Chapter 5
The first thing I did after the kids had introduced me to the terrain, was to use the knowledge for myself.
I did my own searching and roving about. I learned that house better than anyone. Even better than Kenny.
And he knew the mazes better than anyone. He had grown up in this house with his sister and explored every nook.
But I had the advantage of being used to the art of survival. Mother and I had roved the streets together for what had seemed like an eternity.
That knowledge was very useful in this house. I was like a cat, and he was like a dog. Therefore, my advantage was in speed and quickness; his was strength.
A good nose. Kenny had a nose that was like an antenna. He could smell something coming down from miles away. But I was always there first.
Often, we would meet together up in the lofts just as Randy was beginning to take her clothes off and start another one of her lusty jerk off sessions.
Some of them often brought the roof down. She would become an inflamed bitch at times. She took to fucking herself with a homemade dildo she had mastered.
It was really a bottle of hand lotion, the neck of which swooped up into just the perfect shape for insertion. It was shaped exactly like a dildo.
Randy loved to shove this thing up her cunt. She would first twirl the rounded end of it on her clit and then work it along the crack of her gash.
She would use it to tease open the lips of her pussy, and then when her pink hole was dripping wet, she plunged that fucken thing well-deep up her chute.
Kenny and I would be amazed at her agility of movement. She would brace her ankles on the bed and raise up her ass and sway her hips into the plunging dildo.
All the while I was sucking Kenny's cock. He would be standing and I on my knees, kissing, nibbling and gently sucking his blood gorged pecker.
I rubbed the bulbous cock head on my face and cheeks and then poked it along my swollen nipples. As I did this I watched Randy's antics fervently.
Her wanton lust would have me at my wits end. The massive throbbing cock at my disposal raised my passion all the more. Kenny let me do anything I wanted.
I could do anything with his cock and that was fine with him. As time went on we tried all sorts of things. But I liked sucking him and watching the best.
The house was like a showroom of pornographic spectacles, with each duct and grating giving us a full view of whatever sexual conduct was ensuing down below.
Sometimes, while Randy was fucking herself in her bedroom, my mother would be jerking off in hers, and at the same time the Carter's were fucking like dogs in theirs. Me and Kenny would shoot from chute to chute to try and catch all the best parts. We became very adept at acting like mice and nobody suspected a thing.
And all the while that we would be running through the rooms and ducts and back and forth and every which way imaginable, I would be pulling on his cock.
Sometimes we would get real worked up and strip ourselves naked and go running through the maze in our fevered condition catching all the shows.
All the while I kept a firm grip on his cock, and as soon as we got where we were going, I would bend to my knees and suck his cock into my mouth and watch the spectacle.
Kenny would get crazy with passion and his cock would get hard as iron. He would be so beside himself with heat he would really not know what to do. He would try to jerk himself off but the foreskin was too tight. His staff was so engorged that he needed me to suck him off in order to come at all.
Mother was a particularly lewd sight when she decided to jerk off. Being the lusty bitch that she was, she really got into it and even howled in passion.
Kenny would get really worked up watching her. Those tits of hers left him awe-struck. They were massive globes of flesh that nearly bugged his eyes to bursting.
Her nipples fascinated him. He licked his lips from the mere sight of them and I could feel his cock lurch in my grip as he stared them up and down.
Mother tweaked those things hard, even pinching them, so fiercely that Kenny and I really expected her to draw blood. But her body was supple, and giving.
Her flesh was like creamy mounds of clay. When she spread open her legs her lovely gash was already twitching in anticipation of her pawing.
A few hearty scratches of her clit with her long sharp fingernail preceeded her finger's entry inside her pink hole. She gasped, and her cunt lips formed around it.
She immediately started up a fearsome rhythm, beating her open palm into her swollen clit while her finger wriggled from side to sidein her deep well.
I already said that mother had a cavernous cunt, and nothing is more exciting than watching her pull on the large folds of her cunt lips when they are wet.
She can stretch those lips far out from her pelvis. They look like red fleshy webs made of cunt meat. She can wrap those lips around her fingers.
Sometimes, she is so inflamed with passion, that with her legs spread wide and slightly raised, her cunt gaping, she actually ties those lips together.
She gets herself quite worked up when she does that. It looks like she has two clits, each throbbing of their own will and intensely pulsing with passion.
Soft moans one after the other rush out of her oval-shaped lips. Her dark eyes are lust crazed, and soon her rocking spasms untied the cord she has bound.
Her cunt lips part and her cunt flies open. Her pink hole has flowered open and sweet cunt juice is flowing out of her. She pinches her clit hard and gasps.
Four fingers dart quickly up her roost while the thumb nail keeps on scratching the clit. Her other hand is on her tits, forcing her nipples into her mouth.
I look at Kenny's poker and it is mean looking and bloated. The cock head is pure purple. I touch it and sigh when I find it to be as hard as cement.
