Rhoda knew, as she rode toward home with Orville Hagerman and his kids, she had been within minutes of being caught, too, with Phil between her legs, fucking her. Back there in the brush when the police swooped in.
And Orville's tense attitude made it clear to her he was reflecting on the same thing. He had barely cleared out from where he had been with the school principal's young daughter-the same one her husband had gone to prison for screwing.
"How many were arrested?" she asked tersely, tone subdued.
"I don't think they were arrested," he answered in a monotone. "Too many prominent people in there with the you-know-who and three other girls. A couple of city councilmen, a doctor, a lawyer, the school head and a preacher."
"Whew. Lucky," she exhaled.
"Yeah," he murmured. And she knew he knew she had taken on his son in the weeds, so to speak. And he knew she knew about him, too. "God, people got, to be careful."
Rhoda smiled tremulously. He had used the general term "people", but his tone made it implicit he was referring explicitly to she and him. "How do people be careful in a thing like that?" she asked, feeling squeamish, referring to incest and messing around with minors as a 'thing'.
"Jesus Christ," he sort of exploded the words, in exasperation, implying condemnation of his own foolishness. "Not out in public, in the open like that-at a public picnic."
"In private?" she said.
Orville nodded, let his right hand fall to his lap, fingers idly caressing the long welt down his left pants leg. "In absolute privacy," he almost whispered, as if trying to shield their conversation from Doris and Phil who sat, slouched to either side of the back seat, in a land of sullen silence, not really listening. "Jesus, if kids talk. Mine, won't," he said, almost defiantly.
"Nor Vern," she whispered. "He won't." She wished she could be sure about the Ormand boys. And a chilly fear gnawed at her. "What will the police do? With the men and the girls?"
Orville shrugged. "Be a helluva scandal if it's pushed. The town of Shaffer can't afford it-not with those wheels involved. Drop it, more than likely."
Softly, she said, meditatively. "We just have to be careful."
"And damned private," he nodded affirmatively. And Rhoda knew he had no intention of stopping-with Doris-and what other young girls was he getting to.
What happened at the Shaffer Municipal Water Company annual picnic wasn't lost on the kids in town. As Orville had surmised, there were no arrests. But the Shaffer Sentinel, in its back pages, carried a veiled, lurid account of the raid. No names, though.
Rhoda Myles was surprised, but not astonished when, the next morning, Phil and Doris and the two Ormand boys appeared at the back door of the Myles house. They had read the Sunday morning paper, listened to the adults in the house discuss it. (Orville, before going fishing with another mechanic, had casually cautioned his youngsters again about the necessity of silence-and caution-clearly meaning their experiences with Rhoda.)
"The paper, what happened at the picnic yesterday," Yancy Ormand said, slightly pale.
Rhoda clutched the lapels of her robs together over her breasts and held the screen door open for thorn to enter, trailing after the Hagerraan kids and the Ormand brothers. "Want to talk about it?" she asked directly, bringing her coffee into the living room.
She sat in her customary chair and nodded agreeably when the four youngsters seated themselves on the floor in a semi-circle before her. "Vern," she called, figuring she might as well do a thorough job of explaining. And she spent an hour, and knew it was totally unnecessary to admonish them all again about the vitalness of silence-if there was to ever be any more of "that sort of thing". And they all nodded, needing no detailed explanation of what she meant.
The Ormand boys looked at each other. And it was clear in their eyes they weren't about to do or say anything, if the meant they'd never have another chance to see Mrs. Myles totally nude, have her let them fuck their peters in her and have her suck them off.
Doris and Phil exchanged mutual glances. And there was silent acknowledgement they sure wouldn't-even if Doris was only getting screwed and getting a cock to suck except for her daddy-well, except for that giant of a man the day before in the brush at the picnic.
"Well, you understand," Rhoda said quietly, confidence growing in her mind-along with a torrid heat in her loins that spread through her belly, into her rectum and upward to tingle and sparkle in the tips of her voluptuous breasts. Truly, she could see no apparent danger in sexing it up with these kids.
