brushed against my asshole it irradiated all sorts of sharp, tiny thrills through me; and his fingernails coursing down the orbs of my ass produced different feelings, hot and cold, shivery feelings that undermined my sanity most effectively. Then, when he reached out with one hand to squeeze my tits through my dress, I thought the nipples would burst with delight!
The position I was in excited me, too. It was a strictly sexual stance, one in which anyone could be fucking me and I wouldn't know if it was an Alsation or Paul Newman. Anonymous, lustful, with only Bob's hard breathing to tell me there was a human attached to the cock and grasping hands. Like a bitch in heat I cocked my ass up at the male thing and let myself be fucked tremendously. There were moments when I couldn't contain all the passion, and that's when long, wailing cries escaped me, cries that became shorter, more urgent as I closed in on my orgasm. After a time my breathing became vocalized, every pant a yell, every inhalation a cry of need! And Bob kept ramming and reaming, so vigorous and capable.
“Here's Dad!” he hissed, and speeded up his motion. I focussed my eyes on the driveway and saw his long car swing in. For the last moment of our intimacy I lowered my head and concentrated everything on reaching my climax. We were so close, so very close! My body turned tense, ready to explode-but then Bob pulled out, grabbed a handkerchief, and shot his wad into it. He rubbed his cock clean, pressed the remnants of his sperm into it and threw the hanky under his bed. “Come on, Kathy,” he said, zipping up his shorts, “stand up and pull your dress down.”
“I can't!” I sobbed. “Please Bob, I'm so close-finger me, do anything, but get me off!”
“Shit!” He checked to see where Dad was. Dressed in his stiff business outfit, Dad strode across the lawn and glanced at me curiously. “Okay, just stay like that.” Two, three, fingers shoved up my cunt and his thumb began to titillate my clitoris impatiently, a harsh way of doing it but just what I needed. It took me a little while to get back on the track but then I came! A sudden bubble of color welled up in my belly and burst all through me, blotting out everything but my ecstasy while it lasted. When I came down Bob had already set me on my feet and pulled my dress down over my ass.
“Hi Dad!” he said brightly, and I, following his lead, said hello to Dad, too.
“Hello, kids,” he said sternly. “Did you enjoy your outing?”
“Very much, thank you, Dad.” Would he notice the hot flush on my face? Couldn't he see that Bob was shining with perspiration? Apparently not. He went into the master bedroom and closed the door. Bob and I looked at each other and sighed with relief. I fell back on his bed and crossed my legs. It was impossible to stand up with my knees as weak as they were.
When Dad came out of his room he was dressed in his casual around-the-house clothes; i.e. white shirt, tie, slacks, and hush-puppies. Other men might slop around in T-shirts and old jeans, but to Dad that was decadent His thick, dark hair was freshly combed and slicked down just a little more with his hair cream. His pants were pressed, his shirt brightly white, everything about him was perfect. A handsome man, athletic of build, Dad took a strange pride in his appearance-strange only because it wasn't meant to impress anyone but himself. If he'd been wooing a woman we might have understood his military demeanour.
“Get off Bobby's bed,” he said curtly.
“Sorry Dad.” I got to my feet and walked out of the room to go into Elaine's. The dress went back into the closet and I wrapped a towel around my naked body to go into the shower. I had to pass Dad again to get to the bathroom and he treated me to a disapproving look. Uptight old bastard, I thought, closing the door behind me and letting the towel drop to the floor. “One of these days I'll treat him to a sight he'll never forget,” I vowed in silence. “I'll give him the beaver shot of his lifetime and then let's see how big a prig he is.' No sooner had I thought that thought than I flushed from head to toe. What a way to think about one's father! Then again-what could he do? Send me back to boarding school, that's what.
I made the shower purposely cold and let it cool me down from the outside in. Bob and I had been lucky that day but how often could we count on parental blunders to bring us together? Now that I'd had a taste of meat again I was less than anxious to return to masturbation. Dad was obviously as suspicious as ever. Well, he had good reason to be. Bob and I would go at it whenever we could. They couldn't guard us day and night. But how much nicer it would be if they would just leave us alone to do what we wanted!
