incessantly.
'Her ass is even tighter and hotter than her snatch,' Rich grunted.
His father panted, 'It couldn't be.'
'I'm bum…' she moaned, only to have her cry choked off as her father-in-law shot his hot tongue into her lips, swabbing the roof of her mouth from the back of her teeth to the opening of her throat.
Rich inched his hands between his father's chest and Valerie's crushed tits, kneading desperately at the spongy mounds, shaking them together until the nipples tingled as they scraped across Richard's hairy chest.
'Glahhh,' she moaned gutturally, impaling herself delightfully first on one cock, then on the other.
Her father-in-law's erection was swelling within her, stretching the heated tissues of her cunt even more. She gasped as she felt the two cocks coast past each other within her, separated only by the thinnest of membranes. Then she purred passionately as she felt the initial molten spatter of her father-in-law's agonizingly hot sperm spurting into her.
Wildly she thrashed against him, sawing her inflamed clitoris savagely against his spewing prick. But it was only when she felt the spastic throb of her brother-in-law's palpitating cock in her rectum that her own orgasm was triggered.
Rich pounded his erupting cock into her asshole with the fury of a rutting aardvark, his groaning chant of lust becoming, for the first time, unintelligible.
Valerie grew wild between them. She thrashed so blindly that both of the men were nearly thrown loose from her clutching orifices. With the two pricks jetting their thick, hot cream into her bowels, Valerie felt her cunt tighten and relax in time with her clenching asshole. Her fists opened, her nails clawing at Richard's freckled shoulders. Her back bowed and sprang back under her brother-in-law's continuous thrusts, her buttocks squeezing down on the buried shaft of his cock. The volcanic bubble of expanding ecstasy inside her spasming pussy seemed to threaten to explode within her, tearing her body apart.
How long her climax continued, she could only guess. When her body at last ceased its tremors and she opened her eyes, peculiar spots of phosphorescent color formed and disintegrated before her glassy eyes. She no longer had even enough energy to speak. Father and son held her sweaty body close between them, awkwardly awaiting the termination of her orgasm.
Hesitantly, Rich and his father withdrew their withered organs from her body. For an endless minute Valerie felt as though she were being turned inside out in two directions, for her cunt and asshole nipped cruelly at the two retreating organs, as though reluctant to be emptied.
Panting for breath, their bodies covered with a film of slimy perspiration, their sexual equipment puckering coolly from the loss of contact, they rolled apart. Lying on her back, hardly daring to look from side to side, Valerie guessed that her father-in-law had fallen to sleep instantly. Rich, she knew, was awake, for she could feel his knuckles gently grazing the side of her hip.
My God, she thought, what have I done? They have made me ugly. I must look like a Spring Street whore. Oh, shit! What's going to become of me now? Little by little she caught her breath, shivering a bit as the perspiration evaporated from her naked breasts. Well, she said to herself, the one consolation is that nothing worse can happen to me now.
Rich leaped to his feet even before she heard the chime of the doorbell.
'Who the fuck's that?' he demanded, looking down at her, a slight trace of panic in his eyes.
'I don't know,' she said, hastily reaching for the hem of her housecoat beside the couch. She pulled it to her and quickly slipped her arms into it. 'Jeanne maybe,' she offered. 'My roommate. But I can't imagine why she'd be ringing the…'
'Get rid of her,' Rich ordered.
The bell chimed again.
'But what can I tell her?' she asked. 'She's my roommate.'
'Tell her you're balling someone. I don't care. Just get rid of her.'
'But…'
'Get to the door, you dumb cunt!'
Falteringly, Valerie pulled the robe around her and went to the head of the stairs. She couldn't see who was at the door through the frosted glass. She wondered if she should run, now that she had the opportunity. But when she finally opened the door, she saw Mike Duckworth.
'Aren't you ready yet?' he asked, glancing at her disheveled hair.
She had completely forgotten that she had a date with the music teacher. Her eyes flashed to the head of the stairs, then back to his inquiring face.
'Mike,' she began, 'I… ah… I just can't make it today. I'm… really feeling sick. I…'
'Of course you're going,' he said, starting up the stairs. 'I'll wait for you just…'
Valerie caught him by the arm. 'Really,' she said, her eyes grave. 'I'm really sick. I can't go. I'm sorry, but…'
The red-headed music teacher glanced from her eyes to the top of the stairs, then back again.
'What's wrong?' he asked. He glanced back up the stairs and moved down one step. 'You got somebody up there? Is that it?'
'No!' she said, too suddenly. 'There's nobody here. It's just that I'm really not up to seeing anyone today, that's all.'
'Except that you need to wash your face and comb your hair, you look fine to me,' he said.
Valerie's heart was racing. 'Look,' she told him. 'If you've got to know, my period started this morning and I've got fierce cramps. I just…'
'What the hell's going on down there? Where's my sweet little cocksucker?'
Valerie winced as she heard her father-in-law's drunken voice. She swallowed hard.
Mike turned toward the stairs. 'Who's that?' he asked her. 'Something's wrong here, Valerie. Who was that?'
'Mike! Please!' she begged him. 'Please believe me. There's no one here. Don't go up there.'
'Val, are you down there with that faggot music teacher?' her father-in-law's voice rang out.
'Mike! No!' she cried. But he yanked his arm away from her grasp and started up the stairs. She took two steps up behind him, then hesitated, her knuckles at her mouth as she watched him ascend to the archway opening into the living room.
'I'll be damned if he doesn't look as queer as a three-dollar bill!' she heard Rich exclaim.
She saw Mike's fists clench at his sides as he took in the scene before him. Then, grabbing the hem of her housecoat in one hand and pulling herself up on the banister with the other, she hastily scrambled up the stairs, abandoning all thought of escaping. She knew perfectly well her brother-in-law's sentiments concerning homosexuals, and she wanted to be in the room to keep him from doing anything stupid to the music teacher before she could explain.
'I told you he was a fairy,' Richard chuckled. 'Look at the way he's ogling your meat, Bud.'
'Mr. Davis!' Valerie cried. 'You've no right to talk that way!'
'Mr. Davis?' Mike questioned. 'You mean that man is your father?'
'Father-in-law, queer,' Rich interjected.
'Stop it, Rich!' Valerie cried, stepping between Mike and his threatened assailant. 'Mike, please leave,' she begged him.
The music teacher stared from one man to the other, his eyes wide and unbelieving. 'But… you're naked!' he gasped.
'If it's taken you this long to figure that out,' Rich said, 'I'd hate to have you spotting gook snipers for me.'
'Look, Mister,' Mike said, 'I don't know who you are, but…'
Rich reached out and snagged Valerie's arm. He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, giving her tit a hefty squeeze.
'I'm Val's little baby brother, aren't I, Sis?' he snickered, nuzzling her neck.
Valerie elbowed him in the stomach and wrenched herself away.
'He's Jim's brother,' she explained, her face reddening with shame. 'Now, will you just go away and leave me alone? Please?'