As she set down her cup on the arm of the chair, she was hotly aware she had relaxed, sitting with knees akimbo and the Ormand boys had tilted their heads in an effort to sneak a peek up between her legs. And Vern, too. She didn't know about his adventure Saturday afternoon and had no way of telling his attempt to get a glimpse of his mother's pussy was merely academic, natural.
The five kids were discussing their conversation and the paper as she went to dress-even though she would have given a "purty", as her old man used to say, to herd the boys, one by one-then all together into her bedroom and screw the juices out of them. Also, it would be an entertaining morning to watch all four boys romp with little Doris, see if the girl would balk at fucking them all, gang-bang style, and could handle all of them.
When she rejoined them, wearing a mini-dress, a slip she had shortened for such garments, panties and bra and sandals, the kids were sprawled in the center of the living room floor, playing some card game. For a few minutes, Rhoda stood over them, thinking-remembering the time a couple of years after she had married of her husband and her getting in a strip poker game. Well, there had been no swapping-everyone just content and excited at trying to get everyone else naked.
Yes, she remembered most of the rules-after these many years. And she could add a few rules of her own, now, as the game went along, if the kids were willing to play. She frowned. Doris was the only one she had any misgivings about.
She brought another cup of coffee and stood on her knees in the circle of youngsters. Yes, they all knew the fundamentals of poker. But she went over the rules-all those that were pertinent for her purpose.
"If anyone quits before the draw, he loses whatever he has put up to draw cards-ante," she said, shuffling the cards. There was a wiliness in all their eyes, then a flicker of excitement and daring when Rhoda said, "Okay, I put up my right sandal."
The boys quickly started to remove their right shoes. "Oh, no not necessary at this stage of the game. Leave your shoes on 'til you lose." And she dealt as Doris said meekly, "My right slipper."
"Remember," she smiled, "If you win a pot-or the others' clothes-you can't bet theirs back. Everyone always has to bet something of his own."
Quickly, she dealt five cards all around, amusedly aware the boys already were getting primed in their pants in anticipation of what was sure to come. "If you do win, though, you can keep betting the same shoe until you do lose-then you have to bet the other shoe." But what she was acutely interested in was getting the boys and Doris down to betting their underclothes. She planned, after everyone lost their shoes and socks that they would have to really put up everything else in the middle of the circle before cards were dealt for the next hand.
"Look at your cards, then we all draw," Rhoda said. "Then," she dealt, "everyone bets their other shoe or quits-folds. "Without exception, everyone bet their footwear.
Rhoda folded, though-to prolong keeping her dress or her bra which would be difficult to take off. Doris won with a squeal of delight and excitement as her interest kindled quickly. "Gonna bet your pants?" she taunted the boys.
The deck passed to Vern to Rhoda's left. "My shirt," he said.
"Throw it in the pot," his mother said, explaining things now.
In minutes, Rhoda was faced with a dilemma. "I will bet my bra," she said with mock seriousness. All of the youngsters, including Doris, leaned toward her, eyes gawking, to watch her take it off. But she sprang to her feet and darted into the hallway to remove it. "There," she said, dropping it on the pile of assorted clothing in the center of their human circle.
She lost and stood, turned her back and removed her panties, careful no one could see a thing. "My almost new pink skivvies," she frowned, peering at Doris who removed her blouse. "Well, you guys?" she queried, eyebrows lifting in curious arches. And with nervous giggles, Vern, Phil and the two Ormand boys shucked off their pants, sat back on the floor, blushing modestly.
Rhoda won and, sticking out her tongue at her, Doris slipped out of her skirt. "You boys?" the teenaged girl frowned, eyes glittering.
"I don't want to take off my shorts," Jack Ormand pouted, "Me, either," the others echoed his modest objection. Rhoda shuffled. "We'll just consider them wagered," she grinned. "But if you lose, off they come. Right?"
