Chapter 9
Sally stood up, wiping her mouth, and eyed Jerry with considerable apprehension. He was licking iris ups as he came towards her, and she felt more than ever like a creature being mercilessly hunted down.
He reached out his hands and fondled her breasts for a moment, his breath rasping with excitement.
'What you gonna do?' Willy asked curiously.
'She needs somethin' to lean over, huh?'
'You can lay her flat on the floor.'
'Nah,' Jerry answered definitely. 'When I screw a dame inna ass, I like to have it stuck up good where I can get at it without havin' to scrunch around – I like to be standin' up, so's I can really go at it.'
'Put her over the arm of a chair, then,' Jake suggested, busy rezipping his fly.
'Yeah, I guess that'd do,' Jerry agreed. 'Or over the table in the kitchen – even better. Just the right height, the table, I reckon.'
'C'mon, then,' Willy said impatiently. 'Let's go in the kitchen an' get started. I wanna watch you do it to her, Jerry, then I'm gonna go in after you.'
He opened the door.
'After you, Miss Avalon,' he said.
And, naked and helpless, she went into the kitchen.
Tod was sitting there, and Doris was working at the table, cutting up stewing meat 'Hey, Doris, baby, we have to borrow the table,' Jerry told her brusquely.
'What for?' She looked at him with dislike, and sliced a piece of beef into four pieces with a quick, neat movement.
He giggled.
'Need it for teacher. It'd just the right height for her to bend over while I plug into her butt.'
'You'll have to wait,' Doris told him firmly. 'I have things to do, and I want to get this stew started. You'll want dinner tonight, won't you?'
'Yeah, but – '
'Never mind but. If I cook, I do it when I choose. It's my fuckin' house.'
'Tod's, too,' Willy reminded her.
'Tod agrees with me, don't you?'
Tod nodded.
'Leave her alone,' he said. 'She cooks best when she isn't getting hassled.'
'Guess we gotta find someplace else, then,' Jerry grumbled. 'Jeeze, fuckin' broads ain't nothin' but trouble!'
Doris stepped from behind the table, and with a swift flash of her arm, twisted him around and planted her foot against his ass, and sent him hurtling across the room. He crashed into the door and staggered, dazed, while Willy and Tod guffawed at his discomfiture.
'Hey,' he protested, 'what the fuck -?'
'Nobody calls me a fuckin' broad,' Doris told him calmly. She returned to her work, and when Jerry started towards her, she hefted the knife meaningfully in her hand.
'And don't forget I'm a brown belt,' she added, 'in good practice, too.'
A pity karate was no use against a couple of savage dobermans, Sally mused.
'Hit my goddamn head,' Jerry complained petulantly. 'I gotta go siddown a minute.'
Doris said:
'Tod wants Sally for a while – you guys have all had a share of her. Why don't you leave her here and clear out?'
'But we're gettin' ready to screw her in the ass,' Willy protested.
'Well, you can wait,' Doris snapped. 'Let poor Jerry get over his headache.'
'She ain't kiddin',' Jerry said ruefully. 'You got any aspirin in this joint?'
'Bathroom,' Doris said. 'Go on, piss off.'
Rather to Sally's surprise, they did, leaving her alone with the brother and sister.
Tod held out a hand to Sally, and she went to him, and he drew her down onto his lap, as he had before, and once again he nuzzled his face into her breasts.
'Beautiful,' he muttered, lovely, sweet soft tits – '
His hand went to her crotch, and once again he began to caress her, gently parting her plump labia and insinuating her fingertips into the warm, moist crack.
Sally relaxed in his embrace; she felt that he would not treat her roughly, and she gave herself over to the enjoyment of his stroking of her pussy, his ardent suckling of her breasts.
He seemed content with this for a long time, then he said softly:
'Sally, how'd you like me to do what they said they're going to do?'
Sally looked at him, taken aback.
Tod's eyes were pleading.
'I'd do it carefully,' he said. 'The first time – you don't want it rough, the first time, do you?'
'No,' she said, almost inaudibly.
Doris looked round and said:
'You can trust him, Sally. It would be a lot better for you.'
'Well – okay,' Sally agreed helplessly.
If somebody had to invade her virginal asshole, it might as well be the more civilized Tod, she supposed.
'Why don't you go upstairs and use my room, Doris suggested. 'It's about the most comfortable place.'
Tod hesitated, then said:
'Will you come too, Doris?'
'You want me to?'
'Mm.'
'Okay,' she said tolerantly. 'When I've got the stew done. It won't be long now.'
Tod sighed, Sally thought with relief, and returned to mouthing her breast.
She was puzzled: why would a man want his sister in the same room where he would be having sex?
But she ceased to wonder as Ted's fingers sought out her clitoris with renewed enthusiasm, and the delicious little sparks of ecstasy began to leap through her body.
The slow, sweet tide of sensation mounted and churned through the lips of her pussy and lapped at her belly; his suckling mouth sent lascivious messages of lustful anticipation crackling along her nerves. She found herself coming closer to the edge of release, her wildly Inflamed clitoris a red hot coal burning between the lips of her cunt setting all the surrounding tissues on fire, and his unceasing caress was like a steady stream of fuel played upon it, until the moment came when the final combustion point was reached and passed, and the fire exploded into a brilliant burst of sensuous ecstasy that sent her head spinning and her body into wild spasms of quivering passion.
Then, as she slowly drifted back towards reality, she heard Doris say:
'Okay, the stew's done; let's go upstairs.'
Tod gently pushed Sally off his lap and onto her feet, and with Doris leading the way, they went upstairs to the bedroom where she and Sally had spent the preceding night.
Doris briskly seized the bed pillows and arranged them in a heap in the middle of the mattress.
'Sprawl yourself down over those, chickie,' she instructed Sally, 'and just relax, okay?'
Doris took her hand and looked into her eyes intently.
'Don't worry, huh? Tod's a sweet guy – he isn't going to hurt you. And I'll be right here to make sure.'
Sally swallowed, and nodded.
'So,' Doris said, 'come lie down.'
She settled Sally face-down on the bed, her hips resting on the pillows so that her buttocks were thrust up into the air, inviting and very vulnerable.
