly seen a naked form lying to her left. The form had been masculine because she had noticed the big, massive hulk of limp prick draped across the man's body.
Cathy sucked in a deep breath and cautiously extended her hand to the left. She had to move it only a couple of inches to feel the warm, living flesh next to her. Her hand quickly retreated back to her sight. Her right hand now moved outward, searching to the other side; she gave an inward sigh of relief when she found nothing there. The girl lay very quietly for a few moments and tried to think back to the previous evening, hoping to find a clear and coherent explanation for the distressing situation in which she now found herself.
It had all begun at the dinner party, originally scheduled to be a celebration of her sixteenth birthday. Dad and Elaine, her stepmother, had planned the dinner as a sort of consolation prize, a reward to her for having to stay in Red Bluff while they waited to see what was going to happen to Red Top No. 1, the brand new wildcat oil well her father was drilling. Red Bluff, a tiny gathering of people and stores, both nearly worn out and much the worse for wear, was the closest town to the well, though at that it was forty miles away. They had rented a couple of houses in the town to serve as a base of operations and Elaine had done wonders to make the dreary, dusty rooms habitable.
Cathy had already been promised a month in Jamaica for her real birthday present but so far the operations at the well had been far too frantic to permit her to leave. She had willingly stayed, since she was cheering for her Dad as strenuously as anyone, but even she had to admit that life in Red Bluff was at best a bleak proposition.
Dan Hood had radioed in at mid-afternoon, reporting that a part of the drilling equipment had broken down and that he was going to have to skip the dinner in order to repair it as soon as possible. Cathy knew very well that he had not planned the breakdown but nevertheless she felt very bad about his not being there to lend his special brand of humor and good sense to the party. Sullenly defiant at being thus disappointed, she had helped herself to the cocktail shaker for two refills. The liquor did nothing at all to dispel her foul mood. In part she resented having to spend her birthday dinner part with a group of people whom she did not particularly like, with one outstanding exception, and all of whom were at least four years older than she.
The exception was Kevin Hood, Dad's younger brother. Cathy saw in him almost exactly the same gentle, wise qualities which she saw in her father, except that Kevin was ten years younger-thirty-four, to be precise-and even better looking, if possible. He had a way of teasing her gently without annoying her, of accepting her as a very nearly grown up woman.
Of the other people at the party, Cathy came closest to liking Ken Laine, Elaine's brother. An accountant and a very good one, he kept track of her father's finances and played a very critical role in the operations of Hood Oil Enterprises. He had a sly, overly-cynical way of looking at people which turned the young girl off but otherwise she generally found him reasonable and easy to get along with. Elaine, her stepmother, had married her father only fourteen months ago-Cathy's real mother had died when she was eight-and the girl still did not know exactly how to treat this blonde, elf-like creature who could display so many contrasting facets of her personality in such short order. For the most part she and Elaine kept each other at arm's length and made little or no attempt to get closer to each other.
Then there was Birgitta, Ken's wife. A tall, buxom Swedish beauty, she said little on most occasions, preferring long silences and often breaking her silence to say something in Swedish, a language which Ken had learned while working for a firm in Stockholm. She seemed scarcely to know that Cathy was around and the girl reciprocated the treatment. Finally there was Sven, Birgitta's kid brother. A tall, thick-shouldered youth of twenty, he had come to America six months before upon being promised a job with Hood Oil. He drove trucks, worked on the drilling rig and did whatever else needed to be done, all with an eye to gaining a ground floor understanding of the finding of oil.
The six of them had emptied the cocktail shaker before dinner, which Elaine had simmering in the kitchen of the small house she and Dan used. Cathy had wobbled slightly as she had gone to the dinner table but, ignoring the warning signals, she drank voraciously of the rich red wine accompanying the roast beef. Elaine could cook with magnificent skill when she put her mind to it and on this occasion she had outdone herself. Cathy felt a warm glow for the woman as she cleaned her plate; she realized that her stepmother had gone to a great deal of trouble to make the dinner party a success and, feeling a twinge of alcohol-induced remorse, resolved to make up for her lapse of manners.
"I've been such a little bitch tonight," she said, placing her hand on her stepmother's arm, "but it was only because I was disappointed about Dad not being here. Gee, I'm really sorry, really sorry, really I am."
"I understand," Elaine told her. "Think nothing of it, my dear. Here, have yourself another glass of wine and let us hear no more about such things."
Cathy had been dimly aware of her uncle Kevin's occasional frowns. She knew that he was trying to tell her, through subtle glances, that she was overdoing herself with the wine and cocktails, but she resolved to throw all caution aside. By the time they rose from the table she felt very warm and relaxed, though she would have indignantly rejected the suggestion that she was drunk. They had adjourned to the living room where Cathy soon found that Birgitta and Ken were wasting no time in forwarding their own celebration. By the time the girl had arrived in the living room they were already locked in a tight embrace, their mouths welded together and their hips grinding against each other.
