It was late Saturday afternoon before everybody was awake, up, and moving about the house. It had been determined by Dick that nobody was to answer the telephone except Beverly, and nobody was to answer the doorbell at all. When the phone would ring, Beverly would pick up the family room extension, and announce that her parents were away for the weekend to anyone seeking them. If the caller wanted to speak to her, she carried on a normal conversation with him, but made it clear that she couldn't receive company, or go out on a date before next week.
Snake, Moose, Speedy, and Tonto all had raging hangovers, and Valerie and Beverly hustled and bustled about like mother hens concerned about their brood as they fixed ice packs, coffee, Alka-Seltzer, bloody Marys, anything that was called for. They prepared a late brunch, and brought cookies, snacks, and beverages.
Dick was moody, preoccupied, snapping at the fellows for their lax, careless, unprofessional behavior, punishing them by ordering hands off Valerie and Bev. He punished himself even more, however, by staying out of the reach of Beverly's arms. He stared at her hungrily, almost drooling, grinding his teeth in aching lust every time she bent over and he saw her mind-chilling cunt peeping back at him from under her adored and adorable ass.
She couldn't understand why he pushed her away every time she touched him, refused to kiss her, to hold her, to fuck her. He couldn't understand it himself. He knew only that if he let himself go, all was lost she could do anything with him that she wanted to.
Steve was sunny, smiling, walking about whistling softly, and fairly dancing to the soft, bluesy music Beverly was playing on the stereo. He knew what he had to do and how he was going to do it. He didn't want to rush things, though; he wanted to see some more action. He wanted Val and Beverly to fuck those dudes into a state of shock before he made his move.
Valerie never felt better, happier, more alive and vital in her life. She swayed about proudly naked, exaggerating the natural, sensual sway of her heavy, sloping ass, sucking her waist in to even more reed-like proportions, thrusting her magnificent mammaries tip and out, like a young teenager, just out of her training bra.
While Beverly and Dick had slept, she and Steve had fucked and talked until daylight and beyond, and he had repeatedly assured her that everything was going to be al right. She had no fear that anything bad was going to happen to them. She felt just as safe, protected, and loved among these handsome, horny young men as she would have felt in Cleveland's arms.
She had not really been sleeping while Steve went through Dick's things, though, and she was worried that he might ruin things by trying to play hero doing something foolish. Already she was looking back on this weekend as a weird, strange, heavenly experience, one that she was glad that she had, and would look back on with exquisite pleasure for as long as she lived.
Though she was ready, eager, to fuck some more, she didn't particularly care that Dick had given orders to the contrary. She had her kids now in a way that guaranteed her complete happiness for the rest of her life, in a way that only she could truly appreciate. She wasn't concerned about the morality of the situation, the rightness or wrongness of it, nor what others might think if they knew. She loved two things more than anything else in her life, and those two things were her family and sex maybe in that order, maybe reversed she didn't know or care. She had them both now, interchangeably, and she fully intended to keep it that way.
Cleveland still loved her was crazy about her she knew that. He still fucked her into a state of paralysis every time he got around to it. The only problem was, he simply hadn't gotten around to it enough over the past few years. That, too, would be changed. She was as sure of that as she was of anything. Her kids would help her pull him back into line, into her arms, between her thighs, and he would share what the rest of them were sharing.
Beverly simply could not sit still. She had looked forward to fucking and sucking the remainder of the day and night, all day Sunday, and all night Sunday night. She pranced and danced about the family room trying to get the guys horny enough to go against Dick's orders and fuck her, or to get Dick angry and jealous enough to do a job on her himself whichever came first.
She would sit on laps, tousle hair, scrub taut, nubile tits across the backs of necks, but nothing worked. The guys were fucked out burnt out mad at Dick for his dictatorial behavior; they sat around the huge room staring morosely at the floor and walls, chain-smoking cigarettes, adjusting and readjusting the pistols stuck down In their belts.
Finally Beverly gave up and drifted over to the makeshift bed. Lying down, she quite innocently dropped her hand to her itching, twitching cunt. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she let the fingers of her hand dance lightly over her clit. Catching the little nubbin between her thumb and forefinger, she began rubbing the thumb up and down the short, sensitive shaft, while rolling the ball of the forefinger around the even more sensitive, responsive glans. Once that action was begun, there was no turning back. She hadn't lain down with the intention of masturbating, but now that she had started, the idea seemed like a good one.
Lifting the three stiffened fingers of her right hand to her mouth, she licked them wetly, and dropped them back to her snatch. Running them up and down her slit, she mixed the juice from her mouth with the juice from her cunt, before fanning the fingers lightly across her thick, standing love bud as swiftly as she could move them.