I touch the pole in my hand and it is at once hard as metal and buring hot. Yet it throbs on my fingertips. I grab it fiercely and thrust it in my mouth.
I suck on the cock h?ad with my cheeks drawn in. My tongue is flicking at lightning speed all over the rounded tip. My lips encircle and suck the cock head rim.
Kenny begins working his tool in and out of my mouth. He sways gently from side to side while gingerly easing the cock head back and forth.
I am pleasantly sighing after every sweet plunge of his cock. My sounds are soft moans of contentment just like a purring cat or properly fed baby.
I hum my little turn and enjoy the lovely feel and taste of his massive hunk of meat. As he works his cock, I open and close my lips and snap on the head.
Kenny can either watch his cock being tenderly sucked by my loving mouth, or watch mother writhe on the bed mauling her tits and angrily fingering her cunt.
I watch mother as she rolls over on her side and parts her asschecks to bare her bunghole. It buds open and the cool air hits it making her sigh.
Kenny sees this and his cock twitches. He must move it faster in and out of my mouth. As mother's finger probes around the rim of her brown hole, he gasps.
Our four eyes are riveted on her finger playing with her ass. She knows just how to tease it with the tip of her finger and her nail so that it blooms open.
It flowers before us and now we can see the tender pink insides. Mother gasps as her long nail leads the way up her chute. She must suck on a nipple.
Her free hand had been working her gash but now cups a bulbous tit and plants the red-hot nipple into her wet, sucking mouth. But now her cunt is bare.
Her free hand has a hard time answering her desire. She cannot cup her tit and strum her clit simultaneously, unless she removes that deep finger from her ass.
And that's the last thing mother wants to do. In fact, one finger is not enough. Her fingers mad workings deep up her ass had enlarged the hole for another.
We see her take her free hand and stretch her fabulous assmound wide apart and then that second finger dives deeply up the tract. Her moan is from the pit of her stomach.
She has decided where her free hand can serve her best. She takes a nipple into her mouth and holds that tit in place by biting hard into her flesh. She is experiencing both pain and pleasure. Her ass hole is spasming around the racing invasion of her two plunging fingers, her nails digging into her guts.
With her teeth holding the nipple in place her tongue is flicking like mad over the blood gorged tip. Her free hand feverishly strums her throbbing clit.
Her eyes are not visible. Only the whites of her eyes show through half closed slits. She moans though the nipple as a spasm builds up into full orgasmic waves.
As she comes her loins begin their convulsions. All her sensitive parts seem to be shining a beet red. Her flesh is jiggling, her bones vibrating.
Her moan dies out like an engine being turned off now that the current has been turned off. Kenny's pole is hard, large, and like hot iron in my hand.
We race though the mazes in record time to catch the next feature. I lead the way with Kenny's pecker in my hand pulling him along with me from behind.
My hair is flowing in the breeze. I can feel his dangling sac of balls bouncing up and down along the base of his staff. My tits, too, are bouncing.
Nude as the day we were born, and infinitely more horny, both of us finding it hard to stifle our giggles from her obvious glee, we find our way.
My cat-like instincts tell me which avenue to take. We crawl along a shaft and I must let go of his staff but feel it burning against my calf.
Then we fly up a short flight of stairs and then back down another flight. All the time I am gripping his pole. It is as hard as ever, and makes a perfect handle.
I am heading for Randy's room. I know that the Carter's are fucking but I have a feline intuition that she's got something real heady brewing.
like two little munchkins, giggling and squealing with joy, we run the length of a corridor. The last hurdle complete, we stop, and out of breath, I fall to my knees.
Before I can catch my breath I make sure that Kenny's pole is in my mouth. I do this even before I turn my eyes to see what sort of devilry Randy's cooked up.
Our frantic efforts are rewarded. My catty sense has proved correct. Randy is hot as a firecracker on top of the bed on her hands and knees.
She is holding her dildo-bottle in one hand and trying to split her cheek and put the bottle into her ass. It is an impossible maneuver, and she gets frantic.
Every time she is about to insert the dildo, her cheek snaps back in place and her effort is thwarted. And a shame too, for the hole is budded open.
There is only one way for her to get that bottle up her ass and that is to use both hands. But then her ass-hole is not stretched open and entry is more painful.
Her face is mashed into the bed and supporting her weight. One hand splits open a cheek while the tip of the bottle probes her sweet brown hole.
She cannot find the proper leverage to insert it just yet. But her hot probing have her all worked up anyway. Her cunt is gaping and dripping with juice.
Her clit is swollen and dangling out from the lips. I can see it twitching even with my bleary eyes. Finally she as success. The tip of the bottle is in.
It is a painful process but she is enjoying herself. Her buttocks spasm from her sweet poked hole and she waits for it to die down and concentrates on her clit.
