Chapter 4
"Good-night, Gary," Kathy said as she stepped out of his Thunderbird.
"Gee, Kathy, I-" Coren licked his lips.
"Don't apologize any more, Gary. I told you, we'll get together tomorrow." She sighed and closed the car door, for in spite of the fact it was still relatively early, the close call with losing her virginity had exhausted her mentally and physically. She'd nearly been raped while witnessing a brutal coupling of two strangers, and seen her first erect penis, and had been ejaculated upon. She was hurt and confused from it all and wanted only to go to bed, needing the healing influence of a sound sleep to obliterate the effects of the alcohol and her arousals, and calm her down so that she could gather her wits about her.
The thing which bothered her the most was not the explosion of the moment, but her own loss of self-control. It had taken everything she possessed to stop herself from submitting, and she wanted desperately to examine what had happened in a rational, calm light so that she could be able to resist better next time she was with Gary, or any other boy. She trembled as she fitted the key in the front door lock, the liquor in her blood still tingling and her erotic excitement still gripping her in a partial desire to go back to Gary and lose her hard saved virginity on quaking impulse.
She hoped that she'd gotten all of Gary's hot, sticky semen off her thighs and buttocks, but they'd only been able to clean her with a rag that was kept in the car, and perhaps they'd missed some tell-tale stains. She prayed that her mother was asleep and her uncle was still out drinking, because she'd die if she was caught like this. But the living room lights were on, as were the hall lamps, and the door to her mother's bedroom was open-yet her mother was nowhere to be seen. Strange, the girl thought, frowning and reflexively brushing the front of her skirt. She started for her bedroom when a high-pitched wail stopped her dead in her tracks.
It sounded like her mother, and it was coming from her uncle's bedroom, the door to which was wide, and from which light was streaming. Kathy blinked, undecided ... and then she heard another sound, this time more distinct: Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! My God! What was going on in there? Kathy tensed, then turned and walked quickly back through the living room and down the hall. At her uncle's bedroom, she paused, listening to strange, unfamiliar sounds of a bed moving rhythmically. And then her vision absorbed all of what was going on-and she sucked in her breath in horror!
She was certain that she was going to faint! She wanted to rush in and tear them apart even more than she had wanted to the unknown couple in the car, to bite and claw and scream until she drove her mother and uncle apart like the animals they were! She tried to blot the scene from her eyes, but as before, she found herself rooted by the carnality-though this time it was worse, a thousand times worse! It was her mother she was viewing, not an unknown girl of doubtful morals! With her uncle, her father's own brother!
The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly at the door, affording the teenager a perfect perspective of the physical act of intercourse. She could see her uncle's thick, hard cock thrusting cruelly into her mother, while she in turn splayed out her legs wide on either side of his body, locking her heels into his muscular, flexing buttocks to drive him tighter to her. Kathy could see the muscles stand out on her thighs, just as she'd seen them on the girl's thighs earlier, and her uncle Roger's hands cupping the naked white buttocks with a savage strength, squeezing the soft resilient moons mercilessly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around his rigid cock. This time, the thinly parted pubic hairs were visible to Kathy as they teased against the narrow sperm-filled ridge that ran the length of the older man's fleshy, glistening shaft.
She shook her head, horrified, trying to clear the fog that her shock, the alcohol, and her previous lusting was filling her mind with. My God, the lewd display of those people in the car was nothing compared to the unleashed exhibition before her. Their actions were inexcusable-but this was her own mother and uncle! Kathy couldn't get over that fact, and she was shattered by the realization that her own mother was capable of acting like nothing more than a female bitch in heat!
All of that talk about saving herself for marriage, watching out about a boy's advances-all of the maternal advice Kathy had received since she was old enough to know what a cunt was, was so much hypocrisy! Anger welled in her young breast, a seething, uncontrolled anguish at having been betrayed. What a bunch of crap all those stern lectures had been-for here was her own mother being fucked half to death by a man not her husband! He wasn't even a lover-he was a relative! Incest!
Kathy couldn't stand it, watching this awful, nakedly obscene scene, but she couldn't pull away. The other sight in the car had been temporarily hypnotizing to her, but this confrontation totally ruptured every nerve and sinew in her mind, breaking through the last, delicate crust of her immature self-control. The liquor, abated by her excitement at the hands of Gary Coren, released the restraints of her upbringing, and she found that as she listened and stared at the unbelievable depravity, her anger and hurt began to slowly dissipate, to ease away until she was at a loss to know exactly how she felt about seeing her own mother being fucked by another man as though she were nothing more than a street whore.
