Chapter 7
"What's the matter with mother?"
Paul Beauchamp was taken completely off-guard by the abruptness and directness of his son's question. And though he'd understood it clearly enough, he felt obliged to stall for time.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, She's not herself. She's not even here. And she wasn't here yesterday. And ... Jesus, Dad. You know what I mean."
"I guess she just can't stand the shock of you coming here with ... Lys." Paul wondered what his wife would think if she knew that at this very moment Lys was sunbathing naked in their patio, or if just yesterday he'd fucked her right there in that patio while Katherine was running her errand in Albuquerque. But strangely, today he didn't give a goddamn. He was tired of the whole damned mess, of the nights of scuffling with her frigid body, of living a vegetable's married life. Yesterday with Lys seemed to have opened his eyes.
"I guess I shouldn't have brought her," Tom said bitterly. "I should have dropped her in Albuquerque and come up here just for a couple of days, alone. But I wanted mother to accept me as I really am not the castrated All American dream boy she wanted. I think we'll probably leave a few days early. This isn't doing any good."
"Don't do that," Paul said, and instantly thought he'd spoken too quickly. He waited for a moment, but Tom didn't seem to have noticed anything. "I mean, give her a few days to adjust."
"Yeah, maybe," Tom sighed, rising. "I think I'll see if Lys has anything she wants to do and if she doesn't I'll go play a few games of pool in town."
"Yeah ... why not?" Paul said, looking away guiltily as he seized the hope that he'd get a chance to repeat yesterday's episode with his son's teenage young girlfriend.
He waited, on edge, reading the paper but paying no attention to the words, until Tom came back.
"She says she doesn't." Paul's son shrugged, perhaps uncomfortably. "Guess I'll see you later, Dad."
"Yeah, sure."
Paul listened to the rumbling as the Volkswagen engine started, then heard it back out of the drive and move away. The sound grew gradually softer, at last inaudible. He waited a couple of more minutes, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he imagined the sight of the lovely blonde body stretched out naked and waiting in the warm sun. He'd been anticipating this possibility ever since Katherine had said she was going into town to visit one of her girlfriends for the afternoon. Actually, he'd anticipated it since this morning when he'd decided not to go to the office, where by all rights he should be even though there was nothing that couldn't be put off until tomorrow. But Christ! Who could blame him after what he'd been through with Katherine, and after the fuck the little gal had given him yesterday?
Suddenly resolute, Paul tossed his newspaper aside and stood up. He paused for a moment, almost relishing the surety of his own determination. Then he walked out of the living room and back to the patio.
She looked as if she was asleep. Her eyes were closed, her golden face turned upward into the sun. Her arms were stretched out, palms up, to either side of her body to arch and part her small, firm and naked breasts. Her thighs were just a few inches apart, just enough that he could see nestled in the thin, blondly curling pubic hair the soft shadow of the line of the slit of her fragrant young cunt.
It was as beautiful a sight as he'd ever seen in his life, a pose of flawless pulchritudity in innocent, open and unreserved surrender. As though loath to disturb the beauty of a last sanctuary of virgin nature, he tip-toed onto the tile, toward her, avoiding her lovely body with his very shadow until he could come to a halt near her feet.
She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the bright sunlight, and looked up at him.
"Care to join me again?"
"In the bedroom," he said tersely.
An intrigued smile crept over her face.
"All right," she said after a moment. "I'd like to get fucked in Tom's mother's bed."
She got to her feet with his assistance, picked up the towel she'd lain on, and walked with him naked to the bedroom. As he watched the gentle flowing motion of the movement of her firm naked hips, the long blond hair swishing against the curve of her lower back, Paul again felt the appreciation and jealousy for his son. But his guilt was fading, replaced by a cool, seething anger. He was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked in her life. He was going to fuck her for Tom, and for Katherine his frigid wife. He was going to fuck her for all the years he'd wasted. He was going to summon forth all the frustrated energy that had lain almost dormant in him.
