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CHAPTER FOUR

Bette awoke in the guest room a few minutes before nine the next morning, stretching languidly, the sheets cold and sweet smelling against her naked body. Sunlight slanted in through the partially drawn blinds over the window, falling across her eyes, and she raised one arm to shield out the bright light.

As she lay there, the events of the preceding evening returned vividly to her mind. She dwelled for a moment on the frenzy of passion which had been generated between her and her ex-brother-in-law, Ken, the pleasure they had taken and given in and with one another's bodies. God, but he was a fine, handsome, sensual man! Bette had almost forgotten what lovemaking, real lovemaking, could be like; and her sex-starved body and mind had reveled in the deliciously fevered flesh of her dead husband's brother. He was truly a magnificent lover, far better than David, as good or maybe even better than Hale when their relationship had been at the height of its intense delights.

And yet, here in the cold light of day, questions made themselves known in the lovely blonde woman's mind – the very questions which, in her subconscious, had caused fitful dreams in the night. What, if anything, did her coupling with Ken mean in terms of a lasting relationship? Was he merely a deprived self-celibate, such as she had been the past few months, who had lost control of his tightly-reined emotions last night and thus led him into the wild lovemaking with her? How did Ken really feel about her? How did she really feel about him? And what if Tony, her young handsome son, should find out what they had done? How would he feel about his mother and his uncle coming together in any kind of intimate relationship?

The questions spun and revolved in Bette's mind, but there were no immediate answers for any of them. She had come home, and been accepted by her son and by the brother of her dead ex-husband – those were the only facts she knew for certain. They were good facts, contented ones after the months of terrible loneliness and guilt, and she could only hope that they would last and that the questions she had just posed to herself would be resolved favorably. Now that she had tasted happiness again, the thought of returning to Chicago, of living alone in that tiny apartment there, were more frightening and depressing than ever.

Bette sighed and slipped out of the cool bed, padding naked across the bedroom, her taut, firmly rounded buttocks jiggling with unaffected sensuality as she moved, her rich, still-firm breasts swaying gently. From her suitcase she removed clean bra and panties, a pair of hip-hugger slacks and a lightweight summer shirt, dressed quickly, and combed her soft blonde hair at the vanity mirror. Then, after applying a light touch of makeup, she opened the door and went out into the hall.

The smell of frying bacon, and coffee percolating, drew her to the kitchen. When she opened the door, she saw Ken standing at the stove, humming softly to himself as he tended to bacon and eggs cooking in a pair of skillets. He turned when he heard her enter, put down the spatula he was holding, and came to her, his mouth curved in a gently, loving smile.

"Good morning, darling," he said, and kissed her, folding her into his strong arms.

She returned his kiss, pressing against him for a moment, then stepped away, smiling at him. "Good morning, Ken," she said softly.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Not too badly."

"I slept marvelously myself," he laughed. He took her hand and led her to the table, seating her in a chair before one of two place settings. "Breakfast coming right up."

Bette noticed the absence of a third place at the table. She asked, "Where's Tony this morning?"

"He left about forty-five minutes ago," Ken replied. "I don't know where he was going. He seemed kind of upset about something or other."

A small wedge of fear formed in Bette's stomach. "Oh Ken, you don't suppose…"

"What?"

"Well, he came home right after you and I well, right after we left the living room. Heh, heh."

"Might have heard or saw something?" Ken finished for her. "No, I doubt that, Bette. You mustn't worry about that."

She moistened her soft, pink lips. "But I can't help worrying about it. What if he finds out that we we?"

"He won't find out, not unless we tell him." He crossed to her chair, stood looking down at her tenderly. "Honey you're not sorry about last night, are you? You're not sorry we made love?"

Bette swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his. "No," she said truthfully. "No, Ken, I'm not sorry."

His smile was wide and happy. "I'm glad, darling, because I'm not in the least sorry either. It was beautiful, wonderful, perfect, and there's no use in denying it."

"No, there isn't," Bette admitted.

"Bette, I I'm in love with you. I want to marry you."

Tears suddenly welled in her lovely eyes. "Oh, oh Ken, do you really mean that?"

"Yes, I really mean it," he said, smiling down at her. "I know this isn't the time to talk about it, not yet, but I wanted you to know how I felt. Do you feel the same way about me, darling? Just a little bit?"

"Yes, I I do."

"Then you'll marry me one day soon?"

"I think so, Ken. Yes, I think so."

