Chapter 6
Marylynn lay awake in the light of the morning, contemplating her future, if such she could call it. Mentally she was crushed; physically she was bruised and sore, her ravaged vagina throbbing still from the continuous pounding her husband's brother's hardened penis had given her. It had been a long night with him, ending when it became so late that they both feared her young daughter, Kathy, might come home and catch them, and she'd somehow staggered back to her bedroom to drop into an exhaustive agony of shame and self-debasement. Yet, simultaneously, a sated euphoria had glowed within her still trembling flesh, making sleep possible at last.
Now, the lovely young wife and mother lay staring at the flowered pattern on the wall, her mind a torment, torn between her shame and a determination that it would never happen again. How had it come to pass? How could such a horrible thing have happened to her? She recalled the deplorable episode incident by incident: her drinking ... her fingering herself, ... seeing Roger undress and fondle his penis to erection ... her capitulation to his attack and the naked, plunging cock sinking into her wide-spread vagina ... .She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid memories of his virile body and her own lustful performance drifted back to her. Truly, he had set her afire before he was done, had come at her like a conquering warrior devouring the spoils of his victory, and she had responded not just once, but in wicked, adulterous, orgasm after orgasm.
She smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them gently in guarded exploration. She moaned aloud, for they were tender. Her hands explored further, coursing their way down over her smooth flat stomach to her thighs, and she groaned again as she spread the thin, fleece-lined lips between them open a little, her fingers touching tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. Her finger probed carefully around the red, sensitive slit, the tip becoming moist from her brother-in-law's white sticky semen that still matted her soft blonde pubic curls and coated her pink, wet flesh. Good God, suppose she was pregnant? That thought hadn't occurred to her before, but suddenly she realized such a thing was not impossible. God! How horrible it would be if it was true! Roger had had a vasectomy so she never bothered taking the pill like other women!
That jolting thought caused her to slowly move her legs around and get out of bed. She went into the bathroom where she could clean herself as much as possible, douching first and then taking a quick shower, washing carefully the insides of her thighs and buttocks, free of the sticky, still warm sperm. And as she continued the ablutions, visions of her husband's brother's handsome, cocky grin looking down into her passion-contorted face as he had spurted wave after wave of it into her welcoming vagina plagued her incessantly.
"Oh God, oh God," she moaned as she slipped the satin robe over her lithe, trembling shoulders. She fought back tears, tying the robe as tight as she could, and then fearful that she would meet her daughter in the hall, she opened the door quietly. But no sound came from the rest of the house, and from where she stood, Marylynn could see Kathy's door was closed. Good ... her innocent young child was still asleep after her date with Gary Coren, and by the time she awakened, her mother would have better control of herself, and able to present some semblance of normality. She knew that Roger had gone out somewhere, as she'd been awakened when he'd driven away. Thank God for that small blessing!
In the kitchen, Marylynn plugged in the percolator, wanting a soothing cup of coffee almost more than life itself, and then sat down at the dinette. She glimpsed a sheet of paper propped up by the salt-shaker, and picked it up; it was a hastily scrawled note from Roger.
Gone to look for work at the shipyard. Wish me luck!
Marylynn crumpled the note and flung it from her. Wish him luck! She wished him nothing but insane hatred for having turned her alcohol weakened body into nothing more than a helpless trembling mass of jelly-like flesh and then seducing her into committing lewd adultery and being unfaithful to her husband for the first time in her life. Then the bubbling coffee brought her back to reality, and she poured herself a copy of coffee, admitting as she sipped the hot brew that she really didn't hate her brother-in-law. She couldn't, because she couldn't blame him entirely for what had occurred. Had she been a stronger person, and not allowed her passions to run uncontrolled, the whole repugnant nightmare might have been averted. Still, it was obvious to her that Roger had to leave this house for good and never come back, even for a visit. She wasn't sure what excuse she could use so that Gordon would never know the truth, but she was resolved that she'd have to talk to Roger when he returned and see to it that he was gone, bag and baggage, by the time her husband came back from St. Louis.