He closed the bedroom door and as a rather useless precaution threw the latch, then he urged her over to the bed. As Lys rec-lined on her back, pushing the pillows off to the floor out of then-way, Paul slowly undressed, unflinching and no longer hesitant before her eager watching eyes. His bashfulness from yesterday had gone. He tossed his shirt aside and in a single motion pulled off both his trousers and shorts. His cock, which was already bursting hard, was bent down by the gesture and sprang back upward to freedom like an unleashed catapult. He heard the girl's soft hiss of admiration and saw the eager red flush to her face, the wanton glassy look fill her eyes as she sensed his brutal lust. Languidly she stretched her lithe golden body in anticipation as he walked to the bed and sat down beside her, pausing to relish the flawless naked beauty for a moment before he leaned over slowly and touched his lips to the hot soft flesh of her belly, inches below her navel.
A soft moan exuded from her as she felt the moisture of his lips on her belly, as he dragged his tongue along the silken line of soft white down that extended from her navel to blossom suddenly into the flowering blonde patch of hair over her fragrant young cuntal lips.
"Yes, Paul," he heard her whisper, already a note of delirium in her voice.
He moved his head lower and felt her hand come to rest on the bare skin of his buttock, sending a tingling chill through him. Then he flicked his tongue out experimentally and felt her jerk and quiver slightly as it came into contact with the smooth moist flesh exposed between the narrow, thin slit of her vagina. He licked gently at the hardening little clitoris snuggled just above the tightly inviting little crevice, and he felt a sudden reinforcement of the sense of power with which he'd first approached her as he heard her low wail with her almost cracking voice, a sound of pleading and surrender he knew he would amplify many fold before he finished with her.
He took hold of the two outer folds of her vaginal flesh with his thumbs and spread the ragged moist edges of the moistly pulsating slit farther apart, pausing for an instant to gaze into the forbidden pink crevice before he lowered his head again and with his tongue traced a path up and down the full length of it. Hearing her breathing increase, feeling her hips begin to twitch spasmodically, he warmed to the task, thrusting his tongue in deeper, pulling her lips wider apart with his thumbs, his fingers tantalizing the soft erogenous zones on the tender inner flesh of her thighs. His sense of power grew with each of her soft pleading moans and he found himself consciously teasing her, holding her cunt apart with just the tip of his tongue inserted in its gasping entrance, waiting poised with it as she squirmed and pleaded, holding himself back until the last instant, then flicking it in again and sending a violent, ecstatic shudder through her body.
Almost as an afterthought to the act as he performed it, he mused that he'd never even licked his own wife's pussy, just as she'd never sucked him. He'd tried. He'd pushed her head down one night a very long time ago, but had yielded to her refusal when he felt her body recoil in revulsion. On more than one other time he'd kissed down the lovely warm flesh of his wife's belly, to the hot sweet skin of her thighs, but always she'd tugged him upward or voiced a vocal protest that had quelled his desire to pay her this homage, to show her the joy it could afford. But now, as he felt his son's young voluptuously built girlfriend squirm beneath him, heard the soft moans and cries that issued wildly from her lips, he could hardly imagine how he could have let his wife go through her life without experiencing this, without knowing the joy of yielding up all of one's body without reservation for the pleasure of their mate or partner.
The groans and twisting increased until he pressed his head forward and thrust his tongue out lizard-like, sinking it deep in the wet opening of her pussy. There was a weird, soulful cry from her lips and then a slow, set grinding of her loins up against his face. Her hand slid between his buttocks, softly caressing his scrotum, and then he felt her begin to tug his own lower half up toward the head of the bed. Suddenly understanding, he climbed astraddle her, never lifting his face from her wet, gyrating crotch, he held himself poised in a crouch over her until he felt her fingers caress the sensitive, bursting head of his penis, and guide it to her lips as he lowered his body on her face. He gulped, making a loud slurpy sound in her pussy as he felt his cock slide between her lips and shoved it quickly almost to the back of her throat, nailing her head down on the bed with it and rewarding her for that humiliation with an even deeper hungrier flick of his tongue in her wet, coppery-tasting young pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned, almost unintelligibly around the hot fleshy shaft that filled her mouth and stretched her lips wide. Beneath his loins she began to bounce her head up and down in time with the lunging motion of her loins upon his own tongue. He braced himself on his elbows, slid his hands down beneath her thighs at the clefts of the smooth rounded globes of her buttocks and pulled her crotch up tighter into his face. He could feel tiny dewdrops of moisture forming against his cheeks on the edges of the soft blonde hair that surrounded his lips. He nipped gently with his teeth into the soft fleshy folds surrounding the excitedly widening hole and reveled in the muffled squeal it brought from her. His tongue slavered on and on in the moistness of her loins, increasing little by little in speed and depth until he brought her whole body into absolute subjugation to the whims of his flicking tongue. And as he felt the tension building in her, felt her body yielding to the rushing demands of her desire, he intensified even more the vicious rape of her mouth until he was thrusting his cock in and out with a heavy jolting impact.