He pulled her to her feet, kissing her face, holding her tightly. "I'll make you happy," he whispered. "I'll make you forget all of the past, every bit of it, and there won't be any more pain for you, Bette. Only goodness and love."

She cried softly against his shoulder, and a warm, glowing feeling swept through her body. She thought: I know the answers to some of those questions now; oh God, I can't believe it's really true, that they're the right answers, but I hope and pray that they are.

Tony drove his Corvette at high speeds to the small lake north of Westridge, took a dirt-road cutoff once he reached there, and followed that to where it ended at a small secluded beach. It was deserted this early in the morning, a fact which the handsome teenage youth was thankful for. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, to sort out the confused feelings which churned inside him and which had kept him awake most of the night.

He parked the Corvette under some pine trees, stepped out into the warm, fresh air, and went down onto the sandy beach. He walked along it, listening to the murmur of the water as it licked at the beach in tiny waves, his hands thrust into the pockets of his trousers.

What was he going to do? he wondered for the hundredth time since last time, since what he had witnessed and what he and Debbie had done while watching his mother and his uncle. He felt guilty and ashamed, and at first he had known violent anger toward Debbie. But then, the more he thought about it, the more he concluded that she was not to blame, not really; she was a hot-blooded girl, and she had succumbed to the same carnal temptation that he had, that was all. No, Debbie and he had been weak, young and weak, and what they had done could be excused.

But what he had seen his mother and Uncle Ken doing was an altogether different story.

God, he could still scarcely believe it. His mother grinding her cunt up hotly at his uncle's huge cock, her legs wrapped all the way around his back like a couple of animals. Which one of them had started it? His mother probably sure, his mother, who was a slut underneath after all, who couldn't come home for one day without spreading her legs like she'd done the past five years down in Chicago, like she'd done even before that here in Westridge with Hale Bixby and Christ only knew how many other guys before him. He should have known better than to trust her, than to think she was repenting and that she'd really changed.

Tony tried to conjure up a burning hatred for his mother, but in spite of his thoughts, he couldn't seem to make himself loathe her the way he had done after she'd deserted he and his father, after his dad had died in that auto crash. He kept remembering the pain and suffering that had been mirrored on her face when he'd first seen her yesterday afternoon, the beseeching way she'd looked at him, and how his heart had gone out to her and then he kept seeing her with her legs locked high up around Uncle Ken's back, pumping her open pussy up at him, urging him to fuck her harder so that she could cum.

The two images were totally alien to one another, and because they were Tony couldn't hate his mother with any kind of consuming passion. He couldn't hate his uncle, either, for Ken Clark had been kind to him, gentle and kind over the years, and the sight of him lewdly driving his cock into Tony's mother's widely splayed vagina was another alien concept that confused the teenage youth. Well, his uncle was a man after all, just as Tony was, and he had been blinded probably by Bette's beauty, for she was undeniably a lovely woman Tony could remember how her naked body had looked there in the firelight, her perfectly formed hips and legs, her large, ruby-nippled breasts, the thin, wet little cuntal slit nestled beneath her softly curling triangle of blonde pubic hair.

Tony shook his head violently, feeling his face flame red, and he looked guiltily around him even though the beach was still deserted. What was the matter with him, thinking about his bitch of a mother that way? It was almost as if well, as if he had been captivated and attracted by the sight of her nakedness, by the way she was fucking back at his uncle almost as if he, Tony, wanted to have been in Uncle Ken's place on the couch last night.

Stop it, damn it, stop that kind of thinking! he cursed himself. Oh God, he was so confused today, so mixed up, he just didn't know what to do. One thing was certain: he couldn't stay in that house with his uncle and his mother much longer, not after last night. Suppose they decided to keep screwing one another, suppose his uncle invited her to move in there? Tony couldn't face them both day after day, knowing what he knew; he just couldn't.

But what alternative did he have? He had a little money put away, insurance from his father, that he intended to use for college in the fall. Maybe he could move out, get a little apartment of his own, find a job, and forget all about college.

The prospect of living alone didn't appeal to Tony much, and he really did want to go to State in September to pursue that Engineering degree. So he couldn't move out, he couldn't get a job or an apartment and live alone and yet, he couldn't stay on there at his uncle's home. What was he going to do?

And suddenly, out of the clear blue summer sky, he had the answer.

A slow smile spread across his handsome features. Of, course! It was simple, really simple. He remembered Debbie telling him once that her father, who was a wealthy building contractor in Westridge, had promised to give her a ten thousand dollar wedding present the day she got married. Ten thousand dollars! Why, he and Debbie could both go to college on that, as well as maintain an apartment, and when he graduated with his Engineering degree, he would be automatically assured of a high-paying job anywhere in the world that he chose.

