Maybe later she would find that this was all a terrible nightmare, which would go away when she woke… but she knew, deep inside, that this wouldn't happen. Mentally she was crushed, physically she was bruised and sore, her genitals throbbing with a dull, persistent ache only slightly less than the ache in her heart.
Lani… Lani… Her mind molded itself to the sound of her beloved daughter's name, as it echoed in the tortured caverns of her mind. Her entire being was a vacuum, with only that thought occupying the shell of her voluptuous body.
Lani… I love you… Please God… love me!!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, where we going, kiddo?" Bob asked Lani as they walked quickly down the hill toward the Village.
"I don't know and I don't care. I just want to get the hell out of this damn place!" she answered with unabated fury.
"Ahh, calm down, Lani, it's not the end of the world, you know."
Lani whirled to him, with fire in her eyes.
"Well, it may not be the end of the world to you! It may just be another good piece of tail to you, you animal! But it's pretty Goddamned important to me!"
"Hey, I thought you still loved me," Bob said in an injured tone. "I thought you'd forgiven me."
"Well… I have. I guess," Lani said reluctantly.
"Look, it was all your mother's doing, just like you said," Bob lied. "She came down to the Pool while I was getting dressed. She paraded around and played with my cock and Christ, honey, you know what that does to me." A whine crept into his voice as he tried to worm his way back into the girl's good graces.
"Yeah, makes you fuck," Lani said, still angry.
"Well, sure. It makes me fuck. I'm a man, ain't I?"
They had reached the Village by this time, and Lani slumped against a tree dejectedly.
"Hell, I don't know what to do, or what to think, or anything," she said, a note of depression in her voice. "God, it's like the whole world has just been pulled out from under me."
Bob smiled to himself as he sensed the utter helplessness of the beautiful young girl. He felt safe now, amazed but relieved at Lani's blindness to his instigating role in the seduction of her mother. And it was only her irrational love for him that had closed her eyes to the truth, he knew. So he didn't love her, so what? His soul was a guilt free as a newborn babe's.
"Listen, kiddo," he said soothingly, "why don't we go on up to Moses' cabin. Maybe we can talk to him, and he'll be able to talk you out of it. You know, be an objective ear." Bob secretly relished the chance of telling Moses that he had gotten to Lani's mother before his friend had even had a chance.
"Yeah… I guess maybe that would help some," Lani admitted. "I guess I really do need to get it out of me."
Bob grabbed her arm, and turned her down a small path to their left, which twisted and turned down towards Moses' cabin. Reaching it, they knocked, and then walked in. The place was empty.
"Oh, that's right," Lani remembered, "Moses is up at the meeting hall. I left him up there when I went down to the Pool."
"Well, we can wait for him," Bob said, throwing himself down on the double mattress which lay in one corner of the room. "Come on over here," he added, patting the mattress beside him.
Lani moved to her muscular boyfriend, and looked down on him.
"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd hate you, you bastard." She smiled gently, and let him draw her down on the mattress. She kissed him passionately, and he felt his recently satiated cock stir unbelievably again at her tantalizing closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled her light blouse from her loosely fitting skirt, and teased a hand along the ridge of her spine.
"Oh, come on, Bob… not now," she said, breaking off her kiss and attempting to pull away from him.
"What do you mean, not now," he echoed, refusing to release his strong grip on her voluptuous body.
"I mean after what's just happened… you know," she answered.
"Then was then, kiddo, and now is now. But of course, if you don't want me to do this…" he sneaked his hand further up her back, caressing her seductively, "… and if this doesn't feel good to you…" he brought his other hand up and rubbed her braless breast sensuously through the light blouse, "… and if you really don't want me to do this…" he drew her to him and buried a teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin, "… then I'll stop. I really will."
"Goddamn it," Lani laughed, as he continued his maddening caresses, "stop it! You know I can't take that!"
"Mmmmmm…" was his only answer.
Lani threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her onto the mattress, covering him with her slender body. She laughed, and worked her hand up between their bodies to his crotch, and began kneading his semi-aroused penis forcefully.
"All right, big boy," she whispered with mock sexiness in his ear, "how do you like that, huh? Turnabout is fair play, you know."
Bob laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him to the mattress, his swelling cock already pressing painfully against his tight blue jeans.
He slid his hand up under her skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust under the narrow crotchband of her panties, he slowly spread apart the soft, fleshy pussy-lips of her moist, hair-fringed cunt. Lani lay back, holding her breath, offering no more than token resistance to his hands coursing over her body. Isle exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her now jelly-like muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly throbbing breasts, and her thighs relaxed and parted loosely as she rolled toward Bob with a low surrendering moan.
Her hand moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavy, lust-thickened cock. Her fingers, of their own volition, pushed his jockey shorts aside and brought the hard, fleshy rod out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.
"Ahhhh, that's it, baby," Bob grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser button, and allowed Lani to slide his pants down, and then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the mattress. She stroked and caressed his throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the angry red coronal rim, then she slid her hand down his long shaft to its base and then below, to reverently cup and squeeze his bloated testicles, holding them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautifully formed pole with tiny, nipping pressures. Her hips ground of their own volition down against the mattress and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from between her teeth.
Then, suddenly, a picture of her mother tying moaning under the manipulations of this same man, her boyfriend, crashed into her thoughts, and she paused, disconcerted by this unpleasant memory.
"Oh, baby… don't stop… don't stop!" Bob moaned.
She resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock, but her mind was on her mother. She asked herself wildly how she could be so sexually aroused, having seen Bob fuck her mother only twenty minutes before. She tried to sort out her confusion, but then her thoughts were drawn irresistibly back to the feel of Bob's huge, jerking penis, swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated gaze. She couldn't believe it, and yet it was true. She couldn't keep from touching his incredibly massive shaft, even though that shaft had so recently skewered her own mother's wetly writhing cunt, right before her very eyes!