Her lips seemed to have lost an their moisture while she was sucking Rich's big prong. She ran her tongue over their surfaces and stared wantonly into her father-in-law's lusty eyes.
Lying on her side facing her husband's father, she could feel her brother-in-law's eyes caressing the rounded cheeks of her ass from behind. She took some perverted pleasure in wagging her white rump at him. She didn't know exactly what she had intended by this whorish action, but she caught her breath expectantly when she felt Rich's hands caressing her quivering buttocks, his fingers dipping between her thighs to finger her stretched and dripping labia.
Then he reached over her hip and guided the swollen head of his father's cock against her juicy vulva.
"You going to fuck her, or not?" he asked.
In answer, Richard squirmed forward, shoving the shaft of his cock into his daughter-in-law's awaiting cunt.
"So hot," the older man moaned, beginning to shaft his cock back and forth in the slick cauldron of her cunt.
Behind her, Rich chuckled. He returned his hand to her ass, his fingers slick with his own sperm and Valerie's profuse juices. Tentatively, he sniffed at the musky scent clinging to his fingers, then rubbed it back into the cleft of his sister-in-law's buttocks, smearing the rosy whorl of her anus until it was well lubricated. Then he plunged two fingers into her clenching anus, sawing them back and forth with a slight twisting motion.
"How's that?" he asked her.
Valerie writhed voluptuously under the stimulus of the new sensation. Her buttocks squeezed down on her brother-in-law's knuckles, and at the same time she wriggled forward, impaling her cunt on her father-in-law's prick. She shuddered with blind ecstasy for several minutes before Rich withdrew his fingers. As she tried to catch her breath, she listened with half an ear to what he was doing behind her.
Suddenly, with a clever, twisting stroke, Rich pushed the head of his cock through the relaxed sphincter of her anus, stretching the elastic muscle open widely as he drove the burning shaft of his erection up her asshole.
"Neek!" Valerie wailed, squirming on top of her father-in-law in a vain effort to escape the torturous attack on her ass.
Both men grabbed her immediately to prevent her wriggling loose.
"What the hell!" her father-in-law exclaimed, his brandy-scented breath billowing against her nostrils as he absorbed the weight of the two younger bodies against his chest.
"Saigon sandwich!" Rich gasped.
Valerie squirmed between them, her voice ragged as she groaned out her inarticulate protests. But both father and son held her securely between them. Then, after a few slow thrusts from Rich, the stretching pain of her raw asshole diminished. She felt stuffed. Her fevered body writhed between the warmth of her father-in-law's plunging cock in her cunt and the greater heat of his son's prick sawing in and out of her distended rectum.
"I heard tell of this before," Richard groaned, "but I'll be damned if I thought it'd ever happen to me."
"It's happening to me!" Valerie gasped.
"Feels like your cock is in her cunt with mine," Richard said to his son. "I can feel it!"
"It's so hot!" Valerie cried. "So hot…"
"Sheee-it!" Rich cried, urging his long cock deeper into the girl's rectum. "Dad, I can feel you balling her right through the wall of her swat!"
"Roll over," Richard urged, trying to heave them onto their sides so that he could breathe. "You're crushing me."
Gasping for breath herself, Valerie allowed herself to be maneuvered onto her side between them, Rich's big prong plunging in and out of her anus, her father-in-law's hot prick stuffing the narrowed channel of her cunt. Crowded together as her organs were, every time one or the other of the two men moved, her clitoris was forced maddeningly against her father-in-law's burning cock.
Spitted between Rich and his father, her mingled sensations of shame, pain, and unfettered lust were overwhelming in their combined force. Bumping and grinding, she gulped her father-in-law's pulsing cock into her pussy, then fucked back against Rich's barbarically hammering pole, her asshole spasming around him incessantly.
"Her ass is even tighter and hotter than her snatch," Rich grunted.
His father panted, "It couldn't be."
"I'm bum…" she moaned, only to have her cry choked off as her father-in-law shot his hot tongue into her lips, swabbing the roof of her mouth from the back of her teeth to the opening of her throat.
Rich inched his hands between his father's chest and Valerie's crushed tits, kneading desperately at the spongy mounds, shaking them together until the nipples tingled as they scraped across Richard's hairy chest.
"Glahhh," she moaned gutturally, impaling herself delightfully first on one cock, then on the other.
Her father-in-law's erection was swelling within her, stretching the heated tissues of her cunt even more. She gasped as she felt the two cocks coast past each other within her, separated only by the thinnest of membranes. Then she purred passionately as she felt the initial molten spatter of her father-in-law's agonizingly hot sperm spurting into her.
