Storiesonline.net ------- Vacations by rlfj Copyright© 2002 by rlfj ------- Description: A young widow and her children vacation with her lusty sister and her decadent brother-in-law. Codes: MF FF mf Mf mF Ff inc mother son bro sis dau unc niece aunt neph in-law wife swing group exhib voy oral anal ------- ------- Book 1: Family Vacation ------- Chapter 1 "And just what the hell do you think you're doing, Mister?", asked Ronnie Mercer, looking down at her husband Frank, sitting on the wicker couch on the enclosed rear porch. She had just brought him a cold beer, and had been standing there looking out over the back lawn and down to the Chesapeake Bay. It was a Saturday afternoon, and they were expecting visitors. Frank had been sipping his beer and contemplating the time available. Coming to the conclusion that it was more than adequate, he had reached out and slid his free hand between her legs, curling around her thighs and gently stroking his fingers along them. Ronnie had been wearing a fairly typical Saturday afternoon outfit, a thigh length halter-topped sundress and high-heeled sandals, classy enough for going out and comfortable enough for staying in. He moved his hand higher on her thigh, under the skirt. "I think you know exactly what I'm doing, lady, and I can't quite recall when you've ever complained.", he said. He continued his upwards progress until he came into contact with her pantied crotch, which he cupped and began to massage. He could feel the moist heat emanating through the thin nylon and knew his actions were working. Ronnie let a low moan escape from her lips as she shuddered from her husband's touch. Looking down at him she could see the tent being formed in his khaki shorts. As Frank slid his thumb under an elastic legband to begin directly caressing her clitoris, she gasped, "What about Sue and the twins? They'll be here any minute!" She reached out to the railing to steady herself, instinctively spreading her legs wider. "Bullshit. You told me they were touring the Naval Academy. The tour doesn't start until ten or so and takes a couple of hours, and it's a two hour trip from Annapolis. We have a good two hours or so." Frank reached between her legs and firmly pushed inside her panties, deftly slipping two fingers into her sopping pussy. "Now, any ideas on how we can kill some time?" "Oh, God, you bastard!", she hissed, slipping her hands under her dress and pushing her panties down her thighs to the floor. Frank continued to maul her crotch as she bent over and unzipped his shorts. She should have known he was free-balling, it was his standard mode of attire on weekends! His massive cock leapt upwards from its confinement, quivering with anticipation. "Didn't you get enough last night and this morning?" Frank had been in a particularly randy mood last night. He had taken her to dinner at a restaurant all the way over in Rehobeth Beach, but had laid out her clothing ahead of time. A sheer blouse, black leather miniskirt, crotchless panties, and black stiletto heels. Then, he had repeatedly used her for his pleasures whenever the opportunity and his cock arose. First he had bent her over the back of the couch and grabbed a quickie before leaving, then had demanded a blowjob in the parking lot of the restaurant. In the bar, Ronnie had been forced to flash the other customers, and during dinner Frank had ordered her to undo a button on her blouse at every course. Another blowjob on the way home, and then Frank had ordered her to strip to bare skin, and had pulled a vibrator out of the glove box for her to work herself over with in the car. At home, he hadn't even let her dress to go in the house; Thank God it had been dark and they lived outside of town! Once at home, he had satisfied his lusts anally, twice. "No such thing as enough. Just a little sixty-nine to take the edge off, honey." Frank stretched out on the couch and helped his wife into position. ------- Sue Mallory glanced briefly at the map as she pulled into the small town of St. Michaels. It had been several years since she had visited and she had forgotten most of the various landmarks. In fact, they hadn't been here since well before Harry had died. She pulled onto the small road to Tilghman Island and kept going. The visit to the Naval Academy had been a bust. They had shown up early, only to be told the Academy grounds were closed for a security exercise, but that they would be able to tour tomorrow. That was no good, they would be on the Eastern Shore by then. Oh, they would be able to come back during the week, maybe even with Ronnie and Frank. Her sister and brother-in-law had invited them to stay for two weeks, so the time was available. Still, she had so much wanted to show Harry Junior and Taylor where their father had gone to school. He had been so proud of serving his country, and had absolutely hated being forced out by his heart condition ten years ago. Two years ago it had killed him. By then Harry had found a good job running a factory in Indianapolis, but it was simply too long a trip to do on anything but a special vacation. It had been a fourteen hour trip to Baltimore, and another three hours today. Sue had been surprised by how well Harry had left them. He had almost no pension or insurance from the Navy, and good though not spectacular benefits from his new job, but he had purchased a ton of cheap term life insurance. She had gone to work not so much from need as because it let her get out of the now empty house! The kids could get away at school; without a job Sue didn't have that excuse. It had been a year, eleven months, and fourteen days since Harry's heart attack, and his wife had missed him with all her soul for every second of them. She had cried herself into hysterical sleep on the anniversary of his death. Her second such anniversary would be coming up before they left and she wondered if she would be able to handle it any better this year. Harry had been the only man in her life. To his shocked delight, he had discovered that she was still a virgin when he first managed to coax her into his bed. That had been in Norfolk, when as a young ensign with a flashy car straight out of the Academy, he had met the young secretary at the Naval Yard. She had been saving herself for marriage, but Sue had never met anybody quite like the big and boisterous Harry Mallory, with the easy smile and the piercing sapphire eyes. He had literally swept the eighteen year old off her feet. Her virtue lasted until well into their second date. Now, as she drove down the causeway to Tilghman Island, she realized that she missed more than her husband's easy laugh and infectious grin. She missed quite a different portion of his anatomy, one that had brought her sixteen years of never-ending and constant joy, one that she had used and abused whenever her husband was at home from sea duty, and after his retirement had been her daily delight. Sue's husband had been the proud possessor of a long and thick prick, and he had taken considerable pleasure in slipping it to her whenever he or she had taken a fancy to do so. She almost laughed as she remembered the glee he had shown when returning from sea duty to find her hot and ready. His first trip was six months and had come just four months after their wedding, itself only six months after they had met. By the time he had shipped out she was already pregnant and beginning to show. By the time he got back home, the twins had been born and she had gotten back into fighting trim. After kissing her and the twins, he had hustled them into her car and lifted her skirt, to see if she was in the same shape as when he had left, "fresh fucked!" She had laughed uproariously at this, then nervously smiled and looked out the windows of the car as he yanked her panties down and left them on the floor of the car. "Navy tradition, honey.", he had explained. "I can just about guarantee that the only woman on that dock wearing pants was somebody's mother!" She had been so nervous at the welcome home party she had scheduled, what with running around without her underwear on, but that had passed as soon as Harry had gotten her alone in the bedroom and taken her from behind, fiercely and without foreplay. Regardless, she had orgasmed immediately, and ignored the thin stream of come which had run down her thighs afterwards. She noted that most of her friends, officer's wives from Harry's destroyer, had the same distracted and dreamy look about them that she did. After his next trip, he had told her about another Navy tradition, throwing quarters out on the lawn to keep the kids occupied when he got home, and how he would have to demonstrate when the kids got older. She sighed in lonely contentment as she tooled down the highway, Harry Junior in the passenger seat and Taylor in the back seat, surrounded by luggage and watching the scenery roll by. Since that terrible day, Sue had worn her mourning almost as a badge of honor. When, after a suitable period, gentlemen had begun to ask the vivacious young woman out, she had turned them down flat, citing a variety of reasons, from children to job pressures, but the real reason was that she couldn't conceive of 'cheating' on her dead husband. Her needs were martyred to his memory and the lonely nights were broken only by the fevered usage of the vibrator she had bought during that first deployment. Most of the men hadn't wanted a real relationship anyway, not being at all interested in picking up a pair of teenagers and a ready-made family. They simply wanted to get into the pants of a well-stacked redhead with long legs. Finally she found the small mailbox marked 'Mercer' and pulled into the drive. The trio piled out and headed up the walkway, leaving their luggage in the cramped Taurus. Climbing the steps to the front porch, Sue rang the bell. No response. She rang it again, twice, but nobody came to the door. Looking back at the driveway she saw her sister's battered Nova and a new pickup that she figured must be Frank's, so where were they? She began to knock on the door, first faintly but then with more effort. Finally she turned to the kids. "Go around back. Maybe they're down by the water. I'll stay here in case they come to the front door." Harry Junior shrugged at his sister and they went down the steps while their mother continued knocking at the door. Sue watched them leave, marveling as she always did at the difference between them. She knew, as more than a few people didn't, that fraternal twins, as they had to be, being brother and sister, did not have to look alike, but the difference was extreme. Harry Junior was almost the spitting image of his father, tall and muscular, a jock in his high school, blonde and blue-eyed and a real heart-stopper. His sister was equally blonde, but hazel-eyed, short and petite, smaller even than Sue herself, with the biggest damn set of tits Sue had ever seen on a teenager. Harry had joked about buying a shotgun for when she began dating. Their sixteenth birthday would be coming soon and that day would be upon them very shortly. The pair turned the corner and she turned back to the door expectantly. Despite their different appearances, both teens were fairly affectionate with each other, having burned through the difficult years quickly. They both thanked God that they hadn't been born identical twins. At least with the differences nobody had the urge to make them wear matching sailor suits! They slipped through the gate to the fenced in back yard and looked around. They had never been here before, and they saw a fairly large yard with an in-ground pool, completely fenced in with a high fence. At the back of the yard another gate let through to a walkway down to a small pier on the Bay. A small powerboat was moored there, so nobody was out fishing, and nobody was in the yard either. They looked at each other silently, then heard a low moan coming from the porch on the back of the house. They walked over and peered in through the screens. The sight astounded them. Uncle Frank was buck naked and laying flat on his back on the couch. Aunt Ronnie was wearing a very small dress, but the halter top had been untied and pushed to her waist, and the skirt was around her waist as well. She was straddling Uncle Frank, her naked cunt sitting on his face as her high heels flanked his ears, and was leaning forward, her mouth open and sucking on Uncle Frank's massive cock! She was bobbing her face frantically as both her hands worked the thick cockshaft, and he was eagerly lapping and chewing on the pink gash quivering on his face. Both were moaning and groaning, and it was apparent that neither was paying the least attention to the prospect of somebody walking in on them. Suddenly, Uncle Frank gave a loud groan and began to grunt, his hips bucking up at his wife's eagerly grasping mouth. Harry Junior was astonished to see the results of what he understood to be a blowjob. Aunt Ronnie backed off until only Uncle Frank's cockhead was still between her lips, then began to pump the shaft vigorously with both hands. Uncle Frank moaned at the treatment, and both teens could see his balls contracting as they spasmodically pumped a load of jism into his wife's mouth. Taylor thought it must have been a pretty big load, because Aunt Ronnie couldn't keep it all in and swallow it, since some leaked from her lips and down onto her hands and Uncle Frank's cock. After the older couple had satisfied themselves that as much come had been retrieved as possible, and Ronnie had licked her husband's crotch clean, both sat upright, coming face to face with the open-mouthed pair of teens on the other side of the screen. "Oh shit!", they both exclaimed. Ronnie stood and ran inside, almost falling as her dress fell around her legs. Frank simply stood and turned his back to them, pulling his pants and sports shirt on. Dressed, he turned around and came through the screen door. "Well, that must have been quite the shock. We weren't expecting you for a few more hours." "Uh, yeah, I guess so.", was all that Harry Junior could think to say. His sister stared mutely at her uncle. Frank grinned at her and snapped his fingers under her nose. "Hello, anybody home? Earth to Taylor! Earth to Taylor!" Taylor started and jumped back a foot, then grinned and stepped forward again. "Listen, you two, what say we don't tell your mother everything about how you found us, okay?" "Sure thing, Uncle Frank.", said a grinning Taylor. "Yeah, okay by me. At least we waited, right?", joked Harry Junior. "Yeah, at least you waited." Frank reached out and rapped Harry Junior lightly on the head, then rubbed his hair. He wrapped an arm around his niece's shoulders and led her back through the gate to the car in the driveway, with his nephew in tow. ------- Chapter 2 As they got to the front lawn, the front door opened and Ronnie burst out, to wrap her arms around her sister and embrace. "Sorry, Sis, Frank and I were down by the water! The kids got us. You're here early!" The other three caught on to the cover story in case it was needed. Everybody helped unload the sedan and take suitcases and clothing inside. Frank unceremoniously dumped it all in the middle of the living room and the others did likewise. Finally, when the car was empty and the living room was full, Ronnie directed them further. The kids would take their cousin's old rooms; they had been gone for years, although they might stop by next weekend. Francine was working at an ad agency in New York, and Jimmy was a welder in Baltimore. Sue would sleep in the den, which Frank had converted to a home office, but it still had a convertible couch in it. The rest of the afternoon was spent in moving people into bedrooms and catching up on family since they had last talked. Frank showed the Mallory clan the grounds, promising Harry Junior and Taylor to take them out on the boat the next day. He ran an insurance agency in St. Michaels and was going to take some time off over the next few weeks. At dinnertime, he ordered everybody to clean up and get dressed casually since they were going to a crab house in St. Michaels for dinner. This fascinated the teens, since they had never eaten crabs before, and Frank and Ronnie had a blast teaching the 'rookies' how to demolish the tasty crustaceans. It was late by the time the got back, and everybody felt like going to bed. Frank stripped down to his boxers and crawled between the sheets, reading Newsweek. Several minutes later Ronnie came out of the bathroom, dressed in a sheer pink baby-doll top, tied together at the neckline and open down the front, and missing the matching panties. He tossed aside the magazine as she slid under the covers and snuggled up against her husband. Throwing a leg over Frank's, Ronnie reached under the sheet and slid her fingers through the gap in his boxers. A stiff prick was waiting inside. In response, her husband tucked one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around her shoulders, his hand reaching down to idly massage her asscheeks and the crack separating them. "I told you we shouldn't have started fooling around this afternoon." Ronnie quietly chided him, lightly fondling his dick. "Eh, so what.", whispered back her husband. "You enjoyed it, didn't you, and don't bullshit me either. Besides, it's not like you've never been fucked without being seen, eh?" Ronnie giggled and admitted the truth of both statements. "Still, it's not quite the way I envisioned greeting my sister's kids on their first visit." "Yeah, I'm sure you were planning on greeting them with cookies and milk. Ronnie, they're not kids anymore. They're what, fifteen, sixteen? What makes you think that either one of them hasn't seen or done something like that? Were you a virgin at that age?" He smiled, knowing the answer. They had been childhood sweethearts, and he had popped her cherry, with her enthusiastic cooperation, the summer after they turned fourteen. Ronnie was smiling as she said, "You son of a bitch! Maybe I ought to find out just how innocent Harry Junior is, see if he's got the same kind of equipment Sue used to brag about his father having." She gave a hard tug to the erection filling her hand. "I always wanted to know if Sue was full of shit about that." "Ummmm, only if I get to do the same to Taylor and her mom." "You've always had the hots for my sister." "Yeah, well I can't wait to see Taylor in a swimsuit. That kid has got the biggest rack I have ever seen! Bet she's tighter than hell, too. Sue, too, probably, if she hasn't gotten any since Harry popped off.", commented Frank. "You horny pig!" She moved away in protest, but Frank tightened his arm around her and kept her in position. "What are you complaining about? Share and share alike, isn't that what we agreed? You know, I think those kids were really getting off on watching us screw around earlier. They didn't stop us, did they? Besides, they're on your side of the family. No blood ties to me, it wouldn't be incest at all, would it?" He brought his free hand down and began to tweak her nipples. "Well, not really, anyway." Ronnie gasped at the sudden attention her tits were getting. Pushing the covers down, she squirmed atop her husband and spread her legs. Frank pushed her hips lower and Ronnie felt his cock glide smoothly into her hot and juicy twat. As she began to buck against him, she commented, "You enjoyed it this afternoon, too." He gave her a curious look. "I could tell. You always enjoy it when you come in my mouth!" She sank down against him and began writhing her way to multiple orgasms. Down the second story hall, Harry Junior closed the bathroom door and went back to his borrowed bedroom. He could see the light still on under his aunt's and uncle's bedroom door and wondered whether they were reading or talking or, uh, whatever. He got pretty excited by the idea of whatever, and when he got back to his room, he quickly searched out one of his socks from earlier. Pushing his briefs down, he wrapped the sock like an oversized condom around his erection and began to jerk off, all the while dreaming that it was he that his aunt had been working over that afternoon. In her room across the hall, Taylor had already fallen asleep. She had also gotten herself off, but it was to visions of sucking off Uncle Frank, and even for a brief, dark moment, her own brother. Downstairs, Sue dressed for bed in one of the oversized flannel shirts she had taken to wearing since Harry had died. Prior to that, he had preferred for her to wear as little as possible to bed, explaining it was so he could fuck her anytime he felt like it. Since she wanted him to fuck her as often as possible, most nights, even if she wore a nightie to turn him on, once they had fucked, she would strip it off and sleep naked, curled up and wrapped around his equally nude form. Nowadays she wore flannel and panties. Sue wasn't tired, despite the lateness of the hour, and decided to watch the late news on the television in the den. When she turned it on she got nothing but a blue screen, until she found the remotes and figured out that she had to turn on the VCR for the circuit to be complete. The late news out of Baltimore was just ending, and Sue noticed several unmarked videotapes sitting on a bookshelf above the television. Curious, she pulled one out and slid it into the machine. The screen jerked as static appeared, then settled down after a few seconds more. Sue discovered it was a home movie. Her sister was walking through the living room, but Sue couldn't understand what was happening. For one thing, she had never seen Ronnie dress that way; her sister was wearing a sheer blouse and no bra, so her big tits were clearly visible, a very short skirt, nylons, and high heels, a real pair of stilts! She stopped in front of the mirror over the buffet and brushed her short blonde hair, then stepped back, reached up and jiggled her tits at the mirror and popped all the buttons loose on the blouse! Next she walked over to the front door and opened it, letting Frank come in. He was dressed like some sort of workman, in a pair of overalls and a tool belt. What was going on? If Frank and Ronnie were both in the picture, who was running the camera? The shots were moving so it couldn't have been on a tripod, even if they had rigged one to follow them around. Were her sister and her brother-in-law making blue movies? The quality seemed too poor for that, the camerawork seemed kind of jerky and the sound was really bad. Next she watched Ronnie direct Frank to begin working on an electrical outlet, and the camera focused on Ronnie as she sat down behind him on a couch. Leaning back, she spread her legs wide and pulled her skirt up, showing that her nylons were actually thigh-high stockings. She wore no panties and her pussy was shaved bare. Ronnie pulled her tits out, too, then masturbated for the camera. Finally, when Frank was finished, he stood and turned around. Seeing the 'lady of the house' playing with herself, he took off his tool belt and unzipped his overalls, thrusting his erect cock at her face. Sue couldn't believe the size of Frank's cock, it really was as big as Ronnie had said! After a quick blowjob that ended in Ronnie jerking Frank off all over her tits, Frank had gotten down on his knees and licked out Ronnie. The camera followed the entire way, zooming in for a close-up suitable for medical school. Afterwards, Frank had stripped Ronnie of her blouse and skirt, leaving her in stockings and heels, and had her kneel on the floor, whereupon he had fucked her doggy style before pulling out and assfucking her. The movie ended with a close-up of Frank pulling his limp cock out of Ronnie's asshole, his cum dribbling down her inner thighs. Sue couldn't believe it! Worse, was the fact that she was more stimulated than she had been in years. Harry had often rented dirty movies to watch with his horny wife, often getting Sue to perform in tandem with the actresses on the screen. Nothing had prepared her for seeing a home video of her sister and her sister's husband getting it on like that, making their own little movie. Who could have made it? She could never imagine having done such a thing with Harry! As her mind whirled, she hit the EJECT button and hid the tape where she had found it, then went to bed and masturbated to sleep. ------- Chapter 3 The next morning broke sunny and hot. There was a definite hint of sexual electricity in the air, although the only overt sexual encounter occurred when Frank stepped out of the shower and asked Ronnie for a quick hummer. She had promptly drained his nuts, then showered herself. The tone of the day was set by host and hostess, who showed up for breakfast in swimsuits and beach cover-ups. Ronnie had worn the most conservative bikini she owned, which actually wasn't all that conservative she reflected, considering her husband's tastes. Right after the bacon and eggs had been consumed and the plates had been cleaned up, the other three switched to their own swimsuits. Unsurprisingly, Sue wore a very modest one-piece, a 'sensible' suit she had purchased after Harry had died, a suit meant to be worn by cloistered nuns, and completely unlike the strings and thongs her husband had been in favor of. On the other hand, her daughter, Taylor, had no compunctions against wearing a sexy bikini, and she showed more skin than either of the older women. Frank loaded everybody on the boat, along with a pair of skis and life vests, and pulled out into the channel. At first they went up the sound towards the causeway and back, as Frank and Ronnie gave a running description of the Bay and surrounding islands and peninsulas. Then they motored out to deeper water and stopped. Happily learning that their guests already knew how to water-ski, Harry Junior and Taylor were quickly decked out in life vests and dumped overboard with skis and tow ropes. The family spent the rest of the morning roaring around the eastern Bay, with the Sue, Taylor, Ronnie, and Harry Junior switching off on the water-skis. Frank demurred, saying he could never get the hang of it, and drove the entire time. After lunch, Frank had to make a few phone calls, and Sue and Taylor decided to take naps, so Ronnie asked Harry Junior if he still wanted to ski some more. He grinned and nodded 'Yes', so they grabbed a pair of skis and headed back down to the ski-boat. Ronnie showed him how to handle the boat as they pulled away from the dock and out into the Bay, then switched positions with him to allow the teenaged boy to ski first. After about twenty minutes he dumped, so she throttled back and picked him up, then let him drive while she skied. Everything was going fine for a bit, until they hit the wake of a freighter heading out to sea. The chop was sufficient to make Ronnie hand signal for Harry Junior to slow down, but the inexperienced youth misunderstood and goosed the throttle higher. Moments later, Ronnie went flying. Harry Junior slammed back on the throttle and turned back, to find Ronnie swimming around and gathering up her skies. Stopping alongside her, he leaned over the side of the boat to help her in, but she turned away from him. "Get me a towel!", she demanded. "Huh?", he asked. "Get me a towel, or a shirt, or something. I lost my suit!" Harry Junior could only stare. She was right, except for the life ring wrapped around her waist, she was both topless and bottomless. Another demand for clothing woke him and he scurried around the boat looking for something for his aunt to wear, but the search was fruitless. There were no towels on board, and neither skier had worn a beach cover-up or shirt. He turned back with an embarrassed shrug. "Oh, hell, here take these.", Ronnie said, handing up the skis. Harry Junior stashed them and pulled in the tow rope. He was face to face with his naked aunt as she clambered up over the stern rail and slid down into the cockpit of the small power boat. "Shit!", she exclaimed as she removed the life vest and tossed it aside. "It's not like you didn't see everything yesterday, is it?", she laughed. She lounged back against the gunwale of the boat and smiled at him. The teen was stunned, and stared frankly at his aunt. She was the same height as his mother, but her hair was a very light platinum blonde, cut short. Her skin was tanned a dark and golden brown, with no tan lines of any sort, and he knew she could only get that way by regularly sunbathing in the nude. Even her pussy was tanned and Harry Junior was fascinated by her complete and utter lack of cunt hair. Best of all, his aunt's tits were nice and firm, of a nice size, probably a C cup if he had to guess, considering the sizes of the tits he had seen in Playboy and a few other skin magazines. "Pretty good for an old broad, huh?", she asked, grinning. She could see the effect she was having on the boy by the tent which had formed in his baggy swimsuit. Embarrassed, he turned away, his face reddening. "You're not old! You're beautiful!", he exclaimed. "Don't be silly. You can look. Jesus, after yesterday, this is old news! But thanks, I do try to stay in shape, simply to keep Frank interested, if nothing else.", said Ronnie. "Huh?", he blurted out, turning back although he tried to keep his eyes focused elsewhere. It was a losing battle, as they kept coming back to rest on her tits and bare pussy. "Well, your Uncle Frank is a damn horny bastard, and I like to make sure that I'm the one he's fucking. Get my drift?" Harry Junior gulped and stammered out his understanding. He was rooted in position, standing above her. "Now, if I'm going to sit here naked, I don't think it's very fair that you're still dressed." Ronnie scooted over to her stunned nephew and grabbed his trunks by the waistband. She yanked them to his knees before he could protest. "There, now we're both dressed the same." She tugged his trunks down to his ankles and stared at the massive erection pointing at her face. "Wow, Harry! That's one hell of a cock! I think you're even bigger than your uncle! You're sure as hell thicker!" She reached up and grabbed his cock with her right hand, as her left reached between his legs to fondle his pendulous balls. The sudden touch by the naked women was too much for the teen. Groaning loudly, he came massively, spurting his jism onto his aunt's tits and face, as his knees trembled. Ronnie pumped and fondled until he was finished. Harry Junior collapsed to his knees in the back of the boat, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", he whined. Ronnie laughed and wrapped her arms around the boy. "Jesus, Harry, don't sweat it. It's not like you're the first guy to ever come on my tits. Now come on, get down here and eat me." Confused, he looked at her as she wiped a dollop of come off her left breast and licked it from her fingers. "What?" Ronnie propped herself against the side of the boat and licked up another glob of jism. She spread her legs wide and Harry Junior stared between them at her moist and puffy cunt. "I said, I wanted you to lick my pussy. Now come on, lay down on the deck and put my muffin where your mouth is. We're going to have a lot of fun!" She