Speaking of Gordon, how could she ever look him in the face? He'd take one glance at her and see the shame and guilt that was written so plainly across her features. Then there'd be a confrontation, and he'd know and be repulsed by the kind of woman he'd unwittingly married. He'd brand her a slut, and rightly so, and would divorce her as she deserved, possibly taking Kathy away with him. God, what a hell she'd created for herself!
Her eyes moistened again, but she would not let herself cry. Kathy might wake up at any time, and it wouldn't do to have her see her mother sobbing, and besides, there was a time for crying and a time for facing up to the situation bravely. There was no sticking her head in a hole and playing the ostrich. Life went on, and would continue to go on around her, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it. It was useless to torture herself; she couldn't go back and not do it. She had a child and a husband to consider, and she'd just have to let the whole nightmare heal with time. She'd watch herself more carefully in the future, that's all ... once Roger was gone, nobody would know about her affair with him, and she didn't think that he'd ever want to brag about his part.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, and puzzled, Marylynn rose and went to answer it. "Who is it?" she called out before opening the door.
"Marcus Coren," a husky voice replied. "Gary's father. Gary is with me."
Marylynn looked down at herself for a moment, a little confused. She didn't want to see anybody this morning, not the way she felt and looked, but after all, this might be important. "Could ... you come back a little later?" she asked hopefully, smoothing her robe in an embarrassed gesture. "I'm ... not dressed yet, and Kathy's still asleep."
"I'm afraid we can't," the man said gravely. 'It's rather important and it concerns us all. Please, Mrs. Hess. We won't be long, but it is," he added for emphasis, "very important."
Startled now by what seemed to be the gravity in the voice on the other side of the door, Marylynn opened it, and ushered the two Corens into her house. She saw that with her robe on, she had as much coverage as they did, for the day was already hot, and both father and son were only in walking shorts and thin, nylon short-sleeve shirts. She shut the door and led them into the living room, where they all stood, she still feeling very self-conscious.
"A nice place you have here," Marcus said, smiling. And a fine hunk of female, too, he thought as he studied the attractive housewife. The image of her without that robe on naked and slavering under a man fucking her silly made his penis lurch in his pants.
"Yes," Marylynn said, "We like it. Now, you said there was something important? Are ... Kathy and Gary in some kind of trouble?"
"Oh no," the man assured her. "But she should be here while we discuss the matter."
"She's asleep," she said. "What's this about?"
"Wake her up," Gary said.
"But I hardly see why-"
"Please," Marcus cut in. "Please, it would be better for all of us if you would."
Still unsettled, but now very concerned, Marylynn complied, walking to the bedroom door and knocking. "Kathy? Kathy, are you awake?"
"Y-Yes," came a muffled voice.
"Gary's here with his father."
"W-what do they want?" a softer voice asked.
"They didn't say, but they insist on talking to all of us."
A clammy iciness crawled up the young teenager's spine, a premonition of what was going to happen if she went out there. She sat up in her bed, clutching her throat with one hand and the other gripping the sheet to her breast. "I ... I don't feel well, Mother," she said. "I ... think I have the flue or something. I don't want to get up now. Tell them to go away!"
It was a miserable excuse, one Marylynn knew to be a lie. And now she was thoroughly alarmed by her daughter's attitude. She turned back and frowned in the direction of the Corens, not sure exactly how she should handle this new and explosive situation.
Marcus Coren handled it for her, striding to the door and saying: "Why Kathy, you weren't sick last night. I think you're bluffing." And with that, he opened the door and stepped into the darkened room. He flipped on the lights, relishing the sight of the naked girl on the bed with only a hastily pulled sheet over her tender body. "No, you look very fine and healthy this morning to me."
"Get out!" Kathy hissed. "Get out of my room!"
"I think you'd better get out of this house, Mr. Coren," her mother said stiffly, not liking the way he'd so impolitely intruded, no matter what the reason.
"Call me Marcus," he replied suavely, not moving. "And I'll call you Marylynn, all right?"
