"Where in the world have you been?" Cathy demanded when her baby sister returned to the spot on the beach where Cathy had left her.
"I just went to get a Coke," Beth responded.
She wanted to tell Cathy what had happened, because it had been so strange and exciting. But she was afraid, not only because the man had told her not to talk about it but because she knew Cathy would chew her out. And if it ever got back to her mother – wow!
It had been wrong, Beth supposed. But she didn't exactly understand why, since it hadn't hurt her and it had felt very good.
She would have to remain silent, even though she was bursting with the news.
"Hey, are you all right?" Cathy asked. "You look funny."
Beth blushed. "Funny how?"
"I don't know. Well, come on. We've got to get home."
Beth thought about the strange, wild happening all the way home on the bus. Did other girls do what she had done, she wondered. How about Cathy? Did she suck that lifeguard's cock?
Beth knew there was more to sex than what had happened to her: there was fucking. That meant the guy stuck his thing into the girl. Beth had heard about that, and she assumed that was what Cathy let the lifeguard do to her in his tent. The thought of it had always frightened and repelled Beth.
Sucking was something she hadn't heard about, and it had come as a surprise. So had the good feelings she'd gotten when Gary and his friends had rubbed her between the legs. That rubbing had been wonderful – much more exciting than when she had rubbed herself. It must have been because she'd had a man's cock in her mouth at the same time, Beth decided.
When the men had shot their stuff into her mouth, even that had been good, though she supposed it was dirty. She wondered if she would get sick from it. Her stomach felt all right so far.
In fact, she felt very good all over.
Beth's mother and father went out that evening. Cathy watched TV and talked on the telephone, perhaps to the lifeguard. She didn't tell Beth.
The twelve-year-old went to bed early, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about what had happened to her that day. Despite her doubts and vague fears, she wanted it to happen again.
The men had told her they would see her again, and she was looking forward to it.
She still lay awake at around midnight when she heard her mother and father arrive home. Her mother was laughing in the funny way she always did when she had been drinking. Beth's father joined in, but he was never as loud.
They stayed downstairs a long time, and Beth thought they were drinking some more. She wondered if they also were fooling around.
She got a giddy desire to creep down the stairs and spy on them. She'd never done that, though she had been curious many times.
Tonight she would do it, she decided.
She climbed quietly out of bed and tiptoed out to the hall. Cathy's door was shut. Beth could hear her parents' voices from the living room, loudly enough so that she could make out what they were saying.
"Joe, you devil!" Beth's mother playfully protested, laughing. "Stop that!"
"Come on, Marcella, you know you like it," Joe responded with a chuckle. "It makes you feel wicked when I pull your dress up."
"And what makes you think I like feeling wicked?" Marcella challenged.
"I can tell," Joe said confidently.
Excited, Beth made her way carefully down the stairs, so as not to be heard. Finally she was able to peek into the living room. She felt safe because she was above her parents' line of vision, unless they were to glance up in her direction. Beth didn't consider that likely, because they seemed too interested in each other.
Beth's mother had her back turned toward the stairs, and Beth's father was embracing her while he held her dress up around her middle, along with her lacy slip. Her plump bottom was exposed, in blue panties with a white lace trim. She wasn't wearing pantyhose that night, but garters and stockings.
Beth watched her father stroke and pat her mother's bottom through the thin nylon that clung to its opulent curves. The crack between her mother's buttocks showed hazily through her sheer pants.
"Joe, you're getting me all excited!" she said, and kissed the tall, sandy-haired man on the neck. Joe was a handsome forty-year-old, whose age showed only in a slight receding of his hairline and a bit of a paunch.
"That's just how I want you to get," Joe said, continuing to pat his wife's bottom. "Real excited."
"Well, why don't we go to bed?" red-haired Marcella inquired, writhing gently against him.
"Because you always get more turned on in the living room."
"But that's the trouble. What about the children?"
Beth moved quickly back out of sight.
"They're sound asleep," Joe said.
"Oooooo!" Marcella breathed excitedly. "Don't pull my panties down!"
"No? Well, just how am I going to fuck you with your pants on, hmmm?"
A strange thrill went through Beth. That was the first time she had ever heard her father say "fuck".
"You're nasty!" Marcella said, and laughed.
Beth crept farther down the stairs so that she could watch once more. Her father had lowered her mother's panties just enough to expose her white, fleshy buttocks. He was stroking a finger up and down the crack between her satiny rear cheeks.
Beth thrilled more, though there was something odd about watching her parents carry on that way.
Marcella writhed away from her husband and pulled her panties up before letting her skirt drop. "I need another drinkie-poo," she said, and walked unsteadily to the cabinet where the liquor was kept. An open bottle and two glasses stood on top of it.
Joe watched as his wife poured some more liquor for herself. A lock of Marcella's dark red hair had fallen sexily across a cheek. Her face was pretty, though a slight puffiness betrayed her thirty-eight years. Her breasts were large, and the moderately low-cut dress she was wearing showed off their pale, bulging tops.
"Want one?" she asked as she finished pouring her own drink.