Her mother, so prim and proper, so stuffy about sex and morality-instead she was showing that she could whole-heartedly abandon herself, and her hidden depths that were now displayed amazed Kathy. Rather than hatred, the girl felt stirrings of empathetic response, of one woman relating to another, and as she watched, more and more she became consumed with kinship, a bond of closeness. With every stroke of her uncle's giant penis into her mother's tightly stretched cunt, Kathy's breathing grew louder and harsher, and sweat began to trickle down the folds of her blouse and skirt. She sensed a strange feeling of no longer being a part of herself, the shock of seeing her mother being fucked half to death by her uncle that strong on her, and she couldn't understand the change in her. Down between her nervously clenched thighs, her tight, still virgin pussy was starting to tingle and a light quivering rose in her belly and breasts.
It was almost as if ... Good God, No! It was as if she was getting excited sexually by seeing her own mother being fucked by someone who was not her father.
Roger stopped his powerful lunges for a moment and laughed. "I want to hear it again!" he teased mockingly down to Marylynn's passion-contorted face. "I want to hear it again! Tell me that you want me to fuck you!"
"Yes! Ohhh, fuck me, keep fucking mmmeeee!"
Kathy watched in lurid fascination at the gleaming expanse of hardened male penis which throbbed salaciously in the light, at the way her mother lurched and jerked her loins up to swallow more of it inside her cunt, and then she saw her uncle sink his cock once more into the thinly bearded hole, and heard a low, sighing wail. She hardly could breathe now, the insides of her mouth and throat seemingly filled with sand, and the prurient sensations between her thighs were climbing in intensity, making a wetness that threatened to stain the front of her tight skirt. Passion flowed through the honey-colored curls of her moist young pussy from the repulsive obscenity and the wetly exciting sounds but a few feet away, and a throbbing of agony built in her cunt and hardened breasts. She realized that in the back of her mind she was wishing that she was the one lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, instead of her mother, her uncle's thick, desire-bloated cock filling all of her belly.
Her right hand slid along her trembling body, down the flat plane of her stomach to her skirt, then up underneath to where her tender young pubic mound quivered with excitement, and she rubbed the forefinger and thumb of her other hand gently around the bra-encased nipple as Gary had done. Her own mewlings were unheard as the lovely young woman and the man thrashed abandonedly on the bed a few feet from her. She gathered her skirt and slowly slid to the floor, sprawling on the carpet, her naked thighs and moist, pink cuntal slit exposed to the same soft light and cooling air as the nakedly writhing couple's flesh was on the wildly squeaking bed. She widened her legs and lowered her hand to her vagina as she'd done before, only this time she knew she was sinning far more than any time in the past. She wasn't alone now, but masturbating while watching her own mother being fucked by her father's brother.
Marylynn mewled piteously, her cunt flowering wider open in welcome relief as at last she felt that she was going to be satisfied. "Ohhh God, Roger ... I'm ... I'm almost there! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Me too, baby!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to cum in you like a river!"
Kathy rubbed her cunt faster and harder, her fingers sliding in and out and teasing her clitoris. wave after wave of consuming delight flowing over her. She dropped her left hand from her breast then, and without realizing that she was breaking another vow, she insinuated first one, and then two, and finally three fingers inside the tiny virginal hole up between her widespread legs. She continued to stare, with bulging desire-glazed eyes at the lewdly fucking couple before her, her adolescent brain chanting crazily: I want to cum too ... I want to cum too ... She imagined a man's cock grinding heavily up inside her. She heard an unearthly gurgle emit from her mother's mouth and saw her slow her buttocks in their wild scramble for completion, beginning instead small, spasmodic jerking up against the hardened male penis imbedded deep in her cunt. At the same time, Roger groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside her mother's quivering white belly, and Kathy saw his testicles throb with his release of milky white semen. For the second time that night, the young girl was able to see creamy fluid cascade onto flesh, this time as her uncle, his testicles jerking against her naked anus, filled her mother's vagina, the overflow spewing out around her hotly pulsing pussy lips and matting her inner thighs. And this time, her own climax was set off, and Kathy's cunt was charged with orgasmic secretions to the point of dribbling down her own excitedly trembling crevice and running onto the rug. She strained wildly in her release until she thought her fingers would be ripped off, squeezing her cunt with both hands tightly over and over. Then, drained and exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly.
She peered through dulled eyes and heard with ringing ears as she made out her mother and Roger cradling each other in their naked arms, still not realizing that they were being watched. The man panted for his breath, and Marylynn whimpered and writhed uncontrollably beneath him.
"You ... you want more?" he asked the dementedly craving wife.