While her loins become used to the invasion she busies her clit with her tweaking fingers. She does not probe her pink hole due to the protuberance up her ass.
But by gently stroking the clit and lips she can send her cunt to glowing and thwart her pain with waves of pleasure. Her moans take on a definite lusty edge.
She dares to probe the bottle a little deeper inside her tract. She parts a cheek with one hand and gripping the base of the bottle with the other she pushes it forward. She grunts, but the dildo-like bottle neck is nearly all the way in her guts. Once again her flanks spasm and convulse, and we can see her puckered hole quiver.
It is quivering around the neck of the bottle like it is trying to draw the rest of it inside her. The pink rim of flesh is stretched thin as it forms around the bottle.
As she moves it in and out of her tract, the rim of her ass takes on a definite pink texture. Its crimson color rivals the emblazoned lips of her fiery red slit.
I can't see how the little darling can stand the grand protuberance in her small opening. Neither can my boy, for his cock throbs so badly it is hurting him.
It has regained that pole-like quality that it had when we were viewing my mom do herself. I suck more of his cock into my mouth and lap all around it with my tongue.
The little vixen is jumping her knees off the bed. She had one hand on the bottle and one running frantically up and down her gash as her nipples press into the bed.
With all her sensitive parts accounted for, she is bucking backwards to her own blows. She-likes to withdraw the head and play with it along her expanded ass-hole rim.
The hole remains parted from the way she had been plunging the instrument in and out of it. She can ring the pink rim of flesh just inside the budded opening with the bottle end.
She manages to venture a few fingers up her gash, now that the bottle up her ass feels so good and has set her ass to glowing. Both holes are stretched and contorted open.
Each contains a fearful intruder that, mad with passion, feverishly darts in and out of them. I take Kenny's cock and fondle it between my more-than-ample tits.
The cock head burns into my flesh. I rubbed it with my soft palm and give it one final kiss before I run it up and down my cleavage and mash my tits around it.
I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Kenny. Even Randy's body is beginning to turn me on now that I've seen her writhing in action, and about to come.
I was concerned that I would have trouble with her. But now I can see iier weakness. She is a chronic masturbator like me, and needs a lover badly.
I remember being oversexed at thirteen or so and acting just like her. I couldn't wait and decided to get fucked right then and there. I took up an offer.
But for Randy it had been different, cloistered like she was in her father's rich man's hideaway. The maze gives one a rat-like disposition.
She sat on the bed with the bottle in her ass and drove it especially deep up the chute of her ass. Kenny and I were both astounded by her wanton behavior.
Her fingers continued to strum fiercely in and out of her cunt. She pulled the lips apart, angry-looking red that they were, and stroked her swollen clit meanly.
She was sucking in air and then gasping with deep breaths. Her low moans were throaty and from the pit of her stomach. She knew no restraints in her state.
She was determined to bring herself to a shuddering climax that would once and for all assuage her sexy desires. Her orgasm strove to be monumental.
She kept forcing the bottle up her ass by sitting on the bed and bobbing herself up and down. Her fingers rubbed her clit before diving deep into her snatch.
Kenny's cock burned inside my mouth. I sucked mainly on the cock head curling my tongue underneath it and pressing it to the roof of my mouth.
With cheeks sucked in I drew on it hard. Kenny's moans warned me to back off-jest I bring his hearty dick to a premature climax. One more spectacle awaited us.
Randy's piercing sigh at the top of her lungs signalled the end of her rapturous climax. We watched her eyes roll in her head, and then left her.
Bolting through the rooms and corridors at a frantic pace, my hand pulling his cock the whole time to hasten his pace, we arrived at the proper grating.
As we gazed through this grating, a lewd scene was just about to transpire. It involved Mr. and Mrs. Carter, and promised to be the wildest sight yet.
My cohort and I assumed our position of him standing above me and I knelt beside him to suck his cock, both our eyes riveted on the fun to come.
Mrs. Carter had dressed herself in a seductive outfit. She wore a black corset that fit tightly around her waist and bared her ass and tits.
Her tits hung out above the braless front, her nice nipples swollen to ripeness and as inviting as sweet cherries. Her black-haired gash was glistening wet.
To accentuate this garment, Mrs. Carter wore a pair of very high black spike heels. A pair of black nylon stockings clung tightly to both her curvous legs.
Mr. Carter's pecker was out of his pants. He had opened the zipper and was pulling them down. In one hand he held a small, whip-like cane that was black and shiny.
Kenny and I brimmed with anticipation as to what his father was going to do with that whippy cane of his.
Mrs. Carter didn't look to sure as what to expect herself. Her pretty blue eyes were bugging out of her head.
When he sent that cane whishing through the air, four more eyes bugged out of their sockets-mine and Kenny's.
On hands and knees, Livinia crawled on the bed.