Surprise! The kids showed up at the lodge two days early, two days before Jessica was to fly down on the helicopter to meet them at the airport. Maxine and Vince delivered them to the doorstep of the lodge. The kids, especially Ricky, were disappointed. Ricky had been looking forward more to the helicopter ride than to visiting the lodge or to seeing his long lost aunt.
"We decided it would be safer to drive them up," Maxine explained. "I don't trust helicopters, and I'm surprised that you still do, Jessica – after what happened."
"Thousands of people die in automobile crashes every year," Jessica said. "I'm surprised you still drive."
"Oh, you know what I mean," Maxine said, and she reintroduced her children to Jessica.
Jessica found it difficult to believe that these kids were the same ones she'd last seen years ago. Bucky was now a muscular teenage surfer with bushy yellow hair and eyes like chips of Southern California sky. He wore a tank-top shirt, which showed off the tanned muscles of his shoulders, and hip-hugging jeans, which showed off more of his bulging virility than they hid. The only part of the child that remained in Bucky was his shyness. He failed to meet Jessica's eyes when they shook hands, something Jessica was thankful for, for she knew she was flushing and shivering like a giddy high school girl at the touch of his warm, slightly sweaty hand. Jessica hadn't felt this turned on by any young man in a long time.
The twins, Ricky and Tessie, could have passed for either two boys or two girls. Ricky had enough of the boyish feminine in his features for him to pass for a cute little girl were he to put on a dress, and Tessie's young body hadn't yet filled out enough in the hips to make her unmistakably a woman. In their T-shirts, however, Tessie showed enough roundness of the tits and Ricky showed enough squareness and flatness of the pectoral muscles to make their respective genders evident. They both had platinum-blond hair, Ricky's cut in a shoulder-length style, and Tessie's hanging to her lower spine in the back. They were a handsome pair of twins, and with their deep bronze tans, they exuded health and sensuality.
Jessica caught herself imagining the two of them naked and in bed together, and she found herself flushing with embarrassment – as if Maxine might read her mind.
"It's been so long," Jessica said, trying to keep her voice under control. "I just know we're all going to have a great time together." She motioned to her assistant manager. "Oswald, show the children up to the rooms I've reserved for them."
"Yes, ma'am." Oswald had been with the lodge from its opening day. He had run the lodge under Roland's command, and now, whenever Jessica was away, he again assumed full authority. He called her Jessica in private, but he always used the formal address in the presence of guests.
Jessica watched Oswald lead the three children to the elevator. He smiled as if delighted that the children had arrived. Jessica knew that the children would be calling him uncle before their stay was over. He was an overweight man in his sixties with a balding head and a glint in his gray eyes. Children seemed drawn to him.
Jessica turned back to Maxine and Vince. "How about a few drinks in the lounge before I show you to your suite?"
"Lead on," Vince said, rubbing his hands together.
"Control yourself, darling," Maxine said. "You can have a glass of wine and that's it. I want you fit to drive back down those mountain roads in the morning."
"You're leaving in the morning? So soon?" Jessica asked.
"We're flying to Hawaii a day early," Maxine said. "We've got a flight out of the local airport to San Francisco. From there, next stop is Honolulu."
"Lucky you!" Jessica said, leading Maxine and Vince into the lounge with its fireplace at one end and its semicircular bar at the other. "I wish I were going."
They took their seats around a rough oak table with a lit candle in the middle. Jessica told the waiter to bring them a bottle of the best white wine in the cellar.
"Why don't you go?" Maxine asked.
"Pardon me?" Jessica said.
"You've got the money to fly to Hawaii anytime you want to. Why don't you sometime? Why do you keep yourself copped up here in the middle of nowhere all the time?"
"Maxine!" Vince said. He gave Jessica a weak smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, it's all right, Vince," Jessica said.
"I'm used to her meddling in my business. She's my sister, remember?"
"Sometimes I wonder about that," Maxine said. "We get to see each other about as often as two cloistered nuns living in different countries. We're sisters, but you just about disappeared from the face of the earth for fifteen years. You didn't even tell Mom and Dad what you were up to. Then, you've suddenly inherited this lodge from a former football hero."
"Maxine," Vince said, "what Jessica does with her life is her business. Will you quit nagging her for a minute?"
The waiter returned with the wine just in time. Maxine shut up while he poured.
"To our reunion!" Jessica toasted.
"To our reunion!" Vince said.
And Maxine, after biting her lip for a second, finally allowed herself to smile and joined in the toast.
At ten-thirty that evening, Jessica let herself into the viewing chamber adjacent to the suite she'd assigned to Vince and Maxine. She came here more for the purpose of eavesdropping than peeping, for Maxine had always been something of a cold fish, and Jessica didn't expect to see anything spectacular in the way of fucking from her younger sister. Jessica felt sorry for Vince. A handsome stud like Vince could have done better than Maxine in the mate department.
