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Chapter 5

Davey was in more of a quandary than ever. His sister had been trying to convince him Betty was evil, and now he was certain there was nothing bad about her. Yet he didn't want to hurt Susan's feelings by telling her she was wrong.

Susan, for her part, was still more than a little mixed up. Her mother had told her sex, for reasons other than procreation, was evil. Yet her mother had indulged in sexual rites with four black men, using purification of her soul as an excuse. And now Reverend Trashman told her sex was whatever a person wanted it to be. It could be good, or it could be evil. And fornication was justifiable, according to the reverend, for reasons other than the making of babies. Humans didn't have a season wherein to mate. They could mate all year round. Therefore it followed humans had the right to enjoy sex, provided it was done for love of one another. In that sense, Betty hadn't been evil. Her love for Susan's father was all-encompassing.

But Reverend Trashman had gone one step further. He even advocated copulation of all kinds between unmarried couples, provided some kind of benefit could be reaped there from.

"Hey, Susie-baby, how's it going?"

Susan looked up and stared into the ugly, bespectacled countenance of Al Lasten.

"Go away, Al," she told him, walking a little faster as she headed for home.

"Whassamatter?" Lasten asked, striding beside her. "Don'tcha like me?"

"I heard what you did to Carol Crane."

"Aw come on, Susie. What'd I do?"

"The same thing you did to Mattie Warren. I know all about it. They might not admit it to the police, but they warned the rest of the girls in school to stay away from you."

"Big deal!" Lasten laughed. "All I did was dip the stick a little. I didn't hurt them none. I had rheumatic fever when I was a kid. It made me sterile. So I can't make none of you chicks pregnant."

"And that gives you the right to rape us?" Susan asked.

"Hell, it wasn't really rape. They asked for it. Maybe they didn't come out and ask for it in words, but they asked for it just as sure as if they'd written it down on paper."

"Just how did they ask for it?" Susan wanted to know.

"Like you, they flaunt their asses all over the place. They wiggle their butts whenever I'm near, like givin' me a come-on. And they wear tight bras to make their tits stick out. Not to mention the low cut necklines."

"Well I don't do any of those things," Susan sniffed.

"Naw, you just act uppity, like your pussy is perfumed. I dunno. Maybe it is perfumed. Not only that, but you got that sweet, innocent-lookin' kisser. What you really need is a good fucking."

"But not from you," Susan snapped.

"Yeah, Susie-baby. From me. I'm gonna fuck you one of these days. Not only that, I'm gonna eat that perfumed pussy of yours. And if you really behave nicely, maybe I'll give ya my stick to suck."

"I've heard enough," Susan insisted, and hurriedly turned away, crossing the street and running to her house.

For the next four weeks Susan did her best to avoid Al Lasten at all times. When she saw him anywhere around, she turned and went the other way. And whenever he saw her first, he'd wait until she'd seen him, then he smiled, and beckoned to her with his middle finger, as if letting her know he would one day use that finger on her.

It was on a Monday in the middle of June that she was let out of school one period early and decided to hurry home and finish her homework, that she was really shaken up. Letting herself in by the kitchen door, she put her books on the kitchen table and heard Davey speaking to Betty. Betty was upstairs and Davey was downstairs. He was at the foot of the stairs, walking up, saying, "I found your glasses on the hall table, Betty. I'll bring them right up."

Susan stepped into the hall just in time to see her younger brother climb the stairs. But what she saw she couldn't quite believe. He was naked. He was undressed and he was going to see Betty.

Puzzled, Susan followed her brother, watching as he walked into her bedroom. She saw him close the door, but it didn't snap shut. He had accidentally left it the littlest bit open.

Did she dare peer in and see what was going on? She had already spied on Betty once, and from what the Reverend Trashman had told her, Betty had not been evil. Then she had spied on her mother, who would swear to the heavens she had done nothing wrong. Would it be right to see what was going on between Davey and Betty?

Susan couldn't take the pressure any longer. She had to look for herself and make sure everything was okay. She moved close to the door and peered in through the slight opening. There was Betty, completely naked, just like Davey. Once again, staring at the rich fullness of Betty's body, Susan felt a twinge of jealousy. There were those full, brown-tipped and tilted breasts, the flat stomach, and the black pubic hair that gleamed like varnished ebony.

Betty had put on the glasses Davey had given her so she could see all the better. She was moving toward Davey, who lay on the bed, letting her breasts thrust boldly out while Davey gazed in wide-eyed wonder at her beauty. Susan's brother was now up on his elbows, the rest of his form supinely stretched out on the bed. His quivering penis thrust straight out from between his thighs.