He knew that Debbie loved him, he was sure of it, and he knew that he loved her – so that made it all right about taking the money from her father to set them up in housekeeping. But would she marry him if he asked her, would she marry him right now? He thought that she would yes, he was sure of it, she loved him, she would jump at the chance to become Mrs. Tony Clark.

That's what he would do, all right, he thought with mounting excitement. He would marry Debbie and move out of his uncle's place and leave his mother and Ken to do whatever they wanted to do. He would be free of them, on his own, and that would be the best way, the only way, for him from now on.

Ken was alone in his sprawling ranch-style house, working on a magazine layout for which he had been given an assignment by one of the largest of the women's slicks, when the doorbelly rang a few minutes past noon.

After he and Bette had eaten breakfast, he had told her that he had to get to work on the layout, which was due in the magazine's offices the first of the following week, and invited her to just lounge around by the pool all day. But Bette had expressed a desire to reacquaint herself with Westridge and environs, saying that she felt like taking a day's drive, and Ken had immediately offered her the loan of his new Pontiac convertible. She had thanked him profusely, kissed him warmly and passionately, and then left in the car, promising to be home in plenty of time for supper. He had told her to have fun, then had retired to his study to work on the layout.

Now he frowned as the doorbell sounded again. He didn't like to be interupted when he was working, especially when he was trying to meet a deadline. Reluctantly, he got up from his desk and went out to see who it was.

It was Debbie Mason, Tony's lovely black-haired girlfriend.

She stood in a provocative pose on the flagstone porch, wearing the same hot pants as the night before and a different blouse, smiling seductively at him. Her dark eyes traveled appreciatively over Ken's slacks-and-jersey encased body, lowering insolently to the front of his pants and lingering there on the faint outlines of his large manhood. Her gaze, Ken thought uncomfortably, contained an odd kind of knowing smirk, almost as if she knew some great and consuming secret about him. He felt his neck redden, and the same faintly flustered feeling rose in his stomach that he always seemed to get when around her.

He moistened his lips. "Hello, Debbie," he said, managing a small smile.

"Hi, Ken," she cooed in reply, her gaze caressing his face now. "Is Tony at home?"

"Why no, he isn't. I don't know where he is. Were you supposed to meet him here this afternoon?"

"Not exactly," Debbie said in her husky voice. "I just thought I'd see if he was home, 'cause it's pretty hot out now and I thought we could go swimming in your pool."

Ken swallowed into a suddenly dry throat, noticing that she carried a rolled towel under her right arm. Her smile now seemed almost obscene, again as if she knew some great secret which Ken was not privileged to know himself. "Well you're welcome to use the pool until Tony gets home, of course."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude," Debbie said. "I mean, if Mrs. Clark is here and she's swimming or something."

"No, she's not here either. She's gone for the day."

"Then you're all alone?"

Something in the tone of her voice caused his stomach to tingle momentarily, then he shook himself mentally and made his face stern. "Yes, I am, Debbie. Why?"

"Oh, no reason." She laughed softly. "Is it still okay if I use your pool?"

"Yes I guess so. You can change in the cabana."

"I know, I've been here before."

"So you have."

"Well, thanks again, Ken, I'll just go on around back."

"All right."

Ken watched his nephew's young girlfriend walk away toward the rear of the house, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the lithe, feline way she moved, the jiggling sway of her taut young buttocks, the long clean lines of her youthful legs. He swallowed heavily, moistened his lips again, then quickly shut the door. Damn, what was it about that little bitch that affected him so much? She was nothing but a tramp and yet, she had an exciting, forbidden allure that was like an aura of sexuality around her, reaching out and touching him like caressing fingers.

Ken went back into his study and tried to resume work on the magazine layout. But he couldn't seem to concentrate now, and after ten futile minutes he flung the pencil he was using to the floor, scraped back his chair, and prowled into the kitchen. He opened a beer from the refrigerator, drank some of it, then walked without even thinking about it onto the porch. The rattan blinds were drawn up, and he could see the provocative, lush form of Debbie Mason swimming in the pool, her tanned young body encased in a wispy bikini that did little to hide her large breasts, her flat abdomen and the tight, hot crevice of her budding womanhood below. As Ken watched, she pulled herself out of the pool, padded to the diving board at one end. Her body glistened in the sun, and her buttocks swayed tantalizingly, causing Ken's throat to go dry once again.