Since she was a cheer leader and high school gymnast, her body was supple, elastic; she could bend and twist' it into contortions that one sees otherwise only on Olympic gym teams. Now she spread her thighs flat out to the sides, and flipped her pelvis up so that her cunt stood out like a huge knot on a log, so that nothing was in the way of her flying, digging fingers. Swinging her legs backwards, toward her shoulders, she lifted and spread her asscheeks. Dropping her left hand now to join the right, she pushed the soft globes so far apart that her asshole was clearly, starkly visible.
She hesitated a moment, giving them all a full, perfect view before plunging one, two, then three fingers into the tiny orifice. All the way in to the third knuckle joint she shoved them, before beginning to work them in and out. The fingers of her left hand now replaced the fingers of her right hand at her cunt and clit. Without slowing the motion of her fingers plunging wetly, suckingly in and out of her back entry, she began titillating her clit with spinning motions of her fingers, squeezing it, whipping it to a screaming, tingling frenzy. She was making love to herself in a solo performance that was not hampered or interfered with by the obstruction of a body covering hers. Round and round her clit up and down her slit in and out of her cunt hole, raced the busy fingers of her left hand, while the fingers of her right hand, bunched into a mini-dick, fucked her in the ass.
She moaned and groaned her self-induced ecstasy as she furiously finger-fucked herself. She licked, sucked, bit her lips, arched her back, bumped and ground her hips, making the juices fly, making the bed creak and bounce. Long, drawn-out minutes ticked away unnoticed; every eye in the room was locked between her thighs. Her orgasm started in the outer reaches of her body, crashed through her brain cells and bloodstream, then lifted her from the couch, screaming the explosion out of her body, before she fell back limply to a thundering round of applause.
"Fuck this," Dick yelled, leaping up and scrambling out of his clothes, "come on, dudes, let's fuck. Now don't start rushing and pushing and, losing your cool. I get Bev first, so nobody touches her until I'm through. You guys will have to make do with Val. And remember, somebody has got to be on guard holding the gun at all times so work it out among yourselves."
Valerie, who had been sitting on the arm of Steve's chair with her head resting on his shoulder during Beverly's solo performance, had become as hot and excited by the act as anybody in the room. She had had to consciously restrain herself from leaping onto the bed, removing her daughter's flying, fucking ringers, and replacing them with her own mouth, lips, and tongue. She had wished fervently that Dick would order her to join Bev on the bed, force her to do the things that at that moment, she wanted to do more than anything in life.
While Dick and Steve had played chess last night, she had confessed to Beverly that during her and Cleveland's swinging days she had become hooked on eating pussy. She declared that nothing was more deliciously thrilling than having her cunt and asshole kissed, licked, sucked by-gentle, knowing, loving- female mouths. Beverly, cock-oriented and man-hungry, had never had her pussy eaten by another woman, and had never had her mouth between another, woman's thighs. As they had talked, actually going down on her daughter and eating her box had not entered Valerie's mind. Now, however, she was thinking ahead of this weekend again, and she was determined to round out their future family sex picture by teaching her daughter the indescribable pleasure of both active and passive lesbian love.
"Have a ball, mom," Steve said quietly, as the guys began scrambling out of their clothes, "make it good to them fuck them to death. I'm getting ready to make my move, so this is the last tango."
"Oh, darling, darling, please be careful," Valerie pleaded softly. "If anything happened to you, I'd die."
"Don't worry, the fun is just about to begin," Steve chuckled; "nothing is going to happen to me, so relax, and enjoy yourself. Already this has been the wildest experience of my life, but the way I've got it figured, we ain't seen nothin' yet."
"Shit, baby, if it gets any better I don't think I could stand it," Valerie grinned before getting up and walking into Moose's arms.
Moose was only a step ahead of Snake, who was followed closely by Tonto and Speedy. Hooking her arms around Moose's thick neck and hopping lightly into the air, Valerie locked her legs around his waist. Moose lifted her higher by both fleshy asscheeks, fitted the head of his upthrust cock into her tight, juicy hole, and let her fall on it, impaling herself.
Snake was, directly behind her, hands cupping the bottom of her ass, pulling the soft, heavy globes apart before she had completed the first up and down stroke on the cock she had captured in the hot, slick sheath of her womanhood. His height put his loins right in line with the bottom of her elevated ass. He spat into his hand, and smeared the shaft and thick, meaty head. Bending slightly in his knees, using the fingers of one hand to bridge open her soft, white buttocks, he guided his cock unerringly into the tightly elastic back opening and the three-way fuck dance began.
The other two were hopping about from foot to foot, moving with and around the three lovers. They knew there was no room left on in Valerie's lustily bumping, grinding body, but they were too fired up to patiently wait their turns. Already they had both forgotten Dick's order that somebody had to be holding the gun at all times.
Moose backed into the edge of the bed, and tumbled backwards beside Dick and Beverly, carrying Val and Snake down with him. Tonto leaped upon the bed on his knees, and moved swiftly up to Valerie's head. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head into position to take his achingly hard cock into her mouth.
