Chapter 1

Carol looked at the kitchen wall clock as she heard the door of Kit's Chevy slam. She was home a little earlier than usual...

Carol stared into the half finished salad as she put down her paring knife. She dreaded the coming session with her daughter, but there was no way to avoid it.

"Hi, Mom--what's for dinner?"

The cheery greeting made Carol smile as she turned to see her pretty blonde daughter. "Kit, you're as bad as a man. The first thing you're interested in when you get home from work is food."

The girl laughed. "I guess you're right. That's what Daddy always asked about first, wasn't it? Well, I don't blame him-- what are we having?"

Carol pretended to be angry. "Hopeless. You're absolutely hopeless. I don't blame Jack for being disgusted with you. I can say one thing for your father--he was interested in food, but there was another subject that he was even more serious about..."

The mention of her boy friend's name made Kit suddenly serious. "Oh, Mom--let's don't even talk about Jack now. The more I think about it all the more I see that it wouldn't work. I guess I should feel lucky that I found out about his tastes before we got married. It would be terrible to have found it all out afterwards..."

Carol was displeased with herself; she had not intended to bring up that subject until after dinner. But suddenly she decided to go ahead with it. "Kit... honey, sit down for a minute while I finish this salad. I want to talk to you about something... about Jack. Maybe things are not nearly as bleak as they seem."

The young girl looked at her mother closely, puzzled by her words. "Oh, Mom--you just don't know. You weren't there. I haven't even told you everything he said--all the things he wanted to do. It was just awful. It still makes me shiver to think about the things he likes."

"Kit--sit down. There are some things we have to discuss. I had intended to do it later, but we may as well do it now. Sit down."

The young blonde made no further comment as she put her purse on the table and slipped gracefully into a chair across the table from her mother. Carol had been standing as she prepared the salad and she too sank into a chair. For a moment mother and daughter looked at each other without speaking.

Carol took a deep breath and plunged in to a task that she did not relish. "Honey, I talked to Jack last night. I went to his apartment, in fact..."

"Mother! How could you? How could you do such a thing? I don't want you to go to him begging him to take a girl that he's obviously not satisfied with..."

"Oh, cut it out, Kit." Carol's beautiful face wore an unaccustomed frown. "It wasn't like that at all. Wait until you hear the whole story. You're going to be damn glad I went before this is all over. Or do you want to peck a typewriter in that silly real estate office until some boy with no more money than you have marries you and gives you four or five babies in a row? Now hear me out, and look at all this from a realistic point of view for a change... "

Almost an hour later Kit was still dazed as she stood up and moved uncertainly toward the coffee maker on the stove. "Mom, I... I just can't believe it. Any of it. That you want to give your body to him, or that he would want both of us under those circumstances, or that you would expect me to go for a plan like that. Us living there and having him take both of us. It... it's perverted."

Carol shook her head wearily. "Give me another cup of coffee, too. You're so stubborn you've given me a headache. Kit- --it's not perverted, it's practical. You've got to see that."

"Practical? That's a funny word for it." Kit poured both cups and slumped back down in her chair. "Mom, what you're telling me is that I should marry Jack, and let him fuck me while he uses you for all the other kinds of sex that he likes. On nights when he didn't fuck me you'd suck his prick or let him fuck you in the ass or anything else he wanted. I'm using your words now; my vocabulary doesn't seem to be complete enough to cover the situation..."

"Kit--do you love Jack? If you do, you should see this as a way to avoid losing him. I admit it's a little unconventional, but the point is that you're in love with an unconventional man. And, believe me--it won't be long until your point of view changes and you see things the same way he does. That will happen, I promise you it will. And when it does you'll thank me for the rest of your life for not letting the whole thing blow up in your face now. All this is if you love him, I mean... if you don't, I don't want any part of it, either. Damn it, do you love him or not?"

Kit was suddenly very quiet as she stared at her mother. When she finally spoke her voice was so low that it was almost unintelligible.

"Yes, Mom, I do. That's the trouble, I do love him..."

The drive had been a silent one. Carol did not force a conversation; she realized that, despite a firm decision, her daughter was still torn with doubt as her crucial moment approached. The plan did ask a lot of the pretty young girl...

"Gee, it feels funny to be coming to Jack's apartment like this. I've been there once, and he fucked me, and you've been there once, and he fucked you. And tonight he wants to fuck us both--in front of each other. It's weird. You can say what you want to, but it's unnatural. 1 know it is."