Debbie climbed up on the board, poised there for a moment, and he could see the way her breasts strained at the halter top of her bikini, the furrow of her pussy revealed by the tight bottoms. God, he thought, she's got a fantastic body for such a young girl, such a beautiful body! Ken realized he was sweating, realized the direction his thoughts were taking, and he turned abruptly away from the window as Debbie dove in a graceful swan dive into the cool water of the pool.

He went back to his study and once again tried to work. But visions of the lovely teenage girl outside kept intruding on his thoughts and again he couldn't concentrate. There was a curious fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach, and Ken was fully aware what it was; beginning sexual arousal. Oh God, no, no! he thought, but he couldn't deny the truth of it; his body, reawakened by his powerful lovemaking with Bette the night before, was screaming once again for gratification; one night's sexual frenzy, with the woman he now knew he loved, was not enough to satisfy the flames which were now burning like an inferno within him once more.

But he had to control the restless urgings of his sensual flesh, he couldn't make a fool of himself with that young bitch out in the pool. He loved Bette, it was Bette he wanted and not Debbie Mason, it was Bette he wanted to hold in his arms again, Bette he wanted to slide his hot, throbbing cock into, Bette, Bette, Bette!

And yet, even with the love he now felt for the lovely blonde mother, he was drawn as if by a powerful, unseen magnet by the alluring black-haired creature whom his nephew thought to be in love with. She seemed to be reaching out to him with her lustful body, begging him telepathically to come to her, to take her in his arms as he had taken Bette in his arms the night before.

A low moan of confused desire purled from Ken's throat. He tried to force himself calm, force himself to remain where he was until the feeling ebbed and passed – but then, as if with a separate will of their own, his legs were carrying him out into the kitchen again, through the kitchen to the back porch. He looked through the window, looked at the pool.

Debbie was gone; the pool was deserted.

Ken drew in a deep, tremulous breath. Had she gone home? Christ, he hoped so! He hoped so with all his heart and yet, he wanted her still to be there, he wanted to go to her, touch her Jesus, Jesus, why couldn't he control himself, why, why!

He had to make sure she was gone, that she was nowhere near, that she had grown tired of waiting for Tony and had simply departed without saying goodbye. Quickly, Ken hurried outside, walked past the pool, and stepped up to the entrance to the small dressing cabana on the opposite side. The door was slightly ajar, and he reached out and pushed it open, taking a step forward to peer inside as he did so. And then, as the sound of a shower spray hissing lightly onto the tile walls and floors of the single stall came to his ears, he froze in wide-eyed immobility at the sight suddenly presented to his eyes.

Debbie Mason, the provocative black-haired teenager, was standing almost directly in front of him, across the tile floor of the cabana, visible inside the open shower stall. Her tanned, lushly curved body was blanketed in a soapy film from the bar she held in one slim hand, rubbing herself briskly, humming softly. As Ken watched, in frozen fascination, Debbie leaned over, facing away from him, and presented her upturned, perfectly rounded ass-cheeks – the slim rippling flesh of her thighs and the softly hair-fringed slit of her young, tight pussy nestled between them – to his view.

She washed herself under the steady spray from the shower head, obviously unaware of Ken's entrance; unaware of his eyes feasting on her nakedness, his mouth open and wetly moist with the exciting sight of her nudity so close to him, so lewdly displayed as she bent over there in the stall. Her legs parted slightly as she dipped one hand between her legs, sliding the bar of soap up and down along her soft, tight crotch, the movement of her hand visible to Ken from where he stood, the creamy soap suds clinging to her soft cunt lips, her pubic hair. A tingling of delicious excitement coursed through his body, and he shivered as he stared at Debbie's voluptuousness, at the rippling muscles of her unclothed flesh. He told himself he had to turn around, walk away from there, get out before he completely lost control of himself – but he couldn't move, he could only stand rooted to the spot with the tingling growing stronger in his lower belly now, causing his cock to spasm into half-arousal in his pants, his balls to ache maddeningly with building sperm. Jesus, she was beautiful, so hot and small and beautiful!! What must the rest of her look like, her proud young tits, the flatness of her belly, the thin, sparsely growing triangle of her pubic mound, the front view of her young pussy.

The lovely, naked teenager stepped under the full force of the shower spray, and Ken watched the soap film disappear, leaving her in full clean nakedness for his fevered gaze. His mouth was dry now as he saw Debbie rub vigorously at her back, at her buttocks, at the darkened nether ring of her tight little anus, and Ken stifled a low groan of frustration and shame and mounting lust, the small of his back becoming almost alive with emulation of her vigorous movements.