"Ohhhh, Roger! Roger, you felt so gooooddd!"
"Give me a rest, and I'll be ready to go again in a minute."
"Hurry ... Ohhhh, already I want to be fucked again!"
"Jesus, I've never seen a woman turn on like you!"
The lewd conversation jarred Kathy back to sanity, her own orgasm having temporarily salved her driven desires. She slowly removed her fingers from her flooded little vagina, her body whirling with shame and remorse. She stood, letting her skirt fall over her naked cunt again, staring for a last time at the couple on the bed as they fell apart and cuddled one another, her mother tenderly fondling Roger's now limp penis and his great sac of testicles, while he in turn sucked one large breast and played with her pussy. Kathy backed away, down the hall, feeling suddenly lost and soiled, not knowing what to do.
They were at it again, and would be until all hours of the morning, she thought ... and what about herself? She was sick! She must be to have responded in such a ghastly perversion as masturbation. What could she do? She couldn't face her mother tomorrow or ever again, not after having gone through this experience, and having seen what she had seen. Where could she go? She couldn't stay here, not and hear more lies about sex and men from her mother-and then try to keep the abysmally evil secret about what her mother was truly like from her father. No, she had to think of something else....
Gary!
The idea of him came to her in a flash. He'd understand if anybody would, considering what they'd been through together earlier that evening. Yes ... Gary was her only answer, and she was sure that he'd be able to advise her what to do. Oh Lord, why did she have to find her mother with her uncle? Nothing would ever be the same ever again!
She dashed out of the house, almost as if panic dogged her heels, and ran down the block as fast as she could, the wind streaming in her face, tears blinding her eyes and drying to crusts of salt on her cheeks. She reached the Coren house, only to find it dark. For a moment she huddled next to the shrubs, uncertain what to do ... Gary and his father were both asleep, like they should be, she guessed. Quietly, she snuck around the side of the house, down the path and through the arbor separating the front and back yards. She crossed the lawn, skirting a rock garden, trying to remember which room was Gary's. She'd been in his house only a few times, and now she had the problem of trying to figure out which windows were his from the outside. There ... it had to be those two, near the kitchen door....
Kathy stooped and picked up a few pieces of oyster shell from the path and flung them at the windows. They hit with small pinging rattles. "Gary!" she called out in a loud whisper. "Gary, wake up!"
There was no answer.
She threw a few more pieces and called out louder. "Gary! Please, wake up!"
A small lamp suddenly went on. "Who's there?" came a muffled voice from inside.
"Kathy! Gary, please open the window! It's me, Kathy!"
There came a shuffling of feet and a prodigious yawn, and then the window nearest her opened and the boy stuck his head out blinking owlishly, his hair messed and his face puffed with sleep.
"Kathy?" he asked incredulously. "What do you want?"
"Oh, Gary, I have to talk to you! Can you let me in?"
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" He frowned as he saw the anguish that was plain on her face.
"No ... no, I'm not sick. It's ... about my mother."
"Your mother?"
Kathy wrung her tiny hands abjectly. "I'm never going back home. Never!"
"Jesus, that bad, huh?" He licked his lips, still confused and thick-headed from his sleep. "Well, I'll come around to the back door and let you in. I'm only wearing my underpants, though."
Kathy's heart skipped a beat, but then she thought that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. "Ohhhh, I don't care," she said rashly "I don't care about what you've got on, as long as you'll help me."
"Sure, sure ... Wait right there." He closed the window, and there was a short space of absolute silence, and then the lights in the living-room went on, and the glass door for the patio swung back and Gary stood there, in only his underpants as he'd said. "Well, come on in out of the rain," he said, making a feeble joke.
Kathy sucked in her breath, looking with wide, trembling eyes at the boy, and then nodding, she mutely went inside the house. He shut the door behind her, but before talking to her any more, he walked to the large stereo phonograph, selected a record and put it on. "You look so upset, I thought perhaps a little mood music would help," he said with an infectious grin. "Percy Faith. You like him?"
"It's very nice. I recognize that song from an old movie I once saw. A Walk On The Wild Side." She sat down on a long, low couch, tucking her legs beneath her, trying her best to show that his thoughtfulness was helping her. Yet it was terribly difficult to keep her chin from trembling, or to burst anew into a squall of tears. Gary sat down on the couch with her, but refrained from sitting too close, actually sitting a little more distant that he had to, but his lewd gaze was fastened on her with hardly concealed craving, savoring her invitingly high, globular breasts that palpitated beneath her thin blouse, and her slender curving waist and firm thighs that were still an inviting temptation to him. He wondered how he could turn her distraught plea for help into a way of successfully fucking her, and his cock ached slightly in the confinement of his thin underpants.
