Chapter 3
When Ma and Don left the room, Jane huddled, crying on the floor. Her discarded panties were tangled around her feet. The cracked oilcloth flooring was rough, but its coolness offered a measure of relief to her blazing bottom.
Grace brushed her hand across the front of her husband and smiled at him.
"I guess you're kind of hot to trot, big boy," she teased. "I guess maybe you'd like to grab a hunk of what that little doll keeps in her pretty little panties."
"You're damn right I would, Grade." Surely, he thought, she isn't going to tell me to go ahead. He hoped that was what she had in mind.
"Well, big boy, I'll make a little deal with you." His eyes lit up at the promise of this unexpected windfall.
"What kind of deal?"
"Well, it's like this. You can have this pretty little, chick and do anything you like with her. Now isn't that a nice offer?"
"It sure as hell is, baby, but what's the rest of it?" He was obviously suspicious.
"The rest of it, Georgie honey, is that I have her first."
"You? What in hell are you going to do? Are you some kind of a queer or somethin?"
"There's nothing queer about it George. There are lots of nice games two gals can play together. Want to watch?"
"Hot damn. I'll say I want to watch."
"Then start watching, big boy, and by the time I'm finished with her you're going to be real ready. I'll be surprised if you can last more than ten seconds when you take over."
"Just get goin', baby, get goin'."
With a wide smile, Grace pulled her dress over her head. Wearing only bra and panties, she advanced toward the girl who sobbed with her head against the couch. Crouching beside her, she placed an arm around her gently. Her face brushed lightly against Jane's. She spoke softly, in a soothing whisper.
"Poor kid. That was an awful spanking you got, honey." Her hand moved soothingly down Jane's back, under the skirt, and cupped one hot cheek. The hand massaged gently, soothingly. She felt the woman begin to respond. Easily, she guided her onto the couch pulling the skirt free and raising it high on her back. She saw her husband's eyes glued on Jane's naked buttocks and knew that he was building to a fever pitch.
Her hand continued to rub gently over the spanked surface while her other hand moved lightly to the front of Jane's blouse. It too stroked smoothly, gently. When she became confident that the response was growing, she unfastened the top button of the blouse. The second button followed quickly. Her face pressed against the revealed flesh, her lips nibbled gently, her right hand continued to move easily over the inflamed buttocks.
There would be no resistence now. Confidently, she unfastened the other buttons of the blouse and drew it back to reveal the more than fully filled bra. Cupping the bottom of one cup, she raised it, exposing more of the milky-white flesh before covering it with her lips, sliding her moist tongue over the surface.
Jane did not protest as Grace slid the blouse off her arms and reached for the fastener of the bra. It snapped open and her deliciously rounded breasts bobbed free. Standing across the room, George saw this new revelation and hoped he could hold on long enough to get at her.
As she surrendered her having breasts to the eager mouth of the woman, Jane turned and saw George watching. She recoiled. Grace held her. "Forget about him, honey," she whispered, "he gets his kicks out of watching. It's just you and me baby, you and me." Her lips closed over the growing nipple again. She turned her face away from George and tried to lose herself in the eager, gentle caresses of the woman. It was working.
As he watched, George saw Grace's bra fall away. A minute later, her panties were sliding down her big thighs. She too was naked. Moving with quick, jerking motions, he too began to undress. Naked, he moved closer to watch the writhing bodies on the couch.
They moved slowly, with an erotic rhythm. As Jane lay on her back, Grace traced a line of wet kisses over her belly, kept moving down until her lips reached the beautiful juncture of the silken thigh. They parted willingly and the face moved closer, until it was lost from sight. Only the back of her head showed as she lost herself in the body of the other woman.
Her own body was moving so that, slowly, it straddled Jane. He saw the massive buttocks stand curved above the passion twisted face, then begin to sink. Eager hands rose to guide the plump cheeks, the big, smooth, parted thighs, eager lips reached to meet them. The two melded together in passionate embrace.