It certainly is not," she retorted. "And you shouldn't have entered her bedroom like you did, as if you owned it."
"We don't own it," Gary snickered. "We own her!"
"Get out!" Kathy screamed again.
"What do you mean?" her mother asked quizzically. "You own her?"
"Well, it's about some pictures," Marcus said.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Kathy groaned, almost forgetting that the sheet was her only covering as she huddled down on the bed. She knew instantly which pictures he was referring to. "No ... No!" she whimpered.
"Pictures of Kathy and Gary," the man continued. "A fine series, I must say."
"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"
"Leave my mother out of this, you ... you filthy beasts! Don't you dare tell her!" Kathy was beside herself with rage and humiliation.
Chuckling lewdly, the elder Coren reached in the pocket of his shirt and brought out about a half-dozen color pictures and handed them to Marylynn. "She and Gary have become very close, you see. Just as close as two people can get, you might say."
"You don't mean--? "
"See for yourself, Mrs. Hess."
"No! No!" Kathy screeched, and threw herself nakedly at the man, clawing for the pictures, wanting to hit and slash the two men and get the evidence of her shame and destroy it. "Noooo!"
"Kathy! Get back in bed!" her mother gasped, seeing her child completely naked and exposed, and before Kathy could do another thing, she'd glanced at the top picture. "Oh no!" she choked. The blood rushed from her face, leaving her features deathly pale.
"Isn't that first one a jewel?" Marcus Coren smiled. 'It shows every detail so plainly, just as if it had been posed professionally. It wasn't ... but then, candid shots are sometimes the best, I feel."
The photo was a full color reproduction of Kathy kneeling on the couch, and Gary nakedly sprawled behind her, licking hungrily at her tender young cunt. Kathy had her firm young buttocks splayed wide in full view of the lens, showing all of her desire-moistened vaginal slit. With a helpless cry of shock, the girl's mother flipped to the next, and saw her daughter's virginally pink cunt lips and soft blonde pubic hair lewdly parted, Gary's hard, erect young cock pressed just up inside the open crevice. Marylynn gasped at the obscenity, a small cry of further shock escaping from her mouth. The third picture was even worse, showing Gary's still hardened young penis pumping out his thick, white semen into Kathy's painfully stretched vagina, her backsides obscenely flooded from the overflow of his cum. Kathy ... Kathy, my own little daughter ... is this how I raised you to be? her tortured mind screamed.
She couldn't force herself to look at any more of the horrible prints, and she turned tear-blurred eyes to her child. "How ... how could you, Kathy? Oh Lord in heaven, how could you do such things?"
Kathy was too dumb struck with mortification to think about explaining. She rocked on the bed, hugging herself in the bitter misery at this tragic confrontation. What did it matter that seeing her mother with her legs widespread beneath Uncle Roger had led her to this? She had done it, and eventually done it of her own free will, and there was no excuse strong enough to rationalize away her actions.
"You like the pictures, Mrs. Hess?" Marcus asked calmly.
"like them? Are you insane?" Marylynn cried, throwing the photos down at his feet in horror and revulsion. "They're horrible!"
"I thought they were rather good, myself," he sniffed as if his pride was hurt. "I tried my best when I took them."
"You ... took them? You mean you didn't find out about this later and that's why you came to see us? You mean you were actually there and you took them?"
"Don't shout, Mrs. Hess, it hurts my ears. Yes, I took them, and-" he added, reaching in his pocket for one last picture-""I did more than that!"
"Oh God!" she cried out, horror welling in her throat. She glued her shocked eyes on the portrait of Kathy sucking the older man's lust-hardened penis, her mouth stretched so wide that Marylynn couldn't help wondering how she'd kept from choking on the enormous shaft, her tensile thin lips locked tightly around it with obvious hunger. My God, she'd never seen anything like this, and it was of her own young innocent daughter!
"But," Marcus went on, "I'm afraid that there was one picture we weren't able to bring this morning. The one," he said suddenly turning malicious, "of you and your brother-in-law fucking."
"W-what?"