What Jessica really wanted to learn from eavesdropping on her sister was what Maxine's reaction was to this evening's interrogations. Would Maxine believe the series of lies that Jessica had told her? Jessica really didn't care what Maxine thought of her, but she did care what her mom and dad thought, and Maxine would be the messenger between Jessica and her parents. Would Maxine's report to her parents sound convincing? Jessica really hoped so.
Jessica had kept her life since high school a dark secret. In fact, even her private life during junior high – and high school – was something her parents knew nothing of. Jessica went to church when told, did her homework faithfully, helped out around the house, never complained – and her parents had left her alone, thinking that she was the perfect child. They'd learned nothing of her sexual activities during her school years and, after high school, she'd left town immediately to make it in the big city, and she had kept her wild life a complete secret from her family. She knew that if her mom or dad or Maxine were ever to find out about her nymphomania, or about her modeling and porn-star careers, or about her real relationship to Roland Grant – they would disown her forever, if they didn't all die of strokes first. For her family was strictly religious, almost a sexual, and Jessica had always wondered how it had been possible that she was ever conceived, or how Maxine had managed to mother three children.
Through the two-way mirror, Jessica watched Vince doing push-ups on the floor. Dressed only in pajama bottoms, he showed off his beautifully developed chest and shoulders, his rippling abdomen, his rich tan. Jessica could see where Bucky had gotten his muscles. Vince sported a scalpful of thick, platinum-blond hair. Jessica's fingers itched to run through it.
"Forty-nine, fifty," Vince counted. Then he blew out his breath and stood up, swinging his arms back and forth, his muscles dancing, a trickle of sweat rippling down his flank from his left armpit.
Jessica's mouth watered for that pearly droplet of salty man-sweat. Her nostrils flared. She imagined that she could smell Vince's sweaty masculinity.
Vince sauntered over to the bed and flopped down beside Maxine, who was propped up with pillows and was reading a copy of Reader's Digest.
"Put on your top, Tarzan, before you drip sweat all over the bed. Why do you always have to do those exercises after your shower?"
"It gets the blood circulating again," Vince said. He dropped his hand on her knee and let it wander inside her green robe.
"Vince, please!" Maxine said. "Not tonight. I'm exhausted from the ride."
Vince withdrew his hand. "You're always exhausted, or you've got a headache, or it's the wrong time of the month, or you forgot to take your pill."
Maxine continued reading. "Tomorrow night maybe."
"Tomorrow night you'll be exhausted from the flight."
"Vince, will you lay off? We're not newlyweds any more."
"But we're not ready for the rest home, either. Shit, we're still a few years away from forty."
"Don't use profanity, Vince, at least not around me. Save it for the locker room at the Y."
Vince leaped up. "Christ!"
"Vincent, I mean it!"
Vince began doing rapid squats next to the bed, inhaling deeply each time he went down, then blowing his breath out loudly when he shot to his feet. His pajamas bulged at the groin each time he straightened up.
"Do you believe all that stuff about the way Jessica worked her way up in Roland Grant's various enterprises?" Maxine asked.
"Why not?" Vince was puffing.
"It just sounds too much like a fairytale in a storybook, the way she met him in college, then little by little rose to the top with him as one of his silent partners. What about all those years he was playing football? Why would he have all those businesses going then?"
"He was rich to begin with," Vince said. He'd stopped doing squats, and now he was stretching at the ceiling, sweat trickling from his hairy armpits. "He inherited a few dozen companies from his father."
"I don't like the sound of it," Maxine said. "Something just doesn't sound right. Why was Jessica so quiet about what she was doing all those years?"
"Boss' orders," Vince said. "Jessica told you that twenty times. Maxine, I'm beginning to think we had to drive the kids all the way up here just so you could interrogate Jessica."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"You know what, Maxine? I think you're just plain jealous."
Maxine threw her magazine at him. "You're crazy!" She reached to the nightstand to turn off her lamp. "I'm going to sleep."
The room went dark, then light again. Vince was standing next to the wall switch near the bathroom door. He'd turned on the overhead lamps.
Maxine had her robe half off. Underneath, she wore a light-green nightgown. "Turn that off, will you?"
Vince dropped his pajama bottoms. His cock sprang up, fully erect. His prick was enormous.
Nine inches, Jessica estimated. With her practiced eye, she was rarely wrong. Nine beautiful inches! "Vincent, I said no, and mean no!" Maxine shouted.
Without a word, Vince sprang onto the bed. Maxine shrieked. Vince fell on her, hoisting up her nightgown and exposing her naked crotch. Maxine pushed at his face, her nails sinking into his cheeks. Vince grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down.
"Vince, please?" Maxine's voice had become a whimper.