Sucking away, fucking away, all three of her insatiable holes filled to bursting, Valerie's happiness knew no bounds. As far as she was concerned, this could go on for ever and ever. These virile, strong, beautiful young fucking machines had given her a new lease on life, and she would have pinched herself, could she have, to make sure that this was not merely a sex-starved woman's frustrated dream.
Beverly's second orgasm of the afternoon drew a scream from her throat that rattled the rafters. Dick was fucking her as though his very life depended upon his pounding her womb up into her ribcage. Though he was socking it to her with all of his vital young • lust-crazed strength, he still maintained a swivel-hipped, dancing rhythm that was as perfectly synchronized with her answering gyrations as the workings of a Swiss clock.
"Darling!" Beverly shrieked after the initial scream. "Oh God, darling! I love you! Nobody has ever made me come so hard so beautifully p-pleeease don't leave me, honey d-don't ever leave me I'm yours yours! If if you l-leave, I'm going with you I'll never let you go ohhh fuck fuck fuck me, baby, fuck your whore your love slave fuck me to death!"
Steve sat watching quietly, only his throbbing, bobbing, stone-hard cock bearing testimony to the excitement that boiled in his bloodstream. He wasn't sorry that Beverly had fallen so hopelessly in love with Dick, but she wasn't going anywhere with him, Steve was determined to see to that. He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing aloud at the trick he was about to play on the mindlessly fucking gang. Now Beverly had grabbed Speedy's cock and plunged it into her throat. He could have walked up behind each in turn, and knocked them all cold, and none of them would have known what hit him.
He wasn't ready to stop them yet, though, because he was enjoying what they were doing to his mother and sister much too much. He was happy for them, because he knew how much both of them loved what was being done to them. The grunts, groans, and exclamations of pleasure were music to his ears. The fuck smells that saturated the air titillated his nostrils and his brain. The unbelievably erotic sight of his two most intimate loved ones being so joyously violated was a mind-blowing scene that he knew he would never grow tired of watching, that he wished would never stop.
But stop they did, stop they had to. Beverly and Valerie's cunts were too steaming hot, too slickly tight. Their bucking loins were too cock-drainingly demanding for the gang-bang to last too long. One by one the guys stiffened and roared in a chain reaction of orgasms that left them lying weakly, limply on the still thrashing, coming bodies of the two lust-struck, happy victims.
Sliding his left hand down between the cushion and the arm of the recliner on which he was sitting, Steve lifted out a fully loaded.38 Special. Without seeming to even take aim, he pointed the gun barrel at the candleholder sitting on top of the fireplace mantel. As the loud report of the pistol caused the five young men to leap into the air in shock and terror, the single candle in the holder snapped in two and hung broken on its wick.
"That shot had a twofold purpose," Steve announced conversationally. "One was to show you fellows that this gun is indeed loaded, and the target practice on the candle was to show you how straight I shoot."
Moose and Snake stood, with their hands held high over their heads. Tonto and Speedy cowered behind the bodies of Beverly and Val Dick sat looking at Steve with calm, speculative curiosity.
"It's been a ball, guys," Steve went on, "and I couldn't, work up a case against any of you if I tried. I'm sure that both my mother and my sister, will agree that you dudes have made this a truly memorable weekend. But the fun's over that's all there ain't gonna be no robbery.
"Moose, Snake, Speedy, and Tonto, let's see how fast you cats can get dressed, and get the hell out of here. Don't make any stupid plays for those blank-loaded pistols in your pockets, because such action could, prove hazardous to your health. I figure that about ten minutes should be a reasonable time to expect you fellows to be dressed and out of this house now move!"
In exactly seven and one half minutes the front door slammed, and the remaining four people were left in the house alone.
"Okay, what about me?" Dick spoke for the first time since Steve had pulled the gun. "I know when I'm licked can I go, too?"
"No way," Steve replied coldly. "Mom, Bev, you two get out of here. Go to your rooms, close your doors, and don't come down until I've cleaned up the mess, because I'm going to blow this motherfucker's brains out."
"No-no-no!" Beverly and Val screamed in unison.
"Yes-yes-yes," Steve countered in icy rage, "now get the hell out of here, unless you want to see it happen."
He cocked the pistol with a flourish, and aimed it straight at Dick's forehead.
Dick stood staring coolly into Steve's eyes, showing no sign of fear.
Valerie stood off to the side, face in hands, sobbing, "No, Steve, please, baby, I Beverly we love him please don't do it,"
Springing forward to lock her arms around Dick's neck, Beverly smashed her body to his, shielding him completely from her brother's gun.
"Then shoot me first," she cried without looking at her brother, gazing adoringly into Dick's impassive face, "if you're going to kill him, kill me first."
Steve hesitated for a long moment before lowering the gun.
"Okay," he conceded, "I won't kill him yet, but he's got some dues to pay, and since you two love him so much, I'm sure that you will cooperate in helping him pay them. Now everybody sit down and listen carefully to what I have to say."