Then Debbie turned off the spray and took a large towel, the one she had been carrying earlier, from where it was slung over the top of the stall side. She turned as she did, the towel covering her breasts and her lower abdomen as she stood in profile to Ken's feasting gaze. His imagination ran rampant, and he found himself urging her silently to pull the towel away, to let him see her tits, her pussy, he had to see all of her nakedness!

He took a convulsive step forward, inside the cabana now, straining to see her nudity, watching Debbie begin to rub herself with the towel, catching fragmented glimpses of her rich, firm breasts, her glistening pubic mound. Then Ken's breath caught agonizingly in his throat, his mind whirling with the mounting fever in his loins, his cock in full throbbing erection now, as he saw the towel lift higher, higher, revealing her belly, the black, black pubic triangle as perfect as he had imagined, shining with droplets of water, the soft petal-like lips of her young, tight cunt clearly defined beneath. She rubbed at her face and hair, undulating her hips lightly, unconsciously, as she did so, then lowered the towel to her belly, began to rub between her legs. Ken saw her breasts for the first time, the round, resilient mounds capped with large nipples, distended from the force of the shower spray in their nests of brownish-pink aureoles, and his cock ached and leapt wildly in his trousers.

Sensuously, his nephew's girlfriend massaged her pubic region, slowly manipulating the fluffy towel over her pussy, between her legs, up and down and back and forth, her lips parted wetly and her eyes half lidded at the delicious feelings of the towel between her parted thighs. Then the towel came up, like an eager lover, and she was drying her breasts, squeezing them together inside the towel, the firm flesh rippling as she pressed the twin globes together, released them, pressed them together again so that the nipples almost touched.

She kept this up for what seemed to Ken like an eternity, and he could feel his cock begin to secrete droplets of seminal fluid in his wild arousal. He was held transfixed, unable to move, unable to breathe, as the lovely black-haired teenager used the towel to make tantalizing, maddening love to herself, sliding up and down along her body, between her legs, rubbing over her clit, her breasts, back and under to her puckered anal ring, again and again. Ken's body was a seething cauldron of desire effectively blotting out all the rational thoughts in his mind, and his prick threatened to burst from the cage of his trousers.

Finally, sighing softly, Debbie lowered the towel, stood motionless for a moment, then tossed the fluffy square over the top of the stall side again. Then she straightened, stretched and started out of the shower stall. Run! Ken's mind screamed. Get out of here, hurry, before she sees you, before it's too late! But still he couldn't move, still he was held rooted to the spot, still his eyes feasted on her hips, breasts, pussy.

And then Debbie saw him. She stopped, momentary surprise making her rigid, her eyes blinking rapidly as she saw the flushed face of the handsome older man standing in the doorway. "Why, Ken!" she exclaimed.

"I… I… I…" He couldn't form words, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her voluptuous nakedness. His brain was a confused wasteland aflame with passion and fire.

Slowly, Debbie's lovely face curved into a provocative grin and she whispered, "You were watching me in there, weren't you, Ken?" she accused. "You saw me drying myself, didn't you?"

"Oh God, Debbie, I… I…" Again, Ken was at a loss for words. He wished, deep down, that he could turn and run, but it was as if some demoniacal force held him there, held him for the inevitable outcome of his voyeurism.

Debbie's eyes traveled in that slow, insolent way over his body, stopping on the jutting front of his trousers, the wet spot on the material where the head of his huge cock rested, and her smile widened. She felt arousal suddenly spiral in her belly and loins, felt her nipples harden even more as she stared at his burgeoning cock, and she remembered back to last night, to the huge weapon which he possessed burrowing wildly and hotly into the eagerly swallowing pussy of Tony's mother-remembered her own thoughts about the immensity of his cock and how much she would like to have such a wonderful hardness buried deep in her own belly.

Such a big cock, she thought wantonly, such a big hard cock he has and so handsome, such a fine hard body too and the way he's standing there, the way he's looking at me he wants me, he wants to fuck me, right here, right now! That's why he came out here, that's why he watched me taking a shower, watched me toweling myself and playing with my titties and my pussy. He's probably wanted me all along, wanted to fuck me with that big hard monster of a cock of his mmmmmmmmmm, I know I shouldn't but I want him too, I want him to fuck me, I want that huge prick of his deep up inside me oohhhh yes, I want it so much, my pussy is on fire with wanting it! Well why not? There's no one else around, why not let him fuck me? It'll be good, I know it will mmmmmmm, yes it will! Why not? He'll never tell afterward, he doesn't dare, and Tony won't find out.