Vince rammed his hard cock, at her crotch, keeping her legs apart with his own thighs. "It's always the same, isn't it, Maxine? I've always gotta force it on you."
"Please, darling." Maxine's voice was weaker.
Vince thrust, fucking half his cock into her pussy.
Maxine twisted her head, her face contorted. "Nooooo!"
Vince fucked the rest of his cock into her cunt.
"Noooooo!" Maxine writhed under her husband, impaled on his thick, nine-inch cock. "Oh, please!"
Grunting, his muscles writhing, Vince began to grind his cock in and out of her pussy. "Yeahhh, oh, yeahhhhhh!"
Maxine's body arched, every muscle tight and straining. She bit her lip and whimpered as her husband fucked her.
"Uk! Uh! Mmm!" Vince moaned, his muscular ass bouncing, his huge cock plunging in and out of his wife's tight cunt. "Ahhh, beautiful!" His cock began to make a squishing sound inside her pussy.
Maxine, her eyes clamped shut, her face muscles tight, began to rock her hips in response to her husband's fuck-thrusts.
It's as if she's doing it against her will, Jessica thought. Her hips are fucking against her will. Crazy bitch!
And Jessica wondered whether Maxine had ever willingly fucked Vince. Had Vince been forced to rape his wife every time he fucked her? It was possible – very possible.
Poor Vince, Jessica thought. And then she thought of the kids, wondering what kind of influence Maxine had been on them. Maxine might well be one of those mothers who tell their kids that masturbation causes insanity, or that sex is evil.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Maxine gasped, her hips rocking faster and faster.
Vince fucked his cock in harder, faster, deeper. "Yeahhhhh!"
Maxine's body shuddered. Her fingers and toes clenched. Her eyes shot open and rolled back. Her mouth gaped in a long, low moan.
Vince arched his back, snapped back his head, and pumped his cum into her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh!" His body jerked, his cock fucking his wife with quick in-and-out strokes. "Yeahhhhh!"
When his orgasm had subsided, he fell on Maxine for a few moments, then rolled off her when she pushed him away.
"You're an animal!" she said, getting up off the bed without looking at her husband. Then she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Jessica heard water running.
Vince lay on the bed a few minutes, his cock still hard, throbbing against his abdomen. At last he stood up, went to his suitcase, and pulled out pants and a sweatshirt. When Maxine came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and pulling on his jacket.
"I'm going for a walk," he said. "Care to come along?"
"I told you before – I'm exhausted," Maxine said. "All I want is some sleep – if it's all right with you!"
"Sweet dreams," Vince said, switching off the lights as he opened the door into the hallway.
Jessica found Vince out on the pier looking across the lake at the half moon which was descending toward the mountains. The smell of his sweat came to her, carried on the night breeze.
"Looks like somebody else couldn't sleep either," she called to him.
He jerked around, startled, then smiled. "Just out for a walk. A great night for it – especially up here."
"Come along," Jessica said. "I'll show you my favorite spot."
She took his arm and led him along the lake shore for the next ten minutes. They walked mostly in silence. She thought she could hear Vince's heart throbbing as loudly as she could hear her own in her fevered head. Vince walked along as if he knew exactly where she was taking him and exactly what she had in mind.
They reached the shelter of the ancient Ponderosa pine tree which grew near the water's edge at the back of a small outcropping of rock. The ground underfoot was as spongy as foam rubber – a thick bed of pine needles. Jessica spread out the blanket she'd brought along, and Vince watched her without making any comment. She knelt at his feet and began unlacing his boots. Vince looked down at her in silence.
He had large muscular feet. She kissed his insteps, then began licking his toes. She loved naked feet. She heard Vince unbuckling his belt. She lifted his feet one at a time and sucked on his toes, pretending they were salty cocks. Then she looked up and saw Vince's magnificent cock throbbing in the moonlight like an ivory tusk.
"Mmmm!" she purred. "Beautiful!" She climbed his legs as if they were tree trunks, her mouth watering for a taste of his big cock. She could smell his prick, could feel its humid heat near her nose. "Mmmrnmm!" She kissed the big cock near where it swept up out of his enormous ball sac. The musky scent nearly knocked her out. She buried her nose in the hairy ball sac, feeling the big warm balls throb on both sides of her nose.
"Christ!" Vince whispered. "I can't believe this. Oh, Jessica!"
He grabbed her by the ears and gently guided her head up and down and from side to side as she licked his balls. He dug his thick fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp, causing her scalp to tingle and sending waves of relaxing warmth down her neck.
She moved back up to suck his cock.
Kneeling before him, she had to bend his rock-hard cock down from its forty-five degree angle so she could get its apple-sized head into her mouth. The big cock was so strong that she was forced to use both her hands. She felt the shaft arteries that flanked the thick central vein twitch like tiny twin hearts against her palms. She felt the big prick swell and flex in her grip with such strength that she nearly lost hold of it.