"That's right," Gary said with a sneer. "Didn't Kathy tell you, Mrs. Hess? She got home from her date early last night and walked in on you two wailing away on the bed, only you were so excited you never noticed her there."
"No ... No, it isn't true!" she gasped, turning once again to Kathy. "You didn't really see Roger and me, did you?"
Kathy miserably nodded her head, indicating that it was true. "Yes. I ... saw everything. That's why I went to see Gary, to get help, only ... You saw what happened in the pictures."
Marylynn was shaken to the very marrow of her bones. The tears which she'd valiantly tried to hold back now burst, and she sobbed almost hysterically from grief and humiliation. Now her daughter knew the kind of mother she had, and everything which might have been salvaged if her secret had been kept was now ruined, lost, gone....
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Kathy," she moaned.
"Don't be, Mother. Don't be sorry. I understand ... now."
"But, you can't. You're only fifteen! I drove you to them and you were taken advantage of by your innocence. But I'm older, and I should have known better when I was with Roger. I'm so ashamed!"
"I'm ashamed, too," Kathy cried, "They forced me at first, but Mother ... I, I got so that I wanted them to do those awful things to me. Don't you see? I'm no better than you."
"Oh, Kathy!" She went to her naked child and cradled her in her arms, and they hugged one another as tightly as they could, attempting to blot out their mutual sorrow. And as she rocked Kathy tenderly, Marylynn had to acknowledge the fact that Kathy wasn't her child any longer, but was a woman, capable of responding to the same sexual drives of an adult.
"A touching scene," Marcus said, ogling them.
"A real tear-jerker," his son added cynically.
Marylynn looked up at them, her cheeks flaming with indignation. "All right, you've had your perverted fun. Now get out! Leave us alone!"
"I will, if that's really what you want ... ."
"I do! I do!"
"But if Gary and I go, we'll see to it that your husband get a copy of those pictures and learns all about you and his brother."
"No!" Marylynn hissed with horror. "You wouldn't!"
"And," he continued, a treacherous grin on his face, "I'll sell the pictures to a distributor of erotic magazines, and your daughter will end up being the star of the whole country."
"No! Not Kathy! You wouldn't do such a thing!"
"Well, that's what we came over here this morning to discuss. I can make a lot of money with them, and I will, but I thought I should give you the opportunity of making it worth my while not to. It's the only fair thing to do, don't you agree?"
A ghostly tremor rippled over the lovely young mother as she stared with disbelieving eyes at the Corens. Her throat and lungs constricted tightly, and she knew that there would be no use trying to plead with them.
"Do you still want us to go?"
"No," she said softly, in a strangled voice.
"That's better, Much better. Any suggestions about the pictures?"
"How ... how much do you want?" she managed to gasp. "I don't have much, but I'll pay what I can...."
"Not money," Gary Coren grinned knowledge-ably. "You can pay Dad another way."
Marylynn stared at the boy and then back at his father for a long moment, dread filling her body. Those pictures would be the ruination of her child, and if her husband found about Roger, he'd never believe her if she denied it. She was going to be forced to submit to this handsome but bestial man in exchange, and she would, she knew. Once it was over, then maybe she and Kathy could make an effort together to face life ahead in a normal way.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said to Marcus dully.
"Ah, you hit it right on the head, my dear," he snickered. "And you will, won't you? To protect yourself and your darling daughter."
The woman left the question unanswered, keeping her eyes averted. She couldn't bring herself to say the despicable words. "I ... want the pictures first," she said.
"No," the man said sharply. "Afterwards, Mrs. Hess. After all, they're my one insurance that you'll perform as ordered."
"How ... how do I know you'll give them if I do?"
"Oh, you can trust my Dad," Gary said.
Marylynn's mind tried to formulate thoughts, but was unable to. She had little choice, she saw that clearly, and after one pleading look at her daughter, she looked down at the floor as if frozen in her torment and agony.
"Hurry up and decide," Marcus demanded. "Hurry up and either tell us you won't, in which case we'll leave, or...."