Rhoda won. With a daring, I-don't-care smirk, Phil took off his shorts, as did Yancy, and threw them at her. "Oh, heck," Vern said and clumsily took off his shorts. But Jack objected, glancing at the other boys sitting with their hands shielding their somewhat excited genitals.
"Then you just crawl over here and do me a goodie," Rhoda said, not yet passing the cards to her son.
"A what?" Jack blushed, fingers absently tracing the huge welt of pecker in his shorts.
"A goodie," Rhoda said with finality. "Come on, Jack. Now, pay up; you lost."
There was a sharp twinge deep in her pussy as the kid scrambled toward her, awkwardly. "Get your head up under here," she said, lifting the hem of her dress demurely. "Get under."
"Hey! I don't want to," he complained, but didn't resist too much as Rhoda put a hand on his head and urged his head under her dresstail where he could smell her hot perfume and she could feel his breath fanning against her super-hot thick-lipped cunny.
She bent her head toward the tenting of her skirt by his head. "You owe me two minutes of sucking and licking my pussy," she whispered, her eyes rising to the clock on the mantel. "Go"' she breathed as he wiggled closer, his hands caressing the inner planes of her thighs and creeping around to clutch at her buttocks.
A delicious tremor danced through her as his tongue split open the thick, wet, hairy lips of her frenzied vulva and he licked her from the entry to her twat to her distended clit. "Ooooooooo," she wailed, eyes closing tightly as she savored the erotic delight of having her snatch licked and sucked.
"Whatcha doin' under her dress, Jack?" his brother, Yancy, smirked.
"Deal," Rhoda commanded her son, hardly able to talk as the lad's rasping tongue snaked into her cooking cunt. She squinted at Doris who sat with an arm folded across the proud, up-tilted titties as she picked up her cards.
"We got nothing to bet," Yancy, Vern and Phil muttered, bewilderment in their voices.
"Time is up," Rhoda said, reluctant to have Jack leave licking and laving her convulsing cunny. As soon as he crept out from under her dresstail, she arranged it over her nudity with a great show of care and modesty. "That was kind of nice," she winked at his red face as he picked up his cards, avoiding everyone's eyes.
His cock was enormously hard, about to bust out of his shorts.
Doris lost and vowed she wasn't about to surrender her panties. She stared sullenly, almost belligerently at Jack, who had won. "Not my panties," she said sulkily.
Rhoda reached around her naked son's back and gave her a nudge with her fingers. "Then lean over there and give his thing a suck, Doris."
The little blonde shook her head petulantly. "No," she said, tone indecisive. "For how long?" she murmured, careful to shield her young titties with her arm as she scooted across the floor.
"One minute," Rhoda said firmly, her pussy clutching deep and deliciously as she anticipated watching the girl give the boy a short-term blow-job.
"Just for one minute," Doris said, voice flat as she positioned her self before Jack, between his legs. "Well, I can't suck it for you, if you keep it in your pants!"
Eager for it, getting his peter sucked, Jack quickly took off his shorts and tossed them in the "pot". "Darned big and hard," Doris said fingers tentative on his column of meat. She sniffed deeply of his boy aroma, opened her mouth and lowered her face to take in the plump, glowing head of his cock.
Rhoda caught the time on the clock, then gave undivided attention to watching Doris suck and lick the knob on the tip of the kid's prick. Go down on him, she wanted to say. But, too, she didn't want the boy going off in her mouth-they had a lot of "fucking around" to do and she particularly wanted prick's gunning jizz in her cunt. All of the boy's if she could manage it.
Doris felt a little dizzy and a twinge of shame as she slowly curled her tongue around the boy's cock-knob. But his prick tasted so good-really better than that huge man's prick because it wasn't so monstrous and she was able to let her tongue work and savor it. Gee, sucking a boy's hard, hot prick was fun and exciting. She forgot keeping her boobies covered and let her hands fondle his firm balls and the root of his throbbing cock. She liked the way it probed the roof of her mouth and angled into her throat as she took in more and more of his tasty fuck-meat.