Her pussy aflame with lascivious desire now, the lovely black-haired teenager moved forward, swaying her hips seductively, moistening her lips again and again with the tip of her hot, pink little tongue. Her hands came up, slowly, slowly, sliding along her sides, up and down, up and down, and then she was cupping her breasts, squeezing them lightly at her chest so that they seemed to bulge forward, beckoning to Ken. Debbie stopped directly in front of the sweating, aroused uncle of her boyfriend, standing very close to him, the hardened nipples of her lush young breasts almost touching his chest, her forward-thrust pussy almost touching the distended material of his trousers where his huge cock jutted forth.

She said, "I know what you want, Ken honey. I know why you were watching me. I know what you're thinking now."

"N-no," Ken stuttered.

"Oh yes, honey, I know. I know what you want to do, you can't fool me. I can see how hard your cock is there. I can tell that you're excited, I can tell that you'd like to shove that big hard monster of yours into my pussy. Debbie knows!"

Ken couldn't take his eyes from her voluptuous beauty, from the way she kept squeezing and manipulating her breasts, and his breath spewed forth raggedly from his nostrils. Oooooohhhh God help me! he thought miserably, on fire with lust for this beautifully formed teenage girl standing naked before him.

He took an involuntary step backward, but it was also a step slightly to the side and he found himself backed up against the cabana wall next to the door. His eyes bulged wide, but there was only half-crazed desire mirrored in them as the rushing, screaming lust ran rampant through his loins, flaming his brain. There was nothing he could do, nowhere for him to go, he was trapped here with this young teenage siren, his own nephew's girlfriend and it was just what he had wanted all along!

"Yes, you want to fuck me, I know you do," Debbie intoned, moving still closer to him. "You want to fuck me deep and hard with that fine big cock of yours, you can't wait to fuck me, honey, and I can't wait to have you fuck me. But first you're going to kiss me between the legs, kiss my pussy with your hot wet mouth. Yes, that's just what you're going to do, you're going to kiss and lick my pussy and then you're going to fuck me good and proper."

Her lewd, obscene words were like pokers stoking the fires of his desire and he was trembling and sweating like a man caught up in the fever of malaria. Blood pounded wildly in his cock, as if begging her to touch it, touch his prick, pull it free of his trousers and hold it in her hot little hand.

Again, Ken knew the feeling of demoniacal telepathy, for in that moment Debbie reached out a slow, tantalizing hand and touched the throbbing knob of his prick through the cloth of his pants. The touch of her fingers on his aching shaft sent an electric shock spiraling through Ken, and he moaned in excited torment. The black-haired teenage vixen stroked his shaft lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes as her fingertips slipped far between his legs, carressing the entire plane of his crotch. Then she was pressing up against him, rubbing her firm, young breasts hotly against his chest, her mouth seeking his, finding it, her tongue searing between his lips like a molten firebrand to fuse with his own saliva-drenched probe. Her hands dipped to his belt, opening it, and Ken was suddenly helping her, feverishly stripping himself, flinging his clothes uncaringly onto the cabana floor. Now he was as naked as she was, his thick, huge, blood-enraged shaft standing out at heavy right angle from his loins, quivering, seeping fluid from its glans opening.

Debbie stepped back, gasping in excitement, seizing his cock in both her hot, moist little hands, rubbing it maddeningly between her palms. "Oh Ken, honey sweet, it's beautiful, it's huge and beautiful and I can't wait to have it inside me! But first you have to kiss my pussy, I won't let you fuck me with that wonderful prick of yours until you kiss my pussy with your mouth and tongue."

Ken didn't care about anything in that moment except this alluring, provocative wanton girl whose lewd words were sending him into a frenzy of lust. He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hillocks of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh painfully. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her right hand stroked his cock lightly back and forth, sliding the foreskin over the swollen head, threatening to send the tremendous buildup of his cum shooting that very moment through his cock and against the hot, soft flesh of her undulating belly and abdomen.

"Kiss my pussy, Ken, kiss my pussy!" Debbie was moaning in frenzied abandon. "I won't let you fuck me until you kiss my pussy, hurry honey, hurry, it's on fire, it's on fire!"