"Or what?" Kathy interrupted, terrified.
"Or else your lovely mother takes her robe off right here and now." He snickered devilishly. "You're already naked, my pet."
Obediently, but tight-lipped, Marylynn stood at the side of the bed, and opened the robe, letting it flutter in a useless heap to the floor at her feet. She stepped from it, her stomach tied in a hard knot, for she was entirely naked in front of her own teenage daughter and two lusting males. She'd never felt so exposed in all of her life, and a burning wave of shame washed over her, in spite of a vow to regain the photos at any cost.
"Let's ... let's go to another room," she said shamefully.
"What's the matter with right here?" came the crude answer from Marcus. "You, little girl. Throw that sheet off of you. I want to see all of your sweet little cunt again."
"No, Kathy! Don't do what he says!" Marylynn cried. She turned back to the man, begging: "I'll do anything you want, but leave my daughter out of this! She's only a child!"
"I'd say she's weathered this better than you have, Mrs. Hess," the boy said with a lewd grin. "Besides, Dad hasn't fucked her yet. In the cunt, that is!" he added with a small amused giggle.
"Do it," Marcus ordered harshly. "Do it, both of you, or by God, I'll do what I said I'd do!"
"No ... No ... ." she mewled, but Kathy was already moving the sheet aside.
"Yes, Mother. We don't have a choice. It would kill Dad if he ever found out about this, and I can't let that happen." She spread out on the bed, openly inviting with her full, peaked breasts, slender legs and thighs, and sparse golden pubic curls. "Besides, I'm no better than you, as I told you, and if you can do this for me, I can do it too."
"Damned right you can. And for a beginning, I want you two back on the bed together, only this time I want you to play with each other and get yourselves hot!"
Marylynn gasped at the perverted command. Not only was this horrid blackmailer wanting them to commit lesbianism, but incestual lesbianism! She regarded Kathy once more, sniffing with tiny parched sobs as she studied her teenage daughter's breasts with their hard, pebble-like nipples, and then lower, to the thin, hair-lined lips of her so recently fucked vagina and the dainty little clitoris which nestled so innocently between the wet, pink folds.
"Kathy ... my darling...."
"Do it!" Marcus ordered loudly.
The voluptuous, tear-stained woman went to her blonde-haired daughter, and felt the young arms go around her naked body as she lay down beside her on the covers. They stared momentarily into each other's pain-flecked eyes, seeking solace in them, and Marylynn knew that indeed, they were alike, caught by their mutual needs, love, and enslavement. She tried to blot out the hoarse urgings coming from Gary Coren and his lusting father, finding that holding the lovely girl close to her made things a little less shameful, a little less terrifying for them both, and she prayed that together, they might fight to hold their sanity through this long ordeal.
Marcus was already undressing, and as he slipped out of his pants his cock leaped into swollen hardness before him. He said: "Now, start sucking each others cunts and titties, you bitches!"
They pressed their breasts together feeling the grazing touch of their nipples. Gary, following his father's lead by stripping off his shirt and pants, added: "Yeah, Kathy. You love your mother ... well, now's the time to prove how much!"
Slowly Kathy pressed the soft young flax of her pubic hair into the other cuntal triangle, arching her back and moaning in the bitterness of what she was having to do. She kissed, kissed the way she would have kissed Gary, and to her surprise the soft lips which were pressed to hers proved to be enticingly sweet, and in spite of her guilt, she fluttered her tongue into her mother's mouth. Marylynn stiffened as she felt the tiny wet tongue break through her hot, moist lips, but she resolved that if Kathy could go through with this, then she could as well, and she sucked the pink, trembling tongue and ran her fingers over the fresh, firm flesh, touching naked breasts and nipples. The two of them squirmed nakedly together on the bed, locked in their lewd embrace, and Kathy placed her hand on one round, quivering buttock, lightly tracing tantalizing ringers across white trembling skin. The hesitant woman in her arms gasped, and hugged Kathy still tighter, molding a breast in her kneading hand, and trembling with the perverted forbiddenness of the incestuous act.