Then the sounds that issued from her throat and the sucking of her mouth and caress on his cock changed suddenly. The lunging of her hips became more intense and he felt her legs rise up around his neck and squeeze his face as if to tug his head deeper into her loins. Her hot soft thighs squeezed his ears like muffs and her hips began to jerk in a wanton circular motion as the fluttering waves of her rush toward climax engulfed her.
Then she squirmed her face away from his own loins, for a moment avoiding the invasion of his cock in her mouth, and cried in a soft, distant sounding and delirious voice: "Let's cum together! Like this."
"Yes," he almost whispered into her thrashing loins. "Let's cum together like this."
For the first time anyway. He knew he wouldn't have any trouble going again when they finished, maybe even several times the way he felt today.
Katherine knew she'd had it when she said that. It wasn't so much admitting it to them as admitting it to herself that was important. She'd been thinking about her son Tom when she had exploded into her first orgasm with Bill yesterday. And in her delirium then, as she licked the cum and her own vaginal lubricants issued in the act of adultery from his enormous, obscene cock, it had been with more than a mother's devotion that she'd thought about her son. And that was her real sin. This physical degradation and the lewd acts of the flesh she performed now were paled in the face of that sin of the mind, of that evil thought, that forbidden desire that though it could never be fulfilled was far more terrible than any of the hideous things she could do with her body for these people.
The realization crept over her, and with it a marvelous sense of freedom: so she no longer had to fight this. She could yield up almost joyously to whatever they had in store for her here. Because this was nothing compared to what was in her mind.
"You hear that, Jack?" Bill cried triumphantly. "She wants to take us all three on."
Mabel made an only half-felt cry of protest. Clyde, who still held her arms pinioned to the rug above her naked body, leaned over and kissed her, bottom-side-upwards, on the mouth. She opened her lips willingly, breathing in his strong, beer-flavored breath, letting his tongue snake greedily between her teeth. Again she shuddered as Bill's hand returned to her loins, teasingly spreading her slick vaginal lips, his body lowering between her thighs, his rigid cock teasing her soft, ready flesh.
Clyde lifted his face, looking hungrily into her half closed eyes. He wet his lips and swallowed hard. "Bill? I don't know if I can wait. How about I fuck her in the mouth while you're takin' care of her cunt?"
Bill paused, his cock poised before the twitching lips of her vagina. "How about that, babe? Both of us at once, all right?"
She said nothing, merely squirmed her body anxiously, thrashing her head from side to side in her longing, her hair whipping over her naked pinioned arms.
"Turn her loose," said Bill.
"Hey," Jack called from the couch. "Save a place for me, boys."
"Not until you finish here," Mabel squealed.
"Turn over," Bill said, withdrawing to a kneeling position between her thighs.
Clyde turned loose of her arms and instinctively she drew them down the length of her body, across the yearning flesh of her breasts, down her warm belly, brushing them both through the thick dampened tangle of pubic hair and shoving them between her thighs.
"Turn over," he told her again.
A sob of mingled pleasure and fear escaping her, she rolled onto her belly. Before her face, Clyde began to unbuckle his trousers.
"Up on your knees and stick that gorgeous curved ass of yours up in the air," Bill commanded behind her.
Abandoning herself completely as the desire consumed her body, she got to her knees, pushing her hips up invitingly and spreading her thighs wide behind. She gasped as she saw Clyde's long thin cock, already throbbing hard, pop into freedom in front of her face. Looking back beneath her arm, past her lovely hanging breasts, she watched Bill kneel behind her defenselessly exposed buttock cheeks. His cock looked somehow even larger and broader and more menacing than it had yesterday, and confused with her maddening craving, she found a chill of fear, fear that it would be too big, that in this humiliating, slave-like position it would go in her too easily and too deeply, that it would tear her apart.
