Karen knew that boys really liked for a girl to have big breasts. The idea of having her young boyfriend gawking at her nineteen-year-old sister's swollen chest and then comparing it with her barely developed mammaries was not pleasant to consider.
"I'll just be a minute, Kenny!" she yelled. Then she dashed for her room to dress. Kathie headed for the bathroom to shower. After masturbating herself for so long, she felt icky. Karen dug through her dresser drawers looking for her favorite brassiere, the one that made her breasts look a little larger than they really were. She couldn't locate it but got the bright idea of getting one out of Jerri's room and wearing it. It would be a few sizes too large, all right, but a little wadded-up tissue would easily correct that minor problem. As she was rummaging around in Jerri's room, she was very nervous. Since Jerri never wore brassieres anymore it shouldn't matter if Karen borrowed one, yet she knew her sister would be angry if she knew-
R-r-r-r-r-ip! The noise startled her out of her wits. She stumbled against the dressing table and turned to discover she'd accidentally snagged a long, ankle-length dress Jerri had hanging on the wall. When Jerri heard the commotion and dashed upstairs, she was furious at what she found. She told Karen it was a brand-new dress she was planning to wear that very night on her date with Rodney. She told her she'd have to start sewing the seam back together that very minute in order to have it ready in time.
Karen protested, saying she didn't know how, and that besides that, Kenny was waiting below and she was already late. But Jerri was adamant about it. She knew she was lying about not being able to sew well enough to fix it. "Kenny'll still be there when you get through. Get hopping on it now, Karen," she demanded. Karen started to work on it.
After a few minutes of being alone with Jerri downstairs, Kenny asked if he could go ahead and start studying by himself until Karen got through. He didn't want to admit it, but the main reason for his request was his uneasiness around Jerri. The girl was so pretty and so many years his senior that he felt stupid. And he found it totally impossible to carry on a conversation with her without staring at her braless, jouncing big breasts. Jerri told him to go ahead and study in Karen's room until she finished her chore. Kathie heard the whole thing from the bathroom.
Gee, she thought to herself, this is the chance I've been waiting for. Kenny's alone in our room and Karen can't study with him for at least an hour or so. After I towel myself off I'll put some of Jerri's perfume on and pay him a little visit.
Rodney arrived much earlier than expected and the only thing Jerri could do was fix him a drink and keep him happy till Karen got her dress repaired. He was anxious to see her and gave her a big hug. She pressed herself against him and gave him a big wet kiss.
"Ummm," he said, "I missed you. How are you, how are your boobs, and how's your puss?”
"Rodney," she grinned, shushing him. "What kind of talk is that for a girl's little sisters to hear. Shhhh! They're both upstairs. And Karen's little boyfriend is up there too.”
"Oh yeah?" he wisecracked. "A threesome, huh? A little young for that sort of thing, aren't they?”
She gave him a big french kiss to shut him up and poured him another drink. Before long he changed his mind about going out. He told her she looked great like she was and she didn't need to wait for Karen to fix her dress. He grabbed her and held both palms under her breasts.
"C'mon, honey, loosen up," he persuaded. "Let's leave the upstairs to them and head for your mom's bedroom. You look so great in that pair of jeans and tee-shirt that I can't wait to get you in bed again.”
Her mother wasn't going to be home for a long time, she knew. It was a temptation to do it.
He slipped his hand under her thin shirt and started milking her breasts, his eyes pleading with her. That was bad enough. When he slipped his hand down past her front snap and put his fingers to work on her smooth, rounded, panty-covered mound of Venus, it was too much for her to resist. She succumbed to him.
"I'm wanting it as much as you are, Rodney," she whined, "But do try to be quiet, okay? I can't have the kids upstairs hear us.”
But he had already lifted her into his arms and was halfway there. He boldly unzipped her fly as he carried and bared the front of her panties, then darted his fingers into the furry muff underneath. "Don't worry, honey," he said, his voice husky with passion. "What I want to do with you is feel you, not yell at you.”
"Oh, Rodney," she moaned, "it feels so good to have your fingers on my pussy again. I don't care what happens. Just get my clothes off quick so I can feel your naked skin against me.”
He laid her on the bed and fell in beside her. "Right on, baby. But I'm not even naked myself yet. How you gonna feel my-”
"You will be by the time you get my clothes off," she whispered into his ear, interrupting his words.