Ken could stand it no more; he knew he had to obey. He hadn't tasted a woman's cunt lips since his wife Luci, many years ago, and yet the dim rememberance of the wild delights of such wicked, sweet smelling contact filled him with crazed passion. With a low moan, he knelt before the quivering flesh of the lovely, passion-incensed teenage girl, lips brushing her naked naval, his hands tracing down her tingling flanks. Debbie spread her palpitating thighs, wrapping her fingers in his thick hair, urging his head downward into the waiting hot wetness of her pussy as she groaned out her excitement to him. Ken's whole body was enveloped in searing flame as he buried his face in her soft, wet pubic hair, burrowing lower through the fleecy mound, kissing her hair, kissing the top of her wet, fiery furrow, extending his tongue now to blaze a trail even further downward, over her throbbing clitoris, licking it, dipping lower to lick into the wetly secreting crevice almost to the door of her desire-inflamed vagina.

Debbie moaned and flung her hips abandonedly at the delicious contact of Ken's tongue and lips on her aching pussy. Then she allowed her body to go limp, sinking down onto the floor, stretching out on the cool tiles with her legs spread as wide as they would go and pulled back against her breasts, presenting all of her churning, wet, hot cunt for him. "Hurry, hurry, Ken honey, oh hurry and kiss my pussy some more, slide your tongue up into my cunt, hurry, hurrrryyyyyyyy!"

Ken crawled between the widely splayed thighs of the passion-crazed teenage girl. His hot, moist lips mashed onto her vaginal lips with a small cry of delight, and his tongue lashed out like a molten probe, slipping deep, deep into her vaginal orifice in the ultimate kiss.

"Ooooooaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Debbie cried out in mindless lust, her body jackknifing convulsively, her legs drawn back ever further to mash her fervently quivering breasts to her young chest, hips lifting off the floor so that even more of her desire-flooded slit was given over to the slavering lips and tongue of the handsome uncle of her boyfriend. Her hands grasped his thick hair again, trying to pull his face deeper into her squirming, lust-soaked loins.

Ken continued his wanton tonguing of her moistly trembling young vaginal slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her full palpitating breasts, his mind totally committed to the act he was performing, no thoughts of Bette or propriety or his nephew penetrating the miasma of desire which had claimed his brain. He was reveling in the lewd tongue fucking of this young teenage vixen, squeezing and cupping her tits almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the confines of the cabana. Debbie clenched her small hands tighter in his hair as Ken's probing fiery tongue located the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris, and she whined sharply as he took the tiny bud between his sharp teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in small continuing circles. Her head began to roll from side to side in total abandonment, and the handsome uncle opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally fuck her, hard, hard, fast, fast, sliding his hot wet tongue up into her hungrily clasping young passage, listening to her making unintelligible whimpering sounds as he swirled and flicked it around the smooth, velvet-like interior of her tight, hotly pulsing young cuntal walls.

Ken slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they were now draped over his shoulders, the whole of her flowing vaginal plane in naked presentation to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft tanned buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her pussy. Debbie's cries of animal pleasure filled the cabana, and her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging hot tongue. Then he drew the member out and brought it licking downward in mesmeric desire to the secret, forbidden ring of her anus, totally lost in the sensual pleasures of his own body and his oral lovemaking.

Debbie sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, and flung her loins up at the older man as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the tiny constricted opening of her rectum, thrusting it into the tight rubbery hole, slitting it wide to accept just the small worming tip up inside. The lovely teenager's body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure, straining to cum, her mind chanting wildly now. Have to cum, have to cum, have to cum.

Abruptly, Ken withdrew his tongue from the writhing young brunette's anal passage and returned it to her now saliva-drenched cuntal furrow, and the dark softly curling fleece fringing her pulsing young pussy lips. He paused for a brief moment to stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her trembling high breasts at the twisted grimace on her lovely wanton's face, then lowered his head and resumed his slaving once more.

The voluptuous young girl writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue of Ken Clark until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her loins. Her head continued to flail loosely from side to side on the tile floor, grinding her crotch up into Tony's uncle's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising, cresting, and then she was there, she was cumming, she was cumming like a wild woman!

"Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed in rapturous delight and she locked her hands hard in Ken's hair, drawing his face into her exploding young cunt with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her widespread young pussy, inundating the older man's face and tongue, flowing down along her climatically flexing little rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness on the tile floor beneath her. She screamed again, and again, and Ken sucked and licked until, at long last, her cumming was over and she sank back with a long, satiated sigh, releasing his hair from her fingers and opening her orgasm drenched thighs to allow him to remove his head from between her limply collapsed legs.

