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CHAPTER NINE

Ellen and Jim were still watching from the bedroom door. They could clearly see the way Carole's hard asscheeks were squirming on Bert's hairy thighs. A fine film of perspiration now made her pink glowing body sheen, adding still more beauty to her teenaged form.

"I think she's cured of any desire for women," Ellen said with a sigh.

"I'd sure like to get in there and fuck her," said Jim. "Boy, I sure would!"

"You always have me," Ellen purred, massaging his back, and petting his buttocks.

"Uh-huh," said Jim, and still staring at the couple on the bed, he began to take off his clothes.

"I bet you could cum again," Carole said to her uncle.

"I know I can, but not for quite a while."

"I mean now," Carole said, riding him expertly now, and as proud of herself as any blue-ribbon prize-winning equestrienne. "You're going to cum again, Uncle Bert. Soon. I can already feel it starting. And does it ever feel good!"

"You might be right," he said, beaming smiles up at her, feasting his eyes on her wonderfully young and wonderfully active beauty.

It started happening to Carole first. In fact, it had never stopped happening since she'd gotten her uncle's cock into her busy cunt. In one way or another, she'd been cumming continually since that first moment of full insertion, and now as her instincts told her that Bert was going to spurt another load of his jism up in her cunt, her orgasm started to soar once again.

She fell forward against him, belly to belly and tit to chest, and now her compactly round buttocks fairly flew as she worked over his cock with her cunt. This new posture completely exposed her bottom to both of her unseen viewers, and the sight of her vigorously moving asshole was simply too much for young Jim.

He tore his hard cock from the grasp of his aunt and hurried forward, jumped up on the bed and quickly stuck the knob of his cock up his cousin's fair white ass.

"What the hell! You keep out of this!" his father shouted, just a little too late, for the boy on top of the pile of three was fully inside of his cousin's asshole and pumping hard with his cock.

The surprise penetration shocked Carole right up over the brink, and she took off, squealing and shrieking into an orgasm of dazzling proportions. Her orgasmic shrieks in the ear of her uncle, and the suddenly hugely more energetic pumpings and twistings of her cunt on his tightly fitting cock, sent him right along with her. Jism burst forth through his gigantic cock in gigantic amounts, gushing and spurting and spewing up hot in her cunt. She could feel it quite clearly, adding muck to the fire inside her, just as the hard, hot jets of jism were adding to her pleasure from the rear.

The fit for all three was terrifically tight. The friction was building up fiery heat. But the hot slippery jism contributed by father and son kept their two cocks pistoning easily in and out of the two holes of the squealing, writhing, orgasming girl in between them.

Ellen watched the scene in disgust, rubbing her badly itching cunt, and doing herself no good whatsoever. Two cocks in the house, both of them cuming quite hard, and not even an inch of either of them for her. While father and son and cousin writhed about on Ellen's own bed in a hot and naked embrace, she was completely left out of the picture as anything more than a voyeur. And she didn't like that at all.

It took them a while to stop cumming. When Bert's huge orgasm was over, it took him some moments before he regained his anger at Jim's intrusion.

As he started to chastise his son, Carole said, "Please don't be mad at Jim. It was Jim who got me to like fucking to begin with. Can't we just go to your house and talk things over? After all, I've got two perfectly good holes, and both of them like to be fucked."

Bert was feeling too good to argue. And Jim was grinning his boyish grin from ear to ear. He slipped his cock out of Carole's asshole and waited, watching, while Carole whispered things to his father that made the man laugh and hug her. Minutes later, when they left Ellen's house, they seemed like a happy little family, and they seemed in quite a hurry to be on their way to the new life ahead of them.