"I'm okay," Joe said.
Marcella laughed. "I know what you're worried about – you're afraid that if you drink any more you won't be able to do your thing!" Her voice was thick.
"Listen," Joe replied, "I could do it if I was roaring drunk. I just wouldn't enjoy it as much. Now, with women it's different – the more booze they drink, the wilder they get."
Marcella turned to face him. "And just how would you know about women… plural? How many broads have you been screwing around with?"
Beth was shocked to hear her usually prim and proper mother use words like broads and screwing.
"You know I don't screw anybody but you," Joe said, walking over to her, a grin on his face. "But I remember before we were married."
"Oh, here we go again! Now you're going to tell me about Elaine and Lois and all the rest of them… and how fuckin' wild they were!"
Fuckin'? Beth couldn't believe her ears. Her mother had to be pretty drunk.
"Baby, I'm not interested in anybody but you," Joe said, and took Marcella into his arms. She was sipping from her glass as he cuddled her, caressing her bottom again.
He walked her to the sofa, his arm around her waist. Marcella sat down heavily, almost sloshing the liquor out of her glass. Joe sat beside her. He gave her a kiss. Beth was shocked to see his hand close around one of her mother's breasts, squeezing the bulgy mound.
Marcella finished the liquor in her glass and stretched to place it on an end table. The glass nearly tipped onto its side.
Joe went to work on his wife in earnest, pushing her skirt and slip up her thighs, then grasping her breast once more. As they kissed, he slid his hand down across her middle and dug between her fleshy thighs, grasping her hairy softness through her panties. Her thighs widened their spread, and Beth could see dark hairs along the crotch elastics of her mother's pants. The narrow strip of blue nylon that passed between her legs had gotten creased and was narrower than usual. As she squirmed in response to her husband's ardent caress, he hooked the nylon away, and Beth got her first glimpse of her mother's mature pussy. The gash was red at the center, its lips unfurled by the wanton spread of her legs and her excitement. Lots of hair bordered the juicy crevice.
Joe's finger delved into his wife's meaty slit.
"Oooo!" Marcella moaned, tearing her mouth from his. "Why don't you fuck me?"
There it is – that naughty word again, Beth thought. And Mommy's using it!
"You're not ready to be fucked yet," Joe replied.
"Oooh, yes I am!" Marcella insisted, writhing passionately. More of her hair had fallen over her face by that time. "Can't you feel how wet I am?"
"You're wet all right," Joe observed, taking out his finger and looking at it. (Even Beth could see it glisten). "But I think my baby needs a little more feeling up. She needs to get the top of her dress pulled down," Joe added, reaching behind her to unzip her zipper. "She needs to get her titties spilled out."
Marcella laughed giddily as the top of her dress was lowered. But her tits didn't tumble free. She was wearing a low-cut bra.
She squirmed against Joe as he went for the hooks on her brassiere. When his hands withdrew, he brought the bra with him, and Marcella leaned back, boldly showing him her breasts. Like melons they were, with wide rosy discs at their crests. At the center of each aureole sat a plump, ruddy nipple.
"Mama's really got 'em!" Joe said with a grin, bringing his hands up underneath her bountiful boobs. He lifted the chesty treasures and let them drop, quivering.
Marcella glowed. It did thrill her to be stripped in the living room and to be forced to show herself off.
"Shake 'em, honey!" Joe said.
Laughing, his drunk wife waggled her shoulders, causing her big tits to bounce to and fro. Joe drove his face against the rounded, satiny pillows. Beth stared as her father licked and sucked her mother's nipples. The child watched avidly as he lifted a breast, tugged with his mouth at its rigid tip, then let the titty drop. He pounced onto the other one.
Marcella reached blindly for the front of her husband's pants. Beth's guilty excitement increased as her mother felt all around his lower front, even down between his legs, then found the tab of his zipper and lowered it, opening his fly.
I'm going to see Daddy's cock! Beth thought.
A little voice told her that she shouldn't look at it, that she was being very naughty and should hurry back to bed. But her fascination with her parents' lovemaking was too great to resist. She had to remain on the stairs and continue to watch.
Marcella reached into Joe's pants while he nuzzled and pawed at her breasts. Her hand came back out, and it was clutching a long, hard column that, to Beth, looked very much like Gary's. It too was covered by an outer skin, except for its rosy tip. Beth's mother stroked that hard, thrusting cock, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his head.
Joe sat up and stared at what she was doing.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees on the carpet. He spread Marcella's legs wide apart and dived between them. Their daughter's breath became labored and she felt very warm between her own legs as her father licked the inner slopes of her mother's thighs, from her tightly cinched stocking tops all the way to the edges of her lacy blue pants. His hands stroked up and down the outside of her thighs, traveling along the straps of her garters.
Finally he clutched Marcella's panties and pulled them down. Her dark hair gushed out. Joe lifted her legs in front of him to take her panties off. He tossed the blue briefs aside. He spread his wife's legs into a wide V, continuing to hold them up in front of him, and then he did something that shocked and thrilled Beth.