Ken lifted himself onto his knees, his face contorted with lust, and his balls were a seething inferno of impending cum. The juices of her climax made his face shine like a grotesque mask in the sunlight shining into the cabana as he stared at the panting, glassy eyed teenage girl. He had to fuck her now, he had to release the hotly building cum from his balls! He had to shove his cock into her, fuck into her, pound his cock into her tight young cunt savagely until she begged for mercy. HE HAD TO FUCK HER!

"Ooooohhh Ken honey," she mewled, "that was wonderful, just the most groovy cum I've had in along time!"

"Going to fuck you now," he chanted mindlessly, "going to fuck your hot little cunt now, going to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

As fulfilled as she was, Debbie felt a renewed surge of desire at his obscene words, at the thought of accepting his hugely pulsating cock into her wet, hot pussy. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Ken, fuck me honey, fuck me good!"

He flung his body onto her, guiding his aching, swollen cock to the waiting, lust-soaked opening of the young girl's cunt. Then he rammed forward brutally, splitting apart the thin hair-fringed vaginal lips, shoving all of his huge hardened length deep along the wet, hot walls of her tight young cunt, slamming it hard off her cervix and causing her to cry out in fresh tremors of ecstasy.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh, that's it, honey, that's it, that's the way to fuck into me!"

Her hips flew up to meet his forward-thrusting ones, and his heavy sperm-bloated testicles smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her satin-soft buttocks, Ken sent his thick shaft even deeper into her hungrily clenching channel, feeling the inner-vaginal muscles nibble at it hungrily, and his own pelvis was grinding in a rapid revolving motion against her, sending his great cock soaring into her young teenage pussy in harsh, rapid strokes, slapping into her with increasing force. He drew his blood-engorged cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath clasping it so hungrily, then plunged down against her again until his heavy testicles once more slapped hard against her tiny working anus. The pressure was mounting, mounting, in his billowing scrotum, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming, of his filling of this wanton little bitch with torrent after torrent of his rushing hot seed.

Debbie began to toss her head from side to side in frenzied abandoned ecstasy, impaled on Tony's uncle's rock-hard shaft filling her so superbly, better than any cock had ever filled her before. Ken fastened his mouth, still wet with the lubrication of her orgasm, to the teenage girl's, tongue soaring into the warm wet grotto of her mouth, fusing with hers and rapturous little moans bubbled from Debbie's throat. She sucked at his tongue madly, trying to milk it as her pussy was trying to milk his pistoning cock, and her legs raised back even higher to receive his thundering shaft deeper inside.

"I'm I'm going to cum now, going to cum now, going to cum now!" Ken mewled in mindless bliss, pulling his mouth from the young teenage girl's and she gurgled out her agreement, her encouragement, her need. She was almost there herself, once again, a second cumming on top of the first, the first time in her young life anything of such mind-blowing delight had happened to her, and she strove with every fibre of her being for both their climaxes.

Ken increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as the lovely black-haired girl writhed nakedly beneath him, grinding up and down on his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards. He pounded deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving breasts until her head was framed between them. The tableau of her young, fiery crotch was now higher and wider open to his increased plunges, his drubbing of her pussy.

"Ooooohhh, ooohhhh, oooohhh!" she chanted, and then her second orgasm struck like a blow from a knuckled fist and Ken felt her pussy walls begin to secrete their warm gushes of wet sticky fluid once again, this time hotly around his plundering cock. She was cumming, he had to cum too, now, right now.

Suddenly then, Ken sensed his own impatiently churning sperm was about to explode through his cock to fill her sensuously flaring womb. She jerked wildly, spasming, the mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath spewing against his face in short, ragged gasps and then his climax struck fully and his balls erupted burning fire from within them, causing his body to tremble in wild, uncontrolled ecstasy. His juices spurted from the opening of his prickhead far and deep up into the lovely teenage girl's violently quivering recesses a never-ending flow which caused Debbie to moan in spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her belly quaked with the unleased pool of heated male sperm he was emptying into her, their orgiastic fluids mixing together and flowing out around his spasming cock to mat their pubic hair together and to form tiny white droplets on the tile floor beneath them.

And in their mindless fervor, neither of the wildly jerking, climaxing couple – not Ken and not Debbie – saw or was aware of the shocked, disbelieving figure of Bette Clark, just arrived home and attracted by their cries of lustful fulfillment, standing outside the open cabana door and staring in wide-eyed at their passion-locked nakedness.