Ellen sat down on the couch and thought things over. In the past few weeks she had gotten herself used to plenty of sex, and in the past few days she had had her share of disappointment. She had trained Jim in the ways of sex only to have him leave her house, perhaps forever. She had weaned her daughter away from the unnatural life, and now it was Carole who was enjoying the sex that Ellen used to enjoy. And, having discovered what a beautiful big cock her brother possessed, Ellen hadn't even gotten to try it out. She was sure that by using her wiles and guiles she could lure Jim and then Bert into her bed, and she wondered if it was worth it. She should probably start over again with someone new, train a young boy to be her own personal sex slave. Or the simplest thing would be to go to a doctor and have him prescribe tranquilizer pills for her, as most horny women did for themselves. Just then it seemed too much trouble to get up from the couch and telephone for an appointment. Ellen was feeling very sorry for herself when the doorbell rang.

Through her peep hole she saw a tall, buxom woman standing on her front steps. She was quite a good-looking woman, wearing an emerald green business suit, carrying an attache case, and looking as if she had something to sell. She had short, wavy red hair, a long, straight nose, wide, thin lips, and a very strong set to her jaw. She looked to be four or five years older than Ellen. Ellen was just about to turn away from the door and let the woman goon her way, but then on impulse she opened the door and asked if she could help her.

The tall, red-haired woman coolly looked Ellen over. Ellen was already sorry she'd opened the door, for all she had on was a robe, and panties and bra, and the disdainful gaze from her feminine caller made her feel quite uncomfortable. "May I help you?" she asked.

"Ellen Bascomb?" said the statuesque redhead, pronouncing the name in a less than courteous manner.

Ellen squared her shoulders, drew her robe more tightly around her, and glared at the woman as she said, "That's right, and I'm very busy. Please state your business and go."

"I'll leave soon enough, but not without taking your daughter with me," the woman said, and smoothly drew a small, nickel-plated automatic pistol from her purse.

Ellen didn't like guns at all. Instead of slamming the door very quickly, she took two steps backward into her house, staring down in horror at the gun muzzle as the woman came in after her.

It was the red-headed woman who closed, Ellen's door, and then she looked about Ellen's living room, again with great disdain, and said, "Where is it you're keeping Carole?"

"You're Tony!" said Ellen, trying to hold her ground, but still backing up. "You followed her. Or she was able to call you on the phone. Get out of here or I'll call the police."

Pow! Pow! Pow! The pistol sent three of its slugs into the carpet near Ellen's suddenly dancing feet, and without a change of expression, the lesbian said, "Where's Carole?"

"You're too late! She's gone! Far away! To a normal life! Please don't shoot me!" said Ellen, almost wetting her panties in her shock and fright.

"We'll see about that. Show me through this house. Move!" she said, and punctuated the command with another shot from her pistol. Ellen squealed in her fright once again and clutched at her belly and staggered backward.

Fighting for control of her fear-weakened bladder all the way, Carole showed the sneering woman through her house. She knew very well the shots wouldn't be heard by her neighbors, and even if they were, the housewives wouldn't come to aid. With the gun at her back, she finally led the way into her bedroom, there to be confronted with the damning evidence of the broomsticks and Carole's bonds, and the sex magazines scattered over the bed.

Coolly smiling, still very much in control of her pistol, the tall red-haired woman flipped through one of the magazines, tossed it aside and said, "So this is where you held her prisoner. What a disgusting mother you are."

"I did it for her own good! Please go. She wants nothing to do with you now."

"I'll have to hear that from her. And she's got some money for me."

"The thousand dollars? I never had any intention of giving it to her, but I'll give it to you if you go now and don't come back."

The woman sneered and looked Ellen up and down, disrobing her with her homosexual gaze, and though Ellen stood proudly and tall before her, hot shame suffused her body. "I might stay for a while," said Tony. "Rest up for a couple of days."

"You will not! I won't permit it!"

"Where's your bathroom? I have to take a piss."

She took off her jacket and dumped it and her attache case on Ellen's bed. At gunpoint, Ellen led the way into her bathroom. There, standing before Ellen's toilet, she unzipped the side fastening zipper of her tight green skirt. It was quite a tight skirt, and though she squirmed her broad hips this way and that, she couldn't quite push it down.

