Laura fucked back at her husband with renewed fervor, her untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals from her rectum. She was cumming too!
'oh, God, Don! Oh, it's good! Sooooo gooooood!!!!!'
Her new husband gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths and his wife's wildly clutching behind responded hungrily.
His hot thick semen came in wave after gushing wave of unabashed pleasure as his orgasm climbed to dizzying heights. It seemed as if he had never cum before. He realized that Laura was collapsing on the bed beneath him, her body convulsing as though she were having an epileptic fit. Her anal muscles were climaxing all around his cock, milking and massaging at it as it had never been massaged before. Tears of delight sprung to his eyes as he smashed his wife's moaning, twisting body beneath his, his spending cock still deeply thrust between the gyrating cheeks of her soft, still gently trembling buttocks. He could feel his own cum expanding within the tight passage of her bowels doubling back onto his cock.
It felt warm.
And slippery.
And good.
Rick and MaryAnn slipped down from the window from which they had witnessed the sodomizing of their mother.
'Whew,' Rick said.
'Whew is right!' MaryAnn echoed.
They started making their way back to Rick's room.
'Do you think I caused all that?' MaryAnn asked.
'Do you want to try it?' Rick asked, ignoring his sister's compliment-fishing and slipping his hand beneath her skirt, feeling the soft naked surface of her small rounded buttocks.
MaryAnn shivered.
'If you'll be gentle…' she whispered, smiling. She was already thinking of her next meeting with her stepfather… what fun that was going to be!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was Saturday, and fortunately for the entire family, no one had to get up early. Rick and his older sister lay enveloped in each other's arms, dreams of their new exciting adventures and discoveries rippling through their heads as they slept. They always kept both their doors locked now to guard against unwanted intrusions, so they slept peacefully until the sun came streaming in through the bedroom window.
When MaryAnn awoke, her bottom still felt a little funny. Her little brother had been as gentle as possible, but it had hurt at first, all the same. Nevertheless, she was pleased to be able to add a new notch to the mental tote board of her womanhood. And as she climbed out of bed, leaving her sleepy brother, she enjoyed the dull sensation of pain back there as she walked to the bathroom to shower. Things were going to beautifully. Why, a few months ago she had been complaining that it would be years before she would know the complete joys of being a woman and now she knew most all of them!
'Almost!' she answered her reflection in the mirror. 'Almost, but not quite!'
Laura woke up late feeling a similar dull throbbing pain between the now bruised and tender cheeks of her naked buttocks. She awoke to find herself in almost the same position she'd been in the night before. She was lying sprawled on her stomach, her legs widespread behind her. When she looked up with a start, she saw that her husband was still asleep, snoring loudly right next to her.
'God, he looks a mess!'
Laura sat up and stretched her long slender arms, recalling with mixed pleasure the events of the previous evening. What had gotten into Don, anyway? she wondered. What had made him behave that way? She struggled mentally about what attitude she ought to take with him… should she be angry… or more in keeping with the lingering sensual fulfillment she was feeling, ought she to be loving and forgiving? After all, she thought as she rose to go brush her teeth, he made me feel things I've never dreamed of feeling… perhaps this is just a broadening of our relationship. She was still puzzled though and finally decided to play it by ear. She would see how her husband felt when he woke up! Meanwhile, humming to herself, she took a quick bubble bath and donning a blue house- dress, went out to prepare breakfast.
She was surprised to see MaryAnn come down to breakfast, her hair neatly brushed and wearing a well becoming dress.
'Well, young lady… you seem to be wearing skirts more and more these days… what's happening?'
MaryAnn sat down at the table.
'Oh… got tired of pants…' she replied casually.
'I see…' Would she ever understand kids, Laura wondered. 'Is your brother coming out for breakfast, or don't you know?'
'Oh, sure… he'll be out in a minute… What are you making this morning? Eggs a la Arabian Nights?'
'You watch your fresh tongue, young lady!' Laura retorted, blushing a pale crimson. 'We're having French toast.'
'Oh, one of Dad's favorite dishes!' MaryAnn replied, gulping down her orange juice.
Laura stopped what she was doing. Had she heard correctly? Had her rambunctious daughter called Don 'Dad' for the first time? She decided not to say anything… but she felt a rush of delight that Don had finally gotten through to her… perhaps everything was going to be all right after all!
MaryAnn sat watching her mother go through this series of thoughts. She looks good this morning, she thought, considering what she went through last night! She observed how her mother bustled happily into the bedroom, temporarily suspending the first batch of French toast.
'Good!' she thought gleefully. 'She's gonna get ol' Dad up!'
Laura stood over her husband, looking tenderly down at him. Poor dear, she thought… he must have been out celebrating his nice evening with the kids. I'll just have to caution him about drinking so much! She bent over and kissed him gently on the lips.
In Don's dream, MaryAnn's legs were spread wide over him and her juicy little pussy approached his lips, brushing them with the delicate fuzz of her cuntal mound. He pushed his tongue out, reaching for the tender cleft of her baby cunt.
'Wha-what!' he woke with a start as his wife's tongue responded to his probe. Instantly, he was aware of everything that had happened… everything! Guilt consumed him, overwhelming him like a dark gray cloak. He could hardly look Laura in the eye.
'Time for breakfast, darling,' she said sweetly unaware, and turned and swept gracefully out of the room.
Half an hour later, after several more calls into the shower, Don appeared at the breakfast table looking haggard and pale. To his horror, MaryAnn sat beaming up at him, looking absolutely adorable in a short pink print dress. Her brother too, sat opposite her, staring at him curiously. To top it all off, Laura, who had been withholding the French toast until his arrival, began to chatter on about how pleased she was that her 'little family' was getting on so well.
Don groaned as he pressed his palm to his thudding forehead and sat down. He wasn't able to get down his first gulp of coffee before he felt an insistent hand on his knee. He almost sent the hot coffee spattering across the table but caught it just in time.
'Careful, Daddy,' MaryAnn cautioned, cutting into her toast. 'You'll burn yourself!'