He felt her fingers grab his belt buckle and knew she meant business for sure.
"Oh, Rodney, I'm gonna love this!" she exclaimed, her breath hot against his face. "I'm just gonna love it from you tonight. My cunt's wet right now from thinking about it and I don't even have your big hot prick in my panties yet!”
They didn't have to worry about the kids upstairs overhearing them at all. Karen was intent on her sewing in Jerri's bedroom, and Kathie had already gone in to flirt with Kenny. She purposely dashed into the room with nothing but a big bath towel on and her hair hung long and wet down her back. She acted surprised at seeing him and he explained what he was doing there. He looked her up and down. Those long legs and that firm little bottom of hers certainly made her look older than ten, he decided; even if she didn't have anything up front yet. He told her 'he'd go back downstairs so she could get into her clothes, but she told him not to bother.
"You don't have to leave," she said. "Really. Karen told me you guys would be studying in here and I don't want to interrupt you even if she isn't here yet. I'll just step around the corner by my bed and slip into my things there.”
Before he could respond, she opened a dresser drawer, grabbed handfuls of silky, frilly lingerie, and dashed out of sight around the corner. Almost out of sight. Kenny discovered that by moving his head just a few inches he could see her knees and elbows sticking out and moving around in the air amid a whirl of wispy underwear.
Heck, he rationalized to himself, she may be only ten years old, but she's naked as a jaybird just a few feet away from me. It won't hurt to take a gander at her and see a little bit of what she's got to offer. She doesn't seem shy, that's for sure.
A few houses down the street, an older male was forming the same opinion of the girl's mother. Jane had been hailed by a neighbor who lived down the block as she drove home. She had seen him hundreds of times before but just never had got to know him. From the way he waved and asked her to stop by for a few minutes it was obvious to her that news of her widowhood had something to do with his invitation. Within a single hour things had become very intimate between them. She lounged across his bed with her long legs enticingly stretched toward the headboard and her feet on the pillows. And if he thought she lacked shyness, she thought he lacked sense.
"I've already told you I'd go to bed with you, Clifford," she was saying to him. "But why do you want to go to my house to do it? You're the first man that's ever asked me to do that. Most of them want to take me to their place but you want to go with me to mine.”
He put his hand on her leg and stroked it from her ankle toward her knee. "And you're the first woman I've ever met that's open enough to talk about a man fucking her before actually doing it. That kind of thing makes me hard as a rock. As for going to your place to do it, let's just say anticipation is a big part of the pleasure of fucking and I want us to have a lot of it. Fm thinking right now about how nice it's going to be to get in there between your legs and give you a nice working over. And the time it takes to get to your house and crawl into the sack will make me just that much hotter.”
She reached and touched his hand as it massaged her leg. It would be great to have it up her dress. "Okay, let's go," she agreed.
His idea about knowing they were going to make love a long time before they did it had a definite appeal, all right. In the car on the way over she felt waves of warmth flow through her loins at the thought of his naked body next to hers. There was something else very appealing about the man too -his deep, masculine voice. She could have sworn she'd heard it before some place but she couldn't remember where.
On the way into her driveway she was already feeling in his lap as he drove and teasingly rubbing his penis through his pants. His hand was in her lap and he was gently fondling her soft pubic area through her skirt.
"Just wait till I get this thing out in the open, Clifford," she told him. "I'm really going to put it to work on me. Fingering each other on the way over here and knowing what we're going to do has got me hot as a pistol.”
But as they pulled into her driveway and started to park she saw Rodney's car there. She apologized to Clifford and told him her daughter was supposed to be out with the boy, not sitting at home. If Jerri was there her whole night would be ruined, Jane suddenly realized. She could control Kathie, and even Karen and her boyfriend Kenny. They'd all be upstairs and she'd planned to take Clifford into her own bedroom. But if Jerri and Rodney were in the living room, things would be too tight. She couldn't just waltz in and take Clifford to her bedroom without saying something.
Inside the house she soon discovered the living room was empty. In fact, the place was quiet as a morgue. Then she heard it. A sound coming from the direction of her bedroom. "Ungh… ungh… ooh.,. ohh," came the groans.