"That's it! That's it!" the naked man prompted.
"More! More!" his excited son chorused.
Spurred on by their sex-crazed demands, Kathy and Marylynn caressed each other's breasts and thighs until they were both feeling unwanted throbs of sensations and their nipples were like four hardened stone chips biting into the other's flesh. The mother could feel warm fresh breath on her face, and her mind cried out in a futile gesture of anguish, but her hands continued to roam of their own volition, down from the hardened breasts to the fevered young hips, and the moist covering of pubic hair around Kathy's thin young pubic slit. Oh, God ... Oh God ... She sought out the pink, wet vagina even before she totally realized what she was doing, and she heard a groan of undeniable pleasure as she stroked the burning flesh with her extended middle finger.
In return, Kathy located her mother's hard, throbbing clitoris and teased it, rubbing it around and sliding her other fingers up and down the wet valley of the moistly open cunt. Her mind revolved like a whirlwind from the lancing spasms she was feeling, and the erotic stimulation she was getting from the way the teasing manipulations of her middle finger were stirring her mother's blood.
Gary drooled on the bed as he watched the voluptuous young mother and her teenage daughter fondle each other's warm wet pussies, and he glanced over, grinning lasciviously at his father", who was also reveling in the lewd display, his hand stroking his penis lightly.
"God, Dad," he groaned, "Make them suck each other's cunt!"
"Sure, son," the man said, panting obscenely. "Okay, one of you get on top of the other and start licking cunt!"
"Nooooo," Marylynn mewled. "I can't do that to my own daughter! It's not right!"
"I will, Mother ... ." Kathy moaned. "I'd rather do it with you than either of them, anyway ... ." She began to slide away, giving a shuddering whimper of obedient acceptance, and Marylynn raised her head to watch in helpless dread as the trembling little girl moved around on all fours. She didn't think that Kathy would do it, even though she'd volunteered, but then she saw her turn upside down, open her legs and straddle her breasts, positioning her luscious moon-shaped buttocks over her face, and press her knees tightly into her, her own mother's helplessly quaking sides. Looking up through disbelieving eyes, she could see all of her young daughter's pinkly throbbing crevice from the tiny, hairless puckered ring of her anus to the tender, fleece-fringed folds of her wetly gleaming vagina.
Kathy had always considered oral love as abhorrent, but after being forced to suck Gary's father's cock last night, she'd had to reconsider the use of her mouth. She recalled how wonderful Gary's lips and tongue had been on her cunt ... and perhaps she could give her mother some of the same delightful feeling now as a way of showing her love and appreciation. She sucked in her breath and gazed downward at the softly curling fleece and the enticing pink flesh which was sparkling with droplets of moisture that she knew had been caused by the tough of her fingers moments before. Then she breathed in the musky perfume of her open pussy, and she quivered excitedly. She dipped her head, flicking out her tongue and teased the flesh valley spread before her, and heard a mewl of unwanted reaction and felt a lifting of buttocks off of the bed. Spurred on by this response, she eased her tongue inside the wet, tingling cleft and found to her shock and delight that her own body was receiving a similar stimulation just from the delicious contact, and she lashed out everywhere, her pink tongue and lips locking onto and hungrily invading her mother's cunt. The girl forgot in her excitement the inherent wickedness of her actions, as excitedly, she excitedly swirled her tongue around in the sweet ambrosia of slippery female juices that gushed from the inflamed pussy below her.
Marylynn gasped and twisted her body from side to side, unable to stop the salacious passions which were involuntarily flowing up from the wildly quivering cavern of her vagina. She pleaded for her daughter to stop feeling that it would soon be too late....
"Oh no ... No, Kathy, that's enough! No more! I ... I can't stand it! Ohhhhh!"
But Kathy refused to stop, burrowing even her nose in her mother's open loins, and the tormented woman beneath her was forced to admit that it was too late now, and she was not just enduring and capitulating, but was starting to actually enjoy the incestuous licking of her naked cunt. She was shamefully aware that she was no longer able to break the nibbling contact and insanely tonguing mouth, her vagina responding instead with an uncontrollable desire for more. Her momentary pleas for respite died abruptly in a strangle of a sob and a sigh, and her body convulsed with the lascivious sensation of having her cunt sucked by her own daughter.