Carol restrained her impatience as she pulled into a parking slot. She tried to remember whether the Lincoln next to her was the same one she had parked by before. Then she turned her attention back to the increasingly nervous girl at her side. "Oh, honey, relax. Relax and enjoy what we're going to do. After all, baby, sex is about the nicest thing there is, and you can take my word that Jack is far above average. I suppose in a way that's what's caused the problem. Well, better a man a little oversexed than one undersexed. So just relax and enjoy it when he gets that big prick in you. Believe me, that's a feeling that you should savor, not dread..."

Kit opened her mouth and then decided that the chances of making her mother understand were negligible. And, though it was hard to admit even to herself, she was thinking about the exquisite sensations that she would again experience. If only it were not under these circumstances...

The pretty young blonde sighed as she got out of the car and closed the door.

"Kit, I have to admit I'm a little surprised. Pleasantly surprised. Somehow I didn't think you'd go along with your mother's plan." Jack was grinning as he brought the seated women their drinks. "Martinis again, if that's okay with you two. Seems like I've been on a martini kick for a month."

The young girl was silent as she accepted her glass. Carol spoke as she took hers. "This suits us, Jack. I like martinis and Kit drinks very little anyway."

"I may get drunk tonight. I may have to take all this." Kit's voice was petulant.

Jack looked at her narrowly. Her attitude was not what he had hoped for; obviously her acceptance of the situation was grudging. She would have to be shown the error of her ways; the sooner she was made to understand her exact place in the scheme of things the better for all concerned.

His voice was friendly, and at first both women missed the veiled threat in it. "Kit, baby, you don't seem too happy about it all. Now, I want to be sure--do you or do you not want to take part in your mother's plan? Answer carefully."

Kit's voice sounded slightly cross. "I'm here, aren't I? I don't pretend to like everything about the situation..."

"The crucial point is whether you accept it, not whether you like it. You'll come to like it, in time... Now--the point at the moment is that I'm not entirely satisfied with your attitude and I intend to change it. As a first step in that direction I want you to understand more clearly your place in all this. Stand up, Kit. I want you to raise your skirt, slip your panties off, and show me your cunt."

Jack's unexpected demand shocked both women. Kit stared stupidly at him, too numbed to reply. Even Carol did not react with typical promptness; her first thought was that Jack was not handling Kit in the right way.

"Kit--I told you to do something. Is it possible that you failed to hear me?"

The startled girl finally found her tongue. "Jack! What's wrong with you? How can you say such things--and in front of Mother?"

The man closed his eyes in disgust for a moment, then took a long sip of his drink before he replied. When he spoke there was a weariness in his voice. "Alright, Kit. I'll go through this one time, and no more. If you want to marry me you'll have to accept me as I am, because I have no intention of changing, at least any further than the concessions that I've already made. You know what those concessions are--I've agreed that I'll expect only straight fucking from you; the refinements I'll get from Carol. But I do expect to be obeyed without question when I tell you to do something. What I want now involves only a look at your cunt; it certainly does not violate our agreement. Kit, you have to decide, once and for all. Either you'll have to do what I want, without questions and delay, or we'll have to forget the whole thing. Am I loud and clear?"

Carol held her breath; she was not sure that Jack's severe attitude would work. Kit had never been completely sold on the whole plan...

Kit stared into her lover's eyes as her mind struggled to evaluate the alternatives. He was clearly asking for a sexual situation that she found revolting, but somehow this did not seem to alter her basic need for this strange man... And obviously he would tolerate no further half measures and indecision.

She really had no choice; her mental threshings were beside the point. Kit lowered her eyes when she spoke. "Alright, Jack... whatever you say. I just hope you won't take advantage of me. I never thought I'd give in to a man like this..."

Jack Ames recognized the pretty young girl's final capitulation. He showed neither surprise nor pleasure. "Alright then, Kit. You know what I want you to do."

Kit made no reply as she looked at him for a moment, then put her drink down and slowly got to her feet. Dressed in a clinging knit minidress, she faced him, then moved slightly away from the couch and turned again to him.

"Is... this alright? Can you see what you want to from there?"

Jack sounded impatient. "See what, Kit? Damn it, among other things you've got to learn to use the language. What is it that I want to see?"

Kit was surprised by her own lack of hesitation. "My cunt, Jack. You want to see my cunt. There--is that the way you want me to talk? Alright, I'll do it. I'll show you my cunt..."

The pretty young blonde suited action to her words; she slowly pulled her short skirt up to her slim waist, leaving her loins protected only by sheer panties. But that protection was brief; after a moment she hooked her thumbs in their waistband and started them on a slow journey down her long, tapering legs. Finally Hey were a little puddle of material on the floor at her feet.