positioned the dazed lad between her legs and, guiding him by the ears, gently pulled his face to her crotch. His curiosity got the better of him as her natural perfume overwhelmed his senses. With half a mind he listened as she described the basics of the female anatomy and how he should concentrate on the little knob at the top of the wet slit, her clitoris. The other half couldn't decide whether the salty-sweet flavor was her own or a residual effect of swimming in the saltwater. Either way, he sure liked the taste, and it wasn't anything like a dead fish, unlike what his buddies back home said! Once her nephew had found his target, Ronnie laid back and allowed the pleasure to wash over her. She finished cleaning up his come just as he began to suck her clit between his lips. She shrieked as she came in a crashing wave. Harry Junior looked up in concern. "God, that was good! Now lay down and I'll give you some of what Frank got yesterday." She positioned him on his side, facing her, then lay down the other way and threw a thigh over his head. Harry Junior leaned back in and began to eat his aunt out again, while Ronnie moved forward and took his renewed erection into her mouth. As she sucked his cock and pumped his shaft, she was astonished by how large a cock the teen had. It looked to be all of nine inches long, and two wide, a full inch longer than Frank's! Opening her mouth fully she inhaled as much as possible and began to deep throat the boy. Groaning, he rewarded her efforts. She could feel him tense up as his dick swelled between her lips, then without warning he began to blast his come into the back of her mouth. Ronnie was hard pressed to keep up with the flow. Harry Junior pulled away and collapsed into the decking as his aunt sucked the come from his pulsing dick, completely forgetting the thighs which had trapped him before. He looked up at her in wonder as she sat upright, licking her lips clean, and smiled. "Wow! That was great!", he exclaimed. "You liked that, huh?", she asked. He could only grin and nod. "Great! Just give a girl a little warning, next time, okay?" "Gee, I'm sorry, Aunt Ronnie.", said the abashed boy. Ronnie stretched out next to him and placed a hand on his shriveled dick. "It's all right, Harry, it wasn't a complaint." She explained, "Just let the girl know when you're about to come. Some women don't like the taste of come, it'll give them a chance to pull back. Others, a lot of others, like me, love to have a guy come in their mouths, so let us know so we can get ready to swallow. And then, sometimes, we might want you to stop, so we can cool things down a bit before continuing. Don't worry so much. You did great, and you tasted delicious. I can't wait for you to get hard again, so we can fuck." She began stroking his flaccid cock and it rapidly lengthened and filled her hand. "Yeah, that's it." Ronnie stretched out on her back and spread her legs, drawing her knees up. Her cunt gaped open at her nephew. Harry Junior scrambled to his knees and crawled between her legs. He moved to a point where his dangling gland was aimed at its target but stopped. He may have been strong on the theory, but he was a complete innocent as to the practice. Ronnie solved the problem by reaching between them and firmly stuffing the bulbous purple cockhead into her cunt. Harry Junior sank into the heavenly tunnel with a moan of pleasure. His aunt moaned in delight and wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to slowly pump back and forth. "Ohhh, that's it, ohhh, that's so gooood!", she whimpered. Harry Junior's two previous orgasms had drained him of any urgency and he began to thrust with long and steady strokes. "Uh, am I doing it right, Aunt Ronnie?", he asked. "Not if you have to ask, Harry.", she quipped. He stopped and looked down at her in horror. Grabbing him by the ass, she started him up again. "Christ, Harry, that was a joke! You really have to lighten up, you know!" As he settled back into the rhythm, she said, "Don't worry, Harry, you're doing just fine... Ooooohhhhh, God, don't ever stop... Oh, honey, you are a great fuck... You just need to practice... Frank was just like this when we started, only I didn't know enough to be able to teach him... Harder, harder... I promise I'll teach you whenever we can... oh, I love to fuck... fuck me, fuck me..." Ronnie continued to instruct her nephew as she gasped in orgasm after orgasm. Finally, the pressure in his balls became overwhelming and Harry Junior exploded into the tight and greasy gash of his aunt. They both fell apart, sweat dripping under the hot sun, and lazed in each other's arms. Ronnie glanced at her watch and swore. "Oh, shit, we have got to get going!", she said, and dove overboard. Harry Junior stared in disbelief as she gave herself a quick saltwater bath, then clambered back aboard. "Come on, you've got to wash the come off." She pushed him over the side, and he cleaned up. Coming back aboard, she handed him his trunks and he put them on. "You drive!", she ordered. When they pulled back to the dock, Harry Junior spotted his uncle's tee-shirt from earlier laying on the dock, and passed it to her. Frank was sufficiently larger than his wife that her lack of a swimsuit wasn't apparent. They walked back towards the house to find the other three sitting around the pool. Frank was still in his swimsuit and tee-shirt, reading the Sun while drinking a beer. Sue was lounging on a recliner reading a romance novel. Taylor had switched bikinis to one she felt was more conducive to getting a good tan. Her uncle was in awe. It was more extreme than any his wife owned and that was saying a lot. This one basically consisted of sequined dental floss. She was lying face down on a blanket catching rays with her eyes shut, back glistening with suntan oil and her bikini top untied and stretched out beneath her. Frank stood as his wife approached. "Have fun?", he asked. "We had a ball!", she replied, winking so that only her husband could see. "I need a shower." Startled, Frank followed her inside. He pulled the hem of her shirt up once they got inside, to find her naked beneath it, and caressed her plaint ass with the palm of his hand. "Does this mean what I think it means?", he asked. She turned and kissed him quickly. "Yep, share and share alike, that's my motto. It was great, Frank, really great!" Entering the master bath, she pulled her husband after her and reached into his trunks. He was rigid to her touch. "I could still do with some more, though." She stripped off her shirt and pulled her husband after her into the shower. ------- Chapter 4 Down at the pool, Harry Junior told his mother a rather tall tale about how they had switched off on the skies all afternoon. Then, seeing his defenseless sister laying there, he held a finger to his lips and silenced his mother. Running, he made a leap into the pool and came down in a perfect cannonball, drenching his sister with the splash. Taylor awoke in a fury, sitting up a screaming at her brother, completely forgetting her half-naked state. "You bastard! You little prick!" As Sue laughed, Harry Junior surfaced to his sister's indignation and swam to the side, staring as she yelled at him topless. He had never seen her tits nude before, and they were simply awesome. Once he had searched through her drawers and read the tag on one; it had said '36 D'. He hadn't really believed it until now. As she ran out of steam, he lit another fire. "Nice tits, Taylor!" He barely had time to duck before an empty Coke bottle came flying at his head, then the girl dived for the blanket and covered up again. Sue laughed until the tears were rolling down her cheeks. ------- "You sure you want to do this, honey?", Frank asked his wife as they got ready for bed. He had pulled back the covers and was laying on the sheet, an erection trying to peek from his boxers. Ronnie was brushing her hair in the bathroom. She had on a short silk robe. "You think this is the way?" Ronnie came back in and sat next to her husband on the bed. "Nervous, Frank? You?" She tugged his boxers down and lovingly fondled his manhood. "You've seen it yourself. She's so wrapped up in her dead husband she can't see the world around her. God, Sue's only 35! That's way too early to shrivel up and die. We've got to do something to break her out of this rut she's in. You should start on her tomorrow, charm her and sweet talk her. It may be tough, but I'll prep her as best I can, then you fuck the living shit out of her and prove there's still a world out there! Why do you think I left those videos of ours down there, instead of right here, where we watch them?" "And tonight?", he asked with a grin. "Jealous?" Ronnie began to jack her husband's shaft. "Envious. Come on, do me fast, first." Grinning, Ronnie pulled the sheet below her husband's waist and firmly gripped his erection. She began to fist his shaft, preparing to bend over and swallow his cock, but as she saw the bead of precome form, she got a different idea. She started telling Frank about how she had jerked off Harry Junior, how he had licked her clit and they had sixty-nined, how she had spread her legs and let him fuck to his heart's content. With each incident revealed, Frank became more excited, until, hips churning, he shot a massive load into the air and down onto his chest. Ronnie leaned down and licked the come up, then she pulled the sheet back into place and stood. Going to the bathroom, she touched up her hair and adjusted her robe. With a wave, she slid out the bedroom door and down the hall. Stopping at the opposing doors near the landing, Ronnie held her head to the door Taylor was behind, but heard nothing but her niece's gentle snores. Satisfied, she slipped to the other door and opened it, sliding through and shutting it silently behind her. She immediately moved to the side of the bed. Harry Junior stared at her, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed. This was like a dream come true. He had been laying naked on top of the covers, his fist was still on the cock he had been jacking off, thinking about this very thing! Ronnie doffed her robe and climbed onto the bed beside him. "You haven't come yet, have you?", she asked in a low voice. "Uh, uh, no.", he said with embarrassment. "Good, that leaves more for me. Remember, we have to keep the noise down." "Are you nuts, Aunt Ronnie? What about Uncle Frank?", he whispered. She waved a hand in dismissal. "Forget Frank. I jerked him off and he fell asleep afterwards, happy as a clam. Want a blowjob?" ------- Down in the den, Sue settled into a padded armchair and turned on the TV and VCR. She selected a different tape this night, and slipped it into the slot. Moments later she found herself watching another home production by her sister and brother-in-law. Reaching under her flannel shirt, she pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. It took her a few seconds to realize that this tape was different. It wasn't simply Ronnie and Frank screwing, there was another couple in the living room with them. At first she only saw a strange man, naked and sitting on the couch, with a naked brunette kneeling at his feet and sucking his cock, then Ronnie joined them, equally naked and knelt down next to the other couple and began licking the strange man's balls. The other couple were roughly her relative's ages. The fellow had a bit of a pot belly and was bald, but the woman was a real knockout, with hooters bigger than Ronnie's. Ronnie turned and said something to the camera, but the sound was turned so low that Sue couldn't make it out. The camera stabilized in a fixed position, obviously on a tripod mount, then Frank stepped out from behind and sat down on the couch next to the other guy. Frank was also nude, and his massive dick pointed at the ceiling. The women switched positions, and the brunette began to blow Frank while Ronnie began to suck the other guy. Good God! Her sister and her husband were swingers, wife swappers, who knew what else! Sue stared in rapt fascination, her hands slowly undoing the buttons on the flannel shirt, as she watched the two women bring their partners to release. The video stopped briefly, then restarted, this time being held by hand. Frank must have been the one filming, because both women were screwing the bald guy. He was laying on his back on the floor while Ronnie straddled his hips and rode his cock. The brunette was facing Ronnie and sitting on the man's face. Both women were kissing and fondling each other's tits. Frank brought the camera in close. There was a shot of the bald man's cock pistoning up into Ronnie from beneath, several shots of the women sucking the other's tits while waving at the camera, and a long shot of the man eating the brunette. He pulled back and spread the women's pussy lips wide, showing a lot of pink and talking to the camera, then leaned back in and began to savage her clit. The next scene must have been taken by the other man. Frank was kneeling down behind the brunette fucking her doggy style while she had her head buried in Ronnie's cunt. A close-up of Ronnie showed the man's come running out of her pussy and down to her ass, another detailed Frank pulling his cock out of the brunette's pussy and stuffing it up her ass. He pumped for a while longer, than pulled out and crawled up to the other two, now kneeling and facing him, then jerked off onto their tits. Frank watched his sister-in-law through the half-open door to the den. He hadn't really been sleepy and had pulled on a bathrobe and had wandered downstairs for a snack. Seeing the flicker of a television coming from the den he stole over and glanced in. Ronnie had been right! Sue had found the tapes and was watching one of their favorites, a swap party with a couple from Salisbury. Frank watched in delight as Sue opened her shirt and began to pinch her nipples one-handed. Her other hand was buried between her legs, and he could hear wet and sloppy sounds from her cunt. Reaching down, he loosened his bathrobe and reached into his boxers. Pulling his cock out, he began to stroke his hardon. Once Ronnie got through with Harry Junior, Frank was going to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week! Sue sensed another presence in the room, and slowly turned her head. Her fingers kept working between her legs as she stared, glassy-eyed with orgasm, at her brother-in-law, half inside the doorway and stroking a cock as large as Harry's had been. She ignored the scene on the screen, Ronnie getting double fucked in the pussy and ass, and stared vacantly at Frank's cock. 'No time like the present', thought Frank. Two steps forward and his erection was in Sue's face. She closed her eyes and moaned, opening her mouth, and Frank slipped his cockhead between her ovalled lips. An overwhelming sensation of lust took control of Sue, and she grabbed Frank's cock and stuffed it into her mouth hungrily. Her cheeks puffed with suction as her tongue swirled around the meaty intruder, her hands furiously pumped his thick shaft. She began bobbing her face back and forth, demanding the sweet and salty fluid she had been craving for almost two years. The video ended, to be replaced by silent static, and she continued her attack. Finally, Frank took her head in his hands, and, hips twitching, exploded onto her tonsils, spewing like he hadn't spewed in years, into the lust crazed woman's mouth. Sue stopped sucking and leaned away from him, turned her head and started to cry. Frank gently lifted her and carried her to the bed, stripping her shirt from her, then lay down next to her. He allowed her to cry into his gray-haired chest until she collapsed in exhaustion, all the while stroking her sides and breasts. Then, sensing the time was right, he moved Sue onto her back and moved a hand between her legs. Leaning down, he began to lick and suck her nipples while sliding first one, then a second, and finally a third finger into her drenched cunt. Sue began to shake with pleasure, loudly demanding to be fucked, but Frank kept up the assault until she had come twice more. Sue was drenched in sweat by the time Frank moved between her legs and buried himself inside her. Despite his intense desire and stimulation, he held off as long as possible before flooding her cunt with his load. Sue collapsed into exhausted sleep. Frank covered her with the sheets, then slipped out, closing the door behind him. ------- Chapter 5 Ronnie stuck her head into the den early in the morning. "Hey, sleepyhead, you awake yet! Come on, get up! Let's go jogging!" Sue woke bleary-eyed and stared at her sister. "What?" "Come on. Let's go jogging. You said you wanted to run this morning. Let's go!", she ordered. Sue saw that Ronnie was already dressed for the part, in a sports bra, jogging shorts, socks, and sneakers. Forgetting briefly that she had just fucked her sister's husband in the sofa-bed, she grumbled, "Okay, okay, give me a moment." Ronnie left and Sue crawled out of the bed. She closed it up and pulled out her own running clothes. By the time she had dressed, her sister had returned with a large glass of OJ, which Sue downed greedily. She stood and the pair headed out the door. They began an easy lope down the road, south into the bright morning sun. "I see you found our tapes.", commented Ronnie. "Huh?", said Sue, a guilty look on her face. Did Ronnie know she had fucked Frank last night? "The tapes, I saw one of our tapes in the VCR in the den. I guess that's a surprise, huh?" "Jesus, Ronnie, what is with you two? What are you, secret swingers or something? How long have you been doing this? How come you never told me!?", asked Sue. "Shit, it must be twenty years now. You were still back in high school, I guess..." ------- Frank's biweekly poker game was just starting when the pagers went off. Every other week Frank and four of his buddies would get together for a nickel-ante poker game at somebody's home. Their wives and girlfriends usually came along for a hen party of their own. The requirements were simple enough, provide a keg and snacks. The party would rotate among the group of twenty-somethings, and tonight the poker party was at Frank's and Ronnie's apartment in Salisbury. Two of the guys were volunteer firemen, and for once they were neither too drunk nor too far away to respond. Tossing their cards down in disgust, they stood and made their apologies. A wife and a live-in girlfriend grabbed jackets and followed the men down to their cars, and suddenly the group was down to six. Surprisingly, the three remaining guys were fairly sober, while the two wives and one fiancée left had been heavily into the wine coolers in the kitchen. Laughing, they plopped down in vacant chairs and wanted to know why the game was over. "'Cause three handed poker sucks.", explained Tom. His fiancée laughed and picked up the cards in front of her. "Are kings and queens any good?", asked Tammy. The guys looked at the cards she held up in disgusted relief. Barry had tossed down a full house to go fight a fire. "Yeah, they're all right.", said Rick. "Great! We can play them.", announced his wife, Tricia, downing her cooler. Ronnie cracked another open and handed it to her. "This ain't a team sport, honey.", her husband commented. "Shit, how hard can it be if you three clowns can play?", laughed Ronnie. "That sounds like a challenge, lady. Bring any money?", asked Tom. All three women broke into laughter. Tricia and Ronnie made a big show of looking for their wallets in the back pockets of their jeans. The three remaining guys gave each other a speculative look. "Well, there's always something else you ladies could bet.", said Frank. "What?", demanded Tammy. "Ever play strip poker?", asked her fiancée. All the women laughed uproariously at the suggestion, but Tricia asked, "So how do you play it." "Real simple. Instead of money, you bet your clothing. Losers have to take off something. It's easy.", said Rick. He gave an evil grin to the other guys. "Can't play poker without gambling.", agreed Frank. The women tried to weasel out of this but were egged on by the men. Finally they agreed to give it a shot. Unfortunately for them, not a one of them had a clue as to how to play poker. Some basic rules and the ranking of the hands was explained, but they were all too drunk to pay attention. Fortunately for them, Ronnie won the first hand, and the three men and other two women had to kick off a shoe. The next hand was Tricia's, and the men were in stocking feet, along with Tammy, while both Ronnie and Tricia had one shoe. Unbeknownst to the women, the three men had been giving each other signals to dump the first two hands, to set the women up for the kill. Following the first two hands, most of the game went the men's way. There was the hand where Frank dealt his wife a straight flush, forcing the guys to lose their shirts, literally, but the guys generally alternated winning to even things out. Within a half-dozen hands, the three women were down to their bras and panties, while the men still had on shorts, tee-shirts and pants. On the next hand, Frank won, and suddenly Ronnie, Tammy, and Tricia found themselves faced with taking their bras off. Nervous, Ronnie and Tammy reached behind their backs while Tricia froze. "I can't!", she wailed. "You wanted to play in the big leagues.", commented her husband. "You got to play by the big league rules. Pop that top, honey.", said Rick. "Shit, Tricia, they all saw you when you lost your swimsuit at Ocean City anyway!", said Tammy. She undid her clasp and peeled off her bra, followed by Ronnie. Tricia grumbled and took hers off as well. The guys stared at the three sets of well-formed breasts staring back at them and started whistling and applauding. Rick and Tom peeled off their tee-shirts and tossed them aside, then Tom picked up the cards to deal. He dealt and ended up placing a pair of eights and a pair of sevens down, which his fiancée proceeded to beat with three queens. "I win!", she squealed. "Sorry, honey, but it doesn't work that way.", he told her. "Why not? I got three of a kind and you got two pair. You beat me earlier with that same combination.", she protested. Frank and Rick could scarcely believe their ears as Tom said, "Yeah, but your two pair were both red. My two pair are both black. In that case, the two pair beat the three of a kind." "Bullshit!", the women all exclaimed. "Hey, we told you the rules. Welcome to the big leagues. Am I right guys, or am I right?" "You're right, man.", agreed Rick. He could barely keep a straight face. "That's the way the game is played. Check the rules if you like.", said Frank. There wasn't a rulebook in the apartment, of course. The three women screamed some more, but eventually gave in, standing and peeling off their panties to the applause of their men. They all stood and turned around, showing off before sitting down again. "So what do we gamble next?", asked Tammy. Ronnie looked at her and waggled her eyebrows, while Tricia opened her mouth and lewdly licked her lips. Tammy's eyes opened wide, but Tom came to her rescue. "I think I'd better be getting you home, babe. You are looped!" Tom stood and pulled his shirt back on, and slipped on his loafers. Tammy moved to grab her underwear, but Tom picked them up first. As the other exploded into laughter, he told her, "Unh unh. You lost them, they're mine now.", and moved away from her. "What!?!" Tom grabbed her jeans and blouse as well. "That's the rules!" Grabbing her hand, he propelled her naked form screaming and squawking towards the door, as behind them, the remaining four collapsed in laughter. "Jesus, that guy never stops!", commented a gasping Frank. "He won't be getting any for a month!" "Shit, did you see how perky her nipples were? He'll be banging her all night long!", replied Rick. "So, what do we play for now?", asked Tricia. Ronnie looked at the men curiously as well. Frank and Rick stared at each other in shocked surprise. More? Shrugging at his partner in crime, he said, "Well, if you lose again, you have to grant us a wish. Whatever we say, you've got to do." "Yeah, that's the way we play, now.", chimed in Rick, dealing out the cards. Ronnie and Tricia promptly received hands full of garbage. "Okay, ladies, shake those tits for us!", demanded the dealer. "Shit!", they complained, but both women reached up and cupped their breasts, jiggling them slightly. Ronnie's tits were slightly larger than Tricia's, though Tricia had much bigger nipples. "Come on, get with the program! Shake 'em!", complained Frank. First Tricia, then Ronnie, began to shake their upper torsos. Both sets of nipples were distended with sexual heat. The two women lost the next hand as well, so Frank took things to a higher level. "Okay, come around here and sit on the table, facing us.", he ordered. They came around and hoisted themselves gingerly onto the rickety card table. "Now spread your legs... right, now show us some pink... lots and lots of pink." Surprisingly, neither woman complained. Instead, their fingers dipped between their legs, which they spread wide, and pulled their pussy lips apart. The cunts gleamed wetly, and both women began to slowly stroke their clits. Rick looked over at Frank. "Fuck the poker, man!", he exclaimed, and dove face-first into his wife's musky smelling cunt. Tricia screamed as her pussy was probed by Rick's tongue, but promptly closed her eyes tightly and wrapped her hands in his hair. Both Ronnie and Frank stared at the public sex being performed before their very eyes, then Frank dove between Ronnie's thighs and the orgy was on. After both women had come, the men simply pulled them off the table and dragged them into the living room. Unzipping their jeans, they pushed them down their thighs, showing major stiffies, and demanded their wives provide immediate blowjobs. Ronnie and Tricia dove to their labors and were rewarded minutes later by mouthfuls of jism. Rick ordered them to keep going, until they were hard again. Then, he surprised the others by asking, "Hey, let's switch off?" In for a penny, in for a pound, the women swapped places. Frank and Ronnie had never been with anyone else before. They had been screwing since they were fourteen, and had never cheated on each other. But this wasn't cheating, was it? They were both in the same room, weren't they? Before Frank could come, though, Tricia surprised him by stopping and climbing onto his lap. Before he could open his mouth, Tricia had straddled his thighs and sank her pussy down onto his dick. She cried out in orgasm as she bottomed out, her clit rubbing against his pubic arch. Ronnie stared briefly then repeated the maneuver for Rick. The foursome fucked side-by-side until all of them had come, then collapsed onto the couch in astonishment at what had happened. Afterwards, Tricia and Rick made a confused exit, and Frank and Ronnie were left to wonder just what had happened, and what effect it would have on their friendships. They were very pleased that the only effect it had on their own lives was to make their sex play, already at a high and frequent level, even better. They fucked constantly. The answer came a month later, when the poker game was held at Tricia's and Rick's house. Early on, Tricia buttonholed Ronnie in the kitchen and asked, "Remember what happened after that game a couple of weeks ago. Interested in a repeat?" Ronnie demurred briefly until she could check with her husband, but when he agreed, she told Tricia, "Okay". "Great. So stick around when the game breaks up, and we can have some fun. I have got to tell you, ever since that night, Rick hasn't been able to keep his hands off me!" ------- "... So we started to fool around. We go out about once a month now and meet some friends somewhere here on the Eastern Shore and have a sex party." "Holy shit!", exclaimed Sue. "What, are you in some kind of orgy club or something?" "Nah, it's just us and some other couple, we know several. We tried something bigger once, but it wasn't for us. We like to be able to watch each other getting fucked. It's a hell of a turnon!" "I just can't believe you! My own sister... and you never told me!" "What, like you haven't told me about you and Frank last night?", asked Ronnie. They had hit the halfway point and had returned, and were now walking the last few hundred yards back to the driveway. Sue gaped. "You knew? You knew all along and didn't say anything?! Jesus Christ!" Ronnie laid her hand on her sister's arm and smiled warmly. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. It isn't just the sex, it's the fact that we can trust each other so much that makes it so great. I trust Frank and he trusts me. We talked it over even before you got here. I wanted him to fuck you." Sue was astonished. "What!?", she gasped. "Honey, you are too young to shrivel up and die. Harry was a hell of a guy, and I know you loved him, but he's dead. You're not, but you sure as hell have been acting that way. Your kids need a real live mother, not a martyr, and if you don't get some life back into those bones, you're going to end up older than me. I don't mean to be cruel, but you need to get fucked!" Sue collapsed onto the side of the road, crying. Could it be? Her own sister having her brother-in-law try to seduce her? Was it a seduction, anyway, since she had been an active participant? Frank may have pulled his cock out, but she had put it in her mouth and sucked him off. Had she ever screamed or protested, even once? NO! Ronnie hugged her sister around the shoulders as Sue cried. After a few minutes, when her tears began to dry up, Sue looked at her and said, "Thanks. I know you guys meant well, it's just so, so goddamn weird!" "Yeah, well, that's us, I guess. So, was it good? Frank said you were simply fantastic in the sack!", pressed her sister. Sue grinned. "It was fucking great! I haven't had a cock since Harry died! I couldn't believe how good it felt, I just came and came and came! When did he tell you?' "This morning. I was so horny when I woke up I started to lick his cock. When he woke up, he just grinned and pulled me on top of him, then told me while I did all the work. I've still got his come in my cunt, right now!" "Wow!", exclaimed Sue. "Far fucking out!" "Yeah, I think so. Listen, after breakfast, we are going shopping for you. Enough of this 'Mother Hubbard' clothing. You always dressed sexy for Harry, so we are going to get you something to chase guys in. Then, one of these nights, you, me, and Frank are going to go out and get it on. I want to watch you guys screw your brains out!" "You're shitting me!" "Like hell! Afterwards, we'll see if we can't find a fellow for you, to take the edge off., hey?" ------- Chapter 6 After breakfast and quick showers, the pair climbed into Ronnie's Nova and headed back up the causeway to the mainland. As they got on the main road towards Salisbury, Ronnie asked, "So, did you and Harry ever fool around? Like us, I mean?" Sue was quiet, not answering in the negative like Ronnie expected. Surprised, she pressed further. "Well, have you? You're not saying no, so that must mean, yes!" "Uh, not really. I mean not like you guys, it's just that, well, there was this one thing Harry and I used to do..." ------- The radiogram read, "Docking San Diego 6/14 5 days NU." Sue understood precisely what it meant. Harry's ship was docking in San Diego starting June 14th and he wanted her to come out for a few days of R&R. The NU meant 'No Underwear.' After calling the base, she confirmed that Harry's destroyer was hitting San Diego tomorrow morning, so Sue had to work fast. First she called a neighbor friend and arranged for her to take care of the twins. Next she called the airport and bought a ticket for an evening flight. Finally she pulled out a large hanging bag and started going through her wardrobe. NU meant more than simply 'No Underwear', it was code for an entire range of clothing. No slacks or shorts, no sneakers or low shoes, no pantyhose. Sue was restricted to skirts and tops, dresses, high heels, and stockings. The only panties or bra she could take was the most revealing bikini she owned. She was to make herself as available as possible for her husband's pleasures. Sue pulled out her sexiest clothes and packed. The rules were the same regardless of whether Harry was with her or not. Later that afternoon, having taken the twins next door, Sue changed into her travel clothes, which consisted of a matching brown skirt and jacket, beige blouse, thigh-high stockings, and high heels. That night in San Diego, she slept naked. The next morning she greeted her husband's ship wearing a short sundress, high-heeled sandals, and nothing else. As they drove back to the motel room she had taken, Sue teased her husband unmercifully. Leaning back against the passenger side door, she pulled her skirt to her waist and began running her fingers around her freshly shaven pussy. Normally, when Harry was away, she would let her cunt hair grow out some, but whenever he was home based, he liked it clean shaven. By the time they got to the motel room, Harry was ready to explode. Even before Sue had her key in the door, Harry had lifted her skirt from behind and was stuffing a finger down the crack of her ass and between her hot and sweaty thighs. As soon as the door had closed behind them, Sue found herself kneeling on the bed with her dress around her waist, with Harry's cock pounding into her cunt from behind. Afterwards, he had her remove her dress and relieve him orally, then they rested before going out for lunch. In short, it was the start of a perfectly normal vacation for a horny young couple without children to worry about. Harry had just received notice that he was on the early list for promotion from lieutenant jg to lieutenant, and he and his wife spent a lot of time celebrating horizontally. Then, midway through their vacation, Harry took Sue across the border to Tijuana. Neither had ever been there before, but several of Harry's buddies had told him of the incredible sex places in the border town and he had mentioned it to Sue. Intrigued, she agreed to go, so they moved out of the Holiday Inn for a day and drove down. If Sue felt nervous about wandering through the grubbier parts of a grubby city in a foreign country, she didn't say so, although she did feel very reassured to have her very large and muscular husband holding her hand. Some of the places they passed looked to have an active trade in white slavery going on. Harry led her into a place a friend had mentioned and they were shown to a small side booth. The room was dark and smoky, and none too clean, and Sue was on the verge of asking Harry to leave when the next stripper came out. Sue had never seen a striptease before and found herself sitting down to watch. She gripped her husband's hand tightly. She and Harry had a couple of beers during the next half hour, as several strippers came and went. Sue was beginning to get bored when the next act came out. This was a sex show. A woman came out with a stool and a large dog. Sitting down on the stool, she spread her legs and allowed the dog to lick her cunt. The stripper seemed to be enjoying it, Sue told her husband, who shrugged and said maybe so. Sue was fascinated to see the woman stand and kneel, bending over the stool. The dog began licking her again, but in this position she could see that Fido had a huge hardon. As soon as the woman gave a command, the dog placed his paws up on her back and began to hump the woman. She was crying out in guttural Spanish as the large dog pumped and pumped, whining with delight as he did so. Sue couldn't believe how hot her pussy was at the sight. As the performance was coming to an end, the waitress came back and asked if they wanted another round of beers. At least Sue thought that was what she was asking, she had only had a few years of high school French. Harry's language skills were rudimentary at best. Aside from 'Hola', 'Adios', and 'Muchas gracias', the only Spanish he knew was 'Dos cervesas!' - 'Two beers!'. She began chattering to him and the last thing she said was "Twenty dollars". Clueless, Harry slid across a pair of tens, and then, equally astounded, both he and his wife watched as the waitress, a slim girl no more than sixteen years old, slipped to the floor and crawled under the table. Before either he or his shocked wife could say anything, the girl had unzipped his pants and fished out his stiff cock, then promptly stuffed it in her mouth and went down on Harry. Harry threw his head back in ecstasy, gripping Sue's wrist reflexively. "Oh, God! Oh, God!", he cried as he exploded against the little whore's tonsils. Sue stared in rapt intrigue as she watched another woman suck off her husband! Finally, as she finished draining Harry, the waitress looked up at them from under the table. Chattering again, this time her eyes were looking at Sue. Wordlessly, Harry pushed another twenty to her, and the whore switched positions. Sue stared in disbelief as the girl pushed her skirt up and buried her face in her wet snatch, then it was her own turn to scream silently as she was pushed over the edge to orgasm after orgasm. Afterwards, while Sue regained her breath, the whore slipped away. As soon as she could, Sue stood, grabbing her husband's hand and pulling him bodily from the bar. "Jesus Christ, Sue, I had no idea what she was saying to me! You gotta believe me! I had no fucking idea!" "Take me back to the motel, Harry!", she told her husband. "Sue, I'm sorry, I didn't know!", he protested. "Shut up, Harry. Just take me back to the motel and fuck me, Harry." Harry gaped at his wife. "Wha... What?" "Harry, if you don't take me home and fuck the hell out of me, I'm going to go back inside there and let Fido take a turn. I am so hot for cock right now I could take on the Marine Corps Band!", she announced. She began dragging him back down the street towards their motel. Afterwards, both agreed that the sex they had later that day was some of the hottest they had ever had. In some ways, that vacation was the high point of their marriage. Certainly the next two months was the lowest. Almost immediately after returning to his ship, Harry had taken the pre-promotion physical that had discovered the early signs of congestive heart failure. By the time Sue had gotten home, her husband was calling her from San Diego, crying as he told her of his medical retirement. It was the most heart-rending time of their lives. Still, the same qualities that had enabled Harry to graduate at the top of his class at the Naval Academy, that had earned him a growing and brilliant reputation in the Navy, that had seen him promoted early twice, and that had endeared him to his wife, proved to be the same qualities so many private companies were in need of. Within two months, before the final paperwork on his discharge had come through and while they were still living on base in Charleston, Harry had found a good job running a department in a factory in his hometown of Indianapolis. Fortunately for the Mallorys, while the job market in Indianapolis was strengthening, the housing market still showed weakness. The first week of September found them in their new hometown, staying with his parents. It was a whirlwind of activity for Harry and Sue as they found a house, arranged a mortgage and movers, registered the twins for school, and did the other myriad activities needed to completely uproot and move a young family. Finally, at the end of the week, they agreed to chuck it all and spend some time on themselves. They packed a light bag and left the kids with his grinning parents, then headed out and got a motel room. They wouldn't be back for a day or two, they said. They got to the motel around six and decided to have dinner, hit the bar, and go out on the town for a bit. The first order of business was a fast shower for Harry, but after a few minutes Sue got a gleam in her eyes and undressed. Opening the shower door, she stepped in with her husband and discovered that his cock was very dirty and needed an awful lot of soap to clean. Unsurprisingly, her own tits and pussy were absolutely filthy as well. Harry solved the sanitary dilemma by inserting his soapy cock into her cunt from behind and forcibly moving it deeply within her, then allowing the hot water to wash away their come. Afterwards, Sue told Harry she was going to take a bubble bath and she would meet him down in the bar. Sue had been able to pack lightly because she had brought next to nothing with her, only a pair of tiny dresses, some stockings, and a dressy pair of high heels. After she had shaved her legs, pussy, and underarms in the tub, she had dried off and slipped into the very long stockings and heels. Lastly, after giving herself an approving once over in the mirror, she slipped into a new dress. A very lightweight, pale green silk wraparound that ended several inches above her knees, it highlighted her red hair to perfection. Riding the elevator to the lobby, she shivered at the sensual feel of the cool silk barely touching her aroused skin. Watching his wife come through the lounge doors, Harry developed an instant hardon. Her firm, full breasts bounced freely under the wrap top, while her smooth and silky thighs flashed through the skirt's opening as it wafted about her lightly. After a dinner where he often let his fingers slip beneath the hem to toy with her moist slit, they moved back to the bar for a drink before finding a nightclub. As Sue perched on the barstool, her legs crossed and exposed almost to the lace tops of her stockings, she noticed a blonde at the end of the bar. She was rather pretty, though her makeup was perhaps a touch heavy, and several men had gone up to her and talked, then left. Tapping her husband on the hand, she discretely pointed and smiled, then said, "Everybody seems to be striking out down there." Harry glanced up from his view down his wife's neckline to the girl at the end of the bar. Shrugging, he commented, "She's a hooker." "What!?", exclaimed Sue. "I said, she's a hooker.", said Harry. "Those guys hitting on her think she's an amateur. When she tells them she's a pro, they lose interest." "Harry Mallory, how do you know she's a, a, you know?" Harry smiled at his young wife. "I just know. Don't ask me how, but I can tell. Besides, it's not like she won't find a customer. Businessman's bar, near the airport, in a motel - she'll find somebody to pay the freight." "Harry, are you sure?" Harry looked down at the blonde again, then looked back. "Yeah, why?" Sue slowly dragged a red-painted fingernail across the back of her husband's hand. "Well, remember that bar in San Diego..." For once in her life, Sue believed she had shocked her husband. He stared at her, his jaw dropping to the bar, then stammered, "Are you asking what I think you're asking? Jesus, Sue, I never expected that bar to be like that, I swear!" Sue jiggled her tits and let her skirt slip open to a dangerous level. Running her fingertips along Harry's hand, she coyly said, "I know that, Harry. It was kind of fun, though, wasn't it?" Her husband coughed and swallowed his drink. "Christ on a crutch, woman, you will never cease to amaze me. You want me to..." He pointed down at the bar, and then back and forth between Sue and himself. Sue simply smiled and batted her eyes, then jiggled her tits again. "Holy shit!" Harry signaled the bartender while Sue adjusted her skirt for a slightly more decorous look. "How about another round?" The bartender brought new drinks and Harry paid him. Before he could move away, though, Harry slid a ten across the bar. "That lady down at the end, the blonde, buy her another of what she's having, too." The bartender raised an eyebrow at this, knowing full well the blonde's occupation, but didn't comment. Harry and Sue watched as he served the drink to the blonde, who looked in their direction to see Harry smiling and nodding, while Sue looked embarrassed. She nodded in appreciation, then stood and walked down the bar towards them. Coming closer, they could see she was in her late twenties, maybe thirty, slim and of a medium height and build, wearing a flattering black dress, stockings, and heels. "Thank you.", she said. "Our pleasure.", said Harry. "What's your name?" "You can call me Erin. What's the occasion?" "Well, my wife and I were thinking about having a party, and you looked like you might want to come." "Well, I am a party girl. What kind of party and how many would attend?", asked the hooker. "Oh, just a small group. My wife and I, and you. We were thinking of an oral sort of party." "Well, I'd be pretty interested, but I'd have to buy a party dress." "I understand. What do party dresses go for these days?", asked Harry. Sue sat back in fascination, watching her husband negotiate the prostitute's services. She had never considered that Harry would know a damn thing about whores, and here he was procuring one in front of her! For her! The three finished their drinks and headed up to Harry and Sue's room. Once inside, Harry pulled out his wallet and paid the woman, who looked at them curiously. "First, I think we'd like you to take your dress off, please.", said Harry. He sat down on the side of the bed and tossed aside his jacket and tie. Sue sat down next to her husband nervously. Erin reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. She turned away and pulled it down, showing that she was braless, then turned back and let the dress slip to the floor. Underneath, she wore a small pair of black satin panties and black thigh length stockings, and a pair of black high heels. She had an athletic frame. Harry unzipped his pants, exposing his erect prick, then reached over and took his wife's nervous fingers in hand. Smiling, he motioned Erin over, and she knelt between his legs, tugging his pants down to his ankles. After a long and thorough session, Harry pulled her face closer to his crotch and spewed his come down her throat. Erin knelt back and looked up at the couple in expectation, swallowing Harry's come as she silently asked for direction. In response, Harry reached over and pulled Sue's dress apart, exposing her pussy. Erin smiled at them and shifted positions, then dove into Sue's muff. For her part, Sue was nowhere near as quiet as her husband had been. "Oh, God... yes, yes... that's it, right there... more, more... lick my clit..." She graphically cried out in pleasure where the whore was to lick and suck next, until finally she cried out and collapsed against Harry. Harry was so turned on by the scene that his cock, so completely drained only a few minutes prior, demanded another blowjob, holding Erin's head in his hands as he guided his cock between her heavily made-up lips. Afterwards, Sue received another tongue-lashing, this time with Harry stripping her dress off and assaulting her tits with his own tongue. Then Erin was sent on her way with a generous tip. The pair immediately undressed and climbed into bed, where they screwed the rest of the night and well into the dawn. ------- "You are such a fucking slut, little sister!", exclaimed Ronnie as they pulled into the mall's parking lot. "I'm betting that wasn't the only time you did that." "God, no!", exclaimed Sue. "After that, it was sort of like an addiction. Every couple of months, Harry and I would feel the need for it. We'd dress up and go out to a hotel and rent a room, then go find a bar with a hooker and bring her back. Sometimes, if we didn't find one, we'd go back and screw while talking about previous women, but Harry could almost always find one. It was like a sixth sense." "Like he had done this before, maybe?" Sue shook her head. "No, we talked about that, and he said he had never done that before." "And you believed him?" "Remember what you were saying about trusting Frank and how that was what made the swapping so good? It's the same thing." "And that's all she would do, give you guys alternating head?" "Usually. Sometimes, though, Harry would pull me onto his lap and stick his cock up my pussy, or even my ass. Then he would have her lick us both while he fucked me!" "That is just so fucking cool!" Ronnie grinned. "Listen, how about that night just the three of us go out, you and Frank rent a motel room? You can pick me up in a nearby bar and I can be your hooker. Interested?" Sue grinned and nodded. "Great! Let's go get you some clothing to fuck in!" ------- Chapter 7 Back at the house, Frank took Taylor and Harry Junior out on the boat for some more skiing, then after lunch the three settled around the pool to sun themselves. Taylor wore her black bikini again, and she promptly laid down on a towel and untied the string bra. "Can you guys oil my back?", she asked. Neither her uncle nor her brother knew who she was referring to, so both approached her. They looked at each other in confusion briefly. "Come on, please?", she said. "I am going to burn up." Frank grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount down Taylor's back. Handing the bottle to his nephew, he said, "Here, you do her legs.", then began to massage the tanning oil into Taylor's back. Harry Junior ran a line up each leg and began to rub it in from her feet northwards. Taylor lazed under the sun, enjoying the feel of two pair of masculine hands moving over her curvaceous form. Unlike her brother, Taylor Mallory had not been a virgin before this trip, and their hands sent shivers of sexual excitement pulsing through her body. Six months ago, the young girl would have had no more idea what was happening then Harry Junior had the previous day on the boat with his aunt. The difference was that she had a steady boyfriend, Billy Worley, and shortly after they had begun hanging around together, he had invited her over to his house to 'study' after school. Taylor had guessed that Billy had wanted to kiss downstairs in his family's finished basement, and had giggled as she had crept down the stairs after him. What she hadn't expected was the flood of desire that overwhelmed her senses once he had begun to kiss her. That first afternoon she had not only let Billy kiss her, she had slipped him tongue and allowed him to feel up her tits, coming quietly as his thigh pressed into her pussy through her jeans. The next afternoon she allowed him even greater liberties, wearing a front clasp bra under her blouse, then opening it for him so he could suck and kiss her young but sizable hooters, while slipping a hand into her pants to fingerfuck her steamy hot cunt. The next day she let Billy strip her naked, then she lay on her back and spread her legs and let her boyfriend climb aboard. It was the first time for both of them, and it had been glorious! Taylor was that most desirable of girlfriends, easily aroused and highly orgasmic, with an unquenchable thirst for the simple pleasure of fucking her brains out. The young teens quickly began to experiment with any form of sex they heard their less experienced friends joke about. Now, only a couple of months from her sixteenth birthday, Taylor was expert in just about any way for two people to screw, whatever the opening available. She loved to give and receive head, and had even let Billy stuff his cock up her ass the last time she had been on the rag! Now, as she lay between her uncle and her brother, Taylor began to feel fiercely horny as they oiled her back. The Worleys had been on vacation just before the Mallorys, and by now Taylor hadn't been laid in over two weeks, the longest she had ever gone since Billy and she had seen the light. Her eyes closed in blissful sexuality, she began to contemplate her uncle and her brother. Harry Junior was easy for Taylor to see in a sexual way. Despite his shyness around girls, most of her friends considered him a real hunk. Tall and muscular, smart as a whip, he was a true scholar-athlete like their father had been, and Taylor sometimes wondered if he really planned on going to the Naval Academy like their Dad. She had always considered him sexy in an abstract way; now she began to wonder about him in a more practical sense. He certainly seemed to fill his swim trunks! Taylor also began to consider her Uncle Frank. He didn't seem old so much as mature, his gray hair and gray chest giving him a distinguished look, and while he may not have been as muscular as her brother, he seemed fit. Those weren't wrinkles, they were character lines! He didn't have love handles in any case, and Uncle Frank looked to have an interesting package, as well. As the horny young girl felt the pair of hands move sensuously over her body, her cunt began to leak her excitement into her bikini bottom. Taylor reached down and untied the ties holding the thong bottom at her hips. Frank and his nephew were astounded to watch as she pulled the straps off, then pull it and her top out from underneath her and toss them aside. They stopped and pulled away as she lay there naked between them. "Oh, please, don't stop!", she moaned, her eyes closed in languorous torpor. "Oil me everywhere!", Taylor begged. Frank and Harry Junior stared at each other. Another plea broke their stolid posture and Frank scrambled for the bottle of oil. Pouring a generous amount on her fabulous ass, he gingerly reached down and began to massage her left asscheek. Harry Junior began to massage her right cheek more vigorously, and as the teen moaned in pleasure, both men began to work the oil into her pliant flesh. Taylor spread her legs apart and silently urged the pair to oil the crack of her ass and her inner thighs. Suddenly, Taylor moved and Harry Junior and Frank stopped and leaned back on their heels. Between them, Taylor rolled naked onto her back. She opened her eyes and smiled at them. Taking the bottle, she poured the oil across her tits, belly, and pussy. As the pair stared down at her firm and upthrust tits, capped by the biggest and pointiest nipples either had seen, and her bare shaved pussy, Taylor reached out and took their hands. She pulled them to her stomach, and closed her eyes blissfully as she felt them engage her ecstatically aroused skin. "Oh, shit!", breathed Harry Junior as he began to rub the oil across his sister's stomach. He was both terrified and excited, afraid to continue yet afraid to stop at the same time. "No shit!", agreed Frank. Taking the bull by the horns, he reached up and placed a hand on each of his niece's tits, massaging and fondling the oily meat. Taylor responded with a whimper, stretching her arms out above her head, her back arching. "Uncle Frank, what is going on?", asked Harry Junior. His uncle responded, "Damned if I know, boy, but it isn't all that often that a beautiful young lady undresses and begs me to feel her up. Here, you play with her tits. I've got something else in mind." Harry Junior delicately moved his hands onto his sister's breasts, then slowly began to rub the oily skin. Frank took a more direct approach to his self-appointed task. Moving lower along her body, he placed both hands at Taylor's crotch and began to rub the oil into her cunt and thighs. Taylor promptly began to thrash in orgasm, screaming, "I'm coming!, I'm coming!" Finally, descending from her come, Taylor opened her eyes and smiled at her relatives. Reaching down, she grabbed the fronts of their swimsuits, grasping the stiff bulges hidden away and running her fingers along the thick shafts. "Do that again.", she requested, then closed her eyes as she fondled her uncle and brother. Neither needed any encouragement. Frank switched off with Harry Junior to pinch and rub Taylor's tits, and Harry Junior reached between her legs, inserting two fingers into her cunt and one into her asshole, like Aunt Ronnie had taught him the other night. Taylor's grip on their cocks tightened as she jumped and lurched at their fresh assault. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!... Coming... Coming... Yes, yes, yes..." Taylor babbled in her delirious rapture, jerking them through their trunks. Finally the girl peaked and came down as her tormentors relaxed, and she opened her eyes and grinned at them. Sitting up, she reached over and yanked her uncle's trunks down to midthigh, then turned and did the same to her brother. Their heavy erections stared at her one-eyed, and she grabbed their cockshafts and began to stroke them. "Who's first?", she asked. Harry Junior gaped at his sister, then gave his uncle an ear-to-ear grin. "Fuck you, Uncle Frank! Stand back!" He crawled between his sister's raised knees and allowed her to position his cockhead inside her hot and oily slit. Then, with a single shove, he pushed all nine inches inside Taylor's pussy. The feeling was unbelievable. Even though he had screwed less than a half-dozen times, all with his aunt, Harry Junior had learned enough to be able to hold back from coming at the first impulse. He began to pound into Taylor's tight cunt, jackhammering into her as she moaned and thrashed beneath him. Frank was inspired! Watching his nephew pistoning into his niece's bare gash made his cock harder than ever. He reached between the pair and began to twist and pinch Taylor's nipples as she lightly rubbed his shaft. Taylor began to scream anew, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck me! Fuck me!" After ten minutes or so, Harry Junior felt his balls contracting and his cock expanding. Shoving savagely forward, he ground into her clit as his jism exploded into the twitching pussy pulsing around him. Finished, he sagged backwards, only to find his uncle firmly pulling him away. Frank slid into his position, commenting, "Sloppy seconds, yeah!" Kneeling between Taylor's thighs, he lifted the supine girl's ass and pulled her down onto his lap, stuffing his cock into her come-leaking pussy. Taylor shrieked as the new cock filled her, then reached down and grabbed his thighs to help hold her in place. Harry Junior stared as his uncle plowed his sister, his cock stiffening as he watched Taylor orgasm. She opened her eyes briefly, to see his hard body at her side, his hard prick jutting out, and she simply opened her mouth wide. Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Harry Junior leaned forward and stuffed his dick between her lips, and Taylor moved up onto her elbows and leaned to the side, taking him deeply into her mouth. Harry Junior cradled her head in his lap as the doubly stuffed wench worked over both cocks. Both men spewed into their respective orifices within seconds of each other. ------- Sue and Ronnie dropped the multitudinous bags of clothing off on the living room couch. Although Ronnie already owned a lot of 'fuck clothes' as she called them, she had picked up a couple of hot outfits herself. Both women had switched into such an outfit before leaving the last store. Now both wore high-heeled sandals and scandalously short knit miniskirts, and Ronnie wore a skimpy halter top while her sister had pulled on a tube top pulled low enough to come perilously close to exposing her nipples. Both women's mid-riffs and navels were on display. Neither had bothered with panties. Aside from what she was wearing, Sue had bought a number of skimpy sundresses, most short, but a couple long, low cut, and slit to the thigh, a new bikini as small as her daughter's, a pair of black stiletto heels, and a transparent baby doll nightie with a crotchless panty. Ronnie had bought a tiny chemise to sleep in when she went to bed, although sleeping would be the second thing she planned on doing in it. "Where are Frank and the kids?", asked Sue. "Probably swimming or skiing?", said Ronnie. "You sure you want to show them your new image?" She led Sue to a full length mirror. "Not bad for a couple of old ladies, huh?" "Speak for yourself. I'm a young and zestful thirty-five, not an old and haggard forty-five." "Fuck you, bitch!", exclaimed her sister, genially. "You're as young as you feel, and Frank says I feel pretty damn young!" Sue asked sweetly, "So women can still get laid after menopause?" "Fuck you! Damn straight we get laid. All the time too, since we don't shut down for a week every month." "I bet Frank can't wait for your teeth to fall out.", said Sue. Ronnie laughed. "You know, he's said the exact same thing, the son of a bitch. I'll be ninety, and the horny bastard will be telling me to put my dentures in a glass and gum him off!" The pair laughed raucously, then Ronnie said, "So to repeat, do you want your kids to see the new you, or do you want to change back into something a little less, um, dramatic?" "Hell, they might as well learn now as later. Once we go home, I don't plan on putting my nun's habit back on. I may never find a guy like Harry again, but that doesn't mean I have to live in a convent, either.", replied Sue. She headed towards the back of the house, with her sister in tow. Not finding anybody, she stepped out onto the back porch and walked towards the screen door. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed lowly. Ronnie came up alongside Sue and looked out at the scene before them. Her husband and the twins were cavorting naked on the lawn poolside. Harry Junior lay on his back with Taylor kneeling and straddling his hips, her back to him. His cock was stuffed deep up his sister's pussy and his hands were on her hips guiding her motions. She recognized the position as the last one she had taught him last night. Standing in front of Taylor was her husband. She was leaning forward and his cock was completely engulfed in her mouth. Frank's hands were in his niece's hair as she deepthroated him, her head bobbing back and forth in his crotch. Ronnie and Sue stood immobile, staring at the tableau on the other side of the screen. Their incredulity was shattered as Frank grabbed Taylor's head and pulled her towards him. Crying out, "Oh, God, here it comes! Take it, take it!", his hips began bucking as he spurted his come into the eager teen's mouth. This was the signal for Harry Junior to join in as well, and he began to groan as he slammed upwards into his sister's cunt. Sue and Ronnie could clearly see the white froth foaming in her clean shaved pussy. "What the fuck is going on here!", screamed Sue as she stormed out the screen door. Ronnie was in her wake, worried less about the fornication than about what her kid sister might do. "Jesus H. Christ!" She marched right up to her brother in law and pulled him away from her children. Taylor and Harry Junior scrambled apart and stood. "Who started this? Frank, what the hell do you think you're doing?" "Don't blame Uncle Frank, Mom! It's my fault!", said a crying Taylor. "I made them!" Sue whirled to face her naked daughter. Come was running out of her pussy and down her thighs. "What!?!" "It's true, Mom.", interjected her son. "We were oiling up her back when she took off her swimsuit and rolled over. Then she pulled our pants down." Ronnie had come over besides her husband at looked at him quizzically. He shrugged and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Damndest thing I've ever seen. God's honest truth, honey!" Sue's attention was riveted to her kids, so she missed the by-play. Behind her, Frank's cock began to stiffen as he took in his sister-in-law's new look. Ronnie decided to defuse the situation. Stepping forward, she stepped between Sue and the twins, just as Sue hauled an arm back to slap her daughter. Instead the punch fell crudely on Ronnie, who tried to push it away and ended up pushing Sue back into a startled Frank. Together the pair fell heavily to the ground, Sue landing on Frank's lap. Upon landing, Sue's tits popped out of the tube top and her skirt slid up to her waist. She looked down in shock to see her tits jutting out and Frank's stiff cock sticking up between her outstretched legs. Sue reddened in embarrassment, but to her children's surprise, she didn't scramble away and redo her obscene new clothing. Instead, she continued to stare at the pulsing organ between her thighs, as her naked tits heaved with excitement. Ronnie watched happily as the circumstances changed from one of disaster to one of delight. She nodded to her husband and he easily lifted the smaller woman by the hips and lowered her onto his straining cock. Taylor and Harry Junior stared as they watched their mother began to moan as Uncle Frank began to screw her. Then Ronnie came over to them and pulled them forward to the side of the fuckers. Taking Taylor's hand, she wrapped it around Harry Junior's limp cock and guided her to stroking it back to life. The worried teen soon had her hand full as her brother responded, then Ronnie pushed him forward. Sue stared with glazed eyes as her gloriously erect son came closer, then she reached out and took hold of his dick. Jacking him furiously, she was rewarded by a heavy stream of jism jetting out and down onto her bare breasts. Ronnie then pushed Taylor over and had her kneel by her mother's side. As her face was pressed into her mother's naked tits, Taylor reflected that, while she may not know much about sucking tits, she sure knew plenty about sucking down come, and she began to lick her brother's off her mother. Finally, Ronnie knelt and reached between Sue's thighs, fingering the clit prominently visible above Frank's turgid cock. Sue reacted instantly, spasming around Frank's dick and forcing him over the edge. He immediately shot off into her grasping pussy and filled her with his come. Sue began to cry in nervous reaction as she collapsed to the ground. Ronnie knelt and took her sister in her arms. "Come on, let's go inside and clean up. A nice hot shower, then we'll get all dressed up in our new clothes and have some more fun. Okay?" Sue looked around at her grinning family and ventured a small smile. "Yeah, okay. Any more surprises?" "Well, I've been fucking Harry Junior since yesterday, but what the hell." She helped Sue to her feet. "Yeah, what the hell. You really know how to have a vacation, Ronnie!" The group began to go inside, picking up discarded swimsuits as they went. "Beats playing Monopoly, doesn't it?", asked Ronnie. ------- Book 2: Christmas Vacation ------- Chapter 8 Ronnie Mercer leaned forward in the passenger seat of the big Dodge pickup and shrugged into her coat. They were getting close to her sister's house in the Indianapolis suburbs and it was sure to be a lot chillier than back home in Tilghman Island, Maryland. Her husband Frank's coat was tucked behind the seat, and she pulled that out and set it between them as well. It had been a long drive, almost eighteen hours, what with a few bad stretches of road, and they had been driving almost non-stop. Still, the big Dodge Ram was surprisingly spacious and comfortable, even if it did guzzle gas like they owned an oil well, and the drive had been smooth and easy. Ronnie's own car was an ancient and battered Chevy Nova, and none of her friends could understand why she let her husband buy new pickup trucks every couple of years while she kept puttering around in her decrepit relic. They would simply roll their eyes and quip "Boys and their toys!" whenever he bought a new one, but it made perfect sense to her. Frank owned a very successful insurance agency in St. Mary's, so successful in fact that Ronnie didn't need to work. Since she only drove the Nova to go shopping and around town, she hardly put a hundred miles a week on it. Whenever they went out together, they would always take Frank's truck. She smiled in remembrance of the many good times they had had over the years in various trucks he had owned. She had been amazed at just how big and roomy the cab in their first pickup was, remarking once that it seemed big enough to put a bed in. Frank had immediately pointed out that since they almost always had bench seats, they came with beds already. Later that evening he had taken her to dinner and then had driven home by a rather roundabout route, stopping on the side of a deserted road. Sliding across the seat to her, Frank had stripped her naked and had fucked the living hell out of her. Ever since, whenever they purchased a new pickup, they would go out to dinner and then go parking, only now she knew enough to leave her panties and bra at home. For once, he had driven the Nova to work the day before, leaving her plenty of time to pack the truck with their suitcases and the Christmas presents. As soon as Frank came home, they had climbed aboard and headed north to the Bay Bridge. Once across the bridge, they had grabbed some burgers at a McDonald's in Annapolis, then headed west. After dinner, they stopped briefly to switch positions, and Frank had dozed for a couple hours, then they switched back and Frank drove while Ronnie slept. They had swapped out every few hours for most of the trip. Well, almost, thought Ronnie in pleasant reverie. When she woke after midnight, leaning against a pillow and her balled-up coat, Frank had smiled and patted the seat next to him, then threw his right arm over the seat back. Ronnie unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over next to him, and her husband slipped his arm down over her shoulder. Ronnie was not at all surprised to find his hand slipping lower, first cupping her tits through her Vee-neck sweater, then sliding inside to caress her bra-encased flesh. Moving away slightly, she leaned forward and reached behind her back to undo the snap on the strapless bra. Pulling it out from under the sweater, she had nestled back into his side to allow her husband to play with her unencumbered breasts. Ronnie's big C cup tits were quite aroused when Frank pulled his hand out and put it in her lap, to gently paw at the crotch of her tight-fitting jeans. Ronnie needed no prompting to immediately unzip her denims and kick off her shoes, then to push her jeans and panties off and toss them to the floor with her bra. She often thought that one of the most sinfully delightful aspects of owning a big pickup was that they sat so high off the ground, almost nobody could see that her husband was fingering her naked gash as they drove along. Now, in the dead of night on a mostly deserted highway, Frank slipped his fingers into her aroused and wet pussy and begin to fingerfuck his horny wife to orgasm. Ronnie slipped down on the seat, spreading her legs wide, and pushed her sweater above her breasts, fondling them as Frank slid his fingers into her greasy cunt. Frank relentlessly attacked his wife's pussy, bringing her to one orgasm after another, then pulled his tired fingers out and draped them around her heaving shoulders. Ronnie knew perfectly what this was the signal for, an immediate blowjob. Twisting around on the seat, she undid her husband's pants and pushed them far enough down to see his long and thick cock pointing at the roof of the cab. 'Horny bastard', she thought, 'He isn't even wearing underwear!' She lay down with her head in his lap and engulfed the monster, as Frank ran his free hand over her naked backside. Frank was as excited as she was and it took only a few minutes for her to coax the cream she so loved from his engorged root. Afterwards, Ronnie sat upright again and picked her pants off the floor of the cab to get dressed, but Frank had stopped her, telling her to wait a bit. He left his limp and wet cock exposed, so Ronnie had reached over and began to gently stroke and fondle him to hardness again. She kept him at a pleasantly rigid state until they could find a rest stop to pull over in. Stopping, Frank had slid across the seat until he was out from under the steering wheel. Grasping Ronnie around the waist, he had swung her onto his lap facing him, then pushed her down until her sloppy cunt had slid onto him. The rest stop was empty except for a couple of long haul truckers sleeping at the other end of the parking lot, so nobody noticed the wildly rocking pickup. Ronnie bounced atop her husband's cock, screaming as she came, as he pawed and sucked her inflamed nipples until he groaned loudly and spewed upwards into her slit. She collapsed onto his chest as they gathered their breath, then dressed. They had switched positions and Frank had fallen into a deep sleep while Ronnie continued the drive to Indianapolis. Now it was the middle of Thursday afternoon, only a few days before Christmas, and they were rapidly approaching her sister's neighborhood. They were planning a two week stay, through New Year's, and both were wide awake. "Sue is really worried about her father-in-law.", said Ronnie. "Why, what's wrong with him?", asked Frank, driving. "He sick or something?" "I thought I told you. His wife, Harry's mom just died a couple of months ago." "No, you didn't say anything, or at least I don't think you did. What happened?", he asked, looking over at Ronnie curiously. Ronnie answered, "Cancer, real fast, too. It was just after they came to visit us this summer. Right after they got back home, Sue told me that her mother-in-law starting feeling sick, and had gone to the doctor. Within a few weeks it was diagnosed as pancreatic cancer." "Couldn't they do anything?" "According to Sue, Millie hated going to the doctor. It was too late. By the time they figured it out, it had metastasized and spread all throughout. Apparently it was very aggressive, too. She didn't last six weeks from the time it was diagnosed.", she replied. "Shit! They must have been married a long time. How's he holding up?" "Forty years or so, I guess. You met them at the wedding." "Yeah, but that was, what, 16, 17 years ago?" "Seventeen, I suppose. The twins are both sixteen and a half, and Harry knocked Sue up during the honeymoon. Besides, you met him at Harry's funeral, too. Sue's pretty worried about him. She says he's really depressed. This is the first Christmas he's been alone since they got married, and that was right out of high school.", said Ronnie. "Like us, huh? Well, tell Sue to bring him over a lot, or we can all go over and visit him. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, from what I can remember of him." Ronnie nodded in agreement with her husband. Reading from the directions Sue had provided, Ronnie pointed at a driveway with a mailbox saying 'Mallory'. Frank pulled in and let out a loud blast from the horn to let everyone know they had arrived. ------- Chapter 9 As the horn sounded, Sue Mallory had been walking down the hallway from her bedroom. Looking into her son's bedroom, she was unsurprised to see him fucking his twin sister. Ever since the taboo of incest had been shattered during their summer vacation at her sister's, Harry Junior was constantly screwing either Taylor or his mother. Not that Taylor complained about it, she thought wryly. The little minx simply loved to fuck. Her boyfriend was getting it on almost a daily basis, but Taylor simply enjoyed it so much she did her brother, too. The evidence that she was doing so now was the simple fact that although Harry Junior's clothes were laying around the room, there were none of Taylor's around. The simple conclusion was that Taylor had walked naked into her brother's room and declared an interest in getting it on. Harry Junior had a primal urge to screw beautiful blondes with big tits, so he promptly had stripped down. Sue could see that they had decided to assfuck this afternoon. Taylor's beautiful face was pressed down sideways in the pillows with her ass raised high in the air, and her brother's massive cock was sawing deeply, back and forth, into her rectum. Both teens were moaning loudly as Harry Junior grasped her hips and bucked against his sister. The pair ignored their mother as she skipped to the window to look out, seeing her sister and Frank pull into the driveway. "Jesus, you two, they're here! Now, come on, knock it off and get dressed. We've got to help them unload the truck." "Oh, shit, Mom! I'm so damn close!", groaned her son. Sue ignored him and asked her daughter. "Have you come yet?" "Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!", moaned Taylor. "Okay, let's hurry this along." Stepping behind the copulating pair, Sue thrust her hands between Harry Junior's thighs, to cup and fondle his balls and tease his asshole with her fingers. The response was immediate. Crying out weakly and incoherently, Harry Junior collapsed on top of his sister's back, his hips churning as he spewed his come into Taylor's bowels. "Oh God! Oh God!", he cried as he drained his balls. "There, now pull out and get dressed. You don't want them to think you're nothing but a pair of horny teenagers, do you?", joked Sue. "But Mom, we are!", exclaimed Taylor as she twisted out from under her exhausted brother. ------- Sue opened the door and let her sister and brother-in-law in. The contrast between the two women was considerable. Ronnie was 45, although she looked younger, was taller, and had short platinum blonde hair. Sue was nine-and-a-half years younger, and several inches shorter, and had long red hair that hung straight to the middle of her back. While both sisters were relatively busty, with nice C cup breasts, their faces favored different parents, and by their looks alone would never be mistaken for sisters. Sue wrapped her arms around her sister in an embrace and kissed Ronnie on the cheek. She repeated the embrace and kiss with the gray-haired Frank, then pulled them inside. Once in the foyer, with the front door closed and away from any neighbor's prying eyes, Sue repeated her kisses much more passionately. Both Ronnie and Frank were kissed full and hard on the lips, with considerable tongue, while hands roamed over bodies already excited by what they knew would happen during the vacation. "God, but it's good to see you two! We are going to have so much fun!", exclaimed Sue, running one hand over her sister's braless tits and the other hand over the front of Frank's pants. She could tell Frank had a massive erection through the stiff fabric. Frank groaned pleasantly and reached out to grab Sue's tits through her blouse. "Right now? Or should we unpack first? Where's the kids?" The answer was provided by Taylor coming down the stairs to the foyer. "Unpack first, I want to see what I got for my birthday." The twins had just turned 16. Taylor was dressed in a sweatsuit and sneakers, and it was obvious from the way her big tits bounced around under the oversized top that the sweatsuit was all she wore. "Harry will be down in a moment. He's getting dressed. We were assfucking.", she announced, matter-of-factly. The adults laughed at the bald statement. Harry Junior arrived at that moment and was visibly clueless at the source of the laughter, which only made it louder. Frank ended it by opening the front door and heading back out to his truck, followed by his wife. Sue opened the foyer closet and grabbed her coat and her son's, then they headed out to the driveway. Halfway out the door, he turned and asked his sister, "Well, you going to help or not?" "I'm management, you're labor. Go bring me my presents." She shooed her brother along and opened the door wide, then cleared a path to the Christmas tree in the living room. It took several trips to unload the fully packed truck bed. The Mercers had brought a fair number of suitcases for the two week vacation, and a number of large and small boxes filled the rest of the bed. Finally everything was inside and Taylor had arrayed the presents artistically around the tree. Harry Junior and Frank carried the suitcases upstairs, then returned to overhear Taylor asking excitedly, "Well, which are my birthday presents?" Sue laughed. "You greedy little pig! Just for that, you wait 'til after dinner." Taylor made a little moue and complained. "But I'm going out for dinner, remember? Billy's taking me out to dinner, then we're going to the dance. Harry, too, remember? Come on!" Sue was laughingly adamant, and her son offered the insight, "Hey, Taylor, shit happens." Sue reached up and rapped her son's head with a knuckle. "Watch your language, buster." As the family settled into armchairs and the couch to gossip, Harry Junior leaned over to his uncle and whispered, "I can fuck them all I want, I just can't say it." Frank smiled and shrugged. "Shit happens.", he whispered back. The group lounged around talking for a bit longer, then Taylor announced she was going to take a shower and get dressed for the dance, the Christmas Formal. Now that both she and her brother were juniors in high school, they could both attend the 'grown up' dances, the Christmas Formal and the Prom next Spring. Everyone trooped upstairs, Taylor and Harry Junior to their rooms to get ready, and Sue leading Frank and Ronnie to their bedroom down the hall. It was understood that this was primarily for keeping their clothing. Frank and Ronnie would be sleeping with their hosts. This started faster than expected when Frank excused himself to go to the bathroom. Slipping into the hall bath, he undid his pants and sat down on the toilet to take care of business. Just then Taylor slipped in wearing a bathrobe. "Don't mind me, I'll be out of here in a minute.", he told her. "No problem, I don't mind, Uncle Frank." Taylor replied, removing her robe and hanging it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. She turned the water in the tub on and waited for it to warm up before climbing in. Frank stared at his buxom niece, his cock stiffening at an uncomfortable angle into the bowl. "Jesus, Taylor, just how big are those things?", he asked, staring at her tits. She smiled at him and jiggled her breasts wantonly. "A little bigger than this summer, 36 DD. You like? I bet you're getting hard. Real stiff, huh?", she teased. "God, you're such a little bitch!", he said good-naturedly. He wiped his ass then stood and flushed. His eight inches stood out proudly from under his flannel shirt. Taylor laughed and stepped into the shower. "Oh, come on, Uncle Frank. Don't you need a shower after driving all that way?" She held the curtain open invitingly. Her uncle grinned and removed the rest of his clothes, then stepped in after her. "You really are a tease, you little bitch.", he said as he gently cupped her tits and flicked his thumbs over the erect nipples. He bent his knees as she raised herself on her toes, then inserted his erection into her tight but well lubricated cunt. Taylor let out a breathy moan of contentment as he pushed her back against the wall and began to slowly screw her. ------- Ronnie didn't miss the look of well-fucked contentment on her husband's damp face as he came out of the bathroom, his hair slicked down after his unplanned shower. "Starting early, are we?", she said with a smile. "She forced me, I swear!", Frank said with a laugh. "You horny bastard, you've never been forced in your life!", she responded with a laugh. Smiling, she tilted her head up and kissed him. "Go get dressed, Sue's taking you and me out to dinner after the kids leave." "Oh?" "She said that since she didn't know exactly when we were going to show up, she didn't plan anything." "No sweat.", said Frank. "I'll be the guy with the two prettiest ladies around. Or is she bringing a friend?" "Just us, and thank you very much, kind sir.", Ronnie kissed her husband again. They were separated as Taylor came out of the bathroom and Harry Junior rushed in. "Now go get dressed." "Fancy or plain?", he asked. "What are you wearing?" "Medium fancy, jacket and tie. I'm going to wear a sweater and skirt.", she told him. Ronnie went down the hall to take a fast shower in Sue's master bath. Her husband nodded at her retreating backside and went into their bedroom to change. He had gone downstairs by the time she had come back to dress. Ronnie tossed her balled up clothes aside and put on a black, calf-length, crushed satin wrap skirt and a cowl necked green sweater, black thigh high stockings, and black high heels. Leaving the bedroom, Ronnie walked down the hall towards the stairs, then a mischievous grin split her face. Stopping, she turned and opened the door to Harry Junior's room, to find her nephew finishing with his tie. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it up and off. Facing him topless, she said, "Pull that horse cock out and let me take the edge off." Her nephew grinned broadly and unzipped his pants. "Great!", he exclaimed. His nine inches filled out rapidly as he stared at his aunt's rack. "You have a really nice set of tits, Aunt Ronnie!", he told her as he sat on his bed. Ronnie crawled onto the bed next to him and positioned herself with her face in his lap. "Thank you, honey." Then she engulfed his cock with her lips and began rapidly bobbing her head into his crotch. Harry Junior slid a hand under her dress and began to finger her bare clit, bringing his aunt to orgasm shortly after he came in her mouth. They both stood and resumed dressing, then walked hand-in-hand downstairs. Frank looked at his wife curiously. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, and vice versa.", she told him quietly. Just then the doorbell rang and Frank, being closest, opened the door to find a gangly teen at the door. The boy looked curiously at the unexpected greeter. "Uh, is Taylor ready?", he asked, looking around. "Damn good question, young man. Come on in and let's find out.", said Frank. "I'm Taylor's Uncle Frank." He shook the teen's hand. The others came to the foyer from the living room. Taylor had on a very sophisticated ankle-length brown velvet halter dress. Joining them, she made the introductions. "Billy, this is my Uncle Frank and my Aunt Ronnie. They're visiting us for the holidays. Uncle Frank and Aunt Ronnie, this is Billy Worley." They talked briefly then Billy hustled his date out the door, followed by Harry Junior. He climbed into his mother's Taurus and took off. "I guess we're driving?", commented Frank. "Sorry, Frank, I should have warned you.", said Sue. She had worn a backless green dress with a flirty knee-length hem, sheer nude stockings, and green high heels. Frank helped the ladies into their coats. "No biggie. You tell me where to go. I've got my second wind, anyway." Sue and Ronnie snorted in derision at the announcement. ------- Chapter 10 Dinner was at a local steak house. Frank said, over the appetizer, "I can't believe the size of your house, Sue. I mean, I know I saw it before, back when we laid Harry to rest, but I didn't really look it over. It's huge!" Ronnie nodded in agreement. "We only bought it a couple of years before that. It's only eight or nine years old. Harry was really doing well at his company right before the end, and wanted to move up. We even had to delay the closing a week to travel to Baltimore for Mom and Dad's funeral." Ronnie nodded in understanding. Their parents had died in an auto crash four years ago. "Well, at the time it was pretty steep. That's why I took that job as a receptionist." "Still, five bedrooms! The payments must be killing you. I don't know what they pay receptionists here, but in Baltimore you couldn't begin to make the mortgage.", he said. "No payments. Harry had life insurance on the mortgage. Same for the cars. I did get rid of one of them. I'll probably trade-in the Taurus this year." Frank got an odd look on his face. "Harry took out the life insurance on his loans, huh? All of them? Credit cards, too?" Sue nodded. "Everything. It was like he knew he was about to check out. We had money coming in from everywhere after the funeral. I really only work to pay grocery bills and such, and to keep busy. He really left us well off. Why?" "Well, he probably did know.", her brother-in-law said. "What do you mean?", asked his wife. Frank didn't answer immediately. "Did Harry travel much for his company?" Sue answered, "Sure, some, not much though, why? What's that got to do with his insurance?" "Well, I'm just speculating, is all, but I would bet that one of those trips had nothing to do with the company. I'm betting that a few years before he died, he had some kind of problem with his heart, pain, a mild heart attack, something like that. So Harry, who always struck me as a really bright guy, decided to find out just how bad things were. He took a 'business trip' somewhere there was a big name brand hospital with a name brand heart specialist, and a pocketful of cash. He gave them a fake name and Social Security number and had a full work-up done. My bet, the specialist told him he was a ticking time bomb with a very short fuse. So Harry, who as I said was very bright, went out and did the best he could by his family in the short time he had left. He bought a new house, ran up the credit cards, took out loans, and got a ton of cheap term life insurance.", Frank said analytically. "Jesus, Frank, you sound like a fucking insurance salesman!", protested his wife disgustedly. Sue surprised her by patting Frank's hand. "I think you're right, Frank. We had insurance checks coming out of the woodwork after he died. I'd have preferred my husband, though. If he knew just how bad he was, couldn't he have gotten on the list for a heart transplant or something?" Frank shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. Maybe the problem was too serious, or not serious enough at the time, or he was a lousy candidate, or something. We'll never know, now. I'd have liked to have him around, too. He knew some great dirty jokes." Frank smiled at this. "To change the subject, how's Harry's Dad doing? Ronnie told me about your mother-in-law." "I don't know, all right, I guess. He just kind of sits around the house. He's very depressed. They were very close. I'm sort of worried about him. I was planning on going over there tomorrow afternoon, if you don't mind.", she admitted. "Nonsense, don't worry about us. I'll go with you. Frank can watch the kids.", replied Ronnie. "Sure, hell, invite him over! Maybe he needs to get out of the house a bit.", agreed Frank. After dinner, the trio declined coffee and dessert, deciding on coffee and brandy back home. Once they got inside, Ronnie and Sue headed to the kitchen, sending Frank to the library to start the gas fireplace up. Sue started a pot of coffee brewing as her sister set cups and saucers on a tray. "So, are Taylor and her boyfriend a real item?", asked Ronnie. Sue rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "God, I don't know. They seem to think so, anyway. They say it's true love. Or lust anyway, there's nothing that you, me, or Frank can teach them about that, anyway." Ronnie giggled. "What's the phrase? Sexually active, are they?" "Hyperactive, if you ask me. They spend more time screwing than Harry and I did on our honeymoon!" "And she still finds time to take care of you and Harry Junior, too? Busy girl!", said Ronnie. "Well, we have a rule about that, no fucking until after their homework's done. I suspect they break that rule between the time they get home from school and the time I get home from the office, but I haven't caught them yet. And they have to sleep in their own beds, no all night family gropes on school nights." "Weekends only?", laughed Ronnie. "Holidays, too.", giggled her sister. "And what about you?", asked Ronnie as Sue poured the coffee into an insulated carafe. "You getting any action these days from a guy other than your son?" Sue blushed as she answered, "Some, some. Nobody special, but one of the girls at the office and I usually go out once a week and hit the bars. I get around." The pair went through the living room and down the hall to the library. Frank had the gas log going cheerfully and was sitting on the rug in front of it, lounging against the coffee table. He had tossed his jacket aside and had removed his shoes, his tie was down and he had unbuttoned the top button on his shirt as well. The sisters set down the coffee and service, and Sue pulled a half-empty bottle of brandy out of a sideboard. She settled to the floor facing the others and handed the bottle to Frank, then served the coffee. Frank added a generous dollop of brandy to each and they settled back. "So, why the library and not the living room?", he asked. "Well, I don't know when the kids will be back, and I didn't want them to think we were waiting up for them." As she said this, Sue tucked her legs under herself. In the process, the hem of her dress climbed well up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings. Frank smiled at the sight and looked at the two women over the brim of his coffee cup, sipping the sweet brew. His wife matched Sue's movements, causing the wrap skirt to open above her stocking tops as well. "And that way, they don't walk in on something that might shock their friends, hmmm?" Sue smiled, and adjusted her posture slightly, raising her hem even further. "Perhaps. I don't think that would be a problem with Harry Junior, since he'll be driving his date home eventually, but Billy will probably come in for his post-date hummer, and it would probably shock the hell out of him." Her sister laughed loudly, then set her cup aside and untied her skirt, tossing it aside. Her bald-shaved cunt glowed in the firelight. Frank eyed his wife appreciatively. "I don't know about him, he just doesn't seem like her type. He seems like such a, I don't know, a geek, I guess!" He pulled his tie off and tossed it on top of his jacket. "Oh, he is, he is!", said a laughing Sue. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, then pulled it off to sit wearing only her stockings and heels. Ronnie followed suit, pulling her sweater over her head. "Still, he is a very nice boy, and very sweet, and very smart, too. I don't know. I was eighteen when I met her father, and you two were younger than they are when you met. Maybe there's something in the genes, saying find your mate early. They're so much like the ugly duckling falling in love with the swan, it's almost funny. Still, I think he's good for her. When she's with him, she's calmer, more settled down, she focuses and concentrates better. Would you believe that her grades have actually improved, not dropped?" "What about him?", asked her sister. "What's his mother say?" "Well, I've known Janice for years now, and she's as mystified as I am. However, she thinks that she's brought him out of his shell, so to speak. He walks taller, holds his head higher, seems more confident and outgoing. I think she suspects they're screwing around, but doesn't want to interfere, either." Sue shrugged as she reached for Frank's shirt. "Maybe it really is true love. Who knows?" Frank allowed the women to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "Are young Harry and his lady-friend an item, too?" He allowed Sue and Ronnie to peel off his shirt, then stretched out as they began to work on his pants. "No, Harry has taken up a new hobby, the cheerleading squad. He seems intent on working his way through as many as he can." Sue pulled Frank's pants and shorts down and off, and Ronnie pulled her husband's socks off. "A man should have a goal in life. He's going to have a big surprise if he does go to the Naval Academy like his dad. The cheerleaders there shave.", Frank said. As Ronnie began to stroke and fondle her husband's erect cock, Sue spread her legs wide, showing her clean-shaven snatch. "What makes you think the ones here don't shave, too?" ------- Chapter 11 Taylor smiled to herself as Billy drove through the darkened streets to his house. His mother had made them drive over to the house before dinner so she could take pictures of them together. His parents had divorced years ago, and now it was simply the two of them. She worked the graveyard shift, 11 to 7, to pick up the shift differential, and had cadged a ride with a friend to work. She and Billy would have the house to themselves for hours. They had been dating since the Spring Dance. They had known each other since first grade and had always been friends, but never more than that, and Taylor had never suspected that anything more would ever occur. Billy was almost a year older than her, and they didn't really travel in the same circles even though both were in the same grade. When he had gotten his license at sixteen, his mother had told him that he could start dating. When he had asked, with considerable confusion, "Who?", Janice Worley had suggested he ask a friend like Taylor to the Spring Dance. Afterwards, Billy had confessed to Taylor that the second bravest thing he ever did in his entire life was when he had finally gotten up the courage to ask her. To his amazement and surprise, Taylor had agreed. She had replied after he admitted his terror at a possible rejection, "Why would I have said 'No'? You're my friend." Everything had gone quite normally for what was the first date for either teen, in other words, quite poorly. They had both been incredibly nervous, and both managed to trip, stumble, and spill their way through the evening. However, towards the end of the evening, Billy managed to work up the nerve to hold Taylor's hand, and sparks flew like static electricity. Simply holding her hand in his felt so wonderful that they both forgot their earlier gaffes and concentrated on each other. When he walked her to her door, Billy did the bravest thing in his young life, and kissed Taylor. Taylor lost her soul in that kiss, gaining Billy's in exchange. She had no idea how long they kissed or when she went inside or even how she made it to her room. The next morning her mother and brother found her staring dreamily out the bedroom window, still dressed for the dance. Within days the pair had become lovers. Neither she nor Billy were stupid or naïve, and they knew that high school loves rarely lasted, but both thought that this was something far, far more than a simple high school love. They were so different it was almost comical, the beautiful and popular cheerleader dating the centerfold for 'Geek Monthly'. She was a card carrying charter member of the 'In Crowd' at school and Billy was a member of the Computer Club. When a few so-called friends told her to dump the loser, she told them that if the choice was Billy or them, she chose Billy. Her real friends shrugged their shoulders, mystified, but welcomed the shy boy into their group. Billy's friends, on the other hand, couldn't believe the luck that one of their own had, and immediately began asking other cheerleaders out, all to no avail. Secretly the two began planning their future. Billy planned on MIT, Taylor on a nearby state college. The busty young blonde had been tormenting her date for hours. Shortly after they had arrived at the dance, she had whispered to him, "I'm not wearing any panties.", and had been delighted at how he had started and stared at her. From then on until the end of the evening, every ten or fifteen minutes, she had whispered erotic torments to him. When they started dancing slowly and his hands brushed her ass, Taylor had said, "I'm not wearing pantyhose, just stockings." For the rest of the night it was more of the same. "Your cock feels so hard pressed against my pussy." "I'm so horny, my pussy juice is running down my thighs." "Do you like my dress, Billy? I was worried that people might see my nipples through the fabric." "Please, Billy, don't get so excited you come in your pants. I'd rather swallow it." Billy was in a state of constant agitation. He repeatedly offered to take her home immediately and relieve her distress, but Taylor kept declining, saying she wanted to stay to the end. She rubbed her body against his seductively, feeling his hard young cock threatening to tear through his zipper. At one point, he exclaimed to her that she needed a good spanking, to which she sweetly batted her eyes and said, "Oh, please Billy, please spank me. Pull my dress off and spank my bare bottom. I get so tingly and wet just thinking about that. It makes me want to come!" He had simply groaned with frustration and rolled his eyes to heaven for relief. Now Billy's relief was momentary. He pulled into the driveway and rushed around the car, almost tearing the door off the hinges to let her out, then hustled her through the winter cold into the house. Leading Taylor to the family room in the basement, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him, kissing him deeply as their tongues dueled. Behind her back, Billy unzipped her dress and untied the halter top. Pushing her away slightly, he stepped back to watch the brown velvet to slide down her body and pool at her feet. He stepped back a few feet more and feasted in the sight of her standing there naked but for her thigh length stockings and ankle-strapped high heels. "God, you are so beautiful!", he said. "Do you like the stockings? I've never worn anything like this before. I was so worried they'd fall down, or something." "I love them! I've never seen anything so sexy. I wish I could take a photo of you just like you are!", Billy exclaimed. Taylor laughed and did a small pirouette. "Not on your life, Billy Worley! It's one thing to make a screensaver from that picture of me in a bikini this summer. I do not need pictures of me in this getup out on the Internet." She came closer and he wrapped his arms around her. "You really like it?" "I really do. Promise me you'll do this more often." "Promise. Too bad I won't be able to wear these with a miniskirt. Everybody would see!" "So what? After what you've been doing to me tonight, I think that would be poetic justice." She batted her eyes at him and said, "Why Billy, whatever could you mean?" Her date's response was immediate. Clamping his hands on her shoulders, Billy pressed Taylor to her knees, then ripped his pants and shorts down his thighs. His average size cock was pointed directly at her face, and Taylor promptly opened her mouth to give her love some relief. Billy lasted only a few minutes before he wrapped his hands in her hair and began bucking his hips forward, moaning as he came in her mouth. Taylor licked her lips and smiled at him, then crawled to the couch and reclined on it, spreading her legs and idly playing with her shaved clit. Billy set a new world speed record in undressing and climbed onto the couch with her. By the time he crawled between her outstretched legs, he was stiff again. Taylor guided his dick into her slickly tight pussy, then wrapped her nylon encased legs around his waist. "Oh, Billy, I love you!", she moaned into his ear. Billy began to pound his cock into Taylor's pussy. "I love you, too, Taylor, I love you, too!" ------- Harry Junior was not in love, but in lust. His date was the third cheerleader he had dated since the start of the school year, and he had scored with both of the others. Tonight he planned on going three for three, and Cindy Marks was going along with the program enthusiastically. A tall, slim, and leggy brunette, she had worn a classic 'Little Black Dress' with an almost microscopic hemline to the dance. Afterwards, they had driven to a well-known Lover's Lane, a side road to a nearby industrial park. She had climbed into the back seat of the Taurus eagerly, followed by her date, who left the car engine running to keep them warm. "Oh, Harry, it's so big!", Cindy exclaimed as she pulled his engorged cock out of his unzipped pants. Harry Junior was sitting upright against the side of the car while she laid down as best she could, her head in his lap, staring at his erection. Gingerly, Cindy stuck her tongue out and licked the shaft. "God, Harry, I'll never get this in my mouth.", she said worriedly. Harry Junior stroked her hair gently and smiled down at her fondly. "Go ahead, honey, try. You don't have to swallow the whole thing. Just suck on the end and jack me off, okay?" Harry Junior began to rub his hands over Cindy's outstretched body. He deftly unzipped the back of her dress and undid the clasp on her strapless bra, a maneuver he had practiced frequently on his mother, his sister, and the last two cheerleaders. Cindy moaned as her body responded to Harry Junior's fingers. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and stuffed an inch, and then another inch, of his throbbing organ between her lips. Harry Junior began to moan as well as she began to suck his cockhead and jerk on his cockshaft, and moved his hand down to the hem of her dress, now around her hips. Sliding his fingers along her belly, he pushed his hand inside her pantyhose and into her panties, to begin fingering the silky down around her pussy. Cindy cried out in pleasure, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth, and went into overdrive, sucking in another couple of inches and jacking furiously. She was rewarded with the salty-sweet taste that told her she had pleased a man. Afterwards, as the pair's breathing slowed, Harry Junior pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss and neck with her. Cindy kicked off her high-heeled pumps as Harry Junior pushed her hose and panties down and off her legs, then lifted her arms as he pulled her dress off. Cindy helped Harry Junior to position her straddling his lap, then lowered herself onto him, impaling her cunt on his revitalized dick. "Fuck me, Harry, fuck me! Come in my pussy!", she cried as she bounced atop him while Harry Junior sucked her pointy nipples. ------- Chapter 12 Frank, Sue, and Ronnie had all retired to Sue's bedroom by the time the kids came home. Harry Junior had come in first and had promptly retired to his room, stripping off his clothes and crashing asleep, still wearing his jism encrusted briefs. When Billy brought Taylor home several hours later, as her mother had predicted, she brought Billy into the foyer and then knelt at his feet to give him a post-date blowjob. She crawled into her bed naked and slept soundly. The older generation had enjoyed a pleasant evening screwing in front of the gas fireplace. Once the ladies had stripped Frank down, they had licked his cock teasingly, then Sue had climbed on top, straddling his waist and stuffing the oversized organ into her dripping cunt. While she rocked on his cock, her sister had faced her, sitting on her husband's face while he ate her to orgasm. It wasn't long until the three of them came, Frank's grunts muffled by Ronnie's muffin and Sue screaming with pleasure. Afterwards, Ronnie positioned herself above Sue in a sixty-nine position and began to eat Frank's come, now running out of Sue's sloppy pussy. Frank watched briefly, then moved behind his wife. Sue was delighted to see his stiff dick slip in between her face and her sister's cunt and nibbled it before slipping it into Ronnie's neglected pussy. She greedily the lapped up the come that showered down on her when he came. The threesome took a small break for more coffee and brandy, then resumed for a third fuck, this time with Sue on top of Ronnie. When Frank moved to fuck Sue, Ronnie held her asscheeks open, and Frank did his sister-in-law in the ass, slowly at first, but quickly gaining momentum. Finally, after he blew his load into Sue's bowels, the three of them wearily gathered their clothes and went to bed. The next morning bowed in bright and sunny, but very cold and blustery. Frank awoke first, to find himself sandwiched between the sisters. Turning towards Sue, he burrowed against her under the covers, rubbing his cock against her bare ass. Sue responded sleepily, and Frank lifted her leg and slipped into her from behind. Lying like that, he began to gently push into her, then slowly pull out, a slow motion pistoning. Sue responded by clamping her legs together, increasing the friction on his intruder, moaning quietly when he came. Satisfied, she slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. These early morning antics had not gone unnoticed by Ronnie. Once her husband had turned back and collapsed into the pillows, she had wrapped an arm around his chest and kissed him 'Good Morning!' Slipping a hand under the covers, she fondled his come-covered manhood back to full strength, then slid on top of him. Frank pushed her down his torso as Ronnie spread her legs. His cock slipped easily into her excited pussy, and she squirmed around until he came again. Ronnie climbed off and went into the bathroom as Sue left, dressed. "Bacon and eggs sound okay?", she asked. Ronnie and Frank agreed and Sue left. As she passed her children's bedrooms she could hear snores coming from behind the closed doors. She knocked on each in turn, announcing breakfast, then went downstairs. Neither teen woke, and both slept through breakfast. They were awake by lunch, after which Sue and Ronnie left to visit Sue's father-in-law. They found him sitting in an armchair in the living room, staring at a blank television screen, a half-empty bottle of Scotch open beside him. Worried, the sisters made him lunch and put away the booze, then sat with him and talked for awhile. Both were secretly relieved when he fell asleep on the couch. They covered him with a comforter and decided to come back the next day. They arrived home in time for the dinner which Frank was making. They had little doubt that Taylor had entertained her brother and uncle incestuously while they were out. The buxom girl was wearing loose sweatpants and a zip-up sweatshirt. The zipper was mostly down, and her lack of a bra was obvious to all. Mostly, though, everyone had a well-fucked look on their faces. After dinner and dessert, the family settled into the living room. Doors were locked and blinds were pilled closed, then Frank and Ronnie brought out some special presents for their kin. Pulling a small box out of the closet, Ronnie reached in and handed small wrapped boxes to the others. "I thought we were waiting for Christmas morning to exchange presents?", asked Sue, staring at her long and thin package curiously. "These might be more appropriate for the evening.", Ronnie said opaquely. Sue shrugged and began to open her present. Taylor simply ripped the wrapping paper from hers, shouting, "Cool! Thanks, Aunt Ronnie. Every girl needs one of these!" Sue looked up from her present to see her daughter opening a long and narrow box. A sizable vibrator slipped into her lap. She began laughing immediately. "Oh, shit, Ronnie, I should have known!" Without further prompting, she tore the paper from her own package, to find another dildo, this one almost two feet in length and double-headed. "Oh, fuck me!", she exclaimed. Harry Junior was mystified. His package was smaller and he couldn't conceive of using a vibrator. Opening it, he found a small egg on a pedestal and a hand-held switch. Looking at his uncle, he asked, "What in the world is this, Uncle Frank?" Frank reached over and took the switch away. When he flicked it on, the egg began vibrating gently in Harry Junior's hand. "That, my boy, is a remote controlled anal vibrator. You stick that up a girl's ass, then take her out. You keep the control in your pocket, then every once in awhile, you flip the switch. Drives them absolutely nuts!", he proclaimed. "Goose your girlfriend that a way a few times, and she'll be raping you, not the other way around.", he promised. "No shit?", asked his awestruck nephew. "No shit." The two men looked up from the toy to find the women had already begun experimenting. Taylor had slipped off her sweatpants and stuffed the vibrator up her pussy, and a hum emanated from her cunt. The stiffly protruding nipples on the heaving tits jutting out of her opened top spoke far more eloquently of her arousal than the moans she was making. Meanwhile, on the floor, Sue had peeled off her clothes and had stuffed one end of the double dong into her cunt. Ronnie undressed and then crawled between her sister's outstretched legs. Laying back, she had put the other end into her own cunt, then the two had squirmed closer, pushing the dildo deep inside each other. They both put their hands to their cunts and began playing with their clitties as they writhed on the carpet. Frank rooted through the box a bit longer, which Harry Junior could now see was full of videotape boxes. Finding one he wanted, Frank handed it to the younger man, saying, "Here, turn on the TV and put this on." "Is this a new one?", asked Harry Junior. One of the biggest surprises to come out of their summer vacation was the discovery that Aunt Ronnie and Uncle Frank were swingers, wife swappers. They often videotaped getting together with another couple. Frank began removing his own clothes. "Yeah, we made it last month. You'll love it, she's got the biggest damn hooters you've ever seen." Harry Junior slipped the tape into the VCR and turned on the television. "Bigger than Taylor's?", he asked as he disrobed as well. "Yeah, bigger." Frank slid across the couch next to Taylor and took the vibrator from her hands. "Here baby, let me do that. You take care of me." The half-dazed teen slid down on the couch, putting her face into her uncle's crotch, taking him into her mouth. "Harry, take that egg and stick it up your mother's ass and turn it on.", he ordered. Eager to join the orgy, Harry Junior did just that. Stepping over the cavorting women, he grabbed up the anal vibrator and knelt next to his mother and aunt. Ronnie told him to lube it up with cunt juice, then twisted around to let the teen slip it into Sue's rectum. Sue moaned as it slid into place, then moaned louder when he flipped it on. Ronnie simply opened her mouth wide and motioned for Harry Junior to come closer. He crawled over and knelt as she grabbed his cock and inhaled it. The rest of the night passed similarly. Whenever one of the women wasn't getting fucked by Frank or Harry Junior, they were using the toys to get themselves off. The guys kept swapping out videotapes, some of which were swap tapes and others mini-movies of Frank and Ronnie getting it on. The final act, well after midnight, was Frank laying on his back and pulling Sue on top. Telling his nephew it was time to make a sandwich, he grabbed Sue's asscheeks and spread them apart. Her son knelt behind her and stuffed his stiff cock up the ass that the vibrator and Frank's cock had already prepared, and the pair fucked her into delirious unconsciousness before coming. Separating afterwards, Frank had slept in Taylor's bed with her, while Sue crawled to her bedroom followed by her son and sister. ------- Chapter 13 The entire family slept late, completely fucked out by the previous night's orgy. After lunch, Sue and Ronnie returned to Sue's father-in-law's house to check on the man. They were shocked to see his condition. The meal they had left on the counter was cold and uneaten, the house was, if possible, messier than they had left it, but worst of all was the condition of Jim Mallory. He had found the half-empty bottle of Scotch and finished it off, and was seated at the dining room table. Another bottle was open next to him, and he was cleaning a large pistol. It was an ominous foretaste of the future. "Hi, Dad, what's up?", asked Sue cautiously, sliding into the room. To her sister, she whispered, "Get Frank and the kids over here now!" Ronnie simply nodded, eyes wide, and slipped into the kitchen. "Nothing much.", slurred Jim. "Just cleaning my Colt. Want a drink?" Sue sat down at the table next to him. "Maybe later, Dad. Frank's bringing the kids over for a bit. Maybe I ought to put this away for awhile, Dad." She slowly reached out and took the gun from his shaky hands. Jim took another swig from the bottle and set it aside. "I can take care of my own gun, thank you." He tried to pull the pistol away, but Sue set it behind her on the buffet. "What the hell's wrong with you, Sue? I've owned guns all my life!", he exclaimed. "Daddy, I think you might be better staying over at our place for a few days, maybe until after the holidays. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You can share Christmas with your grandchildren, all right?", she asked fearfully. Jim stared at her blearily. "What in the world are you talking about, Angel?" Sue capped the bottle and set it aside as well. She could hear her sister hanging up and knew that in just a few minutes the cavalry would be coming. "Dad, I don't think it's such a good idea for you to be alone right now. I want you to come stay with us for a bit." "Hell, I can take care of myself!", he protested. "No, Dad, you can't!", she told him. "Dad, you're sitting here drinking and playing with a gun. You're not eating and you're not taking care of yourself. I'm not stupid, I know what's going on. I buried Harry four years ago, my folks two years ago, and Millie three months ago. I will be damned it I go through this all over again at Christmas!" Tears were pouring from her eyes. Behind her, Ronnie picked the gun off the buffet and carried it into the kitchen. "You're not having an 'accident' while I can help it! You're staying with us!" Jim stared at his daughter-in-law wildly. "You think... what... you think I'd, I'd... I'd never..." "I don't care, Dad. You've got two choices, you either come home with us or I call the cops and an ambulance and take you someplace else. Is that where you want to spend Christmas?" "You wouldn't dare!", he roared. "Try me, Dad, try me!" ------- Taylor was finishing off her uncle when the phone rang. Her brother was seated on the couch next to Frank, and both had their pants around their ankles. Taylor was topless, her blouse and bra tossed aside, and she knelt between Frank's legs, licking his drained balls. She had sucked off Harry Junior first, and he was idly stroking himself back to rigidity, contemplating pulling his sister's jeans down and screwing her. The telephone interrupted his concentration. Standing, he pulled his pants up and went to the kitchen to answer it. "It's for you, Uncle Frank. It's Aunt Ronnie." Frank gently pushed Taylor away and stood, pulling his own pants back on. He took the phone and listened briefly, then returned to the living room to find Harry unzipping a second time. "Knock it off, you two. We have to go over to your grandfather's. Hurry up and get dressed." "Aw, come on, Uncle Frank, I need some cock!", whined Taylor. Frank tucked in his shirttails. "I said, knock it off!", he replied sharply. "Get dressed, now!" Startled, the teens put their clothing back on. Frank hustled them to the foyer, where they grabbed their coats and left. "What's going on, Uncle Frank?", asked his nephew, directing him through the suburb. Frank was quiet for a moment, then spoke up. "Your mother and Ronnie are pretty worried about your grandfather. He's been pretty depressed since your grandmother died, and they want him to come stay with you guys until after the holidays. I gather they found him drinking and fooling around with a gun." Taylor gasped, and her brother yelled, "What!!!" "Look, I don't know the whole story, but I can tell you this, Christmas is one of the prime seasons for suicide. Now, I'm not saying that your grandfather would do that, but they seem pretty nervous, so we're going over there." "But why?", asked Taylor. "He just lost his wife, and he's lonely. Like I said, he's depressed, and he's probably not thinking too straight just now. We pick him up and take him home, and keep an eye on him for a bit, okay. It'll probably blow over.", he said with a shrug. When the trio pulled into the driveway, they found the front door being held open by Ronnie. In a low voice, she explained what was happening. Directing her husband to the dining room, she took the kids upstairs to help pack. Frank settled into a dining room chair opposite from Sue, next to Jim. The older man was slumped over the table, crying incoherently. He reached across the table to hold Sue's hand; she, too, was crying. Frank took the keys to the gun cabinet from Jim's hand. Silently he locked the pistol back in the cabinet and pocketed the keys, then cleaned up the debris from the drinking bout. Ten minutes later, his wife and the teens lugged several suitcases down the stairs. Standing, he helped Jim to his feet, and he and Sue guided him to the Taurus. Jim was placed reclining in the back. Ronnie drove her sister and Jim home, followed by the others. They put Jim to bed in the last spare bedroom and went back downstairs. "Listen guys, I know this puts a crimp in our plans, but we've got to make this work.", said Sue. "I don't know if Granddad really would have done something stupid or not, but he's in no shape to be by himself right now." "Jesus, Sue, don't sweat it. I don't need something like that on my conscience, either.", exclaimed Frank. The others chimed in with their agreements. "Okay, then, some ground rules. Somebody stays in the house with Jim all the time. He goes out, somebody goes with him. No exceptions! You want to fuck around, fine, but lock the doors and keep it down. I don't think he's ready to know about how we spent our summer vacation just yet.", said Sue. "Any questions?" "You got any guns around here?", asked Frank. "No." "Okay, fine, then put the booze under lock and key. We've got to sober the man up. Does he have a drinking problem?" Sue shook her head negatively. "No, but he has been drinking more than usual since Millie died, a lot more lately. Unless these two have a secret stash somewhere, the liquor is all in the den, but the bar doesn't have a lock." "So we keep an eye on things. Listen, go lie down and take a nap. Ronnie, go with her. Me and the kids will sort things out down here and get a light dinner ready for when he does wake up. He might be out for a while." Ronnie followed her sister up and down the hall. Inside, she locked the door and turned back the covers. Sue allowed her sister to help her undress, then climbed into the bed. Ronnie stripped naked also, and climbed in after her, but Sue was too tired and worried by her father-in-law's actions to take any interest in the foreplay Ronnie attempted. She fell asleep cuddled in Ronnie's arms under the covers. Ronnie followed suit. ------- The next few days passed quietly for the Mallorys and Mercers. Sue and the twins slept in their own beds that first night. Frank sprawled out on the couch in the living room with a quilt covering him, ready in case Jim woke and came downstairs. After he had settled down, his wife came down wearing a lacy satin robe and peignoir set. She crawled in under the quilt with him. Kissing him lightly on the lips, she snuggled against him. "Mind if I keep you company?", she asked. "No, fine by me. I don't think this is what you planned on, honey. Sorry we came?", he asked. "No. Maybe this is the true meaning of Christmas, Frank, helping your loved ones, no matter what. This is family." Ronnie pushed at a shirt button that was digging into her breast. Frank responded, his cock thickening and lengthening, and he ran his hands under the quilt to cup her ass, warm under the silky fabric. Ronnie giggled and undid his shirt. "Frank, I think you'd try to screw me at the Second Coming!" "Why do you think they call it the Second Coming?", he asked. Ronnie undid the buttons on her husband's shirt and unzipped his pants, to feel his erection pop out and press against her. Frank pulled her nightgown to waist level and positioned her above him. Ronnie sighed as his strong hands pushed her down onto him, impaling herself on his cock. She squirmed quietly on the meaty intruder, orgasming silently until she felt him thicken and spurt inside her. She collapsed and fell asleep in her husband's arms, and their mixed fuck juice ran out of her pussy onto his balls. They awoke the next morning to a laughing Taylor and Harry Junior, staring at them. The quilt had shifted in the night and fallen to the floor. Now Ronnie found herself sprawled out with her ass in the air and nightgown around her waist, Frank's crotch hair stiff with their come. They stood and dressed, then joined the teens for breakfast. "Mom and Grandpa are still asleep.", said Harry Junior. "I looked in on both of them." "Yeah, well, they'll probably be up soon enough. Listen, you two know the rules. You guys hang out here and make breakfast for them when they wake up.", said Ronnie. "Your Uncle Frank and I are going to catch some shuteye. The couch really isn't all that great as a bed." The twins snickered but began doing the dishes. Ronnie led the way upstairs. They peeked in Jim's room to find him starting to wake, rolling fitfully in the bed. They could hear the shower going in the master bedroom, so they knew Sue was awake. Ronnie took off her robe and crawled into bed. Frank locked the door behind them and undressed, then slipped in behind his wife. He threw an arm over her waist and reached up to cup the full breasts spilling from the top of the peignoir. Moments later Ronnie began thrashing about from his caresses. Rolling onto her back, she pulled the hem of the nightgown to her waist, and Frank crawled between her legs. The rest of the day was long and fitful. Jim had the worst