"Vince!" she whispered, peeking up at him past his huge cock. "God, Vince, you're driving me out of my mind!"
Her jeans felt like a straight-jacket strangling her loins, their crotch cutting in between her swollen cuntlips. She wanted to rip her jeans off, but she didn't have the time. Her mouth, her throat, ached for the touch of his cock. Her lips forming a huge oval, she took his cockhead into her mouth.
Vince shivered, staggered, gripped her shoulders for support. "Oh, baby, suck it! Jesus Christ!"
Jessica churned her tongue at the underside of Vince's throbbing cockhead, causing it to swell even larger, causing the piss-slit to open and causing warm pre-cum to ooze out and to slide down Jessica's tongue and into her hungry throat. The taste of the sex-lube was like that of warm maple sap, contrasting with the tart cunt-flavor of the cockmeat itself. Vince hadn't washed his cock since he'd fucked Maxine, and his hard cockmeat was still frosted with Maxine's dried cuntal juices. The realization that she was tasting Maxine's cunt as well as Vince's cock thrilled Jessica even more.
"Mmmmmm!" She munched and sucked. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
Half the prick shaft was buried in her mouth now, and the pulsating purple cockhead was stretching her throat muscles. She bobbed her head, her jaws aching, saliva dribbling out of her mouth. Her tongue churned, rubbing wet circles up and dawn the sensitive pleasure strand on the underside of Vince's cock and just below the cockhead.
Vince inhaled and exhaled loudly. "Oh, baby, this is too much! Oh, Christ!"
He cradled her head in his big hands and gently fucked his hot prick between her clinging lips, between her jaws, between the soft walls of her throat. Sweet pre-cum continued to ooze out of his piss-tube, and Jessica sipped it like a bee sipping nectar. She probed his open piss-slit with her tongue-tip, tasting the warm meat between the slit-lips, fucking his piss-tube with her darting, twisting tongue.
Vince's cock throbbed to the rhythm of her sucking, jerked with each flick of her tongue. The swollen cockshaft veins rippled over her sensitive lips, stimulating them. Warm, prickling sensations flooded her mouth and showered her throat. The feelings were similar to the feelings that swirled through her cunt and loins. When she was sucking cock, her lips became as sensitive as pussylips, and her mouth and throat tingled and throbbed as if they were her cunt getting fucked.
Vince fucked faster, forced his cock deeper into her throat. Her nose nestled now in his pubic hair. Almost all of his cock was buried now in her face. She sucked hungrily, feeling his cockhead throbbing halfway down her throat. Her lips sucked at his groin hairs, at the soft sac-skin at the very base of his cock.
More! she thought. Give me more cock! Nine inches wasn't enough. She wanted a prick so long that its head would reach down into her stomach.
"Ohhh, Christ!" Vince gasped. "Wow!" He fucked her face, scouring her nose and lips with his wiry-haired groin.
Jessica hugged his naked, ass, delighting in the contractions of his ass in her hands. She slid her fingers into his sweaty asscrack and played with his twitching asspucker. She twisted her index finger into his hot, tight asshole.
"Shit!" Vince gasped. "Oh, man!"
She could hear his heart pounding. She buried her index finger up his ass to the very hilt.
Vince tensed, his groin rammed to her teeth. She felt his prostate gland balloon against her ass-fucking finger, and she twisted the pad of her finger into it.
"Ahh!" Vince grunted. "Awwww!" Falling forward and rounding his back, he pumped a copious load of rich hot cum down her throat. "Baaaby!"
Jessica choked on the sudden explosion of cum at first, then quickly gained control of her throat muscles and swallowed the next burst easily. The alkaline scent of cum filled her head, overwhelmed her senses. She clung to Vince's gyrating loins, sucking the cum out of his magnificent, bucking cock. Vince fed her at least a quarter-cup of hot jism before he was finished spurting.
His slightly softened cock slid out of her mouth. She caught the rubbery prick in her hands and licked it from base to head, from head to base, around and around, until she'd cleaned every last drop of thick white cum from its gleaming surface.
Vince watched her, his legs trembling slightly, his breath coming in exhausted gasps. Each time her tongue flicked at his cock, he gasped and his cock twitched.
At last she released his cock and watched it hang there half hard in the moonlight. His prick twitched occasionally, driving her crazy. She was half tempted to suck him off again.
"No woman ever did that to me before," Vince said. "Shit, it was fantastic!"
A feeling of warm satisfaction hugged Jessica. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Vince, feeling his fat cock hanging against her abdomen. She looked up at him. "Glad you enjoyed it."
She pulled his head down, and they kissed. Vince's warm tongue wiggled into her mouth. He stroked her back.
"I'd like to fuck you," he said.
She reached down and squeezed his hot fucker. "Then let's get undressed."