Oh God! Susan thought. My stepmother and my brother, cheating on my father. This is definitely wrong. It has to be evil.

Mother was right, she thought to herself. Fornication for purposes other than procreation is wrong. Look what was happening in my own home. First Betty had seduced her father, and now she was doing things with her brother, cuckolding her wonderful father. How could Betty do such a horrible thing?

Her fingernails tightly gripped the doorframe as she watched Betty approach Davey. Kneeling at the side of the bed, Betty began lightly rubbing and stroking Davey's stomach. Susan saw her brother's throbbing penis bob back and forth and realized how much it resembled that of her father. For a young, thirteen-year-old boy, Davey was really hung.

Immediately she put such a vile thought from her mind. She watched Betty lean down and kiss Davey's stomach, pressing her tits into his thigh as she did so.

Vile, pernicious woman, Susan thought. All you've done since coming here is take your sexual pleasure with the -men of the house. Have you no shame at what you're doing?

Then Betty's fingers reached out and caressed the solid shaft.

"That's a very exciting cock you have there," Betty told him. "Lord! Who would think a boy of your size could spout such a marvelous tool. I adore it almost as much as I do your father's. His will always be first in my heart, but you know that."

"It's not your heart where I want my penis to enter," Davey said, smiling.

"You're a very witty boy," Betty laughed. "My, my, look at the way that wet, sticky stuff that just oozes from your darling penis. It makes the head all shiny and new-looking. Tell me, Davey, do you find me exciting?"

"Sure," David gulped. "You betcha, you're terrific,"

"You only say that because I'm the first woman you've ever seen naked. One of these days you'll start having affairs with girls your age or younger, and you'll forget all about me."

"No," Davey said, shaking his head. "I'll never forget about you. You were first, and I'll never forget that."

"Perhaps," Betty said, and kissed his lips lightly.

"I'll tell you one thing," Davey announced. "When you press those nipples into my thigh like that I get hot and bothered all over."

Susan suddenly realized she was jealous. She was jealous of Betty. Dumb as it sounded, she wished she was in that room, doing things with Davey. Perhaps it was Davey's one chance at salvation. Hadn't the Reverend Trashman said something about using one's body for the benefit of others? Who better than her own brother? Even the incest would be forgiven since she would be weaning Davey away from the evil Betty.

No, Susan thought. Not yet. I haven't the courage to do something like that. But one day she would, and when she did, she would cleanse the house of the evil Betty had brought.

She continued staring as Betty gracefully climbed onto the bed, still fondling Davey's hard cock. She crawled on top of Davey, her mouth hungrily searching for his. Hot tongues were flicking back and forth between their mouths, blending as their bodies writhed against one another. It was almost as if one strand of satin was sliding against another the way their bodies intertwined.

"Suck my tit," Betty insisted, raising one of her finely formed tits to Davey's lips. His mouth opened and tightly sucked in the hard nipple as his hands blithely wandered across her body.

"Uhhhhhh!" Betty moaned as Davey's mouth continued nibbling her nipple.

Davey's hands reached down and filled themselves with the flesh of Betty's asscheeks. His fingers pinched and tweaked, kneading where necessary, feeling the way her asscheeks filled his palms to overflowing. He continued nibbling strongly on her swollen, nut-brown nipple, making Betty writhe madly.

Betty grabbed Davey by the hair, tugging his head back and letting her tongue swirl through his mouth. Then her lips moved to his throat, kissed it longingly, and moved lower, licking at his own small nipples. She was sliding her body lower, and as she kissed the flat of his belly, she let his hard cock slide into the valley between her breasts. She licked his navel a half dozen times, then moved her head lower.

Susan gasped to herself. Betty was going to do for her brother what she had done with her father. She watched as the older woman rubbed her cheek against the boy's straining phallus. Betty's hair tickled Davey's thighs, making him open them. Her fingers danced lightly over his delicate balls. Then she lightly touched the tip of his throbbing phallus with her tongue. It made the hot cock twitch. Betty stared at the swollen knob of her stepson's prick, the skin stretched smoothly and delicately. The little blind eye began seeping the colorless fluid again, and her tongue was quick to eat it up, making Davey writhe even more.