With a sigh I let my mind dwell on that happening-free to make love within the family, Bob, Elaine, and me, and perhaps Aunt Liz and Nora too, later. But it seemed impossible, no matter how much I wish it wasn't. I dried myself down, dressed in fresh jeans and a skimpy top, and joined the others downstairs. Mum was home. When I first laid eyes on her I wasn't sure if I was seeing her or Aunt Liz. It took me a moment or so to dissociate the two, and the process left me blushing. Thinking of Mum of sexual terms was a strain for me… thinking that it was her tits that I had sucked, that it was her cunt Bob had eaten and fucked… it would pay me to keep her and her sister well apart.
Elaine came home just before dinner. She looked very excited and kept winking at me. I couldn't imagine what she had in her mind but I was glad she was glad. Dinner table conversation ran sluggishly. Dad limited the subjects that could be discussed. No sex, of course, and he objected to politics, religion and emotions, too. That left us to make small talk. Nora had the most trouble accepting his censorship. She wanted to discuss her new theories-not so much to get us interested as to air her views and debate them with herself. After some hesitation she began, saying: “The rally was a real success today, Mum.”
“That's nice, dear,” said Mum without looking up from her food.
“So many women came-and not just students either! You would have fitted right in. And I'll bet a lot of your friends were marching, too. Why don't you come some time, Mum, it'll really open your eyes up!”
Dad flashed her a dirty look but Nora gave him one right back and returned her attention to Mum. She didn't respond other than to nod and say: “Maybe.”
“Oh Mum, you make me so angry sometimes,” said Nora. “You won't try anything new.”
“Nora,” Dad said warningly.
“We're getting into so many exciting things,” Nora pressed on. “Like discovering ourselves, holding rap sessions, exploring the extent of role playing. It couldn't do you any harm, Mum, just come once with me one day.”
“Nora, would you please shut up,” Dad said firmly. “I don't want to come home after a hard day to hear about a bunch of crazy women who imagine the world is fooled by their warped words. All they are is perverted and I do wish you'd stop associating with them.”
Nora turned red with anger. Her dark eyes flashed dangerously and her notorious bad temper took over. “What do you mean, perverted!” she said loudly. “You think all Women's Libbers are just a group of dykes looking for a party, right?”
“Shut your mouth. I will not have such talk at the dinner table!”
“Well, let me tell you something, Dad, we women have reached a new point of development. We don't even care about sex anymore. We're all going celibate!”
Dad turned on her like a snake who's tail had been stepped on. “Sex!” he hissed. “That's all I ever hear about in this household! What is the matter with you kids, isn't there anything in the world apart from sex? This has to stop!”
“You must be kidding,” Nora retorted. “Say you were. I'm talking about celibacy and you say I'm talking smutty. That's as if I mentioned Joe McCarthy and you said I was talking about Communism!”
But Dad wasn't open to reason. He stood up and pushed his chair back so hard that it toppled and crashed to the floor. “Enough!” he roared, pointing an accusing finger at Nora. “Change the subject or shut up. You've done enough damage for one day, young lady.”
“Young lady!” she repeated with measured sarcasm, but she went no further. An ominous silence hung over the dinner table. Dad sat down again and continued to eat. Mum hadn't said a word or changed her facial expression throughout the discussion. Sometimes she reminded me of a zombie. She went about her chores dutifully, cooked well, took care of the household, but there was no joy in anything she did.
Just before we left the table she looked up and said to Nora: “By the way, Nora, you'll be sharing your room with Bob from tonight on. Aunt Liz is coming to stay with us for a while.” That said, she got up and began to clear the table. Nora shrugged and took it on the chin. But Bob and I were crushed. I had planned to sneak into his room that night. The day had been such a sexual explosion, and it wasn't over yet. My body needed him so, if not his cock specifically, then at least his touch, his warmth. Mum had put a damper on our plans the way one might squash an ant while taking a walk.