Then she shivered as she felt it touch the naked tingling flesh of her buttocks. He bent downward, guiding it beneath her tiny puckered anus into the curls of her pubic hair, shoving just the tip of it into the slippery outer folds of the flesh of her cunt. His hands seized her flaring pelvic bones, pulling her backwards as the hard rubbery head shoved against the tight, elastic-like resistance. Then the resistance began to give way as inch by inch it wormed its way up between the slippery velvety walls of her cunt.
In front of her the one named Clyde pushed his own hardened length downward toward her mouth. A soft whimper escaped her and she rounded her lipstick-rimmed lips, flicked her tongue out cautiously to caress just the purple tip of it. Then she felt his hands seize her hair, pulling her face forward and thrusting it deeper into her mouth even as Bill behind her pulled backward on her loins to skewer her to the hilt on his heavily palpitating shaft.
"Aaaagh!" she cried, her thin, tensile-like lips stretching wide around Clyde's invading member, allowing him to thrust it farther into the warm saliva of her mouth, almost to the back of her throat.
Bill lunged forward ruthlessly, his loins smacking loudly back into her buttocks, and Clyde began a slow undulation of his own hips, the long cock sliding in and out of her mouth, one of his hands holding her hair to guide the movement of her head, the other crawling over her naked body, down beneath her arm to grasp one of her dangling breasts and tease and pinch at the already rigid nipple.
Bill began to rhythmically fuck up into her lewdly upraised vagina, filling her belly full with his giant cock, shifting about to alter the angle and strike new and even more sensitive areas deep inside her. His hands roved backward to her nakedly writhing buttocks, squeezing the soft vibrant flesh brutally, parting them so he could look down and watch clearly the repeated entry and retreat of his cock in her tightly clasping little pussy, and just above the place where it sawed into her, inspect the forbidden brown little hole of her rectal lips.
Katherine forgot the humiliation and degradation of being sandwiched between and fucked so brutally at the same time by these two crude men. It no longer mattered that she was allowing one of them to fuck her from behind in the same fashion she'd watched the dog fuck the woman on the screen moments ago or that the other one was using her mouth as a receptacle for his sperm-bloated cock, which only two or was it three now days ago had so repulsed and exhilarated her when she'd seen her own son doing it to his teenage girlfriend. Nothing mattered but the satiation of the raging desire that had driven her to her knees in total subjugation. Only a few minutes ago, as she'd lain pinioned on her back on the floor, her vagina twitching in the spasms of unfulfilled craving, it had seemed in her delirium that only one more touch, one more flick of his tongue into the gasping depths, would have been all she needed. Instead the desire was not appeased, but raged even more wildly, demanding more and more.
She began sucking the cock in her mouth in earnest now, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery lubricated head of it and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of obscenely flowing male semen. He head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking more desperately, feverishly, as if somehow this cock that filled her mouth functioned in tune with the larger, wider one that fucked rhythmically back into her vagina, as if she thought that somehow the ministrations of her lips and tongue on this one could prompt the other to the feat that would satiate her insane longing.
She felt Bill twisting about behind her, his fingers still kneading the sensitive flesh of her upturned buttocks, one of them flicking down to her vaginal lips to spread the moisture up over her anus. He pulled his cock almost out of her, causing her hips to quiver in desperation, then thrust it in even more viciously, the impact jolting her helpless body and causing her to do something with her mouth that made Clyde grunt in pain, then shove her penis even harder into her mouth, prodding all the way back toward her tonsils so she thought for a moment she would gag.
Suddenly she felt the tip of Bill's finger, slick with the vaginal juices he'd spread to her anus, circle teasingly around the tightly clenched little nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum, then with an abrupt thrust pop it into the first joint in her.
She gave out with a sharp cry, shaking her head and causing Clyde to squirm away from her reflexively.
"Oh, God, it hurts," she mumbled around the heavily bloated cock filling her mouth.
Then, with a long neat thrust, Bill, behind her, shoved his cock back into her hotly clasping cunt to the hilt, skewering her like an insect on the long brutal shaft. She grunted in pain and joy, sobbing, tears filling her eyes. Clyde pushed his cock back between her lips and again sank it almost to her throat.