Her tongue licked all over the shining head and Davey began trembling violently. Then her lips came together in a pucker as she kissed the knobby head, tasting the delight of the fluid he was emitting. It was a forerunner of taste to come, and Betty, no longer able to take the suspense, opened her mouth and used her lips to form a hood over his penis as she gobbled it in. Her starving tongue curled itself around the staff, making her even hungrier as wild thrills continued racing through her. Her fingers tightened around the base of his throbbing cock as she sucked the rest of it all the way into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.

Davey was moving violently under her, twisting, turning, writhing and squirming in the throes of a mad delirium of delight. He rammed his hot cock even deeper into her mouth, then pulled it back. But her lips would not surrender it. She drew the wedge-shaped head way back into her throat as far back as it would go. Not being as long as his father's, it didn't quite touch her gullet. Then she retreated, letting the heavy prong slide out of her mouth with her tongue pressed up against it. But once the glans reached her lips they remained hooked inside. Down her head moved again, rubbing the spongy head against her palate. Her teeth nibbled at the underside as she withheld her tongue this time. Down she went until the full length was throbbingly encased in her mouth, then up she rose another time until her lips held the corona fast. Greedily she sucked the penis in again, then once again let it retreat. Down, then up, down, then up, her head moved rhythmically, gobbling the solid penal wand again and again.

"B… Betty," Davey gasped. "I… I… can't hold it much… longer. I'm gonna shoot… any second."

"Mmmmmm!" was all Betty said, nodding her head. "Let go or I'll spatter the stuff down your throat," Davey begged.

"But all Betty did was nod, as if inviting him to unleash the contents of his throbbing cock into her throat. Her lips continued pulling, her tongue kept on licking, and her teeth continued nibbling. It was as if she were actually siphoning the sperm right out of his balls. Her head began pumping faster, and the boy's hands clenched tightly in her hair. His crotch lifted itself off the bed as he crammed the full length of his cock into her mouth again and again.

"Betty!" he screamed. "BETTY! AHHHH… I'm… uhhhhh… commmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiinnnnnnnggggggguuuuuggghhh!"

The gooey sperm came splashing insanely out of him, spurting from the swollen head, spitting itself out into Betty's mouth in dozens of tiny white pools. Thick, creamy foam filled her cheeks and seeped into her throat. She swallowed, tasting the rich flavor of his white sperm, then readied herself to take some more. The slithery liquid moved past her tongue, down her throat, into her hungry belly.

Betty continued madly sucking, rolling the throbbing head of his phallus around and around on her tongue, seeking the last gooey drops of his maleness. Only when the penis had finally shrunk, and there was no more seepage coming from it did she finally release it. Even then, her tongue continued licking all over it, washing it clean, doing as thorough a job on his balls, as well.

"More," Davey begged.

"More what?" Betty asked, moving up next to him. "There isn't a thing I can do for you, now. Your penis is too small."

"Maybe," Davey nodded, reaching down and pressing his fingers into her hot, soaking box. "But there isn't anything that says I can't enjoy doing things to you."

His mouth moved lower to nuzzle her tit as his fingers moved in and out of her seething box. In the past four weeks she had taught him well. He had been reluctant to perform cunnilingus at first, and even more reluctant to perform analingus. But the moment she had shown him how good it felt to have her mouth on his genitals, he began to understand, and little by little brought himself to lap and suck her. He had been reluctant about it at first, but with the passage of the days he became more and more avid about it, until she realized the boy loved doing it as much as she enjoyed blowing him. Now he was preparing to go down on her, working her up with his fingers, first, while his lips and tongue slowly moved down.

She remained stock-still when he took his tongue from her nipples and began licking along her belly.

"Like?" he asked in a teasing voice.

He had gotten the habit of teasing from her. At the beginning she used to tease him a lot, and now he was using it on her.

"Love it," she nodded.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked, knowing damn well he was.

His hands were caressing her thighs as he touched his tongue to her upper belly. His lips were near her pelvis now, and she was breathing heavily, anticipating what was to come.

Her body trembled when the boy swathed his tongue across her body from hip to hip. Then, she twitched as his tongue licked into the steaming jungle of her venereal hair. Davey kept lapping downward, and Betty moved her body, parting her thighs all the wider, offering him all the room he'd need. Her pubis was automatically rising toward his mouth as her hands reached out to gently press down on his youthful head.

Abruptly she felt his tongue slurp into the smoking confines of her inner womanhood. The sharpness of his teeth seemed to dig into the delicate flesh of her labia. The wet, wiggly, slurping tongue pushed its way all the way into her, slithering as far as it could go, swizzling around in her sudsy hole, stimulating her vaginal walls as they'd never been stimulated before.