Jane remembered Rodney's car parked outside and suddenly feared the worst. She couldn't bring a man home and have him find her daughter in bed with somebody-especially her own bed, Clifford would think the Spicers were a family of whores! She knew he heard the sounds so she asked him to please wait in the living room while she straightened things out. She marched into the bedroom.
Rodney, the same young man she'd let into her own pants just a short time before, was bouncing up and down between her daughter's legs like a jumping jack. Jerri's long black hair was tangled and she was huffing and puffing hard under every stroke of his penis. The girl was looking her mother right in the face but she was so near to her climax that it took her several seconds to realize what was going on. Then there was screaming back and forth between her and Rodney till she finally got him to slow down and look over his shoulder. The sight of her mother seeing them didn't faze him at all. "Damn, Jerri," he grunted, "your mother can… ungh… just go to… ungh, ungh… can just go to hell for all I care!" The sweat was streaming off his face and it was obvious he was too excited to bring himself to a halt. "I'm about to get my rocks off, can't you… can't you tell?" he yelled.
But Jerri's orgasm had been ruined by the shock of seeing her mother walk in and she told him so. "Go ahead and be a pig about it," she panted. "It's too late for me to get my cookies, but that doesn't matter to you any, does it?”
Rodney gave a few more fast hunches and ejaculated into her. He tumbled sideways and stared dumbly at Jane as he lay on his back beside her naked daughter. "If it'll make you feel any better, Jerri," he said acidly. "Jane didn't exactly improve my climax either.”
Jane was too shocked by it all to respond to him but Jerri asked him what he meant by calling her mother by her first name. She didn't even know he knew it, she told him. She jerked the bedspread up over her nakedness out of reflex when her mother kept staring, then felt silly about it and let it slide down again. She had already seen plenty. It was stupid to try and cover anything up this late in the game. Rodney still hadn't answered her question. When she asked him again, he broke into a wide grin.
Jane suddenly realized he was about to tell Jerri about the night he made love to her and wound up staying overnight. It was the one thing she had to avoid. She simply couldn't have her daughter find out such a thing. Fear provoked her into action. She interrupted Rodney before he spoke and her manner changed completely. "Now kids," she warily began, "let's not get too worked up over this little affair. Finding you two here surprised me, of course-that's why I was yelling at you, Jerri. But it didn't shock me. There's a difference, you know.”
Jerri sat up in bed. "It didn't?" she asked. She couldn't figure out her mother's sudden change of attitude.
"No," continued Jane. "Not at all. I realize you two are… are young, healthy people who-well, who are grown up enough to need their sex desires satisfied. You must admit, Jerri, that I've never been a really strict mother, I can understand these things.”
Rodney suppressed a guffaw. He saw Jane was willing to do anything to keep Jerri from finding out about them. The wheels turned in his head and he decided to get everything he could out of the situation. "Listen, Jerri, you mom's really cool, you know it? I mean we have to give her credit," he said. He was massaging her breasts openly in front of Jane and when he Saw her stifle a protest, he knew he was in command and that she knew it too.
Within ten minutes the three of them were sitting together on the bed drinking a toast. "To the grooviest mom in the world," he proposed, and they all drank up. Jerri was surprised at what was happening but if he was happy with things, so was she. They kissed and fondled each other in front of Jane. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered for a long time. At first Jerri vehemently shook her head and frowned, but after a little while she started smiling. He had won her over.
"Listen, Mom, Rodney knows a guy who once… well, who once made love to his girl friend and- and her mother. At the same time! And he says the mother wasn't half as good-looking as you," Jerri blurted out.
All three began to know what was coming. Jane admitted she had changed a lot in recent weeks and was much more adventuresome than she used to be, but she didn't know about anything that far out. But Rodney gave her a knowing glance and she remembered his threat. Maybe she'd go along with it but she had to put up at least a token protest, she felt. Rodney poured them all another drink and soon had his hand on Jane's knee. He began inching it under her dress and she felt shivers go up her spine. Mother and daughter looked at each other and a mutual pact seemed to grow between them.
"Rodney is a nice-looking boy," ventured Jane.
"He's a great lover, Mom," bubbled Jerri, "Let him show you. I won't be a bit jealous.”
" 'Course you won't," he told her excitedly. "You'll be getting loved up too, at the same time." He grabbed her naked breasts and shoved his other hand up Jane's dress, drawing the three of them together. "Honey," he said to Jerri, "you're poor mom's still got her clothes on. Let's help her out, huh?”