While he watched impatiently, he saw Grace draw her body tense for a moment, then relax with a heavy sigh. As she did, Jane began to go through the same movements. He approached them.
He tried to be gentle, but his movements were rough as he pushed Grace aside and took her place on the soft, perspiration bathed body. He moved between the still wide open thighs and guided his aroused maleness into her warm, moist body. His hands fondled her breasts roughly, his body arched and pumped like a stallion. His mouth covered hers. Her initial resistance dissipated. In spite of herself, her legs wrapped around him, her bottom heaved up from the couch, her arms wrapped around his broad back, fingernails raking the skin in passionate abandon.
For a long time, he lay on her, his breath pumping painfully through tired lungs, his pulses racing. She said nothing, she made no effort to push him away.
As she felt his nude, spent body heaving on her, felt their mingled sweat running in little trickles, she wondered what had happened to her. Why didn't I fight, she asked herself. Am I sinking as low as they are? Oh my God, what's happening to me?
She heard the bedroom door open, felt him clamber off her. Felt herself lying naked and exposed to the view of everyone in the room. She felt a little less concerned when she saw that both Ma and the ugly Don were also naked. She noticed that he was no longer aroused as he had been a little earlier. That made her feel a little sick. The sight of the older woman's flabby, naked body only added to the feeling of uneasiness.
Jane drew her legs together and twisted into a sitting position on the couch. She wanted to reach for her clothes to cover herself, but decided that since the others had chosen to remain naked, she would probably only draw attention to herself by dressing. It wasn't easy, but it could be tougher if she chose to be different.
"So her ladyship isn't a little virgin after all," Ma commented tartly. "You let George do it, but you wouldn't help poor little Don. How do you figure that, Miss Ritchbitch?"
Jane looked away and chose not to answer. She hoped she would get away with it.
"Leave her alone Ma," George interrupted, everybody's happy right now, let's leave it like that."
"Sure everybody's happy," she snapped back, "but I shouldn't have to do that for him when there are two other women in the house. Besides," she rubbed herself behind, "it hurt like hell."
George laughed. "If you can't take him, Ma, who in hell can?" Grace joined him in his laugh. Don watched as they enjoyed the laugh and joined them. It seemed like the thing to do. Ma looked angrily at them as they howled with glee.
"Some goddamn family I got," she spat.
"Yeah Ma," George taunted her, "maybe you should put us back where we came from and try again." He broke into a new burst of laughter. Grace joined him, slapping her fat rump as she bent over in enjoyment of the humor. Don Still wanted to be one of the group, so he went along with the expression of mirth.
The older woman stomped angrily out of the house. They watched her walk angrily through the back yard to the old outhouse. As they looked through the window, they saw a truck slow down on the dirt road across the field. The driver was obviously startled at the sight of the big woman walking naked through the yard, her fat buttocks jiggling with each step, her big breasts bobbing with the exertion of walking.
"Stupid old bitch," George hissed, "she'll never learn to wear clothes when she goes outside. People around here are goin' to think we're some kind of hillbillies." The thought horrified him. He couldn't have put it into words, but he felt they should maintain a sense of dignity. He didn't realize that the cards were stacked against that eventuality. A few minutes later, they watched her waddle back across the yard. On the return trip, her heavy breasts flapped even more than her buttocks had done when they were exposed to the other view.
When the old woman returned to the house, Grace and Jane wore bra and panties and managed to look even more nude than they had when they were naked. George wore his pants. Watching the others, even Don had managed to climb into his pants and look very satisfied with himself. He still divided his attention between the two females of excitement. Jane noted this and was less than delighted. It could only mean more trouble, she knew.
Her opinion was confirmed when Ma roared back into the house. "A fine family you are," were her opening words, "you won't help your poor little brother but you have your own fun." Her anger seemed to be directed mostly at George.
"Now hold your horses, Ma," he replied, "little Don here looks pretty happy to me. I think you done real good by him in there."