"Help me off with it," she said. "I've been stifling inside it, and I want to pee in comfort."

With the gun pointed at her, Ellen had no choice at all but to get down on her knees before the towering, red-haired lesbian and work the tight skirt down over her hips. Quaking with fear, Ellen sat back on her heels while the woman stepped out of her skirt. Now she was clad in high heels and dark nylons, a garter belt and tight, gauzy black panties, and a dazzling white blouse that was cut in the fashion of a man's dress shirt, complete with long shirt tails. Her skin, Ellen saw, was milk-white.

"You'll have to take down my panties, too," said the unwelcome visitor.

Ellen started to protest, looked at the unwavering gun, and leaned forward and gingerly pulled down at the very tight garment.

It was only then, at the very close range, that Ellen realized how powerfully the woman was built. Though her hips were wide, they were thoroughly muscular, with none of the flab to be expected on the hips of a woman that age. Though her thighs were entirely feminine in their every contour, and though they were very soft and smooth to the touch, they were solidly packed with muscle. Still breathless and quaking with fear, Ellen wormed and peeled and worked down the tight black panties, gasping aloud, when she'd bared the lesbian's loins, for they were hairless and brazenly thrusting forward from between her powerful thighs, a broad vee-shaped pillow of flesh that was deeply split down the middle.

The woman smiled and brushed manicured fingers over the hairless mound, saying, "I had it all removed. My girls seem to like it very well this way."

"Your girls," Ellen said sarcastically, though her voice threatened to falter. "You ought to be ashamed of what you do to those girls."

The lesbian chuckled, pointed the gun at her cunt, and said, "Kiss it."

Ellen thought she might faint as she leaned forward to do as she'd been ordered. Her bladder was bursting, her head was reeling, and her gorge was rising at the powerful, sex-sweaty smell radiating out from those big, bald loins. Still she managed to touch her lips to the hairless mound and sit back on her heels once again.

She had a close, almost straight-on view of that weird, hairless cunt as the lesbian worked her panties down over her nyloned legs and high heels. She saw it from a different angle, saw its fat fleshy lips as the woman sat down on her toilet with her legs opened out obscenely wide. She saw the pee gush from her cunt, and as it did, such a pang seized Ellen's cunt that she had to clench her fists over her loins.

"Ah-h-h," said the seated lesbian, gushing and pissing and clattering into the bowl while Ellen fought for her self-control. The smell of her pee and her cunt was strong, and in Ellen's cramped condition, almost unendurable.

After what seemed like a very long time, the lesbian's peeing stopped. She leisurely blotted herself dry and flushed the toilet, and that noise added still more to Ellen's anguished discomfort. The redhead loomed toweringly high over the kneeling brunette as she rose.

"Do you have to go, too?" she said. "Do know, while I can keep an eye on you."

Ellen nodded. "I've got to go very badly. But… but please don't watch."

The lesbian laughed. Then she held out her hand, and Ellen meekly took it and was helped to her feet, for her knees felt so weak she could not have stood up by herself.

She stepped toward that very beckoning toilet, and a hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Please!" Ellen murmured, and she was turned about to face the grinning redhead.

The lesbian peeled Ellen's robe down over her shoulders, nodded at what she saw, and gave Ellen's left tit a warm squeeze that made Ellen gasp and give a start.

"Very nice," said the lesbian, and peeled Ellen's bra strap down over her shoulder, pulled down the bra cup, and bared Ellen's tit. "Just as nice as your daughter's, but not so firm and young."

Tears welled up in Ellen's eyes and overflowed down her burning cheeks. The lesbian's hand went on fondling and squeezing her naked tit. "Please!" Ellen murmured again. "Just let me go to the bathroom!"

"You can go soon enough. First let me see if you can kiss as well as your daughter does."

Ellen's chin was tilted up by the grinning lesbian. The wide mouth that had kissed a thousand cunts was brought down on hers, and there in her bathroom with every ounce of her cuntal muscles straining to hold in her urine, Ellen allowed the long, snakelike tongue of the lesbian to penetrate through her lips and tangle with hers. The tears were still flowing freely down her cheeks when the lesbian ended the kiss.