"Lick the clit," Betty begged. "Lick the clit. Oh god! Get that hot mouth of yours on my… uuuuuhhhhhhh… clitoris. The little nubbin of… aaaghhh… flesh… yes sweet David, yes."

She was writhing madly now. His working tongue eased in and out of her thrilled pussy, stopping only to strike at her trembling clitoris. And each time the lash of his tongue touched her there, she squealed and humped her body higher, slamming his face with her wet cuntlips.

Tremulous explosions shuddered through her aching cunt as blazing arrows of sensuality sparkled along her nerve-ends, flashing through her wanton mind. Betty humped her leaking crack up into Davey's face, sponging the softness of her furry, sopping swollen mound over his cheeks, eyes, and lips. She went delightfully over the edge of sanity for a brief, spastic moment because of the continuing massage his lithe tongue gave her shuddering clitoris. She felt Davey cupping her pussy with his palm as he licked at it, then he squeezed her leaking labia together and sucked the juices from it as one might from a gash in an oozing peach.

Blazing pyres jetted through her entire body as Betty clamped her thighs tightly around his head. Her clutching loins pulled his face ever deeper as she groaned and moaned through gritted teeth. Her fingers alternately pulled his hair, then dug nails into his scalp. She craved to feel his adoring tongue as it continued its unceasing work. Every inch of her aroused and burning body wanted the boy. Every pore in her skin opened itself to him, wanting to feel some part of him against her.

"Davey, Davey," Betty gasped, "sweet, wonderful, loving boy. You're wonderful. You feel so good down there. You eat my… uhhhh… pussy with a natural ability many men will… ooooooh… never master. Don't… gasp… stop now… ahhhhhhhh… it's driving me… agghhaaa… mad… oooooh… I'm coming… I'm commmmmiiiiinnnnnngggggg… I'm… ayyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-commmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg!"

His tongue seemed to become a licking cat-o' nine tails, whipping into her frenzied cunt again and again as her slithery nerves tightened in sweet, delicious spasms. Her back raised itself in an arch as strong rolling shudders laddered their way through her system. Betty felt as if the rotation of the earth had spun her right off. She seemed to free-wheel out into the vastness of eternal space; a warm, throbbing space that closed around her in a vibrant embrace.

Little by little her mind slowed until she had returned to the earth she'd left. Her tight, tense body began relaxing and softening, and every time she drew a breath it was as if she were inhaling some wondrous hallucinogenic drug.

The boy was his father's son in every respect. He had all his father's natural aptitudes for making a woman happy. Not that she was comparing Davey to his father. There was no question of comparison. Each, in his own way, was a natural artisan; a magnificent craftsman. Even as she writhed on the bed she felt his tongue still working its way through the sweet glue seeping from her tender cunt. His hands were still under her ass, cupping her buttocks!

Slowly, gently, Betty parted her thighs, releasing him. But Davey was in no hurry to tug his face from the well of nectar wherein he was drinking his fill. He kept on sipping the sweet dew pouring out of her until she tugged him over her body and made him rest his head on the cushions of her breasts. Her fingers laced through his hair, and her lips kissed his forehead as she realized the boy, like his father, was making an addict of her. She needed at least one of them continually. All the roaring fires in her body were temporarily banked, but it was only temporary. The flames could instantly be fanned to life, either by Davey or Ira.

Her mind once again drifted back in time to her uncle. Once he'd fucked her, he hadn't been able to get enough of her. He had talked her parents into letting Betty spend the Summer at his house. He was a bachelor, and so didn't have to worry about being found out by his wife.

Betty would never understand how she hadn't become pregnant. She had used no protection, and neither had he. But both continued wildly sucking and eating, in addition to the mad fucking they'd enjoyed. Betty had learned to come with her uncle's cock buried inside her, and soon seemed unable to get enough of it.

His particular delight had been in teaching her something new whenever it looked like she might get bored with "the same old thing." He must have fucked her in sixty different positions. And each one was as delightful as the one before. He had also taught her to blow, though like all other men, it never occurred to him Betty would receive pleasure from sucking his cock. Even though he got total enjoyment from eating her young, puffy cunt, he never thought she enjoyed sucking his meat. He was certain she ate his cock to make him happy, especially since she never swallowed his white cream. Betty never knew why, but until she married Ira, she was unable to swallow spunk.

Nevertheless, they had spent a very happy Summer together. And now Betty, looking down on Davey realized how much delight there was to be gotten from a youthful member of the opposite sex. Ira would always be her first love but his son would be just as close, perhaps because he was Ira s son.