"That ain't like it should be and you know it," she retorted hotly. "A Ma shouldn't oughta hafta do that for no boy. If your Grace would take her pants off for him once in a while, there wouldn't be no trouble."
"Why Ma," Grace retorted with a sarcastic smile, "why didn't you tell me that's what you wanted. Here, Donny boy," she lowered her panties and wiggled at him, "is this all you want? Take a real good look Donny boy, it may make a man of you."
That proved to be too much for Ma. Nobody was going to tease her boy like that and get away with it. Moving with surprising speed, she picked up the flat stick off the shelf and, seemingly in the same motion, wrapped her left arm around Grace's bare waist. Grace waved her arms and emitted a string of curses but it was all in vain. Ma had her tightly wrapped and had no intention of letting go.
The stick whistled through the air and landed with a resounding smack across the tightly filled seat of her panties. Grace yelped and looked to her husband for support.
"Hot damn, Gracie baby, you sure do look right fine dancing like that. Give it to her Ma," he encouraged, "make her dance. Slap up that fat fanny, Ma."
The woman needed no encouragement at all. Grace's panties were lowered to the point where they covered the lower half of her plump bottom. Pausing for a moment, Ma lowered them so that both full cheeks were exposed to the sting of the improvised paddle.
"So you think it's big fun to tease poor Donny, do you?" slap ... slap...."Well take that ... smack ... and that ... smack ... and that. Let's see how you like being teased this way. Again and again the smooth stick slapped against Grace's smooth buttocks. Her cries and contortions only seemed to spur the woman on.
Naked, her huge breasts flapping, Ma danced the younger woman around the room, the stick beating out a weird rhythm across her round behind. The more she hurled curses at the woman with the stick, the more Ma slapped at her jiggling backside.
But if Ma was enjoying her exercise, Don was beside himself with pleasure. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Without taking his eyes off the tableau before him, he kicked them away and followed the spanking parade, his eyes never leaving the rounded cheeks which danced under the stinging slaps of the stick.
When Ma stopped for a moment to catch her breath, Don moved quickly. With surprising speed, he was pressing against the twisting, reddened behind. His hand fumbled for a moment, then, with a smile of delight, he rammed forward. Seeing what was happening, Ma cackled happily as she held the writhing woman under her arm.
"Go ahead Grace," she crowed, "do you like to tease little Don? Tease him now, Grade. Tease him."
Don had wrapped his arms around the woman's belly and had taken control of her from his mother. Seeing that he didn't need her help, she stood back and shouted words of encouragement to him. George sat back and laughed. It was as though it were the funniest thing he had ever seen. He joined his mother in shouting encouragement to the enraged man who worked like a dog.
Ma moved to the couch where Jane sat. Her voice carried no tone of anger now. "Tell me, Lady Jane," she cackled, "ain't that the damndest thing you ever seen?"
In spite of herself, Jane had become carried away by the pure animal drive of the man who clung to the fighting woman, his arms wrapped tightly around her belly, his body pumping with the powerful strokes of a piston. After a while, Grace stopped fighting. She stood bent, panting, her pendulous breasts swaying with the motion. Coarse, happy sounds broke from her throat.
Jane felt hard, rough hands moving over her thighs, felt her panties being slipped down, the eager hands became even more intimate. She permitted herself to be pushed down without a fight. The hands moved away now. First, she heard the eager breathing, then she felt it on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She felt the face press against her, seeking, hungry. She surrendered. She saw George standing beside the couch dropping his trousers. She knew he was waiting his turn. It didn't bother her at all. She just wanted the woman to work a little faster. Her fingers tangled in the woman's hair, drawing her even closer to her warm body. She felt the heavy breasts press and squirm against her belly. She was beginning to accept her captivity. Across the room, she saw Don pull slowly, reluctantly away from the woman who remained bent over in continuing anticipation. A moment later it was forgotten as she rose to a delightful peak of arousal, held for a moment, then crashed into an abyss of fulfillment.