Their hands flew over the contours of her body and she and Jerri started laughing together like classmates on a picnic. They weren't exactly sure who was going to do what to whom, but they knew whatever resulted from the unholy triangle was going to be dynamite. Jane felt his hands on her exposed panties and even felt Jerri's hands touch her. The girl was so frustrated from having her climax stopped that she was very suggestible, and Rodney had some excellent suggestions.
"Rub her tits, honey," he urged. "Hug her real close… that's the way. Use your mouth on her nipples, don't be bashful. Oh, that's beautiful. You know you like it When I suck off your tits. Give Jane the same treatment! And here's a little pussy-finger for you.”
Their love sounds soon attracted Clifford, but when he peeked in and saw what was happening he turned around and headed straight upstairs. This is much better than I expected, he thought to himself. Fucking Jane would have been fine, hut since she's obviously occupied I'm going to see if I can't find one of those hot little nymphet daughters of hers upstairs.
Things had changed radically among Kenny, Karen, and Kathy. Karen had finished sewing much earlier than Kathie expected and had joined Kenny in their bedroom before the youngster had a change to put her plan into action. She knew she was licked, so she had simply gone into Jerri's room and crawled into bed for the night, rather disappointed and more than a little frustrated. She lay unable to sleep, wishing she'd had the opportunity to see whether she could interest Kenny.
Clifford crept along the hallway toward the only room with a light on. He paused before the partially open door and felt his penis jump in his pants. Karen was sitting on the side of the bed with her dress up above her panties. A teenage boy was with her. She was letting him hug and kiss her, and from the way they were acting it had been going on a little while. He watched and listened intently.
"You really mean it?" the girl was saying. "You thought I was cute the first time you saw me and you wanted to make out with me?”
"Yeah, really," replied the boy. "Especially a certain, special part of you." He grinned and added, "If you're not scared to.”
She pulled her head back and gave him her most sophisticated look. It was almost a smirk.
"Listen, Kenny," she haughtily told him, "you think I'd be letting you see this far up my legs if I wasn't ready to put out? I can do anything with you that any girl in your class will do.”
She grabbed his hand and pressed it to the outside of her blouse. "And if this is that 'special part’ of me you dig, go ahead and explore some there." She had kept her promise and worn the blouse with the large armholes and she knew Be could see inside. She had solved the brassiere problem by doing what Jerri did-leaving it off. She decided her breasts didn't have to be covered by a bra after all.
Kenny could hardly believe his ears. He knew she was very pretty and quite flirty, but he'd thought she was still a virgin. "You mean you aren't cherry?" he said to her.
"What do you think?" she countered. Then she giggled. "Go ahead and find out.”
"Oh, wow, you're too much!" he exclaimed. "Lemme see what you feel like under your clothes then!”
He scooted to the center of her bed and lay down, drawing her down with him. Her skirt fell all the way to her stomach and when he touched the snaps, she helped him. She wiggled out of the garment and let it fall onto the floor, then let him reach under the blouse and put his hands on her unprotected breasts. "Ummm," she breathed, "that feels good. Are they big enough for you, Kenny?" She was still overly concerned about their size.
"They're yummy!" he answered. "Your nipples are all hard now too. I bet you feel something else changing too, don't you?”
She knew he was referring to the increasing wetness between her legs but she didn't answer him direct. "Feel and see for yourself," she challenged. "And how about you? Unless you've got a pocket knife in your pants pocket a certain part of you is changing, too.”
Kenny rubbed his hands up her slim, firm legs and slipped a finger inside the leg band of her undergarment. She responded by snaking her fingers down the front of his pants and worming them into the fly of his jockey shorts. She took hold of his penis and started playing with it. He felt across the damp, curly hairs of her mound and when he inserted his fingertip into her moist organs she gave out a little cry. Their buttocks began to wriggle and rock back and forth.
As Clifford watched the young pair, they stuck their hands under each other's clothes and hugged each other for dear life. He couldn't stand it anymore without acting. Where was the other girl, he wondered. Damn-if he could just find her. He crept down the hall looking in every door till at last he came to Jerri's room and saw a small form under the covers. Quietly he sneaked close enough to see her face on the pillow and knew it must be Kathie. She had just begun to drift off to sleep. Softly but firmly he put his hands over her eyes.
