Jeeeee-zus! thought Jenny, shaking her head in wonder. Annie was a clawing mass of lust now, the van rocking with her thrashes, her ass shuddering high off the mattress to carry Dan with her.
There was a sudden sharp series of raps on the door Jenny was sitting against. She leaped up, startled. "Oh Christ, the cops!" she whispered.
Dan climbed off gasping. "No, it's not the cops, Jenny. It's, urn, couple of friends of mine, you know? I thought maybe you and Annie might, uh, want to party a little, dig?"
Before Jenny could say a word, Ann was sitting up, her ripe tits heaving, her eyes on fire. "Yes! Lordy, Lordy, YES! Let them in, Jenny. Let them all in, I'll take 'em on if you won't! Party, party,party!"
Don gaped at her, wondering if she was nuts. Her voice seethed with vengeance and her fingers lewdly rubbed her pulsing crotch. Maybe it was the grass, although he'd never seen a complete switch in seconds like this before from marijuana. Well, hell, why complain?
"How about you, Jenny, you mind?" he asked his sister cautiously.
"Mind?" She grinned, reaching for the door handle. "What did you think, stud, you had the only cock in town? If Annie can swing so can I. Ready, Annie?"
"I've been ready since I can remember," she seethed. "Bring 'em on!"
In two hours, the girls took on seven strapping guys, Ann insisting on going down on each one first, her vulgar ranting becoming wilder as the night wore on, her feverish ass swinging more furiously with each encounter.
The innocent, sweetly smiling redhead lost a great deal more than her cherry that night. She lost every fragile illusion her parents had so strenuously wedged in her young mind with their endless preaching of hell and damnation for fornicating sinners. Left to her own natural passion, she would have lived out her life in a peacefully normal cycle, having affairs, getting married, raising children in her own image, finding contentment and deep sex fulfillment.
The seeds of her destiny had been sown years, perhaps eternities ago by her stem, holier-than-thou parents. Deep in her raging, bitter mind she already knew her inevitable fate: whore, switch-hitter, nymphomaniac, bizarre, endlessly hunting swinger. This first depraved orgy was only a preview of coming attractions.
When the last guy slipped out of the van, the laughing redhead raised her arms to heaven, welcoming hellfire and damnation and eternal holocaust. Her eyes blazed with defiance. She knew now.
The only hellfire and damnation that ever existed was right here on earth, in her parents twisted, fearful minds.
And if any angels ever bothered to come down and sing hymns for her, she'd damn well go down on them too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At precisely three in the morning Donna's eyes flew open, as though responding to some inner alarm. Her husband lay quietly sleeping beside her. Very faintly, she could hear the shower going down the hall. Dan or Jenny, but why this time of the morning? Curiosity, and a faint lingering excitement from her orgy hours before, prodded her until she got up and in her negligee went to check their rooms.
Very softly, Donna opened Jenny's bedroom door. Her bed was rumpled and empty. A funny time for Jenny to be taking a shower. She was passing Dan's door when a hunch stopped her, an eerie, shocking suspicion. Softly she swung his door open.
And his bed was rumpled and empty.
One of them wasn't even home, obviously.
Her blood racing, the brunette hurried down the hall to the bathroom door. She turned the knob, finding it locked. For a minute Donna stood there, her lush breasts rising and falling with wild excitement. It couldn't be! Her handsome, strapping son was wild with girls, admittedly, but not his own virgin sister! The whole idea was just impossible.
Or was it?
Quietly, she slipped back into her bedroom and taking care not to wake her husband, she found a long sewing needle. The lock on the bathroom door was a modern one, locking from the inside knob, but it could be sprung through a tiny hole in the outer knob with a pin, for emergencies. People falling asleep in the bathtub, threatening suicide, or simply refusing to come out.
She returned to the door and, her fingers trembling with profound excitement, Donna inserted the pin and turned the knob. Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside the bathroom.
The spray of the shower, the muffled giggles and sharp whispers behind the glass shower door, the fuzzy outline of two naked bodies groping – Donna's mind reeled.
The mother in her took over first.
She quickly slid open the shower door. Jenny was facing the tiled wall, her palms pressed high against it, her legs spread. Her brother was groaning, driving his immense red shaft into her cunt from behind. In a split-second the depraved scene etched itself on Donna's mind, her two beautiful children obscenely fucking as their naked bodies glistened under the spray, Dan's powerfully muscled, Jenny's sleek and tanned and lushly curved…
And overpowering Donna's maternal horror and revulsion was an intensely fierce excitement, a dizzying wave of lust that almost forced her to leap into the shower with them and hug and kiss and suck both of them, wallowing in their young hot flesh with delirious abandon.
A split-second later Dan's head jerked toward her. Instantly, his body froze with his erection halfway in Jenny's pink pussy. His face paled and his jaw dropped.
"Keep fucking!" Jenny moaned, wriggling her ass impatiently. "Come on, Dan, fuck me!"
Then she turned her head and saw her mother, her eyes widening with shock. "Oh Jesus Christ," she whispered, paling. "Oh, shit!"
Donna reached in and turned off the spray. Her voice shook. "Go to your rooms, both of you. Wait for me there."
She whirled on her heel and went downstairs, pouring herself a straight double shot of gin. She gulped it down. The obscene spectacle must have been a dream. Not sweet, innocent Jenny, certainly not with her own brother.
The fact that she secretly planned to screw both of them anyway as soon as she could manage didn't dim the shock, which was too swift for her to grasp. But as the liquor fired her lust she saw the situation for exactly what it was: a golden opportunity. Her son's prick had been enormous, gorged with power – and still unsatisfied. Jenny would be primed too.
Quickly, Donna downed another double shot of gin and then went up to her son's bedroom. She slipped inside and shut the door softly behind her. He lay on the bed with a towel draped around his waist, casually smoking a cigarette. She went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling with uncontrollable desire.
"I guess the shit is gonna really come down now, huh, Mom?" he said, grinning. "Dad will freak out and throw me out of the house. It was my fault, Mom. I did it. Go ahead and tell me what a filthy bastard I am and get it over with."
"You – seduced her?" Donna whispered, staring at the bulge beneath his towel. He'd gone limp.
"No, Mom. I raped her at first. After that… To tell you the truth, she'd been raping me ever since."
At least, Donna thought with relief, her lovely daughter had lost her cherry to someone in the family. No clumsy strangers for her precious children.
"Well, what're you gonna do?" Dan asked impatiently. His mother was staring at him in a weird way, her eyes burning.
Donna took a deep breath. "I'm going to do what I've wanted to do for a long, long time, Danny. Just remember to keep your voice down to a whisper."
With a soft moan, the panting brunette slid her hand beneath his towel to find his thick hot prick. She began jerking it rapidly in her warm fist, her other hand undraping the towel, her blazing eyes watching his rod swell enormously in seconds.
"Jesus Christ, Mom!" Dan whispered, eyes bulging in disbelief. His own mother! She was suddenly standing and slipping her negligee off and Dan caught his breath, his eyes raking over her proud luscious tits and creamy thighs. What a piece!