hangover in his life and could barely keep food down. He spent most of the day lying in bed, drinking juice and downing aspirin. Otherwise he made an absolute nuisance of himself to Sue, who spent a lot of time running up and down the stairs to check in on him and help. Ronnie, Frank and the kids basically tried to stay out of the line of fire. The only sex occurred during an quick and dirty sixty-nine staged by Taylor and her brother in the bathroom. Jim fell asleep for good that evening around nine, and Ronnie decided it was time for Sue to take a break. She hustled her younger sister into the shower, then helped her into bed. Calling the others into the room, she said, "I think it's time for Sue to have some fun. We are all going to fuck her senseless. You guys, don't waste any come on me or Taylor, it all goes to Sue, got it?" Sue's eyes gleamed as she heard her sister's ideas, and the rest of the audience chuckled and began to disrobe. "Hold it.", interjected Ronnie. "Somebody has to keep watch for Jim. He's still not out of danger. Frank, Harry, one of you go downstairs. As soon as the first one is done, we'll send for you." The fellows matched Rock, Scissors, and Paper, and Harry Junior found himself zipping his pants back up and wandering down the hallway, cursing quietly. Ronnie took on the job of ringleader. She positioned her sister on her back and spread her legs. Grabbing Sue's nipples, she said, "Taylor, it's dinner time. Get to work. Frank, get undressed and get it up. We've got a lot of work to do tonight." Sue giggled joyously, then closed her eyes and sighed as her daughter began to lick her cunt. She threw her legs over her Taylor's shoulders, holding the teen in place, while she traded tit caresses with Ronnie. After a few minutes, Sue began to thrash on the bed as she began coming when Taylor began sucking her clit. Taylor pulled away and moved up the bed, to kiss Sue with a wet face. "My turn!", said Frank. He knelt between Sue's wide-spread thighs and pushed his thick cock into her slowly. "Come on, get to work!", cried his wife, and both Sue and Frank began laughing. Frank leaned down and put his elbows on the bed on either side of Sue. Then, his weight supported off the smaller woman, he began piledriving his cock into the well-prepared pussy. This was the first sex he had gotten since the morning, and he was primed. Loud slurping sounds came from Sue's wet gash as he pummeled her pussy. "Ungh... ungh... ungh... I'm coming... I'm coming...", Sue gasped. She wrapped her legs around Frank's waist to keep him pumping, her arms flying above her head to grasp the headboard. "So good... so good..." Frank groaned and collapsed atop Sue's twitching form, his hips bucking as he blew his load deep inside the big-titted redhead. Exhausted, he pulled himself off her, then grabbed a robe and headed out the door. Downstairs he found his nephew reading a Playboy. Grabbing it out of his hands, he said, "Don't you know that will make you go blind? Now get going, you're on." Harry Junior stood and Frank took his place on the recliner. "Aunt Ronnie still giving orders?" "No shit. She's really getting off on this, too, so God help you if your Mom doesn't get her jollies. Not that I want to put you under any pressure, mind you." He opened the magazine to the centerfold. "Glad to hear it. I understand that performance anxiety hits about the mid-forties or so." He scampered up the stairs before his uncle could hit him. Entering his mother's bedroom, Harry Junior found a three-way cunt licking session in progress, Ronnie eating Sue eating Taylor eating Ronnie. He inserted himself into the circle and stuck his cock into his mother's slickly glistening pussy. "Um, um, good!", he cried as he stuffed his squealing mother in one swift motion. Kneeling, he pulled Sue towards him so that her ass was lifted off the sheets and into his lap. "Work it, Aunt Ronnie, work it.", he cried. Ronnie pushed a hand into the joined crotches and began to finger her sister's clit. Harry Junior spewed into Sue's cunt the instant Taylor came down and began fondling his asshole with her fingers. Still erect, he pulled out and flipped Sue onto her stomach. As the other women spread her asscheeks, he pushed his slimy organ into Sue's asshole. Sue buried her face in her pillow, screaming in pain and pleasure, then began thrusting back at the anal intruder. Ten minutes later she screamed again, when she felt his hot come pulsing into her bowels. Harry Junior pulled out limply and went into the bathroom to piss and clean up, then went back downstairs. As he passed the bed, he could see Taylor licking come from Sue's thighs from behind. Downstairs, he said, "You're on again, Uncle Frank. By the way, I'm ahead, two to one." Frank stood and went upstairs. "Smartass kid!" ------- Christmas Eve morning was gray and chilly when Jim Mallory woke. Feeling better than he had in weeks, he wandered down the hall to the bathroom where he shaved and showered. Dressing in worn khakis and a flannel shirt, Jim went downstairs. Finding himself the only person awake, he began pulling groceries out of the refrigerator to make breakfast. Considering the workout she had received the previous night, his daughter-in-law couldn't understand why she was feeling so chipper at such an early hour. Perhaps that was the reason, she thought. Regardless, she had just left her own bathroom when she heard Jim bellow "Who wants breakfast?" up the stairwell. Wrapping a heavy velour robe around herself and stuffing her feet into bunny slippers, she wandered downstairs to the kitchen. She found her father-in-law setting the kitchen table. "Morning, Angel. Hungry?", he asked. Sober, his speech had a flat twang reminiscent of his Kentucky roots. "Morning Dad, how you feeling?", she asked. She searched his face for clues to his condition. His eyes were clear and his hands were steady, and he had shaved for the first time in almost a week. "Fine, just fine." He poured her a cup of coffee and set it on the table near where she stood. "Listen, I'm sorry if you got nervous. I'll be all right." He threw one of his bear-like arms around her shoulders and gave her a quick squeeze. A look of wild fury suffused her face as she whirled on him, hammering at his massive chest with her little fists. "God damn you!", she yelled, "Don't you ever scare me like that again! First my parents, then Harry, then Millie... I will be damned if I will go through this all over again! You scared the hell out of me, and what about the kids, huh? Maybe you wanted to put them through it again, too?" Jim tried to brush aside her complaints. "Angel, nothing happened, I'm fine. Hey, you want me to stay a few days, I'll stay." "You bastard! Sitting there drunk out of your mind fooling around with that gun, what would have been next, playing Russian roulette? Jesus, Dad, suppose it had been Taylor or Harry Junior walking in, finding you with your brains blown out all over the dining room! I ought to send you to the psycho ward just for the hell of it!" Sue was crying into Jim's chest by that point, as he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her. "Listen, I wasn't going to do anything crazy. Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good today, pretty clear-headed. I'll be all right, I promise." "You damn well better be.", said a bleary sounding voice from the doorway. Frank entered the room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He picked up Sue's untouched coffee and sipped at it. "I'll be damned if I haul your sorry carcass all over Indianapolis again." Jim remembered the face of Sue's sister's husband, and after a few moments, remembered his name. "Frank? What are you doing here?" "Ronnie and Frank are visiting, Dad. I told you that a week ago.", said Sue. "Oh, yeah, I guess you did. I must have been a bit out of it when you said it." Frank snorted and sipped some more coffee. "I guess that's one way of putting it. Listen, Jim, do us all a favor. The next time you pull a stunt like this one, wait until Ronnie and I can go home. That way I don't have to lug you all over Indiana, okay?" Frank smiled as he said this, taking the sting out of the remark. Jim shrugged. "Deal. Someone's going to have to take me back to the house today. I have to pick up some things and bring them back." "No problem, Dad. Frank and Harry Junior can take you over." "And keep an eye on me too, huh, Angel?" Neither Sue nor Frank answered. The smile over Frank's coffee cup was answer enough. ------- Chapter 14 Cassie Parkhurst stepped out of the shower and dried herself thoroughly before going back into her bedroom. She had known Sue Mallory for almost ten years, almost since Sue and Harry had first moved to town. This wasn't the first time she had dined at the Mallory house, but it was the first Christmas dinner, and it was rather unexpected. Sue had only called her yesterday morning, Christmas Eve, asking if she had plans. She had sounded so insistent that Cassie had agreed. She had called her son and told him that he and his wife should visit her parents in Cincinnati. She would visit them in a week or two. Then she had called Sue back to get the full story. Cassie hung her towel back up on the bar and picked up the under-wired body briefer she planned to wear under her clothes. She didn't need the lingerie to hold herself in, simply to minimize underwear lines under the thin wool of the sweater and skirt set she wanted to wear. As she slipped into it, she thought back to the first time she had met Sue, almost ten years ago. It had been at a workout center that Cassie had joined. Sue had been a frequent visitor to the gym maintained at the Norfolk Naval Base for officers and their wives, and had promptly found a new club once her family had moved to the Midwest. They first saw each other while taking an aerobics class and started talking during a break. After that, they would pair up and exercise side by side, the short little redhead and the much taller and older brunette. The pair had just finished showering after the class one Friday afternoon when Cassie noticed that Sue was getting dressed to go out instead of going home. Changing into her own jeans and tee-shirt, she watched as her friend pulled on a pair of tiny white lace panties, then pulled a short and flirty sundress over her head. "Big date tonight?", she asked as Sue began to strap on a pair of high-heeled sandals. "Harry's coming over to pick me up and take me to dinner and then go dancing. His parents have the kids for the night.", Sue explained. "Ooh, la, la! Sounds to me like you plan on doing the horizontal tango tonight." Sue brushed her hair out in the mirror. "Sounds good to me!" The pair laughed, then Sue tossed her gym clothes in her bag and they left the locker room. The pair walked down the second floor balcony past the glass wall separating them from the lobby. Cassie stopped Sue with a hand on her elbow and pointed through the heavy glass at a tall, good looking man down in the lobby. He was intermediate in age to the pair, quite large, wearing chinos and a short-sleeved knit sport shirt, and his powerful physique was obvious. "How about that for your private workout? You know, I always want to find out, when a guy is that big and muscular, is everything big and muscular? Don't you ever wonder whether we're talking a giant salami or a Jimmy Dean sausage?" She continued on in this vein as they continued on their way down the stairs and through the door to the lobby. Cassie was surprised when the Greek god looked up at them as they came through the door. He headed their way, and Sue tossed her gym bag at him. He deftly snatched it in midair and came closer. "Hi, hun.", he said, leaning down to kiss her. Sue returned the kiss, then pulled back a touch. "Harry, I want you to meet a friend of mine. Cassie, this is my husband Harry. Harry, this is Cassie Parkhurst. We met here at the gym." Her eyes twinkled in silent laughter at her friend. "Nice to meet you.", he said, shaking her hand. "Likewise.", said Cassie, flushing redly. Turning her head, she whispered to Sue, "You are going to pay for this!" Sue started laughing, then took her mystified husband by the arm and led him outside. She turned back to Cassie before leaving and said, "I'll tell you how the sausage tastes.", then left. Sue rode Cassie unmercifully the next time they were at the gym, bragging about the size of the giant salami and how she was able to dine on it all night long. Sue admitted that her panties lasted only long enough to get to the restaurant, then Harry had yanked them off before letting Sue out of the car. After leaving the bar where they had gone afterwards, the pair had gone parking and screwed until dawn. The pair had become firm friends over the years since. Cassie worked as an office manager at one of the big corporations in town and helped Sue get her job there when the Mallory's had bought their bigger house, and she had been one of the first to show up after Harry's death and had stayed several nights to help with the twins. Cassie had worked hard at getting Sue to come out of her shell after the funeral, all to little avail, until her friend's miraculous recovery after the family vacation that summer. Now the pair frequently went barhopping and clubbing on Friday or Saturday nights to pick up guys and get laid. Cassie adjusted her large tits within the built-in underwired bra of the briefer, then began pulling on her thigh top stockings. She was a tall woman, and large, though not heavy, simply big-boned. She was also eleven years older than her widowed friend, and divorced. Even though she outranked Sue at work and was nominally her superior, in reality, the two got along famously. Sue's job rarely put her in contact with Cassie, being primarily answering the switchboard, serving coffee, and being decorative, all of which she accomplished easily. Once the pair had started going manhunting together, Cassie had passed along several pearls of wisdom gathered in a long career of getting laid. They usually would hit the bars at various hotels and motels, looking for businessmen and salesmen. Cassie specified that married men were the best for a quick fling. They were invariably discreet, not wanting news of their adventures getting back to their wives. They were on expense accounts, so they could afford drinks and dinner. She warned Sue against picking up any of the guys around the office though, saying that only a dirty bird fouls its own nest, but that didn't mean they couldn't score with businessmen visiting the firm. Sue began relaying information she picked up in the lobby about potential victims, such as where they were staying and whether they liked to party after hours. Then she and Cassie would 'accidentally' show up and join them. Much like Sue, Cassie worked not from necessity but from a desire to get out of the house and earn enough to pay for her hobby. She had told Sue and Harry that she had caught her husband, a prominent divorce lawyer, in an affair, and had cleaned him out during the divorce. When Harry had commented on the improbability of taking a divorce lawyer to the cleaners, Cassie had responded, "You do when you have Polaroids, and his girlfriend has a five o'clock shadow!" Harry had made a disgusted face at the thought and squawked out a loud 'Yikes!' Cassie's hobby was plastic surgery. Her first experience was out of medical necessity; she was in a car wreck and had broken her nose. Not only had the damage been repaired, but the surgeon had reshaped her nose into a thinner, more aquiline profile. She had been hooked. Since then, she had gotten a small facelift, had liposuction on both thighs and her tummy, taken care of the bags starting under her eyes, and gotten a pair of boob jobs. The first had given her a C cup, the second had replaced the original silicone wonders with saline implants in a D cup. Along with a dye job that only her hairdresser knew for sure, she was Miss Plastic Fantastic. She often told Sue that after thirty it was all maintenance anyway. Ever since Sue came back from her vacation, the pair had chased men incessantly. The first time out they had found a pair of salesmen and had allowed the guys to separate them and take then to their individual rooms to get screwed. The second weekend had been crazier. They had gone to a different bar, one in the Holiday Inn near the airport, and had drank more than they had planned. A pair of businessmen had invited them to their booth in the back and they had joined them, whereupon another few rounds were consumed. Sue's partner began kissing her in the booth and Sue had responded eagerly, but when she felt his hand upon her thigh, she had pulled away, intending to cool the action down until they got upstairs. Instead, she had looked over at Cassie, to see that she had taken things much farther. Cassie's mate had one hand inside her blouse fondling her braless tits while the other was under her skirt fingerfucking her to orgasm. Cassie, meanwhile, had unzipped her date and was stroking his cock under the table. Sue stared in fascination, not arguing when her own date pushed his hand under her skirt and began tickling her own clit. Neither had complained when the guys had taken them upstairs to the same room and fucked them side-by-side on the bed, then switched off. Several weeks later an even stranger evening had occurred. Both women had been chatting with a pair of likely prospects and had suggested that they all retire to the men's rooms. Surprisingly, one of the guys had begged off, claiming an early flight the next morning, leaving Cassie asking his friend, "Did I say something wrong?" The friend had simply wrapped an arm around Sue, hugging her to his side, and commented. "No, Bill's gay is all. He simply wanted a couple of drinks." Wrapping his other arm around the confused Cassie's waist, he said, "But I'm straight, and I bet I can take care of your needs, too." The girls had shrugged and allowed him to take them upstairs, where they had all undressed and had a menage a trois. This was the first time Cassie had fucked another woman, and she had enjoyed it tremendously. Since then, they would often go back to Cassie's apartment after a gym workout and get hot and sweaty all over again. Cassie pulled on the green and red Christmas motif sweater and its matching knee-length skirt, then stepped into her medium-high heels. Pulling on her trench coat, she grabbed the pumpkin pies she had made and headed out the door. She hoped Sue's father-in-law was off the drinking jag he had been on. She really hated maudlin drunks. ------- Chapter 15 Harry Junior was nearest the front door when the chimes rang, so he went over and answered it. Seeing the guest he hadn't expected, he smiled and opened the door wide. "Cassie, you're as lovely as ever.", he said throwing his arms open. Cassie snickered and laughed. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Here, make yourself useful." She handed him the pair of pies and stepped inside. "Cassie, I didn't know you were coming!", said Taylor, coming to the foyer to see what the commotion was. The rest of the household joined the others in the foyer as Harry Junior took the pies to the kitchen and Cassie began to shrug off her coat. Frank helped her and hung the coat up, looking curiously at his sister-in-law. Sue introduced her, saying that Cassie was her best friend, and her son and his family had switched off for Christmas this year, leaving her alone in her home, and she had invited Cassie over for Christmas dinner. At this Ronnie raised an eyebrow, but gave a silent shrug to Frank. Whatever games her sister was playing, they would keep quiet and play along. Jim missed the by-play and welcomed Cassie into the living room, pouring her a glass of wine from a bottle that he had retrieved from his house the other day. Frank and Harry Junior had driven him over to pick up the presents he had previously ordered, helping the older man wrap them first, something he had been too depressed to do on his own. Then, with the presents, some wine, and another suitcase of odds and ends, they had brought him back home. Jim had groused good-naturedly about his 'prison guards', but understood that they were just that, and they were not going to leave him alone until Sue gave the word. Throughout the afternoon and evening, before and after dinner, Cassie could feel Jim's eyes upon her. The thin wool of the skirt and sweater did little to hide her statuesque figure, and on more than one occasion she would glance over to see him turning his eyes away from her legs or bust. She had met Jim on several occasions and had commented to Sue that she thought that her father-in-law was a fine looking specimen. Jim Mallory was tall, six-two or so, and stocky and barrel-chested in the 225 pound range, with a thick shock of near white hair and a matching walrus mustache. Sue had often laughed at the description coming from her friend, but after Millie had died, began to consider getting the pair together. As the group relaxed after dinner, letting the heavy meal settle before starting on the pumpkin pie, Cassie found herself across from Jim in the living room. She was settled on the couch while he sat opposite her in an armchair. Idly contemplating Sue's plan, she glanced over at him, to see his eyes glued to her legs. Casting her eyes downward, Cassie noticed that he was looking straight up her tight skirt, and could probably see to the tops of her thigh top stockings. She shifted slightly, allowing her skirt to rise a touch, and casually shifted her legs apart. She was pleased to see his stare intensify. Finally, Taylor moving to the kitchen distracted Jim's attention. Looking up, he saw Cassie give him a ghostly smile and shift in her seat, crossing her legs demurely. Blushing, he looked away. Finally, as the evening wore down, Cassie made her good-byes and went to the foyer to leave. Jim followed her and helped her into her coat. He opened the door to let her out, but Cassie stopped in the doorway. Turning to face him, she said, "Jim, would you like to escape jail? I'm busy tomorrow, but the night after, would you like to take me to dinner? My treat? You look like you need to get out." He stared briefly. "You mean, a date?", he gurgled incoherently. "No, just a dinner between two friends. I think you need a friend now." When Jim nodded his head in confusion, Cassie slipped a piece of notepaper into his hand with her address and phone number on it. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then left. Jim inhaled deeply Cassie's lingering perfume, and stood in the doorway long after her car had gone out of sight. Later that night, Jim had his first erection since his wife had died. ------- The night of the 27th Jim pulled up to Cassie's apartment building and parked. It was in a stylish high-rise that she had moved into after her divorce, when her son had moved out to college. He found the button on the intercom and buzzed it. "Hello?" "It's Jim, Jim Mallory." "Be right down." Through the glass doors Jim watched as a few minutes later, Cassie walked out of the elevator and marched through the empty lobby. He was relieved that she knew this wasn't a date; she was wearing a pant suit under her trench coat rather than the provocative dress he had been worried about. They drove quietly to the nearby restaurant. After they left their coats in the cloak room, Cassie smiled. "I'm so glad you're so tall, I can wear my highest heels without looking like a freak of nature." "That would be impossible.", he replied. "Yeah, well I'm five-eight in my stocking feet. Put me in any kind of heel, and I'm taller than a lot of men. It scares some guys off." Jim shrugged and shook his head. "They're fools then. You're a very attractive woman, Cassie. Hell, Millie wasn't all that much smaller than you." He looked her over surreptitiously. The pant suit was actually more along the lines of satin pajamas. Black, it consisted of an ankle length jacket which buttoned at the waist. Underneath was a loose and flowing black jumpsuit, with black lace inserts running up both legs and at the bodice. More lace lined the jacket. She was indeed wearing high heels, black open-toed pumps with a three inch heel. You're very lovely tonight, Cassie.", he commented. He felt very odd as his body's natural reaction took over, inflating his cock in his pants. He was very relieved when they were led to their table and he was able to sit down. He adjusted himself under the table, and was mildly perturbed when this only enabled his cock to come to full erection. "Thank you, Jim. You're very handsome yourself. I think it was a good idea to get you out of the house before you went stir crazy." "Yeah, I guess so.", he admitted. "Don't get me wrong. I love Sue and the kids, and her sister and her husband are nice people too, but it just doesn't feel right staying there for the holidays. This is the first time I haven't been at home with Millie at Christmas since our wedding." Cassie nodded sympathetically. "Sue said you were married a long time. High school sweethearts?" "Yeah.", he said with a nod. "We met in high school. Jesus, but it seems like forever." "You get married after you graduated?" "Sort of. I was a couple of years ahead of her, class of '58, so we had to wait. In the meantime, I decided that anything would be better than working in the coal mines, so I did a hitch in the Army and married her as soon as I got out, right after she graduated." "I didn't know you were in the Army.", said a surprised Cassie. "I spent the entire time at Fort Dix. The dirty Commies never invaded New Jersey on my watch!", he said with a chuckle. "I guess Harry was born that honeymoon year. You can't even be sixty.", she said. Jim nodded in agreement. "Fifty-nine. Millie must have caught on the honeymoon, Harry came along nine-and-a-half months later. I guess we were doing things right.", he said with a smile. "And he was your only child?" "Yes. It was a difficult birth, and Millie couldn't have any more children after that. I would have liked a few more, to be honest." Later on, as he replayed the conversation over in his mind, Jim couldn't believe that all they had talked about was his marriage. He had told Cassie damn near everything about their life, including the fact that both had been virgins when they had wed. Millie had been a good girl, closely supervised by her parents, and he had been terrified by the VD movies filmed at the tertiary syphilis ward at Walter Reed Hospital the Army had shown him. He had never even mentioned some aspects of their life to his son or daughter-in-law, but he felt comfortable telling them to Cassie. After several hours, while dawdling over coffee, the conversation began to run down and he noticed the waiter looking pointedly in their direction. He made a scribbling gesture and the waiter brought over the bill. Cassie moved to pick it up. "My treat, remember?" Jim grabbed it away and pulled out his wallet. Pulling a credit card out, he laid it atop the bill. "Don't be insulted, but I've never had a woman pay for a meal with me yet, and I don't plan on starting at this stage of my life." "Old fashioned, huh?" "The oldest. Why, the Governor of Kentucky would come along and strip me of my birthright if I let a lady buy me dinner!", he joked. "That's all very nice, Jim, but I don't want to leave just yet." She pointed at the adjoining bar, where a younger crown was gathering and listening to country music. "Let's go have a drink." Jim looked at her curiously. He had stuck to soft drinks so far that evening. "You sure?" "Please. I won't tell Sue you broke curfew. Just a drink or two. Okay?" Jim shrugged acquiescence and escorted her into the crowded room. A fake western motif dominated. They found a small table opening up and he held her seat for her, then found another at a nearby table and stole it. It was noisy in the bar and he was forced to move his head close to hers to converse. "I've got a funny feeling that I'm the first guy to ever come in here who's living on a pension." Cassie laughed brightly. "So, wait until we start dancing. Watch their faces then." Jim's eyes widened at the thought. "Dancing?! I can't dance to this stuff. Tammy Wynette and Patsy Cline are more my style." "We'll see." Just then a waitress in a short gingham dress and cowboy boots came over to take their orders. Before she left, however, Cassie whispered something into her ear. Midway through their drinks, a slower song came out of the speakers. It was LeAnne Rimes, singing her first big hit, 'Blue.' Cassie stood and pulled Jim erect. "It's not Patsy Cline, but it's pretty damn close. Dance with me." Jim tried to protest, but she was insistent. He was also surprised, drawing his breath in as she took off her jacket and hung it over her chair. Underneath, the jumpsuit proved to be halter-topped, exposing her back to the waist. The open lacework running up the outside of each leg ran to the elastic lace at her waist, and it seemed impossible that she could be wearing anything underneath. She flowed into his arms and pressed against him as they moved around the dance floor. Jim gave up trying to move backwards so that his erection didn't press against her belly. When the dance was over, he led her back to their table in confusion over his own feelings. They finished their drinks and ordered another round, at which point Cassie asked the waitress if they had 'The Tennessee Waltz.' The young girl had never heard of it but promised to ask, and shortly thereafter, Cassie led Jim back to the dance floor as Eddie Arnold started crooning. Jim made a much better showing at this old favorite and twirled Cassie around gracefully, as the dance floor emptied around them, then bowed to her as they were applauded by the much younger audience. They took their leave and he drove her home. As he walked her to the door of the apartment, a look of worry crossed his face. Cassie asked, "Care for some coffee?", and he nodded silent agreement. Once in the apartment, they tossed their coats over the back of a chair, then went into the kitchen. The conversation was light as the coffee was made, then Cassie handed him the cups and saucers, then poured the brew into a carafe and led him to the living room. They settled onto the couch and sipped a cup, still talking. The cup finished, Cassie stood, motioning Jim to stay in place. "Pour me another cup, Jim. I'm just going to freshen up. Back in a minute." She went into her bedroom and on into the bath. She brushed out her hair and undid the snap holding the halter top on. Unbuttoning the jacket, she slid the pants off her legs and over her ankle-strapped pumps. After relieving herself on the toilet, she wiped and flushed, then stood and examined herself in the mirror. Briefly touching up her makeup, she buttoned the satin jacket, disdaining her pants. She went back to the living room. Jim failed to notice Cassie's change until she came directly in front of him and sat down beside him on the couch. His eyes bugged out and his breathing became harsh as he stared at the buxom vision next to him. "My God!", he rasped out. "You like?", she asked, tormenting him. "I've seen how you look at me, even before Millie died. I saw you looking up my dress the other day and I felt your cock pressing against my pussy tonight while we danced. God, but I was so wet, I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor." Reaching over, she began to undo Jim's belt. Lifeless, Jim stared as she unzipped his pants, his mind awhirl at what was happening. Cassie fished his erection into the open, then twisted around on the cushions. Straddling his waist, she lowered herself onto him. "Oh, Jim, this feels so good!", she cried. "You're so big! Fuck me, Jim, fuck me!" Cassie began bouncing on the cock straining the walls of her cunt. Afterwards, both agreed that their first fuck was damn good, but too damn short. Cassie had barely begun to come when she felt Jim's cock pulsing inside her, his balls, dormant since the day his wife had been diagnosed as dying, pumping a massive load upwards into her. She collapsed against his chest, then looked up at him, tears rolling down his cheeks. "It's all right Jim. Millie was a fine woman, but she's not with us anymore, and she wouldn't have wanted you to be alone." Standing, she took his hand. "Let's go to bed." ------- Chapter 16 Jim tossed his suit into the dry cleaning pile with the disquieting thought that despite his considerable seniority to Cassie, she had vastly greater experience in affairs of the heart than he. His present actions were proof of this; when he had woken with a start at dawn and tried to get up and go home, Cassie had wrapped her naked form around his chest and sleepily urged him back to bed. When he had asked her what he would tell Sue and her family, she had smiled and said, "Lie. Tell them you took me home and then went home and slept in your own bed." "They'll never believe that." "Of course they will, because they'll want to believe it. Now lay down and get some sleep!" Rather than make a scene, Jim had complied and promptly fallen asleep again, his arms wrapped around Cassie. When he awoke next, it was several hours later, and Cassie was fondling his stiffening cock. She smiled back at him then climbed on top of him and rode him to a slow and languorous orgasm. That made it, by his count, four comes in roughly eight hours, a performance he had last made on his honeymoon. After Cassie had led him to her bedroom, they had undressed and crawled under the sheets. Cassie had promptly moved under the covers and taken his flaccid prick into her mouth. Jim had been surprised both at how fast he had recovered and how proficient she was. After fifteen minutes of her tongue swirling over his cockhead, her face bobbing the length of his root, her cheeks sucking inward, Jim had tried to stop her. "You better stop. I'm about to come." Cassie had stopped briefly, pulling the covers down and looking up at him curiously. She continued to jack his shaft as she had asked, "Why? Don't you want to come?" "Well, sure, but don't you want to stop? I'll come in your mouth if you keep that up." "And that's a bad thing?" Jim was very confused by the question. "Isn't it? Millie hated the taste of my come. She only blew me as foreplay, and then only once in a while. She never let me come in her mouth." Cassie smiled up at her lover. "It's okay, Jim. From what I've tasted so far, your come tastes just fine. I'd like you to come in my mouth. Would you enjoy that?" She already knew the answer. Jim's eyes lit up like a schoolboy on the last day of classes. "Yeah! Could I, well, I mean, would you... ?" Cassie's answer was to lower her face to his crotch and begin sucking his cockhead more furiously than ever. As she jacked his cock, she opened her jaws wider and took him deeper. Moments later, Jim began groaning and grunting as his hips began twitching. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Cassie began to swallow the copious flow, draining him. Afterwards, Cassie had licked him clean, then had crawled up beside him. While she continued caressing his soft manhood, they had talked. Jim admitted that he and Millie had been pretty conventional about a lot of things in bed. "Don't get me wrong.", he said, "We had a pretty active sex life. It was just, that, well, we both grew up in a time when it was the man's job to start things off. Millie enjoyed it as much as I did, but she would have never come into the living room dressed like you did earlier." "So it was the bedroom only?" "Oh, I wouldn't say that, not really. I mean, if Harry was asleep and it was late, she didn't mind at all if I pulled her onto my lap on the couch and had some fun, and she definitely liked to go parking with me, too. It was simply that the man was supposed to start things up. Nice girls didn't do those sorts of things." "Does that make me a bad girl?", teased Cassie. "Don't confuse me any further, lady. I'm doing a fine job all by myself." "So what else would you like me to do that Millie didn't do? I saw you looking up my skirt the other day. Did you like my stockings?", asked Cassie. Jim's cock made a slight twitch at this. "Yeah, I did. Millie always wore pantyhose, and she'd never have gone anywhere without a bra." Jim considered the contrast between the two women's figures, and was surprised to realize that they were relatively similar. His wife had been a fairly large woman as well, within an inch of Cassie's height, and big-boned to boot. She had also had some pretty impressive tits and wide set hips, and nicely tapered legs which she enjoyed spreading for her husband. Otherwise, Millie had honey-blonde hair and an oval face, while Cassie was a dark brunette with a heart-shaped face. Still, their general physiques were fairly close, and he had always liked his wife's figure. "I'll remember that, Jim. I don't wear pantyhose, just stockings, sometimes with a garter belt, sometimes without." Jim began stiffening slowly at the thought. "I like short skirts and high heels and going braless, too. I have lots of lacy nightgowns. Did Millie wear fancy nighties?" Jim gave an embarrassed look. "Yeah, she did. I always bought them for her birthday and Christmas and our anniversary, whenever I could figure out a reason. She always wore them to bed." "Sounds exciting. I'll have to give you a fashion show someday. What else did she do or not do? Ever try buttfucking?" Jim gave a start and his cock grew to full extension. "In the ass?! Damn, no! I always wanted to, but that was really a no-no as far as Millie was concerned. Why, do you, um... ?" "All the time, Jim. I'd love to have your cock up my ass sometime. I promise the next time you come over, I'll give myself an enema ahead of time. It works better for me that way. Is that okay with you?" Again, she knew the answer. "Holy shit! Pardon my French, Cassie, but I'd love to try it. Are you sure, I mean, doesn't it hurt?" "Not if you do it right. Use lots of Vaseline or KY and go slow. You've got such a big cock, you'll have to give me a bit of time to get used to it. You hammer right in and you'll tear me apart.", she told him, fondling his stiffness. "Are you sure?" "Oh yeah. Do it right and I'll be coming nonstop." Cassie rolled onto her back and spread her legs, inviting Jim to climb on top of her. Gently, the large man crawled between her legs, and Cassie positioned his cockhead at the wetly gaping entrance to her pussy. "Sort of like now. Fuck me long and slow and make me come nonstop." After their morning tryst, they had each showered and had a light breakfast, then Jim had taken his leave. Over breakfast, Cassie had said, "Jim, I don't want to put any pressure on you. I understand what you've been going through and I don't want you to feel like you need to make a commitment. I have to tell you, though, that I do enjoy your company, and we make a very good team in the sack. I'd like to see you again." "I'd like that, too, Cassie. I like your company, too.", he replied. "Well, New Year's Eve I have an invitation to a cocktail party that I need to attend. Could I ask you to be my escort? I'll make it worth your while.", she said coyly. "Yeah, I'll just bet you will.", Jim said with a grin. "It's a date. Or whatever. One of these days I'm going to have to take you out instead of the other way around. What time is it?" "Oh, just come over sometime that afternoon, and we'll figure out some way to kill the time. It's black tie. Do you have a tux?" He nodded. "Okay, bring it in an overnight bag and you can change here ahead of time." "Sounds like fun." "Oh, it will be. How about I greet you in stockings and heels and a tube of Vaseline in my hand?" ------- Chapter 17 Jim arrived back at Sue's house mid-morning, pulling into the driveway just as Sue, Taylor, and Ronnie were heading out the door. "Hi, Dad. Where have you been?", Sue asked. "Granddad, did you stay over at Cassie's? Have you been a naughty boy?", teased his granddaughter. "Mind your manners, little girl, and show some respect for your elders. After I drove her home last night, I went back to my house and got a good night's sleep. I could hear your snoring even if I slept down in the basement.", he replied. "Is that how you raise your daughter?", he asked Sue as he hugged her. Sue caught an unmistakable whiff of Cassie's perfume as she hugged her father-in-law. Whispering into his ear, she said, "Nice cologne, Dad. Chanel?" Jim drew back in silent surprise, blushing that the secret was out. Taylor stuck her tongue out at him while her mother and aunt laughed. Jim replied in kind then went inside. Once in the car, Taylor asked, "So, did he get laid?" Her mother laughed. "Yes, he got laid." "Damn well, too, if you ask me.", commented her sister. Inside the house, Jim found Harry Junior and Frank washing the breakfast dishes and doing chores. "The girls went out shopping.", explained Frank. "Hold on to your credit cards, they had a pretty determined look in their eyes." "CHARGE... it!", cried his nephew. The three men puttered around the house until after lunch, after which they found themselves watching a football bowl game on the television. One by one they fell asleep, worn out by their labors of the previous night. Unbeknownst to Jim, the rest of the household had enjoyed another orgy night in Sue's bedroom. After nine, Sue had invited the others to come to her room for the evening. She had explained how Cassie was to call her if Jim escaped her wanton clutches, which would give them ample warning to clean up and go to their own rooms. Then she had begun undressing, promptly followed by the others. Naked they had crawled onto the king-sized bed. "So, who's first?", asked her cocky son, as his sister slowly stroked his balls. Ronnie answered, "Think of us as a small golf course. There's nine holes, and you two guys have to play as many rounds as you can." Reaching over, she had caressed her husband's stiffness. "You really don't want to know the penalty for missing a stroke." "Well, just call us the pros from Dover.", said Frank. He lay down on the bed and Harry Junior reclined next to him. Their cocks were pointing at Sue's ceiling. "Oh, caddy!" Nobody got much sleep that night. Even Sue's oversized bed was inadequate to sleep five active people, but as soon as somebody started drifting off, another two or three people would start going at it again and wake everybody up. Surprisingly, the women felt invigorated by it all, and got up early to go bargain hunting. Frank and Harry Junior felt like death warmed over all through lunch. When Ronnie, Taylor, and Sue came home, they found the three men sound asleep in the living room, the evening news playing on the TV. Jim had crashed on the floor, snoring under a tented newspaper over his face, Frank was curled up in the La-Z-Boy, and Harry Junior lay face down on the couch, a quilt pulled over his body. "Well, of all the nerve! Look at these lazy guys!", exclaimed Taylor. None of the men woke at the intrusion. "We do all the work and they take naps." "I know how to wake them up.", quipped Ronnie. "Cover your ears." She walked to the television set and turned the volume up to it's highest setting. The guys bolted from their positions like they had been struck by lightning. "What'd you do that for?", asked Frank once the volume had been turned down. "Where's dinner? Why isn't the table set? Did anybody do the wash? Do we have to do all the work around here?", demanded Sue. "Hey, if I wanted abuse, I'd get married. Oh, yeah, I did that already.", he replied, ducking as his wife took a swing at him. "Yeah, Uncle Frank? You volunteered, I got drafted.", commented Harry Junior. "You're not only in the coffin, son, you bought it as well.", said Jim. The three men were hectored into the kitchen, whereupon the women took their numerous purchases upstairs. A simple supper of leftover turkey was served around the kitchen table. Everyone went to their own beds early. The days before New Year's Eve were orgy free around the Mallory household due to Jim's presence, but not completely sex free. To everyone's surprise, sneaking quickies became a game, and people started to keep score. The added thrill of potential discovery was marvelous, compared to the enjoyable but slightly predictable orgies, where everyone would simply strip down and engage in a giant group fuck. Sue, her sister, and her daughter all took to wearing loose skirts and no panties, and front clasp bras and blouses. A mutual wink was sufficient to have a couple heading to the basement to 'sort out the pantry' or 'switch the laundry' or some such ruse. Once alone, clothes were undone and a stiff cock found itself in a greasy hot cunt in seconds. The others would cover for the fucking pair and keep Jim from finding out. The first time came as a surprise for both parties. Sue went down to the basement to wash a load of laundry, and as Frank noticed her leave, remembered that he and Ronnie had a load of clothes in the dryer. He followed to put them in a basket and take them upstairs. Watching the pretty redhead bending over the washer gave him second thoughts. His cock stiff in his pants, he sidled up behind his sister-in-law and placed his hands on her hips, pushing his erection into her ass. Sue looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Frank, we can't!", she protested. "Says who?", he asked with a grin. "Jim's upstairs watching TV. We make it quick and he'll never know." He tugged Sue's sweatpants down off her hips and pushed them down her legs. She stepped out of them quickly and spread her legs, then watched over her shoulder as Frank unzipped his pants. Pushing against her, he inserted his turgid cock into her suddenly wet pussy. Sue let out a low moan of pleasure as he began bucking his hips against her ass, then closed her eyes and sighed as he slipped his hands under her T-shirt and popped her bra off. She began to whimper as he kneaded her aroused tits and gasped in orgasm as she felt his cock expand feverishly in the moments before his come began spurting into her cunt. "Oh, that was nice, Frank.", she said. "Stolen kisses are supposed to be the sweetest.", he replied. "I suppose that goes for stolen fucks as well." They took a moment to catch their breath, then hurriedly did up their clothes. Frank grabbed his and his wife's laundry and went upstairs, and Sue finished with hers and followed him a few minutes later. They each whispered to the other members of the household what had happened, and that discretion was the watchword. Half an hour later, Harry Junior left for the basement to find some snacks in the pantry, and Ronnie volunteered to help. Once downstairs, they promptly grabbed some chips and soda and set it on a card table, then Harry Junior pulled his pants down and sat down on a beat-up old couch. His aunt had changed into a skirt and blouse after hearing from Sue, and she simply pulled her skirt to her waist and climbed astride her nephew's cock. She began bouncing atop him as her hands manipulated her clit, and Harry Junior unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra. He began feasting on her tits, sending her through a massive orgasm, then nibbled his way to her second and his first. Light applause greeted them and they both looked over to find Taylor laughing. "My turn!", she announced, and Ronnie climbed off the couch and rearranged her clothing. Harry Junior stiffened again as his sister raised her skirt and pulled her tank top down, exposing her bra, which she took off and tossed aside. She knelt against the coffee table, her breasts mashing flatly against the scratched surface, and her brother knelt behind her. Taylor was forced to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep her screams of joy silent as he buggered her ass viciously. Afterwards, they dressed and went upstairs, where Ronnie had gone with the snacks after her fuck. Jim never noticed they had been gone. ------- Chapter 18 Jim drove his car over to Cassie's apartment and parked, then grabbed a two-suiter and went to the entrance. Once he was buzzed in, he took the elevator to her floor and found her door. At the soft knock, Cassie went to the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing her date standing there, she opened the door, and standing so as not to be seen, allowed him in. Once the door was shut behind him, she stepped out. "You like?", she asked. True to her word, Cassie was wearing nothing but thigh top black fishnets and ankle-strapped high heels. In her hand she held a small tube of KY. "Wow! You look good enough to eat!", said Jim, his eyes feasting on Cassie's naked form. For the first time he noticed that Cassie shaved her pussy bare, another similarity to his dead wife. "Funny you should say that. Hang your bag up and follow me." She showed Jim a closet to hang his coat and bag, then led him to the bedroom. Reclining on the bed, she watched as Jim stripped off his clothes. She idly traced the lips of her pussy and asked, "Do you like shaved snatch?" "Oh, yeah!", exclaimed the older man, sounding like a horny teen. "I love it. Millie shaved hers, too." "Really? I thought you said she was pretty conservative.", commented Cassie. "I told her that nobody would ever know, and she agreed. Hey, she enjoyed sex just as much as I did, she just wasn't quite as, er, open about it as you." Jim kicked off his pants and moved over to the bed. "Don't be nervous about it, Jim. I know exactly what I am in the bedroom; I'm a tramp, a slut, a whore. Come on, get in bed and let's do something nasty. What was it you said about my looking good enough to eat? Prove it." "Huh?" "Prove it. Eat me." Cassie spread her thighs apart and spread her pussy lips wide, showing him the pink tunnel between them. Dipping a middle finger inside, she pulled it out, glistening and wet, and sensuously licked her cunt juice from it. "Um, um, good!" "Uh, you want me to, well, I mean... ?", he stammered out. "Uh huh. Let me guess, you and Millie never did that either?" Jim stared at the cunt pulsing between the wide spread thighs and shook his head, no. "Well, I will be perfectly happy to teach you. Trust me, it won't kill you, and it doesn't taste like a dead fish." Jim looked up at her nervously, and she knew that had been exactly what he was thinking. Laughing, she waved him forward. "Oh come on, you big baby. You sure liked it when I sucked your cock last night. Think of this as payback. Who knows, maybe you'll like it, lots of guys do, you know." Jim crawled onto the bed and lay down between Cassie's legs. He inched his face closer, then looked up. "Uh, what do I do?" He could smell what he always had considered a pleasant scent of arousal emanating from below his face and was curious as to the taste. Cassie wrapped her hands in his thick white hair and pushed his face to the juncture of her legs. "Kiss me, lick me, tickle my clit, suck me. Just get started, I'll give you directions." Still unsure, Jim allowed the horny woman to pull his face to her bald pussy and began to gently kiss around her pussy lips. To his amazement, it didn't taste all that bad. His actions were a trifle primitive but seemed effective. Cassie began moaning and running her hands through his hair, so he cautiously extended his tongue and began flicking it inside, running it the length of the steamy slit up to her clit, which he would tease gently, then head back the other way. Cassie began thrashing around on the bed as cunt juice began seeping out of her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs. Jim began to lick this up, then pursed his lips together and directed them to her clit, prominently erect, red and throbbing, and began to kiss and suck on the little nubbin. Shrieking, Cassie began bouncing her ass off the bed as she came in an earth-shattering orgasm. Finally, his tongue tiring, he pulled back and looked up at the quivering and sweat-drenched woman. "Was that okay?" "Sweet Jesus, Jim! That was fan-fucking-tastic! You are a natural! What about you? Did you like it? God knows, I did!" Jim sheepishly nodded. "Yeah it was kind of fun. Maybe we can try that again, some other time." Grinning, he darted his face back in and kissed her on the clit again. Cassie jumped in surprise, then pulled her legs up and twisted around on the bedcovers. Kneeling, she pressed her face to the pillows and arched her back high in the air. She reached back and handed Jim the tube of lubricant, then used her hands to spread her asscheeks apart. "I think you need a reward for being such a good learner." "Great! This is a lot better than a gold star!" He took the tube and opened it, setting the lid on the night stand. "So, what do I do now, teacher?" Laughing, Cassie said, "First, put a good sized squirt on your middle finger and work it around my asshole... that's right... all over. Now, very gently, squirt a little right in there... now, push a finger inside me... oh, God... deeper, deeper..." Cassie began panting as Jim's large and bony finger began probing deeply into her asshole. "Now, squirt some on your cock... no, keep your finger up my ass and move it all around... use your other hand and get your dick all greasy. Whenever you're ready, pull your finger out and stick your cockhead inside. Just the head, honey, don't jam it in all at once, please." Jim moved up close behind Cassie, and as she spread her cheeks wide, pulled his finger loose. Grabbing his erection his tried to get the large head into the little brown ring before it winked shut but failed. "Uh, I don't think I can." "Sure you can. Listen, try greasing up both thumbs and sliding them inside at the same time. Use them to keep me open, but please, be gentle, you're so goddamn big!" Cassie moaned as she felt his thick thumbs slip inside. They worked her asshole briefly, then withdrew, and she felt a much larger intruder enter her anal passage. Jim stopped as his cockhead slipped inside and her anus closed around him. Never before had he felt such tightness on his dick. Cassie let out a small cry and he asked her, "Are you all right? Listen, I don't want to hurt you. You want me to stop?" Opening her eyes, Cassie looked back over her shoulder and gasped, "You stop and I swear, I'll kill you! Oh, that's so good!" She lunged her hips back and another couple of inches disappeared inside her rectum. She gave out a small squeal, then repeated the motion again. She bucked back against him repeatedly until all eight inches were trapped inside. "Oh, Jim, that's so good. Promise me, you'll fuck me in the ass whenever I ask, please. You won't even have to lick my pussy if you don't want to. Oh, it's so good!" Jim simply smiled and began to slowly pull out. His partner cried for him to fuck her and he slowly pushed back in, then pulled back out again. Cassie tried to follow and keep him inside and he lunged deeper. The pressure on his balls was unbelievable and he was barely able to make a dozen strokes before he grabbed her around the hips and thrust forward, his spasming cock filling her ass with his hot come. Exhausted, he collapsed onto her back, his hips twitching. A moment later, he moved to pull out. "No! Just stay inside me, please!", pleaded Cassie. "Oh, God! Keep it in my ass, Jim, please. It feels so good!" Jim pushed his softening cock back inside as far as he could, then held her in place as he twisted onto his side. Together they lay spoon fashion, his cock still inside her ass, the pressure keeping him from shriveling and falling loose. Cassie began clenching her rectum and Jim could feel himself stiffening again. "Please, honey, please, fuck my ass again!", she begged. "Well, all right, if you really want me to.", he teased. "Just remember, I'm not some easy guy. I only do this for women who let me eat their pussies." Cassie giggled, then moaned with pleasure as he began working his cock back and forth. "You do this all the time, and I'll let you eat my pussy any time you want.", she said with a contented sigh. After their second assfuck, both Jim and his lover needed a nap. Rested, they showered together, during which, Cassie gave him something that Millie had occasionally done for him, a hand job, normally reserved for nights when he was horny and she was menstruating. Finally, sated and glowing, the pair dressed for the cocktail party. Jim went into the living room and opened up us hanging bag, then began putting on his tuxedo. He had the pants and shirt on and was tying the bow tie when Cassie came out of the bedroom, holding the top up on a strapless black sequined evening gown. A considerable amount of cleavage was showing, along with both legs, displayed through the thigh high slits at each side. "You look fantastic!", he told her. "Thank you, darling. Would you get my zipper?" She turned her back to him and allowed him to do up the dress. "That was fast.", he commented. "It's easy getting dressed when you don't wear very much." Cassie took hold of the bottom of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. She wore a pair of very sheer black thigh top stockings and black stiletto heels, and nothing else. "Very chic." "Thank you very much, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere, like back into my bed, later this evening. I have a few more tricks I want to teach you." Once Jim had finished dressing, Cassie went to the closet and pulled out a long parka, due to the bitter cold of the evening. Jim commented, "That's really not all that stylish." Cassie shrugged, handing it to him to help her into it. "My trench coat is somewhat better, but too light. This is the best warm coat I have." To her surprise, he tossed it aside. "Maybe this will work better." Reaching into the hanging bag, he removed a large and bulky plastic bag on a hanger, then pulled the bag off. On the hanger was a beautiful dark brown mink coat, full length. "Here, try this on." She stared at the coat. "Jim, I can't!", she whispered. "Nonsense. Here, put it on." Cassie hesitantly reached out and ran a hand over the fur, shivering at the touch. "Jim... what... why... ?" "It's not as big a deal as you might think, Cassie. This was Millie's. I sure can't wear it, and it's much too nice to throw away or whatever, and it's way too big for Sue. You've made me feel more alive than I have in months. Let me do something for you. Please? Come on, just try it on for size." Jim opened the coat and held it for her, coming around behind Cassie and helping her lifeless limbs go into the sleeves. Cassie shuddered as the sumptuous fur caressed her skin, then pulled it around her and closed her eyes in sinful delight. She skipped to the full length mirror on a closet door and examined herself. "Oh my God, Jim, it's gorgeous!", she exclaimed. "You can't, it's too much!", she said, but Jim noticed her eyes gave that statement the lie. Smiling, he held out a matching hat, which Cassie took and settled onto her head. Turning to him, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "The hell with the party. Let me take off the dress and do you in this fur.", she whispered. "Been there, done that.", laughed the older man. "We'll save that for another evening. Let's go." The drive took almost an hour, driving to a gated community in the nicest suburb of Indianapolis, and Cassie explained that the party was an annual event put on by the president of the firm she worked for, Browning-Stevens, one of the largest companies in the city. It was for executives only, along with key suppliers and customers, and as office manager she just barely qualified, but was almost always the most junior person there. "Actually, I think someone put my name on the list by accident a few years ago, and nobody's ever gotten around to taking me off. These guys can buy and sell me out of petty cash.", she said nervously. Jim was impressed when he pulled up to the mansion. A valet took his keys to park the Cadillac, and he escorted Cassie into the foyer, where another servant took their invitations and coats, and directed them into a large hall. There they were greeted by a tall and slim woman, a beautiful blonde that looked to be a model, who welcomed them to her home, saying that she was Jennifer Wallace, their hostess. Cassie kept her nerves under control, but gripped her date's hand fiercely. Moving into one of the large rooms, she whispered to Jim that Mrs. Wallace was the second Mrs. Wallace, a 'trophy wife', Mr. Wallace had acquired after making it big and dumping his first wife. Jim simply nodded and told her he'd seen it before. Dinner was served buffet style, after an endless stream of hors doerves and champagne, and after a couple of hours, Cassie tugged Jim's sleeve and led him over to a tall man standing next to a fireplace in the main living room. He was in his mid-fifties, tall and handsome, rich and powerful, and knew it, thought Jim. The tall man was talking to a younger version of himself. Seeing the pair approach, he smiled and said, "Cassie, you look spectacular! It's a good thing you can't wear that sort of outfit to the office, or we'd never get any work done." He leaned down and Cassie offered him her cheek to kiss. "Mister Wallace, this is my friend, Jim Mallory.", she said. "Jack Wallace. Glad you could make it.", said their host. Introducing the man he had been talking to, he continued on, "And this is Mark Sayfire, head of our finance operations. He just came on board a few weeks ago." Jim shook their hands firmly, ignoring Cassie's silent pleas to take their leave. "I thought I saw something in the financial section about that. Your predecessor took an early retirement, I gather. I hope you like our fair city so far. You transferred in from Dallas, I recall?" "Fort Worth, actually. You're familiar with our finance operation?", he asked curiously. "Some. I used to be in the business." "Jim used to be a banker.", commented Cassie. "Really? Who with?", asked Sayfire. "I was Vice-President of Operational Investing with Indiana BancShares.", replied Jim. Wallace looked Jim over carefully. Glancing at Sayfire, he asked, "Do much with derivatives?" Jim shrugged and nodded. "Sure, what banker doesn't these days?" "So explain them to me. I'm an operations guy, like Mark here. What are they and what do you use them for?" Jim