"Guess who, sweetie?" he asked. At first she jumped in fear but then he spoke again. "If you think hard you can tell who I am," he encouraged.
His gravelly, deep voice was dead give-away. "Hey!" she cried. "You're… the man I talked to on the phone… the man that asked me all those questions, aren't you? Wow, where'd you come from? You said you'd surprise me sometime and come see me but I thought you were just saying that. Are you-”
He put a hand to her mouth. "Shhhh!" he cautioned. "Be quiet so nobody'll hear us and catch me in bed with you and we'll have some fun, okay?”
"Really?" she whispered excitedly. "Just you and me, nobody else butting in?" She was still feeling sorry for herself for having to leave Kenny to her sister.
Her reaction was better than he had dared hope. He hugged her immature form through the covers and felt himself shaking with desire. Her small arms wrapped around his neck in the semidarkness and he felt the warmth of her breath on his cheek.
"Yes," he said, "just us. I guarantee you you'll get plenty of attention, sweetie.”
She heard his shoes hit the floor. "I'm getting rid of my clothes. If you'll let me get under the covers with you, I'll do so many nice sweet things to you, you'll pop.”
"Heck, yes," she replied, "I'll let you in. Here, I'll scoot over so you can get all the way under with me. And can you… can you make me come? It'd really be groovy if you can make me do that!”
When he used the word "pop," he'd only intended it as a figure of speech but when he realized how she had taken it, he was only too happy to let it stand.
"Make you come?" he repeated, more excited by the minute. "You sweet little cunt, haven't you ever had that happen to you yet? You bet I'll show you how to come!”
He was completely naked now and Kathie wore only her thin cotton nightie. He ran his hands underneath and let his fingers flow over the incredible smoothness of her prepubescent body. She squirmed in his arms and wiggled closer to him. "Hmmm," she said, "it really feels good when you do that.”
He touched the hard little nipples on her flat chest and felt them spring to life. "I don't have any ninnies yet," she told him apologetically, «but I-”
"Don't worry about that, sweetie," he consoled. "You don't have to have titties to be big enough to get your cookies. Right here's the thing that'll make you do that.”
He brushed his fingertip across the damp nub of her tiny clitoris as he spoke. He played with it a little while but it never got more than just barely damp. His penis was hard as a rock and when he suddenly felt her hand on it he thought he would burst. Somehow her almost childish manipulations seemed more exciting to him than the experienced touch of an adult woman.
I know what your problem is, honey," he said, you need is a little juice down there, that's all.”
She started to tell him that her sister had already told her the same thing but she didn't know how to remedy the condition. But before she opened her mouth she felt his head go under the covers and his warm, wet mouth kiss her naked organ. She had never felt anything so exciting in her young life.
"Ooooooo," she cooed. "Oooooo… ahhhh… omi-gosh, my cunny's so darned hot I'm gonna… wow, it really feels funny… wow… wow… I'm getting so hot… oooo… oooooo!”
The youngster wrapped her slender thighs around his head and bucked to and fro in the ecstatic throes of her very first climax. She babbled for five minutes about how great it made her feel, then noticed that Clifford had risen and slipped on his shoes. She was panic-stricken. She asked him why he was leaving, whether it was because he never did enter her with his penis and ejaculate. He assured her it was okay, that he would do that later with the others.
"What others?" she asked.
He pulled her gently from bed and took her hand. "You'll see," he said. "Just follow me and do what I tell you. Okay?”
She skipped up and planted a big kiss on his face to assure him of her desire to go with him. He took her to the other bedroom door and pointed inside. Kenny and Karen lay in each other's arms on the bed. It was obvious they had already finished making love and were just idly fondling each other's body. He bent and whispered instructions into Kathie's ear and seconds later they darted into the room and were in bed with the young couple.
Karen was scared stiff at first and Kenny almost castrated himself on the bedpost as he leaped out of the bed. But Clifford quickly spread the teenager's legs apart and plastered his mouth on the wet, red flesh of her vulva. At the same time, Kathie cried, "It's okay, Sis. Relax and let him lick your cunny. He won't hurt you. He's a groove!”