She gazed at the naked triangle of the young pubic mound undulating hotly above her, and at the swollen young pussy lips of the girl who was kissing her, and the sight was weirdly sublime to her now. She brushed her fingers along her daughter's trembling little belly, saw the lubrications seep from the thin vertical slit, and was salaciously excited by it, more excited than the thought possible. She let her hands rove freely then, the skin feeling so warm and satiny to her, though she still couldn't find it in her to raise her head and lick into the pulsating crest of innocent young fleece that was so invitingly open to her. She couldn't....
Yet Kathy slavered on with undaunting passion, purring now in wetly muffled tones of delight, and it was too much not to react to. The vanquished woman found that to her wonderment that the more she was kissed and licked down between her own widespread thighs, the more she was drawn to the visibly throbbing little cunt above her, and at last the rising temptations were too much to ignore. She groaned aloud and voluntarily raised her face and let her mouth tangle with the light wisps of pubic curls with an almost spastic urgency. Guilt and shame surged through her for a fleeting moment as she kissed and tongued, but it was overridden by the wonderfully fresh young taste and her love-her physical love-for her child, and she buried her face hard up in the softly waiting pussy, feeling it respond by pushing demandingly downwards. She licked wetly glistening trails all the way from the tiny anus to the clitoris, then taunted the tender, quivering hole that she's just seen in the pictures with a young virile cock sunk so deep up inside it.
"Ahhhhhh," Kathy moaned out. "Yes, Mother! Yes! Lick faster! Ohhhhhhhh, Mother!" She strained her young loins down with all of her strength, and salivated increasingly as she voraciously returned the sucking and licking, feeling as if she was being slowly disjointed with the swirling sensations coming from her belly and breasts. Every inch of her was being overcome by the lewdly rising spasms of lust and desire. No longer did she question the rampant sensations, but as she had the night before, acquiesced to them, groveling in their perverted wickedness as she sought mindlessly to reach a climax.
Her tortured mother's cunt below her grasped the wetly flicking tongue drilling into it, and her clitoris trembled from the driving teeth and lips. Her muscles flexed along her inner thighs, as her untapped, but now unrestrained emotions hurtled her further and further toward her orgasm. Yes ... yes ... she and her daughter, Kathy, were going to cum, cum together, by each other ... and there was nothing left in her to be ashamed or tormented. She was too lost in the splendid excitement of their expression of love and closeness to care about that or the two men who were watching with fascinated, greedy expressions. This was too magnificent ... too lovely to be bad!
"Jesus, Dad, let's fuck them both right now!" Gary Coren panted, rocking back and forth as if in pain. "I can't stand just looking any longer!"
"Yes! Yes, you're damned right, Son!" his father intoned in similar frantic tones. He chuckled lasciviously, his eyes like beacons of perversion. "Take the mother, Gary. Take her, because I haven't fucked that sweet little girl in the cunt yet!"
"Yeah ... ." Gary said. "like daughter, like mother, and I bet she's prime meat! Look how they're going at one another!" He staggered upright, moving closer to Marylynn. "I'll have her suck my cock, like Kathy sucked you, Dad. Yeah, that's what I'll have her do!"
"Fine!" The man's mind raced with different combinations of the lewd perversions they could commit on the two helpless females before them. "And I know what I want to do to the girl. I'll take her in the ass! My favorite way!"
"Nooooo!" wailed Marylynn, hearing them with shock and disbelief. "Do it to me that way if you have to, but leave Kathy alone!"
"Never, my pet," Marcus sneered. "Hell, that's about the only hole still virgin in her, after last night!" He hovered over the defenseless form of the tender teenaged girl, lusting with gloating eyes at the throbbing moistly glistening face. "Yeah! In the ass. I'll fuck 'er in the ass!"