Kathy leaned back, soaking in the music, and indeed, she did feel a little better. With a sigh, her eyes closed, she said wistfully "Gary, I wish that I never had to leave her."
"Why? Your mother?"
"Yes. She's-" She caught herself before she spilled out the shame and horror of what she'd witnessed, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in a gesture of silence.
"Go on, what about her?"
"I ... can't tell you. I can't tell anybody. Just please believe me, I can't ever go back there."
"Well, perhaps when your father gets back...."
"No, especially not then," she said, shaking her head violently.
"You should confide in someone, Kathy. I can see that you've been crying and very upset, and you can't keep whatever is wrong bottled up inside."
"It's ... too terrible to tell," she replied thickly.
"Gary," a strong male voice called out from another part of the house. "Gary who the hell is out there with you?"
"Who-" Kathy gasped jerking back.
"My father, silly," Gary said. "We must have awakened him."
"Gary!"
"It's all right, Dad," the boy called back. "It's only Kathy Hess."
"Kathy? What's she doing here at this hour?"
"Don't tell him," the girl hissed at Gary. "Please, don't-"
"He's my father," Gary replied with a thin, foreboding smirk. "And more than that, he's the best friend I've got. Hell, if you're smart, you'll tell us both."
"I couldn't do that!" Kathy blushed, embarrassed at the idea of even confiding to Gary, much less to his father.
"Believe me, Kathy, that's the wisest thing you could do." He grinned at the young teenager's reluctance. "He won't bite, honest."
Just then, Marcum Coren entered the room, belting a short bathrobe around him, a robe made of thin cotton that was cut like a smoking jacket and barely covered his buttocks and crotch. His long, muscular legs were bare, and he padded across to the couch, smiling. "Ah, Kathy. This is a pleasant surprise."
"She's in some kind of mess, Dad," Gary said. "Maybe we can help her."
"Yeah ... Maybe we can." A glint seemed to sparkle in the older man's eyes as he looked down at the shivering little girl, and he ran a wet tongue around his glistening lips. "Maybe we can at that."
"All right, Kathy. You want to tell us both about it?"
She took one more glance at Marcus Coren standing over her, and he seemed to personify all the problems she was having with adults, and she couldn't find the voice to blurt out the truth, not in front of him. "No ... no, I made a mistake coming here, Gary," she said hastily. "I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't be stupid," Gary snapped huskily.
"We're always glad to help a nice young girl like you," his father added soothingly. "Trust us, won't you?"
Kathy turned from the man to his son, and for the first time sensed that there was a certain coldness behind his seemingly friendly smile, a sinister intent that wasn't really as good-natured as he was trying to make her believe. But who else was there? She felt so alone and afraid, and if he and his father would help her, it would be better she supposed. Even if they couldn't, she wouldn't have lost anything except a little of her pride.
"Well?" Mr. Coren urged.
"I ... don't know where to begin," she faltered. "It was so horrible. A-after we said goodnight, Gary, I went in my house and all the lights were on, but Mother wasn't in her bedroom or in the living room. Then I heard an awful noise from my uncle Roger's bedroom, and I went to see ... ." She went on to tell the sordid tale in shaky tones, endeavoring to skip over the part where she'd fingered herself while watching them. She noticed as first Gary and then his father's eyes grew very large but oddly beady, as if they were finding pleasure in the lewd details. When she'd finished, she hung her head as if waiting their judgment.
"So, that's the story, huh?" Gary asked.
Kathy nodded her head.
"And you don't want to go home again?" Marcus added with a faintly mocking voice. "All because you saw your uncle fucking your mother? Isn't that a shame."
"What?" Horrified, Kathy stared at the grinning man standing before her, hardly believing she'd heard him correctly.
"That's right, Dad said fuck," Gary chuckled.
"P-please, don't talk like that," she wailed. "Don't you see it's bad enough as it is without being vulgar about it?"
"Who's being vulgar?" Marcus said as if surprised. "That's what it was, Kathy, and you have to call it by how you see it. You saw your mother getting a good fucking."
"Not that I can figure why she's so upset about it," his son said nonchalantly.
"But she's my mother!" Kathy screamed vehemently, feeling she was losing contact with reality at this perverted direction of the conversation. "She was like some horrible beast with Uncle Roger!"
"More like a real woman, I'd say," Marcus mused. "She was having a wonderful time, not hurting anybody. Except you, maybe, but she didn't know you were there, did she? Why shouldn't your mother get fucked if she wants to?"