Wildly she thrashed against him, sawing her inflamed clitoris savagely against his spewing prick. But it was only when she felt the spastic throb of her brother-in-law's palpitating cock in her rectum that her own orgasm was triggered.
Rich pounded his erupting cock into her asshole with the fury of a rutting aardvark, his groaning chant of lust becoming, for the first time, unintelligible.
Valerie grew wild between them. She thrashed so blindly that both of the men were nearly thrown loose from her clutching orifices. With the two pricks jetting their thick, hot cream into her bowels, Valerie felt her cunt tighten and relax in time with her clenching asshole. Her fists opened, her nails clawing at Richard's freckled shoulders. Her back bowed and sprang back under her brother-in-law's continuous thrusts, her buttocks squeezing down on the buried shaft of his cock. The volcanic bubble of expanding ecstasy inside her spasming pussy seemed to threaten to explode within her, tearing her body apart.
How long her climax continued, she could only guess. When her body at last ceased its tremors and she opened her eyes, peculiar spots of phosphorescent color formed and disintegrated before her glassy eyes. She no longer had even enough energy to speak. Father and son held her sweaty body close between them, awkwardly awaiting the termination of her orgasm.
Hesitantly, Rich and his father withdrew their withered organs from her body. For an endless minute Valerie felt as though she were being turned inside out in two directions, for her cunt and asshole nipped cruelly at the two retreating organs, as though reluctant to be emptied.
Panting for breath, their bodies covered with a film of slimy perspiration, their sexual equipment puckering coolly from the loss of contact, they rolled apart. Lying on her back, hardly daring to look from side to side, Valerie guessed that her father-in-law had fallen to sleep instantly. Rich, she knew, was awake, for she could feel his knuckles gently grazing the side of her hip.
My God, she thought, what have I done? They have made me ugly. I must look like a Spring Street whore. Oh, shit! What's going to become of me now? Little by little she caught her breath, shivering a bit as the perspiration evaporated from her naked breasts. Well, she said to herself, the one consolation is that nothing worse can happen to me now.
Rich leaped to his feet even before she heard the chime of the doorbell.
"Who the fuck's that?" he demanded, looking down at her, a slight trace of panic in his eyes.
"I don't know," she said, hastily reaching for the hem of her housecoat beside the couch. She pulled it to her and quickly slipped her arms into it. "Jeanne maybe," she offered. "My roommate. But I can't imagine why she'd be ringing the…"
"Get rid of her," Rich ordered.
The bell chimed again.
"But what can I tell her?" she asked. "She's my roommate."
"Tell her you're balling someone. I don't care. Just get rid of her."
"But…"
"Get to the door, you dumb cunt!"
Falteringly, Valerie pulled the robe around her and went to the head of the stairs. She couldn't see who was at the door through the frosted glass. She wondered if she should run, now that she had the opportunity. But when she finally opened the door, she saw Mike Duckworth.
"Aren't you ready yet?" he asked, glancing at her disheveled hair.
She had completely forgotten that she had a date with the music teacher. Her eyes flashed to the head of the stairs, then back to his inquiring face.
"Mike," she began, "I… ah… I just can't make it today. I'm… really feeling sick. I…"
"Of course you're going," he said, starting up the stairs. "I'll wait for you just…"
Valerie caught him by the arm. "Really," she said, her eyes grave. "I'm really sick. I can't go. I'm sorry, but…"
The red-headed music teacher glanced from her eyes to the top of the stairs, then back again.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He glanced back up the stairs and moved down one step. "You got somebody up there? Is that it?"
"No!" she said, too suddenly. "There's nobody here. It's just that I'm really not up to seeing anyone today, that's all."
"Except that you need to wash your face and comb your hair, you look fine to me," he said.
Valerie's heart was racing. "Look," she told him. "If you've got to know, my period started this morning and I've got fierce cramps. I just…"
"What the hell's going on down there? Where's my sweet little cocksucker?"
Valerie winced as she heard her father-in-law's drunken voice. She swallowed hard.
Mike turned toward the stairs. "Who's that?" he asked her. "Something's wrong here, Valerie. Who was that?"
"Mike! Please!" she begged him. "Please believe me. There's no one here. Don't go up there."
"Val, are you down there with that faggot music teacher?" her father-in-law's voice rang out.
"Mike! No!" she cried. But he yanked his arm away from her grasp and started up the stairs. She took two steps up behind him, then hesitated, her knuckles at her mouth as she watched him ascend to the archway opening into the living room.
"I'll be damned if he doesn't look as queer as a three-dollar bill!" she heard Rich exclaim.