Then she turned to Kenny and said, "Don't be mad at him for taking Karen away from you. It'll just be for a little while. Here, let me make you feel good. She was jacking you off when we came in, wasn't she? But just with her hand. Here, let me do the same thing to you that he's doing to her.”
And with that, the precocious youngster put her hand on his penis and edged him toward the bed. When he sat down, she got on her hands and knees between his feet and looked up at him with bright eyes. "I've never done this to a boy before but I know how real good. Hold still and I'll prove it.”
She took Kenny's adolescent organ into her small mouth and applied her lips and tongue with wet enthusiasm. His uneasiness vanished at once and he was perfectly content to let her continue. He looked over and saw that the man was hunched up on his knees between Karen's feet, and had his head buried between the soft-skinned columns of her inner thighs. From the noises he heard he had a good idea what his lips and tongue were doing to her organs even though he couldn't see every detail.
Then, quick as a flash, Clifford raised up and left Karen wriggling on the bed and crying for more. He touched Kathie on the shoulder and she hopped, away from Kenny. The pair lay staring up at him with puzzled expressions on their faces but he quickly explained.
"Come on, kids," he urged, "we're all going downstairs. Kathie and I weren't being mean to you. We were just getting you primed up for later. I knew you'd both just got your nuts off and felt a little fagged out, so we just wanted to get your juices going for the fun downstairs.”
The three looked at each other dumbly. Even Kathie didn't know what he was talking about, But they were so hot with excitement and full of life that they shrugged their shoulders and followed him down the stairs. Karen and Kathie both began jabbering about how their mother would kill them if she caught them running around the house with no clothes on, not to mention having a man and a boy with them. But Clifford told them not to worry about their mother doing anything to them. He led the young trio to the door of her bedroom and peered inside. Then he indicated they should peek in also. What they saw completely dazed them.
Jerri and their mother were lying in the center of the big bed with their faces buried in each other's pubic hair and their arms around each other's plump bottoms. Their hair was all messed up and they were making slow, sinuous motions together. Rodney was lying against Jerri's back with his penis buried in her rectum and was squeezing Jane's breasts in slow, rhythmic motions while Jerri sucked away at her genitals. The kids looked on with eyes as big as saucers. They had never imagined such a position was possible, much less that their mother and sister would participate in it.
"They're just like in the book, Karen," whispered Kathie. "They're doing just like those statues were doing to each other, except there wasn't any guy with them." She reconsidered. "They're doing better than the book showed!" she exclaimed, grabbing Karen around the waist and pointing, as if her older sister's eyes weren't already glued on the threesome.
Clifford grinned and said to Kenny, "Hey, look at the way Kathie grabbed her sister. Think the girls are getting a few ideas from their mom and big sister?”
"Boy, I wish they would!" he replied. "I'd love to see them lie down and do some sucking on each other.”
Karen had been the holdout up to now. But she surprised everyone by telling Kathie, "Mom and Sis sure do look like they're grooving on each other. Let's try it, okay? You're always wanting to, anyway." She put her hand between her little sister's legs and started rubbing her genitals even before they lay down.
Kathie responded enthusiastically by hugging Karen tight and getting a nice, thorough feel of her pooching breasts. Then Kathie sat down between Karen's legs and said, "Hmmm, it smells real sexy all around your cunny hairs. You don't even have to lie down if you don't want to. I'll just lick your cunny while you stand there and watch the others.”
"No," said Karen, "I want to lie down on the floor with you. I want to lick yours, too.”
At this point Kenny couldn't contain himself. "Wow!" he yelled, "Look, they're really doing it to each other.”
His voice was so loud that it was not only Clifford who heard him. So did Jane, Jerri, and Rodney. But Jane and her daughter were too involved to look up and see who it was. Rodney batted his eyes and looked at the four with disarming indifference.
"I don't know who you are, fellow," he said to Clifford, "but you must have been awfully preoccupied when you left your house. The only thing you're wearing is your shoes.”
Clifford glanced down and realized he was the only one of the four with shoes on. The other three were stripped naked from head to toe. He grinned and told Rodney they were all dressed right, considering the occasion. Rodney raised up higher in bed and saw what Karen and Kathie were doing to each other on the floor. The movement caused his penis to slip entirely out of Jerri's rectum and made her raise her head at last from her mother's groin. Her sharp intake of breath caused Jane to raise up and look, too.