"What a sick thing to say!" Kathy cried. "I never--! "
"I know you never, baby," Gary snickered. "That's why you're having such trouble over this. You're the one out of step, and that's sort of surprising, because we're of the new, free generation. Hell, your mother's the one who should have all the hang-ups about sex, not you."
"She does! She must have to act that way!"
"Well, I don't know," Mr. Coren said, stroking his chin in a gesture of thoughtfulness. "She probably does, and tomorrow will be crying the blues over what she's doing now, but that isn't what Gary means. You kids are always picketing and demonstrating for freedom, and yet you're not very free inside, are you, Kathy?" over her ears, her mind spinning with confusion.
"Stop this," she moaned, pressing her hands She didn't know what to think any more, the vast boiling anger toward her mother having subsided when she'd been drawn by the carnally inciting scene, and now her anguish was diminishing with the provocatively lewd arguments being leveled for such a way of life by the Corens. She no longer knew what was right or wrong, only that she felt confused and wretched. "Stop talking like this and help me, please!"
"Think we can, Dad?"
"Well, that depends, son. I don't think she's been telling us the whole truth."
"I have! I have!"
"Oh come on, girl," the man's voice cracked like a whip. "It's obvious that you stood and watched them for a long time, or else you wouldn't have been able to tell us all about them. Admit it, Kathy, you stood there and watched and got hot pants while they were doing it!"
"Ohhhh!" she bawled. "No! I tell you I was sickened!"
"Cut the crap with us," Gary said savagely. "You got a great big ball out of the fucking, just like you did when you watched those kids fucking in the car. You got hotter than hell!"
"Gary!" She looked wildly from him to his father, shamed to the point of wanting to run at his admission in front of the older man. "You don't have to-"
"He already has told me everything, Kathy," Marcus said.
"like I said," Gary snickered. "Dad's my best friend. Sure, I told him. I even told him that I almost fucked you."
"Oh, no ... no!" she moaned dazed from the knowledge that nothing was sacred in her life.
"Now, about us helping you," Marcus said as if inconcerned about her agony. "It depends on whether you'll help us."
"Help ... you?" she asked hesitantly.
"You're not that dumb," Gary said with an unmistakable grin.
Her stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned inside out. She felt nauseous, as vivid memories of her uncle Roger's cock sliding in and out of her mother's cunt flooded her mind-is this what Gary wanted to do to her? Momentarily she feared that she was going to vomit, the blood draining from her face. "What ... what are you going to do?" she asked, miserably.
"Well, we'll let you stay here for as long as you want, Kathy. If your mother wants you back, she'll have to see us first, and we'll ... explain the facts," Marcus offered. "Or anything else you think is right. But, as I say, that depends on how you stay here with us."
Kathy's mouth twisted into a harsh cry of bitterness. There was no way of avoiding the implied intentions behind his words. She was being told that her virginity was the bargaining price, and that Mr. Coren was to join in on the plundering of her defenseless body as well as his son. Oh God, it would have been better to have had Gary do it to her in the church parking lot-then she'd never have gone home early, seen her mother and uncle, and come here for help. Coming here for help had been the worst mistake of all, she saw that now, and she had to figure out some way of getting free of their clutches.
"No," she whimpered, shaking her head vigorously. "No, no never! I won't stay here!"
"She doesn't want to let us help her," Marcus said. "I guess we'll just have to convince her it's the right way, eh Son?"
"All the way, Dad," Gary snickered, and then in an aside to Kathy, he added: "Dad and I, we're friends, see? Really good friends, and we do a lot of things together, including sharing what we've got, if you get what I mean."
If there had been any doubt to what Gary meant, his father shattered it completely. He untied his bathrobe and jerked it off, and Kathy was suddenly faced with a long, thick, glistening cock springing up in full sight between his legs. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with throbbing blue veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state its owner was in. Her eyes trailed a slow path along his body, up to his face, a piteous and useless mewl coming from her, pleading for mercy. But there was none in Marcus Coren. Nothing but icy, unyielding lust. She turned away, for now Gary had joined his father in nakedness, dropping his shorts, and was similarly standing with his penis straight out in fevered erection, a drop of his seminal emission already forming on the eye of his cockhead. She gaped in transfixed horror at the rising hardness she remembered so well.
"It can't be! It just can't be!" She whined in utter disbelief. "Not ... not both Gary and his Dad!"
Snickers and chortles rebounded as answers, and she was wild with fear, the alcohol not able to protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was going to happen to her!
She was going to be raped by both of them at the same time!