"Damn you!" Joe snarled. "You're a prude!"
"Maybe so," Marcella said, succeeding in pushing him away from her. "Come on, Joe," she added, her tone softening, "let's make love nice!"
He angrily grasped her and twisted her about, until she was pitched forward, over an arm of the sofa. Her ass was aimed into the air. Its fleshy cheeks were framed by her white garter straps and the dark bands at the top of her hose.
Joe jerked her thighs apart so that one leg extended out to the floor. He landed behind her on his knees and quickly pushed his pants and shorts down. He drove his hard prick into her upturned pussy, spearing it all the way to his dangling, hairy balls.
Beth stared from a point of vantage which permitted her to see between her father's legs, to watch his thick column stroking in and out of her mommy's hair-fringed hole. She watched her daddy's balls shake. She saw how wet his cock was getting as he pumped up and down, pulling the little red lips of her mommy's pussy outward, then folding them back inside as he drove all the way, socking his belly noisily against Marcella's ass.
So that's how people fuck! Beth thought, shocked and excited by the blatant display of raw lust. That it was her own gentle parents behaving in such a wild and wanton manner startled the child all the more.
This was bound to be a day and night that Beth would never forget.
"Oooh, yes!" Marcella cried, bumping her cunt backward against her husband's savage plunges. She wiggled her sumptuous ass. "That's sooooooh gooooood!"
Joe just grunted, angry in his lust because she hadn't given him the thrill he had most wanted. If he could just once feel her warm, wet mouth around his prick and watch her pink lips pump up and down on it, he would be the happiest man on earth, he thought. But she continued to deny him that supreme pleasure. She probably always would.
He fucked into her none-too-tight cunt with brutal vengeance, and Marcella seemed to enjoy it, despite his roughness.
Watching, Beth was frightened for her mother.
That must hurt awful! the young girl thought. How does Mommy stand it?
Beth didn't see how she herself could ever let a man or boy drive his long, hard thing into her. Her pussy was so small and tight that a man would surely rip her to pieces doing that.
The fear put a damper on the vicarious excitement Beth had been enjoying up to that point. Still, she continued to watch, spellbound by the sheer animal lust which her father and mother displayed.
Marcella was bobbing her ass atop the sofa arm, pushing with her feet against the cushion and the floor, bracing her hands against the floor, as well. Her hair hung completely over her face. Her breasts dangled and swayed like tolling bells.
Joe was clutching her bare hips and driving for dear life into her soggy cunt. His shaft gleamed slippery wet each time it flashed out. His balls had pulled into a knot at its base.
Beth's eyes burned from staring. Her tense throat ached with dryness.
Aren't they ever going to stop? she wondered as her parents fucked on and on.
"Uuuh… uh…! Ooooooooh!" Marcella cried, and her ass shook, vibrating like jell-o. Waves of luscious warmth spread through her.
Her cunt spasmed around Joe's cock which was still pumping within it. But because Marcella's pussy wasn't the tightest in the world, her orgasmic contractions didn't bring him to climax. However, his stimulation was heightened by her obvious pleasure, and he speared her even faster and stronger. His hips bobbed as briskly as they could go. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his head turned light.
His whole being was concentrated on his driving cock as he pumped into Marcella with fiendish zeal. He slapped her quivering ass. He cursed.
Finally he came with an explosive burst which shook him. He growled raspingly and emptied his passion in spurt after quivering spurt within his wife's still-quaking cunt.
He flopped over her back, breathing hard. She was panting, also.
"Oooh, what a fucking!" she said.
Beth could have uttered an amen to that. It was the most savage and frightening act she had ever witnessed between human beings.
She never wanted it to happen to her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You're going to the beach again today, darling?" Marcella asked as she spread jam on her toast. "My goodness, you'll get your skin too brown."
"Do I look as if I got too much sun yesterday, Mother?" Cathy retorted, annoyed.
"Well, no," her mother admitted. "And you were out there a long time. How did you manage to protect yourself?"
"I wasn't lying under the sun every minute," Cathy said, nibbling at her breakfast.
That's right – you were lying with that lifeguard in his tent letting him do the awful thing I watched Daddy do to Mommy last night! Beth thought.
Somehow her parents seemed different to her that morning, though they behaved as usual. In her mind's eye, she kept seeing flashes of them fucking – her mother's big bottom stuck up in the air while her father vigorously speared it.
"Do you want to go to the beach again, too?" Marcella asked Beth.
"Sure!" the twelve-year-old eagerly replied. She thought of Gary and his friends and the great pleasure they'd given her without getting rough.
"Oh, Mother, do I have to take her?" Cathy asked, frowning.
"You most certainly do, dear!" Marcella said. "Beth has as much right to enjoy herself on a vacation day as you do. And be careful to see she doesn't get too much of a burn."
"Well, I've got to take off," Joe said, wiping his mouth on a napkin as he rose from the table. He was dressed in a suit, white shirt, and tie – his regular uniform for the office.
He gave his wife a quick kiss and patted Beth on the head. He smiled at his young daughter fondly.
Beth had to force herself to return his smile, remembering how brutal he had seemed with her mother the night before.
"You listen to your mother now," Joe said to Cathy. "Behave yourself at the beach, and watch out for Beth."
"Yes, Father," Cathy said.
He patted her affectionately in passing.
Cathy got up and went to her room. Beth dreamily finished her breakfast, wondering if she would meet Gary and those other nice men today.
The girls arrived at the beach earlier than they had the day before, and there was no one near their favorite spot – except for Boyd, who was perched on his tower with a white sailor hat turned down to shade his face.
"I suppose you're going to mess around with him as usual," Beth sniffed, indicating the life-guard.
"I wish you had somebody to mess around with," Cathy snapped back. "But, of course, you're not old enough."
"Oh, no?"
Cathy squinted at her baby sister. "Well, you aren't! But maybe you can find something to do, besides just playing with those dumb dolls of yours on the sand. Why don't you go where you got that Coke yesterday, wherever it was? You heard what Mother said about not staying out in the sun."
Beth remained silent. She didn't want to just walk up to Gary's apartment. That would seem too forward. She hoped he would see her and come out, as he had done the day before.
Cathy waited, studying her. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Just sit here, I guess."
"Oh, shit!" Cathy said.
"Ummm! That's a naughty word."
"So what? I wish you'd please go somewhere. Now that Boyd and I have the beach all to ourselves, it would be nice to stay outside in the sun."
"And fuck right out in the open?" Beth asked.
Cathy blushed. "What makes you think that's what we do?"
"I know about those things," Beth said, looking down as her bare toe drew a curlicue in the sand.