"You're a cold fish, but you've got possibilities. Yes, I might stay here with you for a few days. Let's see what kind of a body you've got," the lesbian said. She set her gun on the sink and proceeded to strip Ellen naked.

Ellen stood there and took it. With bet face in her hands, sobbing, she let the lesbian take off her robe and unhook her bra and when the lesbian knelt to strip off Ellen's panties, Ellen was too demoralized to even try to reach for her gun. She just stood there sobbing and quaking while the lesbian explored her body with her hands and commented on what she found.

"Very nice tits for a woman your age, but you're entirely too flabby. You need exercise, and plenty of it. You should run every day. You'd be surprised how it would improve your sex life, if you have one. Nice cunt," said the lesbian, running her hand between Ellen's legs, making her gasp through her sobs. "Yes, you have possibilities. Now give me another kiss, and make it a good one, and then you can take a nice, long pee."

Desperate by then, Ellen slung her arms about the neck of the taller woman and kissed her flush on the mouth. It was an open-mouthed kiss and quite an ardent one, with no possibility of pretense for Ellen that she was kissing a man, for the lesbian's huge tits were pushing against hers very warmly. Ellen was dizzy enough to stagger backward when the kiss ended, but Tony stopped her and lifted the seat of the toilet.

"I have to sit down an that cold porcelain?"

"You have to stand up," said the lesbian, and got down on one knee before Ellen.

Ellen was sobbing bitterly as she backed up and stood astraddle the toilet. She was miserable and humiliated, naked and utterly defenseless, and with such a full bladder that she was in pain. And now she couldn't go. She'd held it in too long, her cunt muscles were contracted and she wasn't at all used to having someone watch while she peed. Too weak to hold herself up, she put her hands on the commode behind her, tried her best to relax, and gasped with relief as at last her hot urine gushed and flowed.

The relief was a very real form of ecstasy, and then that was sharply altered when Ellen felt Tony's hand reach up between her legs and squeeze her hotly gushing cunt.

"Don't!" Ellen cried. The lesbian laughed and rubbed Ellen's piss up against her cunt, sloshing and splashing it all between her legs, and Ellen started cuming.

"Please! Please stop it!" Ellen wailed, twisting about and hanging onto the commode behind her, quite unable to stop her peeing and unable to stop her totally unexpected orgasm.

"Feel good?" said the kneeling lesbian, slapping and rubbing the piss up between Ellen's widely parted legs.

"Please! Please! Please!" Ellen loudly sobbed, as her orgasm rose from her cunt to the roots of her hair, frightening in its intensity, frightening from its source.

The peak of it lasted till Ellen's bladder was empty. It still tingled strongly through her, weak and exhausted as she was, when the beautiful redhead who had brought it on stood up to face her.

"Answer me. Did that feel good?"

"I hated it! I hate you!" Ellen sobbed, but she was crushed in the powerful velvety arms of the lesbian and very forcefully kissed on the mouth, forcing her orgasm back into life.

It surged and roared through Ellen's body with such pervading intensity that she had to hold onto the lesbian. She clung to the beautiful woman and kissed her with utmost ardor, and now she was clinging to the orgasm, too, for there was no way in the world to fight it. It swept almost audibly through her, while the lesbian thrust her broad thigh against Ellen's wet-haired cunt, and while she held Ellen's chin with a hand that was wet with her urine.

Tony backed off, looked blazingly deep in. Ellen's eyes and said, "Now tell me! Did that feel good?"

Still tingling hot with orgasm, panting and slack-jawed, Ellen nodded her head.

"There's the hand that did it," said Tony, and brushed her wet fingers over Ellen's trembling lips. "Kiss it and thank it, and maybe there'll be more."

"Thank you. Thank you," Ellen whispered, kissing those pissy wet fingers, weeping silently now, and shamefully yearning for one more touch of that hand right now.