She moaned and gurgled, her buttocks retreating as Bill's finger rotated around inside painfully, then inched slowly deeper into her tight rubbery rectum. Grunts of protest escaped from her tight stretched lips as he continued the digging and probing that for a moment completely obliterated the sensation of his cock in her vagina. She caught her breath, wriggling again away from the pain. Then miraculously it began to subside and again she was aware of the sharp, sensuous feel of the cock that now fucked rapidly in and out of her open pussy. In humble gratitude, she intensified the licking and sucking of her mouth and tongue on Clyde's hugely swelling maleness, and a suddenly altered twitching of his hips warned her that soon he would be losing control.
He groaned above her flaying head and she sucked more hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as she felt Bill fuck viciously in and out of her cunt, as his finger pulled at the tight ring of her anus, playing at will in the white fleshy confines of the wet, upturned crevice.
Clyde's cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. She groaned and continued her sucking desperately as she felt her own orgasm begin to come within reach, a rushing like a great wind that blew through her whole body and bent her like a feeble shaft of grass.
Her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm as she felt the spurts hit her throat, and swallowed the gushing sperm that kept spurting hotly into the warm flooding moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around it just below the head and held desperately to the twitching instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the rhythmically jerking tip. She wanted to suck it dry, and his groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort. The shooting continued, for an eternity it seemed, and when that had stopped and she felt the cock going flaccid in her mouth, she began to lick off the cum and saliva that covered it, beginning at the base and flicking her tongue into the tiny tufts of pubic hair, then moving hungrily back up the shaft to lick it there.
Behind her, Bill was still fucking with wicked abandon into her vagina and asshole, racking her body and causing it to contort from the pain of his loins smacking her buttocks. She heard strained animal grunts issuing from his throat and, knowing he was also going to cum, she clasped her vaginal muscles as tight as she could around his rapidly skewering rod, twisting and squirming her buttocks to increase her own sensations. She had to cum with him. She had to! There was no telling what degradation they would subject her to before giving her the satisfaction she had to have if she wasn't able to attain it this time.
"Don't stop fucking me," she wailed through sperm covered lips, letting Clyde's limp, cum-drained penis drop from her mouth. "Oh God, don't stop yet!"
She rocked backwards, skewering her anus even more deeply on Bill's thumb, shivering as she felt the fluttering tingling sensations course salaciously through her body. Then Bill suddenly groaned behind her and began a series of sharp staccato lunges that racked her whole slavishly kneeling form and ground even farther into her already stretched and filled cunt. She heard the sudden change in his breathing, felt the shaft seem to grow even larger and wider. For an instant he was still and she squirmed and wriggled in mad desperation. Then a blurring wave passed through her. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt the release burst over her and simultaneously sensed the final throbbing palpitations of his cock seconds before his own hotly jetting seminal fluids hosed thickly up into her hungrily welcoming belly.
Time stopped. There was a gap, from which she remembered nothing: only a dream-like recollection of screams and sighs, blurred drifting indefinable visions, the sharp burning sensation of pleasure so intense it hurt. Then she was laying face down on the rug, her hair spilled down over her head to hide her eyes, her hips still quivering lewdly and shamelessly into the air, and slowly Bill withdrew.
"Goddamn that was something!" Clyde said.
"Sure was."
She heard footsteps across the room and looking up she saw Jack, his socks and shirt on but his pants off, approaching her. She shook her head weakly and rolled onto her side.
"Oh God, no more, please! I've had enough!"
"The hell you say," said Jack, dropping to his knees beside her.
"I think I'm probably good for another round too," Clyde said contemplatively.
Another whimper of protest escaped her.
"What about you, Bill?" one of the men said.
"Just let me catch my breath."
"I'll start another movie," Mabel said.
"All right," grunted Jack. "Just don't break the goddamn thing."
"Go to hell."
Watery eyed, Katherine looked up at the three men, who now sat in a triangle around her prone, naked and quivering body. Resigned, she moistened her lips, faintly nodding her head in agreement.
"Just let me catch my breath too."
"Hell, you'll catch it soon enough," said Jack, reaching down to touch and explore her voluptuous, exposed breast.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the picture flash onto the screen, the same reel with the young adolescent boy in it that Jack had begun by mistake before they watched the one with the dog.
"Leave that one, Mabel," she said. "Please. I want to watch that one while ... "
Jack eyed her curiously for a moment, then laughed softly. "All right then. Let's move up to the couch so you can straddle me and see the goddamn kid good while you get fucked. Mabel, you can set in the easy chair and run the projector from there."