Dully, she wondered just how far Rhoda planned on the game going. Would they get around to doing more than eating cocks and pussies? A tremor of erotic anticipation fluttered through her as she contemplated all of them getting really serious and fucking all around. The ultimate possibility sent her heart to racing. But she wasn't sure she wanted all of them present, if it came to one or more of the boys shoving their things in between her legs. In private, it would be okay-even wonderful, she mused as she slowly sucked and fucked his cock with her slurping mouth.
"That's a minute. Now quit eating his pecker," Rhoda chuckled, a little boom-boom starting deep in her snatch.
Doris won the next hand and could barely mask her excitement, thinking of what the boys would do for and to her. Rhoda threw over her dress and sat without expression, naked, a finger fondling the thick curls of hair on her prominent love mound. "If a girl wins-Doris or me-the girl who loses just passes. Now, you boys all owe Doris something. Except Jack who just lost his shorts."
"What do we owe her?" Yancy sulked, a hand holding his massive hard-on.
"The same thing Jack gave me," Rhoda said brightly, hardly able to keep her fingers out of her raging pussy. "Two minutes of sucking her cunny-each!"
Phil scowled at his sister. "Well, how can we, if she sits there with her panties on?"
"Doris, you'll just have to take off your panties," Rhoda nodded
The girl shook her head, then slowly speared fingers into the elastic and peeled them off, trying to shield her almost hairless crotch from all their eyes. "Well, Sis, lay back and get your legs open, if you want us to pay off."
"I don't know," she quavered, lying back, timid about parting her thighs. But she slowly spread herself open as her brother's hands were urgent inside her knees, pressing them outward. She peered accusingly at the tall, naked brunette, then closed her eyes, feet up, lifting her snatch to the lapping, prodding tongue of her brother.
She nearly went off before his two minutes were up. She lay, trembling, as the next boy, Vern, got his face in her straddle and began licking out her sticky, pink groove, dipping his tongue deep into her tight little fun-hole.
Her pussy did begin blasting away when he was only a minute in her, but she refrained from crying out or letting them know she was climaxing-unless they read her contorted face correctly. Just as Rhoda called time for Vern to stop, she emitted a soft, almost pitiful wail and her young butt lurched and bucked spastically against his face and diving tongue.
Doris squealed uncontrollably as soon as the impetuous Yancy socked his face right into her gaping little furrow and licked hungrily, emitting carnivorous sounds as he gobbled her dainty snatch that had completely recovered from the diligent fuck-pounding the big man at the picnic had given her.
Rhoda could hardly restrain herself from reaching for the boy's dangling hard cock and bloated balls as he pushed the girl's legs far apart so he could attack her fragrant snatch with a gluttonous fervor.
The petite blonde yelped and her feet danced high into the air as she really got a pussy-eating. Each time his tongue lanced into her hot little sex-boil, she shrieked cravenly, wantonly for more of his tongue up her pulsating snatch. Oh, how she wished he could stab his tongue all the way up her pussy and into her womb.
Rhoda, so near climaxing vicariously, she almost forgot to call time to let another boy assault the little girl's tormented pussy. But she reached to pat the kid's bare bottom for him to get his face out of her and let the next boy have a crack at her fiery little slit.
Doris' eyes rolled wide and wild as Jack's tongue-fucking sent her reeling through space in a violent orgasm. She locked her legs around his head to hold his face in her aromatic, steaming sex-split. His tongue was like resilient sandpaper up and down her little cutie trough, licking, tingling, yumming up the sweet honey that oozed freely from her quivering cunny.
"Aaaaaahhh, God, yesssssss, eat my pussy out!" she cried soulfully, wiggling and shaking her ass in his hands.