Cathy's body had immediately responded to that suggestive scene. She had played exactly that part too many times not to be exquisitely aware of the pleasure to be had in pressing one's pussy up against a man's body, especially when his cock had grown rigid with hot, lusty excitement, and she could easily see that both Ken and Birgitta were strongly aroused already. She had never before seen them so open about their desire for each other but she reflected that she had seldom seen them without her father also being present. Perhaps they felt a sense of restraint in his presence, she reflected, or perhaps it was just that Bir gitta's hot Swedish blood was more excited than usual this evening.
"Vee go get stereo, huh?" he asked, looking over at Cathy. "Get goot moozeek, dance, haff more party, eh?"
She nodded and they left. They drove the pickup over to the small frame house where Ken, Birgitta, Sven and Kevin slept. As she had expected, Sven took advantage of having her alone in the house and wrapped his arms around her. She felt reckless enough to return his kiss but she firmly pushed his groping hand away from her breast when he tried to caress that small but perfectly shaped globe. Cathy had dated the young Swede four or five times since she had arrived in Red Bluff at the end of the school term but had not allowed him more than a cursory feel of her breasts. She had difficulty in accounting for her lack of interest in the young man. Certainly he was a very picture of Swedish manhood; he had long, blonde hair and eyes of a pale but piercing blueness; his features were strong and regular; he had difficulties with English-especially since a portion of his vocabulary had been picked up from the workmen on the drilling rig, and they pulled no strings in expressing themselves-but he was improving in that respect. Cathy liked him but had never felt any strong passion for him.
"No, not that," she told him, keeping his hand down around her waist. "I don't feel like that tonight."
He had accepted her denial, as he had done on the previous occasions, and gathered up the portable stereo after unplugging it from the wall. Cathy grabbed an armful of records and they went back to the pickup. Sven placed the stereo in the back and then stood behind her as he opened the door for her. She placed the records on the seat and he grabbed her again. His lips began nuzzling under her right ear, always one of the more sensitive spots on her tall, slender body, and his hands went around her waist. Cathy found herself leaning against him and, after a moment, she became conscious of his cock pressing against the cheeks of her ass. His lips played havoc with her senses and his tongue caressed the tender skin of her throat, setting off vague but familiar urges in her body.
The girl realized with a start that it had been over a month since she had baen in a really good petting session with a boy, even longer since she had felt a hard cock spearing into the lips of her pussy. Her resolution wavered for a moment and she had to fight hard to keep from pressing one of Sven's hands down the front of her skirt and rubbing it over her love mound. Doing that, however, would be an open invitation for him to proceed and she still did not want him to spread her thighs apart and shove his prick up her hole.
"God, it's nice but I can't!" she murmured regretfully, pulling away from him and turning. "It just wouldn't work, Sven, it really wouldn't."
"Okay, iss goot," he cheerfully agreed. "But I like too, you know?"
"Yes, I know," she said. "Maybe we'd better get back to the party, huh? They might be needing some music. Heavens, if we don't get there soon with some nice sounds, there's no telling what Uncle Ken and Birgitta might do!"
"Yeah, dey turned on," Sven said with a chuckle. "She hot for him, you bet!"
Cathy personally had a great deal of difficulty in imagining Ken in bed with Birgitta. While he was a nice enough person, he was also thin and wiry, spreading his hundred and seventy pounds over a six foot frame. Cathy imagined that the big, rawboned Swedish beauty would have been more attracted to brawny linebackers and men of a similar build, yet she had always given every indication of being very much in love with Ken and happy with him as her husband.
When they returned to the house Cathy shared with her father and stepmother, they quickly found that Ken and Birgitta had despaired of getting music to go with their embrace and had gone on to other pursuits. At first Cathy thought the living room was empty when they walked in but a groan from the far corner, where the small couch sat, dispelled that notion. Looking over, she saw that Birgitta was flat on her back on the couch. One long, thick-thighed leg was propped on the top of the couch's back and extended along it; the other trailed down on the floor. Ken was crouched between her legs and had his face buried in the valley between her thighs! Birgitta had flipped up the bottom of her dress-she wore the shortest, most revealing dresses she could find-and was pressing her naked pussy into the man's mouth with slow, sensual hip movements.
Cathy stood paralyzed with shock for a moment. Her position gave her a bird's-eye view of their embrace and she could see Ken's tongue playing over the livid, swollen lips of the woman's pussy. She knew that Birgitta never wore a bra one look at the front of her dress as she walked would tell even a blind man that!-but now it appeared that she also dispensed with panties, since there was no sign of such a garment anywhere. Her dress was rumpled around her waist and her eyes were closed. A look of utter sensual bliss made her broad, high-cheekboned face even more beautiful than usual and she muttered soft, endearing Swedish phrases as her husband licked her pussy.
"Ahh, he eat her goot!" Sven whispered in Cathy's ear. "She dig that, she like a muff diver!"
