side, rubbing it against her outer cuntal lips and sobbing in rapture. He braced himself, his hips tense and ready for the inward slide that would, in one slick sliding motion, divest him of his virginity forever.
'Erik! Barbara! Where are you? I'm home!' It was Betty Sue, calling to them from the living room, ten feet away from the nearly fucking couple, from the nearly de-virginized teen, from the almost fucked enough older woman.
'Shit!' Barbara Jean said, sliding, out from under the teen like a snake and grabbing her clothes, rushing across the hallway and into her own room just in time, while Erik, moving equally fast, closed the door to his bedroom and rushed into his bathroom, turning on the shower and getting beneath the tepid water, his enormous, throbbing, painfully aching cock standing rigid and unfucked before his disappointed eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Swensen water bill took a sudden rise. Everyone, it seemed, was taking long hot showers to wash away fuck stains and sex odors. Or taking cold showers to wash away frustration and unreleased sexual tension.
Betty Sue Swensen herself had already done her share of showering, of running up the family water bill. She didn't even think it was peculiar that her son and her sister would find it necessary, at the very same time, to take showers, and since she respected the privacy of Erik's bedroom, she didn't even look in long enough to detect the telltale scent of his cocksucking, cunt eating, so their secret was still safe, for the moment, along with the teen's detested virginity. Instead of being curious about other people's sex problems, being so overwhelmed with her on, Betty Sue went into the kitchen and began preparing the evening meal.
She decided on broiled halibut with garlic lemon sauce, an avocado on anchovy on Romaine salad and potatoes. While she had been out aimlessly driving around, trying to resolve the shame she felt at her adulterous behavior, she had wandered through a supermarket and picked out the things for dinner almost unconsciously.
Betty Sue busied herself peeling the potatoes and preheating the broiler. She was just about ready to put the potatoes on the stove when Barbara Jean came into the kitchen wearing a light blue housecoat and running a towel through her damp hair, making the red strands appear somehow darker, more fiery.
'Oh there you are, Betts,' she said. 'I thought I heard you just before I took my shower. Ummm, that looks good. Can I help with something?'
'Sure,' Betty Sue said, 'you can wash and strip the Romaine leaves for salad, if you don't mind. Did you see Johan? How was he feeling today? Did he say whew they were going to let him come home? Did he look normal to you?'
Barbara Jean started laughing and grabbed her sister, giving her a big juicy kiss right on the lips, grinding her mouth down against Betty's until it opened and their tongues danced together, the tips touching and pressing close.
'Not so many questions at once, Betty,' she said, grinning broadly. 'Of course I saw Johan, and he looked very good indeed. As a matter of fact, I've never seen him more relaxed and… I guess I could definitely say satisfied. And as a matter of fact, they did tell me to tell you that he can come home late tomorrow afternoon, before dark.'
'Oh, how wonderful!' Betty Sue said, making a mental note to telephone the hospital and confirm Johan's release, wondering how she could avoid contact with Dr. William Montgomery at the same time. 'It'll be so good to have him back home where he belongs.'
'I'll say,' Barbara Jean said, her cunt spasming and remembering the stretching, full-stuffing feeling of Johan's big Swedish cock sliding between her cuntal lips and into the depths of her soft buttery fuck hole.
Betty Sue had to call Erik twice to get him to come into the kitchen and eat his dinner. As it was, he hardly touched his fish or his salad, eating only his potatoes. He seemed so flushed and agitated, as if he might be coming down with some illness, that Betty Sue fought off the nagging feeling that she should be worrying about him, rather than letting her mind drift back again to her own sinful depravities to her incestuous lesbian lovemaking with her dear sweet sister and to the furious fucking with Dr. Montgomery in the hospital examining room and, incredibly, to the no-holds-barred free-for-all religious fuck in her own bedroom with the black preacher from the neighborhood church. Incest! Perversion! Adultery! What sin was left for her to commit?
Still, after they had finished eating and Barbara Jean opened yet a third can of beer for herself and she was glad to see her son go to his room to go to bed early. Betty Sue made it a point to knock on his door, later, after she finished the beer.
There was a peculiar heady aroma hanging over the teen's bed, almost like fuck smells, but not quite. A little cunt smell, she thought, and a little cock smell, and lots of feverish excitement. God, what is my mind doing to me, imagining such awful things in my son's bedroom? It must be all that beer I've been drinking, or the after- dinner Colombian marijuana I shared with Babs.
Smiling down at her drowsy son, Betty Sue leaned over the bed and gave him a good-night kiss right on his lips. For just a fleeting second his lips parted and his tongue snaked through them to caress his mother's lips.
Damn, did I imagine that too? she questioned herself. Then, breaking her kiss and starting to straighten up from her bent-over position, she was startled to find that her hand, below his belly, had been grasping and clutching at something big and firm and throbbing.
Oh my God! she thought when the full realization struck her that she was actually holding her son's cock, through the blanket, and kneading it unconsciously in the most wanton and depraved fashion.
Embarrassed, hoping that Erik, almost asleep, didn't know she was groping his hefty cock, Betty Sue quickly released his cock shaft and left the room, closing the door silently behind her and hurrying back to Barbara.
'Babs,' she said, coming back into the kitchen, 'you won't believe it, but Erik's got a hard-on. I accidentally brushed up against it… Jesus, he's got a big dick.'
'That's for sure,' Barbara said, just finished washing the dishes and grabbing two more cans of beer.
'What?' Betty Sue asked, taking one of the cans I and pulling the tab open.
'Oh, I said he probably does,' Barbara said, fingering a brown-wrapped Trujilos special from her dope stash and lighting it quickly. 'Here, have a hit of this Panama Canal special.'
Betty dragged deep on the marijuana exactly like Barbara had shown her how to do, holding the Panama Red smoke inside as long as she could while it expanded and filled her lungs with sensual suggestions and relaxing, laid-back languor.
As the effect of the dope started taking over Betty's will, her repression's, she began giggling and her thoughts rushed back and forth from Erik's enormous erection to Dr. Montgomery's much smaller but unbelievably powerful prick. As her girlish giggling became obvious to Barbara, her sister snuggled up as close to her as she could on the big sofa and leaned warmly against her, letting her hand slip around her sister's shoulder until it cupped her breast and began gently kneading it suggestively.
'What's so funny, Betts?' she asked. 'You can share it with me. You can share anything with me, after all the things we've done together.'
'Oh, it's so awful,' Betty said, 'I really think I shouldn't tell you.'
'But you've got to, Betts,' Barbara said encouragingly. 'You know you never could keep a real secret from me. All I've got to do is just squeeze your nipple like this… or like this… and you'll tell me anything. So, go ahead.'
'Well, promise you won't think bad of me, Babs,' Betty Sue began. 'There's this man, see, and he… well, he almost raped me.'
'God, Betty,' Barbara said, 'did you let him fuck you? Oh, how deliciously wonderful. You have to tell me all about it, especially the good parts. Who is he? When? Where? How big was his dick?'
'Whoa!' Betty Sue said, taking another heady drag off Babs' dope cigarette and chasing it down with more beer, growing more tipsy and more relaxed, more sensual and more sexy by the minute. 'Now you're asking too many questions. But if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I promise I'll hate you forever.'
'Oh, you always say that,' Barbara said, squirming closer and running her hand up Betty's thigh, beneath her skirt and under the edge of her leg band, letting her fingers play through her sister's brown pubic hair.