He dove straight to her mother's hairy slash, burrowing his mouth into the moist meat. He lay her legs on his shoulders and twisted his head, ravenously eating Marcella's flowing, flavorful cunt.
Beth throbbed as she watched. Her eyes were bugging. Her mouth hung open, and her throat was dry.
Marcella wiggled her bare bottom on the sofa. She tossed her head from side to side, her red hair whipping across her face. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her titties bounced like big rubber balls.
So Daddy puts his mouth down there, just like those men made me do with them! Beth thought excitedly. I wonder if Mommy will do Daddy the same way.
Joe was licking up and down the meaty flanges of his wife's cunt, his tongue wiggling all the fleshy folds. He sucked up her gushing honey. He licked the pearl-like head of her clit until it was slick and extremely hard. He even stroked his tongue down and into the mouth of her slippery, hot vagina.
Marcella bumped her hips spastically. She no longer was able to suppress her moans. She clutched her husband's head, ruffling his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her humid swamp.
Finally he raised his head. His mouth and nose were wet.
Marcella was panting wildly.
Joe stood in front of her, his prick proudly projecting from his open fly. He moved very close to Marcella, standing between her legs.
"No!" she exclaimed, and tried to push him away.
"God damn it, why not?" he demanded, wild with lust.
"Because I don't do that!" his wife said. "I've told you many times I won't. Just because that slut Elaine used to do it for you is no reason to expect me to." She no longer seemed so drunk.
"Damn you!" Joe snarled. "You're a prude!"
"Maybe so," Marcella said, succeeding in pushing him away from her. "Come on, Joe," she added, her tone softening, "let's make love nice!"
He angrily grasped her and twisted her about, until she was pitched forward, over an arm of the sofa. Her ass was aimed into the air. Its fleshy cheeks were framed by her white garter straps and the dark bands at the top of her hose.
Joe jerked her thighs apart so that one leg extended out to the floor. He landed behind her on his knees and quickly pushed his pants and shorts down. He drove his hard prick into her upturned pussy, spearing it all the way to his dangling, hairy balls.
Beth stared from a point of vantage which permitted her to see between her father's legs, to watch his thick column stroking in and out of her mommy's hair-fringed hole. She watched her daddy's balls shake. She saw how wet his cock was getting as he pumped up and down, pulling the little red lips of her mommy's pussy outward, then folding them back inside as he drove all the way, socking his belly noisily against Marcella's ass.
So that's how people fuck! Beth thought, shocked and excited by the blatant display of raw lust. That it was her own gentle parents behaving in such a wild and wanton manner startled the child all the more.
This was bound to be a day and night that Beth would never forget.
"Oooh, yes!" Marcella cried, bumping her cunt backward against her husband's savage plunges. She wiggled her sumptuous ass. "That's sooooooh gooooood!"
Joe just grunted, angry in his lust because she hadn't given him the thrill he had most wanted. If he could just once feel her warm, wet mouth around his prick and watch her pink lips pump up and down on it, he would be the happiest man on earth, he thought. But she continued to deny him that supreme pleasure. She probably always would.
He fucked into her none-too-tight cunt with brutal vengeance, and Marcella seemed to enjoy it, despite his roughness.
Watching, Beth was frightened for her mother.
That must hurt awful! the young girl thought. How does Mommy stand it?
Beth didn't see how she herself could ever let a man or boy drive his long, hard thing into her. Her pussy was so small and tight that a man would surely rip her to pieces doing that.
The fear put a damper on the vicarious excitement Beth had been enjoying up to that point. Still, she continued to watch, spellbound by the sheer animal lust which her father and mother displayed.
Marcella was bobbing her ass atop the sofa arm, pushing with her feet against the cushion and the floor, bracing her hands against the floor, as well. Her hair hung completely over her face. Her breasts dangled and swayed like tolling bells.
Joe was clutching her bare hips and driving for dear life into her soggy cunt. His shaft gleamed slippery wet each time it flashed out. His balls had pulled into a knot at its base.
Beth's eyes burned from staring. Her tense throat ached with dryness.
Aren't they ever going to stop? she wondered as her parents fucked on and on.
"Uuuh… uh…! Ooooooooh!" Marcella cried, and her ass shook, vibrating like jell-o. Waves of luscious warmth spread through her.
Her cunt spasmed around Joe's cock which was still pumping within it. But because Marcella's pussy wasn't the tightest in the world, her orgasmic contractions didn't bring him to climax. However, his stimulation was heightened by her obvious pleasure, and he speared her even faster and stronger. His hips bobbed as briskly as they could go. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his head turned light.
His whole being was concentrated on his driving cock as he pumped into Marcella with fiendish zeal. He slapped her quivering ass. He cursed.
Finally he came with an explosive burst which shook him. He growled raspingly and emptied his passion in spurt after quivering spurt within his wife's still-quaking cunt.
He flopped over her back, breathing hard. She was panting, also.
"Oooh, what a fucking!" she said.
Beth could have uttered an amen to that. It was the most savage and frightening act she had ever witnessed between human beings.
She never wanted it to happen to her.