Jane almost had apoplexy. She started sputtering and yelling but the two young girls were so involved in mouthing each other they didn't hear a word. Then she saw Clifford and for the first time in two hours remembered having left him to wait for her in the living room. There was simply nothing she could say. Nothing.
Clifford smiled good-naturedly and said, "Don't mind me, Jane. I found entertainment for myself." He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to her two writhing young daughters at his feet. "Don't yell at them for what they're doing, honey," he told her. "You know where they learned it, don't you?”
Jane was so confused she wished she would faint. Anything to get out of the situation. If it hadn't been for the few drinks she'd had, she believed she might have become so excited it would have been dangerous. What was going on between her daughters right before her eyes was terrible, she knew. Shameless. How far she had come from the timid widow she had been such a very short time ago!
And when she really thought about it, she realized how much worse things could have been. Suppose one of the girls had been really wild. For a fleeting instant, she had a clear mental vision of Jerri alone somewhere-in a hippie pad, perhaps-with all three of the boys. She saw them undressing her, falling on her, ravishing completely-and Jerri pretending to resist at first, then giving in with relish and actually becoming the leader in the orgy, indulging in all sorts of unspeakable, unheard-of acts…
Then, just as suddenly, the vision vanished. Jane was sure of one thing. It was her mind that was confused about things, not her body. Her body had simple, specific needs and her mind was not to be trusted. What her body desired at the moment was to have Jerri's mouth back between her legs and to bestow the same wet, private kiss as before on Jerri's sweet, warm organs.
If it honestly felt so wonderful to her to do what they were doing to each other, how could she really condemn her younger daughters for their indulgence in the same act? Surely they would have to keep the neighbors from discovering the family's new sex habits. But that seemed to Jane to be the only real concern. There was no doubt about it. Things were going to be very different around her household.
Jerri dropped her head back into Jane's warm, naked lap and put her mouth to work again on her mother's genitals. A flood of passion flowed through her entire body. She was looking at her two younger daughters very intently now, but in a very different way than before. Clifford, Rodney, and Kenny watched to see what her final reaction to everything would be. Gradually a smile lit her face. She looked at her two young sex-starved daughters with loving eyes as they continued to bury their faces in each other's tender organ. Then she shrugged her shoulders and her smile broadened. "There's only one way I can think of to improve things around here," she said. "Put the girls up here in bed with us. They do look awfully uncomfortable on the floor, poor things!”
Rodney and Kenny laughed, and Clifford stooped to break the little lovers up long enough to move them according to Jane's wishes.
As he got them on their feet and guided them toward the bed, Jane said, "That's right, kids. You might as well come up here with Jerri and me and make it one big happy family. We don't have any secrets from each other now, do we? I guess we let a lot of skeletons out of our closets tonight.”
Then she noticed that Clifford and young Kenny were still standing by the door, just looking on. It seemed they weren't sure just what their roles would be. "Come on, you two," she invited. "Didn't mean to leave you out of this. Hop in bed along with everybody else. As long as it doesn't fall apart under us, we have nothing to worry about.”
They climbed into the bed and eagerly pressed their naked bodies against the quartet of teeming, sensuous female bodies. Clifford got behind Karen and reached around to cover her moist, pert breasts while Kenny was attracted by.the lush, full body of Jerri. He snuggled up to her back and pressed his hard little penis into her anus like he'd seen Rodney do. It was quite clear that she appreciated it. Rodney got behind young Kathie, who was face to face with Karen, and did the same with her. Their position was now such that whenever the two young girls rubbed into each other, Clifford and Rodney added their heft from behind.
Somewhere in the midst of the rhythmically moving bodies, Jane lay in utter bliss. She couldn't be certain precisely who all the various hands belonged to that were touching her body, but she did know for sure how they felt to her. And the feeling was so maddeningly erotic she had no intention of stopping it.
It was at that exact moment the telephone rang. No one made a real move to answer it, but after the fifth ring Jerri called out from between her mother's slippery thighs and asked, "Now who the heck could that be? Everyone we know is right here on the bed, aren't they?”
From an even more remote point somewhere in the body pile, Clifford's voice attempted an answer to her question. In his deep, rough, masculine tones he growled, "I don't know who it could be, but let's don't answer it. It might be an obscene caller!”