Cathy was no stranger to that delightful form of pleasure, to be sure, but she had never before seen a woman having her pussy eaten. The sight was enough to turn her own youthful slit into a mass of hot, quivering, jellied flesh and she could not force herself to look away from the fascinating sight. Birgitta had one of those full-lipped pussies, the kind that looks like an overripe plum split in two. The lips were dark with lusty fervor and moist, both from Ken's active mouth and from her cunt's overflowing oils. As Cathy watched, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, he sucked up the lips into his mouth and pulled at them, bringing a low, throaty groan of approval from the woman's throat. He tugged at the lips for a moment-and Cathy could well imagine what fierce, penetrating delights that was giving her and then snaked out his tongue. He scraped his tongue from her asshole all the way up the livid slit, gouging deep at the cunt's mouth, and ended by licking her clitoris with a slow, sensual swipe of his tongue.
"Agghh! Oooohh!" Birgitta moaned, pressing his face closer to her body with both hands. "Unngghh!"
The room was perfectly quiet except for her groans and the occasional squeak of the cheap couch as she shifted her position. Cathy's ears even caught the squishy, liquid sounds of Ken's tongue sliding in and out of her cunt. Suddenly the girl became supremely aware of her own body. Her pussy was throbbing frantically, to be sure, and had already inundated the crotch of her panties with the warm, slippery, honied dew which her cunt produced with distressing fullness whenever she became the least bit excited. Her breasts ached too; the nipples seemed to have grown to at least twice the size they had ever been before, even those times when a favored boyfriend had sucked them up into iron-hard cones of tingling sensitivity. Her breasts pushed against the confining bra in a way that gnawed at her vitals and made her extremely nervous and edgy.
Suddenly Ken shifted his position. He pulled away from Birgitta for a moment and began tearing at his clothing. Cathy then saw that he had already unbuttoned his shirt and opened his trousers while he had been sucking his wife's cunt. He stripped down to the bare skin in a flash and fell back onto the couch. Birgitta swung up into an upright position and leaned over him, bringing her mouth down over his swollen cock. Cathy's pussy throbbed even more furiously when she saw just how large the tool was-it would have made two of any she had ever seen and could easily have been eight or nine inches in length. It looked as big around as a pop bottle and she choked back a cry of awed surprise.
Birgitta stripped the skin back off the head of the tool with a quick, skillful movement of her fingers. The head proved to be amazingly like an eggplant, both in size and shape, and she popped her wide-lipped mouth over it without a moment's hesitation. As she began going down on him, she reached back to unzip her dress and she pulled it down over her hips, never losing her grip upon her husband's immense cock. Once the dress had been cast aside she devoted one hand to jacking him off as she sucked and shoved the other between her thighs so she could fondle the lips of her pussy as she serviced her husband.
"My God, they're doing it!" Cathy gasped, weakly leaning against Sven, who watched with frank interest. "Oooohh, I can't watch any more!"
"Sure, you watch, it goot!" he murmured into her ear. "Dey make it goot, you see. 'N den we get hot too and screw like crazy!"
"No, it's awful to peep like this!" the girl whispered, turning her face away. "I can't do it, Sven, I really can't. Let's go out and leave them alone!"
Sven obediently followed her from the room, though he turned at the doorway to give one last look back. Cathy could not resist peeking too and she saw that Birgitta had taken almost all Ken's huge prick into her mouth. She shuddered at the thought of having so much cock in her mouth at one time and turned away. She stumbled into the dining room, closely followed by Sven, and walked across the room to the kitchen. Upon reaching the doorway to the kitchen, she again came up short and uttered a short gasp of shocked surprise.
Her uncle lay on the kitchen table, flat on his back. His trousers and underwear were pulled down around his ankles. Elaine, totally nude, crouched above him; she was kneeling over his face and was busily devouring his cock! Cathy realized with a dumb shock that her uncle was hung even better than Ken; the prong more nearly resembled a club than any kind of sexual organ to be found on a man. A pair of massive balls dangled below the root of the thick shaft. He was wriggling and squirming, forcing his prick in and out of her mouth, and she was jacking him off with both hands. Even though she was gripping his cock like a baseball bat, there was plenty of meat visible on either side of her hands.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking up with surprise at their entrance. "We, er, we thought you'd gone off with Sven!"
"My God! Uncle Kevin, what are you doing?" Cathy gasped.
"He's eating my pussy!" Elaine said with a short laugh. "And doing it wonderfully well too!"
She crawled off him, however, and Kevin sat up with a shamefaced look. Cathy could hardly believe her eyes-her own uncle, cuckolding his brother in his own house! She gasped for words but could find none adequate to the occasion.
"But now that you're here, why don't you and Sven try it on for size?" Elaine went on to suggest. "He's a lusty young thing, my dear, and I'd bet almost anything that he could drive enough meat up your cunt to make you smile for days! Come on, let's all go into the bedroom, shall we? That's really the place where things like this should take place, I've always said."