gave the pair a curious look but answered them anyway. "Well, they first started out as currency hedges, betting on currency fluctuations during multinational transactions..." For the next five minutes he gave a concise lecture on the history and usage of financial derivatives, and was surprised by the interest shown in it by his host and the other man. They ignored the hubbub around them, and cast occasional glances at each other as he talked. "Well, I could go on, but I know I have to be boring you." "Actually, no, you're not. Did you work for Jack Seaforth at IndyBanc?", asked Wallace. His wife, who Jim and Cassie had learned, really was an ex-model, came up and he possessively wrapped an arm around the much younger woman. Jim shook his head, no. "No, a step down actually. I reported to Jerry Steiner, who reported to Jack. I'd see him fairly often, though. Why?" "Just curious.", he said. "Why'd you retire, if you don't mind my asking?" "I don't. It was personal reasons. My wife died of cancer earlier this year, and it really hit me hard. To be honest, I went into a real funk, became very depressed, and I just closed up shop. I stopped going to work, and after awhile, Jerry offered me a package, so I took it." "I'm sorry to hear that.", said Sayfire. "I take it you're starting to get back into the swing of things now?" "I'm getting there.", said Jim with a smile. The two executives shared a look, then Wallace said quietly, "We need to talk. Would you mind coming to my office?" Turning to his wife, he said, "Honey, could you go find Ben and Rob and ask them to join us, please. Thanks.", then he led the others down a hallway. Cassie wasn't sure that she should attend, but found herself boxed in and nervously walked down the hallway with Jim, followed by Sayfire and his wife. Jim and Cassie seated themselves on a large leather couch, and were joined by Mrs. Sayfire, a pleasantly plump woman with a gregarious smile. Wallace and Sayfire took a pair of armchairs and faced them towards the others. Moments later they were joined by Mrs. Wallace and another pair of men, who also sat down. Looking at Sayfire, Wallace said, "Tell him." Sayfire nodded and looked at Jim. "I don't know just how much you heard about my predecessor, but his early retirement was not voluntary. All those dangerous things you told us about derivatives? We know all about them. As you are probably aware, Browning-Stevens makes a lot of industrial equipment and heavy machinery, and lately we've been exporting a pretty fair percentage of it. A couple of years ago, he put together a plan to do some currency hedging, much like you described, to take out any risk of losing money on currency fluctuations. Again, like you described, it worked pretty well as an insurance policy." "Then, he got braver. Seeing how well that worked, he had some MBAs and rocket scientist types start dabbling in interest rate hedges and some other games. That worked okay for one quarter, so he increased his bets the next quarter. He made some more money, but not quite what he was hoping for, so he increased his bets again. I don't really know all the details; I was running our Texas operations at the time. However, it would appear as if he decided to outsmart the Federal Reserve. Two quarters ago he started losing money but was able to paper it over. Last month, our auditors figured out what was going on. This quarter we are going to take a bath." finished Sayfire. "How big?" asked Jim. "Minimum, eighty-five million.", answered Wallace. "It could be more, some of those birds are still coming home to roost. Let me explain, I had no idea what was going on. I came up through the manufacturing end of the business; I've never claimed to be a financial whiz. When this all came out, and by the way, this is still not public knowledge, though it will be after our next quarterly report, I went to the board." He pointed to the two newcomers, who nodded. "This is Ben Jacobs and Rob Rallston. They're part of the board. I think I've convinced them that I'm not involved, but it happened on my watch, and they're not overly pleased with me at the moment. We got rid of Mark's predecessor, and I brought him in to clean house. Tell me, what would you do in our place?" Jim crossed his arms and looked thoughtful. "Probably what you've done, clean house." Wallace looked over at Sayfire and pointed at Jim. "Do it.", he said, then leaned back in his chair to sip at the drinks his wife had prepared for the group. It was an experience Cassie would never forget, sitting in a room with the most powerful men she had ever met, watching Sayfire negotiate with her boyfriend. For Jim's part it seemed vastly surreal, as if he was watching somebody in a Jim Mallory suit dickering with the others for a job. The position was to be Sayfire's deputy, but since Sayfire's experience was in manufacturing, Jim would be the effective boss of the finance group, charged with cleaning up the mess and making sure nothing like it happened again. The paycheck started at a quarter-million and bargained north. Finally, at a point where it seemed negotiations would break down, Jim acceded. Waggling his thumb at Cassie, he asked, "Am I allowed to keep fishing in the secretarial pool?" Wallace laughed. "Hell, no! We're moving Cassie to Personnel. She needs to go out and find us some more new blood." ------- Chapter 19 While Sue, Ronnie, and Frank went out to a nightclub, and Jim took Cassie to a party, Harry Junior and Taylor headed out to a party of their own. A school friend's parents had gone away for the holidays, leaving him and his older, college aged, brother home. In celebration, they decided to hold a New Year's Eve party of their own, and invited most of the jock crowd to attend. They stopped at Billy's to pick him up and then headed over. Cindy planned on meeting them there. Harry Junior wore slacks and a pullover sweater and his sister borrowed a stretchy little black dress from her mother, along with a pair of black stiletto heels. Billy wore jeans and a white dress shirt, and Cindy wore skin tight black jeans and an unbuttoned blouse, underneath which she wore a sequined black bra. To nobody's surprise, the booze was flowing freely by the time they arrived. The older host, possessed of a mature countenance and a credible fake ID, had procured a couple of kegs of beer and a number of bottles of liquor. While neither of the Mallorys nor Billy were big drinkers, they all had a few beers, and Cindy got fairly looped. Trouble started at about a quarter past eleven. Three members of the football team arrived late, and had already been partying. They were about as loud and raucous as the rest of the group, and nobody initially paid them any mind. The foursome were seated at the bar in the finished basement, nursing a few beers. Billy sat on one barstool while at his side sat Taylor, her legs swung up over her date's lap, sharing his cup of beer while he ran his hands over her unclad legs. Next to them, Harry Junior sat on a third stool, and Cindy had crawled onto his lap, facing him. They were busy necking, and Cindy seemed intent on delivering a serious hickey to her boyfriend. They studiously ignored the entry of the trio of drunken linemen. In a low voice, Harry Junior whispered to the others, "I think we'd better take our leave." Taylor looked at him curiously. "Why? The party's just getting interesting." "Yeah, maybe too interesting. Those three twits are up to something. I just know it." Almost in response to his words, the three drunks started getting in the faces of another three football players, students at another school dating 'across the line'. Within moments the six became very loud, and a couple of guys started shoving each other. Billy shrugged and climbed off the barstool, and the others followed suit. Sidling along a wall, they skirted the growing violence and were on the verge of escaping intact when the first fist was swung. The punch was blocked and returned, and the fight was on. Billy was almost dragged into it when somebody fell against him, and grabbing his shirt, ripped a sleeve off. Harry Junior grabbed Billy's other arm and dragged him out of the melee, and the quartet scampered upstairs. Harry Junior said, "I believe we should get out of here before anything else stupid happens, like the cops showing up." Billy nodded in agreement and stripped off the remnants of his shirt. The gathered onlookers stared at his wiry physique, an aspect completely unsuspected by everyone but Taylor. Grabbing their parkas, Billy putting his on over his naked torso, they took their leave of their stunned hosts, now ruminating over the brawl in the basement, while the other guests started taking off as well... The foursome climbed into the Taurus, the taller guys in the front and the girls in the back. "Shit!", Billy muttered. "It was getting to be a good party before that crap started up." They decided to go to Billy's so he could put on a new shirt, then decide what they wanted to do next. Billy kept his parka zipped up as they greeted his mother at the door, and nobody told her what happened. She told the group she was going to bed, and if they wanted to, they could go downstairs to the family room to talk, but they couldn't drink. She left them to go upstairs, and the others continued to the basement. Once downstairs, they doffed their coats and Billy scrounged up another dress shirt from the laundry, pulling it on but leaving it unbuttoned. He lay down on the old couch and Taylor sprawled out on top of him, to properly kiss her boyfriend. Harry Junior slouched down into an armchair and held his arms out to invite Cindy to sit on his lap. Nobody did very much talking, preferring the much more interesting pastime of necking with their partners. A combination of hormones and adrenaline took control, and before long things began to get more serious. Harry Junior made the first move, slipping a hand inside Cindy's open blouse to begin teasing her aroused breasts through her brassiere. After sliding a finger under the restraining fabric to caress her nipples, he flicked the front clasp open and lowered his face to her breasts, licking and biting at the little coral points. Across from them, Billy took the initiative, pulling Taylor's borrowed dress to her waist and moving his hands under her black thong panties to knead the globes of her ass. The straps of the dress had already come down her shoulders by that point and her braless tits had popped out of the top of the clingy fabric, overly stretched by the mountainous jugs within. Taylor began whimpering as his fingers began probing her asshole, and she squirmed around on the couch to unzip his pants and reach inside to fondle his engorged cock. Licking her way down his exposed chest, she continued past his navel and went lower, to take his cock in her mouth. Billy let out a quiet sigh of contentment as she began fellating him. Across from them, Cindy looked up as she heard Billy's happy sigh to watch as Taylor began sucking Billy off in front of them. Harry Junior looked over as well. Grinning, he undid his date's belt and popped the buttons at her fly. Cindy started at the movement, wanting to him to stop, but her resistance ended when she felt his strong fingers begin flicking her clit, sending waves of uncontrollable desire through her slim form. Raising up slightly from Harry Junior's body, she allowed him to tug her pants and panties down her thighs, then sat back down and kicked off her shoes. Harry quickly stripped her naked, then pulled her against him to begin fingerfucking her while she pulled his sweater off. By the time Billy had exploded down Taylor's throat, the other pair was naked. Momentarily finished, Taylor and Billy relaxed in each other's arms and looked across at the others. So taken up by their own actions, they had completely forgotten that they weren't alone, and Billy was astounded to find Harry Junior and Cindy naked. His eyes took in the brunette's slim form and perky little breasts, opening wide as he saw his friend lift the girl effortlessly, lowering her onto his straining cock. Cindy shuddered and gasped as the monstrous dick impaled her, then she began moaning as she bounced on the giant intruder. Taylor fondled Billy back to stiffness as they watched the others screw. Billy whispered, "Wow!", to Taylor as Harry Junior groaned and came, a thin froth of come pumping out of Cindy's cunt. "Yeah, wow!", said Taylor. Sitting up, she reversed her position and straddled Billy's face. Lowering her face to her boyfriend's crotch, she dove down and took him into her mouth again, grinding her pussy against his eager and hungry lips and tongue. Cindy stared in awe. She had never seen or performed sixty-nine before. She continued watching as Harry Junior pushed her to the floor in a kneeling position. Crawling up behind her, he had stuffed his cock into her cunt from behind, doggy style, and they fucked in that position while watching Billy and Taylor on the other side of the coffee table. Both girls orgasmed repeatedly before the guys exploded, Billy in Taylor's mouth again and Harry Junior in Cindy's gooey pussy. Temporarily sated, the four teens looked at each other in amazement. Public fornication had been the last thing on any of their minds. Even Harry Junior and Taylor had kept that aspect of their lives locked away at home, a family secret that never impinged on their dating. Somehow, things had gotten out of hand, and nobody really knew what to do next. Billy came out of his daze first. Pulling on his pants, he remarked, "If my mother were to come downstairs right now, she'd kill us all and sort it out later." Cindy started at the comment and grabbed her clothes, hurriedly pulling them on. Taylor and her brother shared a sly smile, then got dressed as well. "Still, it was kind of interesting.", replied Harry Junior. Smiling at Taylor, he said, "The last time I saw you naked, Sis, we were taking a bath together. You've grown up." "What?!", exclaimed his date. Taylor explained, "When we were little, we used to get put in the tub together. Mom and Dad stopped that once we figured out boys and girls are different." Everyone giggled. Taylor decided to take another bath with her brother in the very near future. They grabbed a couple of beers from the basement refrigerator and shared them around. Then Cindy announced she needed to go home, and Harry Junior told Billy he'd take her and Taylor home. As they left, Cindy winked at Billy. "We ought to double date again, guys." The others gave the girl shocked looks that gave way to sly grins. ------- Sue, Ronnie, and Frank entered the crowded nightclub to find no tables readily available, so they forced their way to the bar and hung out until three stools opened up. They had dressed a touch informally for the occasion, Frank in a blazer and slacks, and the two women wore wrap halter dresses, stockings and heels. They had a couple of rounds while waiting for a table or booth to become vacant, then Sue noticed a couple leaving a booth and made a beeline for it, the others in tow. They ordered a third round and settled back to listen to the band. Frank was vastly amused by the steady stream of men coming to the table asking the two women to dance, not understanding how a single guy could be out on a date with two beautiful women. A ready supply of drinks from potential swains lubricated Sue and Ronnie, who would invariably raise the glass in appreciation, throw an arm around Frank, and kiss him passionately. Frank would simply smile and shrug his shoulders at the crestfallen suitors. After an hour in the booth, Frank excused himself to go find the men's room, and his wife got a gleam in her eyes. Turning to Sue, Ronnie said, "Stay here and keep an eye on the table. I need some action." She climbed to her feet and wobbled off in the direction of the bathrooms. Emboldened by Dutch courage, she moved past the long line of women waiting at the door of the ladies room and marched into the men's room. Ignoring the gasps of the men, Ronnie espied her husband at one of the urinals. Leaning against the wall where he could see her, she ran her hands up her body to cup and jiggle her tits through the halter. Frank laughed as his wife grabbed his hand and dragged him into one of the stalls. Disdaining any foreplay, he pushed her forward to support herself on the plumbing. Unzipping his pants, he fished out his very stiff cock and lifted Ronnie's skirt to her waist, then plunged forward, burying his prick into her juicy cunt. He bucked against her briefly as she squealed loudly, then let out a loud grunt and bucked forward, spraying her cunt with his come. They fixed their clothing and stepped out of the stall, where they were greeted with a round of applause. "Where the hell have you two been?", demanded Sue, sipping from another free drink. "I followed Frank into the men's room and fucked him.", replied her sister, leaning across her husband to yell above the noise into Sue's ear. "You bitch! What about me? I'm horny, too, you know!" "So, take him back to the men's room. The audience loved it!", said Ronnie. She groped her husband's crotch. "See, he's stiff already." "Fuck you! I can't wait that long!" Pushing Ronnie's hand out of the way, Sue reached down and unzipped her brother-in-law's pants and fished out his erection. Frank was so stunned he couldn't move, but Sue acted for him. Her dress wrapped around the back; she slid onto his lap and opened the slit. Rising slightly, she looked at Ronnie and ordered, "Put it in!" Ronnie aimed Frank's dick and Sue sat back onto it. For the next fifteen minutes, Sue bounced madly on top of the cock secretly buried in her sopping wet pussy, pretending to be dancing on his lap. When the next free drink arrived, she invited the buyer over. "Thanks, but I'm kind of busy right now. I'm getting fucked!" she told the guy, who backed off with a shocked look on his face. Frank put a stop to any more public fornication after that, but it was well past midnight when he hustled the two women out of the club and back to the pickup truck. They ignored him on the way home, but not each other. Sue slipped to the floor of the cab and spread Ronnie's legs, pushing her face into her sister's cunt to eat out the remains of Frank's come. Ronnie responded by pushing her hands inside of Sue's coat and down the front of her dress, to play with her sibling's tits. Once home, Frank half-carried the intoxicated and horny women to Sue's room and fucked each of them again while they sixty-nined each other. They closed the bedroom door before falling asleep, but everybody was too tired to care if Jim came home and found them together on Sue's bed. ------- Chapter 20 Jim didn't come home at all that night. When the executives had returned to the party, Wallace had made an announcement that they had just hired a new Vice-President of Finance and introduced him to the assembled crowd. It was almost two before he was able to make his excuses and wrap Cassie in her mink coat and take her home. "Jim, I had no idea what would happen...", she exclaimed once they climbed into his car. "I'm glad you invited me, Cassie. You'll have to take me to cocktail parties more often.", he replied with a laugh. "It's just, well, I mean, I knew you worked at a bank, Sue told me that. I simply figured you were some sort of branch manager or something. You know banks, they hand out titles like candy!" "I was, once, about thirty years ago." "So how'd you get into the banking business, anyway?", she asked. "It just kind of happened. After Millie and I got married, I still didn't want to go to work in the coal mines, so we up and moved north to the big city. It wasn't hard getting a job in those days with just a high school diploma, and I got a job as a junior teller at a bank near our apartment. I went to school nights for my degree, and stayed with it, that's all.", explained Jim. He pulled into a parking space at her apartment building and escorted her inside. "Care to come up for a drink or something?", she asked coyly. "I don't need any more to drink, but I'd like the 'or something'.", was his not unexpected response. Reaching under his jacket he peeled off the cummerbund and untied the bow tie. Once inside her apartment, Cassie closed the door behind them and said, "Stay there." She turned her back to him and reached inside the mink coat. Unzipping the evening gown, she allowed it to slip down inside the dress, then stepped out of it. Turning back to Jim, she belted it loosely around her waist and allowed it to slip off her shoulders. Thrusting one leg through out, she said seductively, "Allow me to congratulate you on your new job, Mister Mallory. We at Browning-Stevens believe that an executive should be properly welcomed. May I welcome you to the firm?" She opened the fur up so that her heaving breasts were almost totally visible, holding it closed over her pussy. Jim smiled and began undressing. "I would hate to appear ungrateful." Cassie sank to her knees and helped her lover out of his pants. Seeing the sturdy erection staring her in the face, she promptly took him in her mouth, sucking his cock until he came down her throat. Then, while he finished stripping, she laid some pillows on the thick carpet and reclined, opening the mink coat wide, showing him again that she was wearing nothing underneath but stockings and heels. Jim curled up in her arms and they fondled and kissed each other until he began to stiffen. Climbing between her wide-spread legs, he began slowly fucking Cassie while she moaned in contentment, luxuriating in the feel of the mink on her naked body. Afterwards, they had crawled into her bed and slept late, waking around noon. After a slow motion wakeup screw, Jim dressed to leave. Before he left, however, he sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand. "Cassie, can I ask you something?" "Sure, Jim. You sound serious." "I guess I am. You know why I've been staying at Sue's for the last week or so don't you? I mean, you guys talk all the time, and I never once believed that story about you coming over because your son wouldn't visit. She asked you to help watch over me until I was feeling better., didn't she?", he asked. Cassie nodded mutely, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Jim, it's just that she was so worried about you, is all. She didn't ask me to seduce you, that was my own idea. Don't be angry with her. Your family loves you." He patted her hand gently. "I know that. I really didn't think you'd go to bed with me simply because she asked you to." "God, I feel so cheap!", she wailed, burying her head in the pillow. Jim gently pulled her up and held her against his chest. "Don't ever say that. Look at me." He lifted her face so that she was looking up at him. "Listen, I'm not going to be staying there any more. I'm feeling a lot better now, even if you don't want to see me anymore, but I'd still like to see you." "Are you serious?", she asked, dumbfounded. He nodded. "I'm moving back to my house. Would you be interested in coming over, maybe staying the night? I'm not trying to pressure you. If this was simply a fling to help your friend, I'll understand, but, well, the offer's there, if you want." "Oh God! You must think I'm the worst sort of tramp.", she cried into his chest. He tenderly held her in his arms, rubbing her bare back. Looking up at him, she told him, "Believe me, please believe me! I might have started out simply figuring on a mercy fuck, but it's not like that. I'm not like that! I'm not!" "I know, that's why I'm asking if you want to come over. It's all right, Cassie, really. I'm doing a lot better these last few days. Maybe my life isn't over like I thought it was. I'd like to still see you, if you'd let me." She mutely nodded. Gathering up her courage, she said, "You have to know, you're not the first guy I've been to bed with since my divorce. I've been with other guys, a lot of guys. You'd want to be seen with a tramp, a slut?" "There are certain positive aspects to that question.", noted her lover, running a hand over her body. "You've already taught an old dog several new tricks.", he said with a smile. "Hey, I knew you weren't a virgin. I'm not blind, you know. I've seen you and Sue going out on the town ever since she got over her mourning, dressed to the nines, coming back at the crack of dawn with well-fucked looks on your faces. I know what you two have been up to. The kids, too. I'm not some damn Puritan here to condemn you. Can't we see where this will lead to?" "Oh, God, Jim, I'd love to. You are the most interesting guy I've met in years! Are you sure?", she asked, hoping against hope he wanted to keep seeing her. His smiling nod was answer enough. "Let me up! I'll take a quick shower and get dressed." She started scrambling out of the bed. "Slow down, Cassie. Take your time. I have to go over to Sue's and grab my stuff anyway. Why don't you drive over later this afternoon and I'll make us dinner. If you want to stay over, bring a bag.", Jim said. "Maybe you can help me pack away some of Millie's stuff. I just haven't had the heart to do it yet." Cassie began crying again, this time with tears of joy as she hugged him. "The rest of the week and all weekend, if you want." "Damn big bag.", Jim commented. She smiled slyly. "Not really. I don't plan on wearing all that much." ------- Chapter 21 When Jim got back to his daughter-in-law's house, Frank helped him take his belongings back to his own house. Sue and Ronnie were each in their own beds, nursing monstrous hangovers. Frank hurried back to the house to watch football with his nephew, an activity considerably improved when Taylor came downstairs wearing her cheerleader's uniform with nothing underneath. The guys decided she was a major improvement over the usual halftime activities. With Sue and Ronnie under the weather, Taylor was forced to satisfy the horny desires of the two men repeatedly, much to her delight. Thursday proved to be the last major group grope of the holiday season, since Ronnie and Frank were driving home the next morning. Confronted by three willing women, Frank and Harry Junior were hard pressed to accommodate their needs. The three ladies wore nothing but short and lightweight robes, and whenever either Frank or Harry Junior showed the slightest indication of an erection, assaulted them bodily, pulling down the men's pants and practically raping them. At other times, they pleasured themselves with the toys brought down from various bedrooms. Dinner was a simple affair; they cleaned out the leftovers from the refrigerator. Needless to say, everyone slept soundly that night. The next day, the family dispersed. Frank and Ronnie climbed back into their pickup truck to head back to Maryland's Eastern Shore. Sue promised to bring the kids out for a couple of weeks the coming summer. Harry Junior slipped out after lunch to play basketball with some friends. Taylor got on the phone, first to Billy, who informed her that his mother had jailed him for life for dinging the car that morning, but that he could probably get parole in a couple of weeks. Taylor promised to come over that night and provide a conjugal visit. Then she called Cindy, to gossip and find out just what her brother's girlfriend had in mind for double dating. The answer sounded very intriguing. Sue drove over to Jim's house to see how he was doing back on his own, not knowing that Cassie was spending the weekend. Only seeing Jim's car in the driveway, she let herself in the front door. Moving towards the living room, she was mystified by the odor prevalent in the house. It practically reeked of sex, a heavy scent composed of sweat and semen. She heard Jim's voice rasping in the living room. Peeking around a corner of an archway, she was amazed to find Jim sitting naked in an armchair. Cassie knelt in front of him, her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Dried come was caked to the insides of her friend's thighs, and Jim was moaning, "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, take it, take it!" His eyes were closed and his hands were in the younger woman's hair as he his hips began twitching, and he came in her eager mouth while Sue watched, her own pussy moistening at the thought. She briefly toyed with the idea of joining them but discarded the thought almost as soon as it formed. It was far too soon to consider any form of sexual relationship with Jim, and the very possibility was a remote one at best. Waiting for Cassie to finish Jim off, Sue cleared her throat and stepped into the archway. "My, my, my! I guess you're feeling better after all, Dad!", she said. Jim's eyes snapped open and Cassie whirled to face her friend. Despite the fact that the pair had often shared men and each other, she rolled aside and wrapped a quilt around herself. Exposed, Jim snatched up a newspaper and dropped it into his lap, blushing fiercely. "Jesus, Sue, haven't you ever heard of knocking?", he asked in exasperation. Cassie began to laugh. "Why? I didn't see anybody's car outside. And when was the last time I knocked on your door, tell me that? Just be glad it was me and not your grandchildren, Dad. And you, Cassie, you should be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of dirty old men like this. Why I have a mind to report you to the AARP!" Cassie laughed at the idea, she knew Jim was a member of the senior citizen's group. "Christ, don't do that! They'll be lining up at my door!" "What brings you over, Sue?", asked Jim, trying against hope to muster whatever dignity he could. "Checking up on me?" "I can see that you're in good hands, Dad. Those were Cassie's hands, weren't they?", she teased. Jim blushed again. "Come on, girlfriend, get up and take a shower. We need to go shopping." "Shopping?", asked Jim as Cassie climbed to her feet, still wearing the quilt. "Sure, Dad. That's girl talk for gossip. I'm going to ask all sorts of embarrassing personal questions, and she's going to give me all sorts of embarrassing personal answers. Shopping!" Smiling brightly, she asked, "Do you prefer Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood, Dad?" "You little witch!", he exclaimed. "That was with a W, right?" Cassie left for the bathroom, and Sue said, "Seriously, Dad, I'm glad you're doing better. You had us scared to death. I think the two of you are good for each other. You need someone now that Millie's gone, and Cassie needs to settle down a bit. You make a nice couple." Jim nodded in agreement. "I think you're right, Angel. We're celebrating. I start a new job on Monday." "Congratulations, Dad. You two should come over and tell us all about it this weekend." She contemplated the scene, with different participants, then said, "You know, in twenty years this would have been Harry and me." Her father-in-law nodded. "I know, Angel. I miss him, too." Sue turned away to find Cassie. Looking back, she laughed and said, "Dad, put some pants on! You look ridiculous!" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-02-13 Last Modified: 2002-04-05 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------