She saw Mike's fists clench at his sides as he took in the scene before him. Then, grabbing the hem of her housecoat in one hand and pulling herself up on the banister with the other, she hastily scrambled up the stairs, abandoning all thought of escaping. She knew perfectly well her brother-in-law's sentiments concerning homosexuals, and she wanted to be in the room to keep him from doing anything stupid to the music teacher before she could explain.
"I told you he was a fairy," Richard chuckled. "Look at the way he's ogling your meat, Bud."
"Mr. Davis!" Valerie cried. "You've no right to talk that way!"
"Mr. Davis?" Mike questioned. "You mean that man is your father?"
"Father-in-law, queer," Rich interjected.
"Stop it, Rich!" Valerie cried, stepping between Mike and his threatened assailant. "Mike, please leave," she begged him.
The music teacher stared from one man to the other, his eyes wide and unbelieving. "But… you're naked!" he gasped.
"If it's taken you this long to figure that out," Rich said, "I'd hate to have you spotting gook snipers for me."
"Look, Mister," Mike said, "I don't know who you are, but…"
Rich reached out and snagged Valerie's arm. He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, giving her tit a hefty squeeze.
"I'm Val's little baby brother, aren't I, Sis?" he snickered, nuzzling her neck.
Valerie elbowed him in the stomach and wrenched herself away.
"He's Jim's brother," she explained, her face reddening with shame. "Now, will you just go away and leave me alone? Please?"
Mike blinked his eyes. "Jim's brother?"
"You heard her," Rich said, advancing toward him.
Once again Valerie stepped between them. "He's going now, Rich," she said, holding out her hand to halt her brother-in-law's advance.
Mike, his face plainly revealing his perplexity, looked from Rich to Valerie. "Rich? I thought he," he said, pointing at Mr. David, "I thought he called him Bud."
"So what if he did?" Rich demanded, his huge fists clenched at his sides. Nude as he was, his aggressive stance looked somewhat ridiculous or, would have if he had not been so deadly serious.
"It's a family joke," Valerie told Mike. "Jim always calls Rich by that name when he's kidding him." She turned to her brother-in-law. "Just let him go now, Rich," she said. "He's going now, and…"
Rich shoved her aside and stood facing the freckle-faced music teacher. "Well, faggot," he threatened, "you've been looking at my cock just about long enough."
"Look, buster, or whatever your name is," Mike said, taking a tentative step backward, the better to defend himself. "I don't know what's going on here, but you'd better shut your filthy mouth. There's a lady present, whether you realize it or not."
"Yeah," Mr. Davis said. "He's queer all right."
Valerie grabbed Rich's arm. "He's going now, Rich," she insisted, giving Mike a pleading glance. "Just let him go and we can…"
Rich jerked his arm away from her. "He's going all right," he snapped, suddenly slashing the side of his open palm across the side of the music teacher's neck in a hard karate chop. "Going out like a light," he said as the man slumped to the floor.
"You dumb bastard!" Valerie cried, rushing forward to Mike's side. She lifted his face from the floor, then let it fall back as she turned to Rich. "What did you do to him?" she cried. "I think he's dead or something!"
"He ain't dead," Rich said, grinning down at her. "I just chopped him a little. Just enough to knock him out."
"What'd you do that for?" she demanded.
"I didn't like the hungry way he was cruising my meat," Rich said, casually fingering his nuts.
"When I was in the Navy," Mr. Davis told them earnestly, "they used to teach us a little judo. But it was the Japs we were fighting then."
"Oh, shut up!" Valerie cried, once again lifting her friend's head, twisting her neck to look into his closed eyes.
"I know just the place for him," Rich suggested, bending over to haul the music teacher up by the scruff of his sport coat. "Only first I think we'd better take his clothes off of him."
Valerie jerked on the unconscious man's arm so hard that Rich lost his grip and the body once more slumped to the floor.
"Don't you touch him!" she shouted.
"All right," Rich said, chuckling. "You take his clothes off then."
"Why?"
"Don't worry," Rich told her. "He's not my type. I wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole."
"Ten inches!" his father shouted.
"I just don't want him running around telling the cops anything," Rich continued. "We'll put him in your closet to sleep it off. When you and I are finished, you can…" He chuckled a little, then added, "… well, you can explain however you want to."
"We're finished now," Valerie snapped. "Get the hell out of here. You and your drunken father, too!"
"Not yet we're not finished!" Rich growled, grabbing her arm. Holding her tightly with one hand, he bent down and grabbed the neck of the music teacher's coat. Then, shoving his sister-in-law ahead of him, he dragged the limp body face down behind him towards the bedroom door.