"Oooh, God! You're so hard, so big I'd like to take it into my mouth and suck it… let me kiss your cock, lover!"
Donna was stunned, unable to believe that she had heard the words correctly. Her daughter, talking about that man's penis, about taking it into her mouth and it was too horrible and repulsive to believe!
"Oooooohhhhhh… ooohhh, honey! Your mouth… breath… so warm… ohh, yes! Lick it like that," she heard Ward's voice saying. "Aaaahhh… the way you make your lips… so tight around it! Yes, yes, yes… ohhh, Sheri… your tongue! Yes! Oh, suck it, baby, yes, ohhhh!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"God that feels good! Ssshhh! Don't suck so loud… ooooohhh, wait… no you don't… get that beautiful little ass over here… there! Your cunt's so warm and wet… I want to finger-fuck it while you suck my cock!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
"God, ohhhhh! Yes, like that! Oooohhh, suck it baby!" His voice rose to a gruff whisper, and on the other side of the bedroom wall, Donna stood petrified, unable to move. She was fascinated by the sounds of sheer lust coming from the next room. "Oooohh, God! Your hot little mouth is like butter… ooooohh!"
Donna's hands began to tremble, and she ran her tongue around and around her lips, moistening them from the terrible dryness she suddenly felt. She wanted to back away from the wall, from the cabin, and escape the terrible obscene sounds that were so near. Her mind was filling with vivid images of what was happening in the next room, and it seemed so clear, so precise, she felt like she was looking right through the wall. It was awful. Her own seventeen-year-old daughter… certainly not the innocent girl she had believed her to be… doing things that she herself had never even imagined doing! The horrified young mother was immobilized by the sounds, by the involuntary thoughts of that older man's muscular body stretched out nakedly on the bed, his penis erect, its blood-swollen head sunk up inside the moistly sucking oval of her daughter's mouth, and her long blonde hair lying across his stomach, kneeling over him and performing the terrible, unnatural act of fellatio while he finger-fucked her innocent young vagina.
His voice, gasping and groaning seemed to echo through the wall, "Oooohhh… don't let it slip out of your mouth… ohh, God, honey!"
A lewd slurping noise seemed to penetrate the entire cabin. "Ooohhh, lover! My cunt's on fire… let me get up over your face so you can lick me… lick it! Ohhh!"
"MMMmmmmmmm… uuuugggghhhh!"
"Like that. Yes, yes!" Sheri wailed. "Oh, God, your cock's so hard, so warm and wet against my tongue… Mmmmmmm, that's so nice!"
Donna's mind was screaming at her to run away, but, her body wouldn't obey her mind. She was transfixed by the words her ears were hearing, the obscene sounds of sexual pleasures she hardly knew existed! It made her feel strange, as if she wasn't standing there at all, but was somewhere else, dreaming that she was hearing all this.
"God! Oooooohhh… your teeth… so sharp… ooooh!" Sheri was crying out in ecstasy now. "Yesss, oh, oh, oh! Yeeessss, lover, yeeessss!"
"Sheri… I've… got to… fuck you… NOW!" Ward Murdock was gasping, his voice coming unevenly, slurring out his words. "Got to… put it in!"
"Yes, yes… do it to me like in the film, lover… from behind like the dog in the film… slowly!" And Donna gasped again as she heard the lewd, unmistakable squeak of movement in the bedsprings.
"From behind?"
"Yes, yes! Put it in my cunt… there!"
"Oh, baby… your ass… cunt… so goood! Looks so good with you kneeling in front of me like that!"
"Ooooohh… slooowwwlllyyy… oh, God, yes yes yes! Fuck me good… ooohh, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"
Donna could feel a cold sweat dripping freely down her body beneath the folds of her nightgown. And between her tightly clenched thighs, she could feel her pussy tingling, quivering in a strange way, like it had never done before. It was beyond her understanding, her mind, body, every nerve and fiber mesmerized into a state of sensual shock. It hadn't been like that even on the nights she had succumbed to her own weakness. These sounds were too arousing, beyond all rationality, and reason somehow was not important. As if controlled by an outside force, the confused mother moved automatically, her own intense and demanding physical need all that mattered.
Her left hand began to move down along her body to the narrow curve of her waist and across her stomach to rest on her own swollen pubic mound, then exploring, rubbing back and forth across the soft material of her nightgown and then up underneath it as her fingers searched lewdly between her trembling thighs. A strange exciting wetness seeped from her cuntal lips, running freely from her lust-inflamed pussy. Her right hand came up to cup one breast, squeezing and kneading the tiny nipple into painful tautness through the restrictive nightgown.
The moaning from within the next room was almost incoherent now, as daughter and boyfriend thrashed about wildly on the bed in sinful intercourse. Donna gathered up her nightgown, bunching fold upon fold of its silky material in her left hand and drawing it farther and farther up around her firm, white thighs to expose the lightly curling pubic hairs covering her pulsating cunt. Holding the gown bunched at her waist, she lowered her right hand slowly over her stomach to her hotly steaming pussy and began to massage it as she had done before, knowing it was perverted and wrong, but powerless to stop herself. Pressing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding wetly along the moist hair-lined slit, she found her clitoris and gently began teasing the erect little nerve-end with her fingernail, feeling waves of all-consuming sensual pleasure ripple through her body. She dipped her finger still lower, insinuating it into the tight opening of her moist, inflamed cunt, and began pistoning in and out while her thumb rubbed rapturously across her swollen clitoris.
"Ooooohhhh, keep on, lover. Don't stop!" Sheri's voice seeped through the wall.
"Something new… you'll like it… wait!" came Ward's muffled reply.
There was a small cry of protest and the unmistakable squashing sound of an erect cock pulling from a passion-drenched vagina. Donna heard them moving on the bed, or were they merely moving up and down?
"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass-hole, baby. You'll like it!" he said, his voice tense and straining.
"Oh, God, yessss! Put it in my ass-hole. Fuck my ass-hole, darling!" Sheri cried.
"Uuuugghh. God, you're tight back here!"
"Aaagghh… it hurts… hurts, so good! Don't stop! Aaagghhhh!!"
Trembling, Donna shut her eyes, the lurid image of what was transpiring on the bed in the next room surging through her mind. She could picture her young daughter bent over, kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air, her hands spreading the twin cheeks wide and exposing the little brown ring of her anus to the lewdly waiting cock.
"Ooohh… yesss, ohhh, yesss!" Sheri groaned. "All of it, lover. Hurt me. Jam your cock all the way up into my ass!"
How could she? How could her own child allow such an obscene and unnatural act to be done to her? Donna groaned in helpless torment. She heard the older man's lunging gasps as he drove deep into Sheri's defenseless ass-hole. She imagined his stiff cock ramming into her teenage daughter's tiny puckered anus, skewering it mercilessly as the full length of his heavily elongated cock fucked in and out of the tight rubbery little hole.
"Oooohhh, yesss. Oooohh, ooohh, oooohhh!" came the terrible sounds from the next room. But as much as those sounds and the lewd images in her brain were shocking her, they were also stimulating her beyond reason.
The bewildered young mother was caught up in the frenzy of the moment, her entire body trembling with unwanted excitement. She dropped down onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom, her glistening thighs splaying wide. A rush of cool air moved across her steaming cunt, giving her a new thrill of ecstasy, and she squirmed a second finger in next to the one already working there. The wet sucking noises of her desperate finger-fucking pervaded the master bedroom, as her voluptuous body heaved and jerked in time to the rhythmically moving fingers between her open thighs, and the tight flooding walls of the passage pulled and sucked hungrily at her buried fingers.