Kit stepped out of them gracefully, then bent over to pick them up. When she straightened she instinctively brought the panties in front of her triangle of curly blonde pubic hair.

But even before Jack could speak the young girl anticipated his reaction to her automatic modesty. She flung the panties to the coffee table in front of the couch and turned to face the man directly.

Jack smiled faintly as his eyes roved over the blonde curls and the pink vaginal lips that those curls only partially concealed. He remembered Carol's pubic hair; the two beautiful females were as alike as could be expected for mother and daughter. Finally he looked up into Kit's eyes. "Nice, Kit-- very nice. At least as far as I can see. I really can't tell much about your pussy. Come a little closer and spread your legs and then open your cunt with your fingers. I fucked it, but I haven't really seen it..."

Kit felt her body respond to the peculiar sensuality of the scene that Jack was creating. The things he asked were still vaguely repugnant to her nature, but those feelings were fading into the background to make way for more erotic reactions. And those reactions were present; Kit felt a familiar throb in her vagina and she sensed that her nipples were becoming hard and sensitive in the confinement of her bra cups. Damn--he hadn't even touched her...

"Come on, Kit. Spread your legs and open the lips a little. Your cunt looks good enough to eat--an act which, by the way, you can expect to see me perform on your mother's cunt. I have a feeling it won't be long before you realize what you're missing. That's it--good. Move your legs just a little further apart. Fine. That makes your cunt lips separate a little bit. But not enough--take your fingers and pull them a little wider, then after I have a good look I want you to put a finger up your cunt as far as you can. What about that, darling--do you like to finger fuck yourself?"

The question brought back a wave of embarrassment and caused Kit's face to flush. It had hit home; Kit had used her fingers in the past as a means of solitary pleasure...

She did not answer as she brought both hands between her spread thighs and held her vaginal lips apart with the fingers of one while the forefinger of the other hand gently invaded the little crevice of her femininity. Kit felt mortified; this was beyond question the most lewd, brazen thing she had ever done. And yet it was also certain that her libido was responding wildly; her vagina was moist and sensitive and she knew that a caress of little clitoris would send her over the brink of orgasm almost instantly. And she sensed that the intensity of her reaction was more because she was masturbating herself in front of Jack and her mother than from the act itself...

And Kit was not the only person aroused by the sight of her fingers in her own vagina. Without taking his eyes off the superbly feminine sight in front of him Jack spoke to the older woman seated beside him. "Carol--honey, this daughter of yours has got my prick hard. Come here and get it out and see what you can do for it. But go easy--I don't want to come this way..."

Carol was entirely willing to comply with the man's request. She had also responded to Kit's enforced lewdness, and to a greater extent than she had thought possible. She was glad to have a male object to focus her attention on.

Carol moved closer to Jack as her eyes went to the pronounced bulge in the crotch of his trousers. You're big already, she thought. The sight of Kit's cunt was all it took...

Jack now had more than visual stimulation. Carol's soft hand closed around his penis under his trousers and began to squeeze and pull the hard organ.

"Damn, Carol--get it out. Don't jack me off in my pants. Get my prick out and play with it."

Carol was happy to perform that service. She drew her hand slowly out of his clothes, bringing with it the firm shaft of his penis. Her little white hand automatically pumped slowly as her eyes feasted on the male sight.

And Kit's eyes were large and bright as they, too, focused on her lover's penis even as her fingers continued to work their magic on her own vagina.

"Oh, Jack, I... I never thought..." Kit's words ended in a self-conscious blush.

Jack's attention went again to the young girl masturbating slowly and sensuously in front of him. "You never what, honey? Never had a good look at a man's prick before? That's the trouble with quick fucks in the back seat of a car--the kind of fucks that 'nice' girls give their dates. You can never do the job properly like that. And if there's anything that justifies being done right, it's fucking."

As he spoke Kit continued to finger her vagina in front of him while Carol slowly pumped his penis in her clasping hand. She felt the familiar wetness in her own vagina and almost envied her daughter's opportunity for relief...

Then Carol felt Jack's hand cover hers and halt her manipulation of his penis. She looked at him in surprise, but his words brought quick understanding. "Hold up, Carol. You're making me come along too fast. Tell you what, let's all go in the bedroom and undress. This time I want to see your body; the other time we never did undress when you sucked my prick." He paused and turned to Kit, who had stopped the movement of her fingers in her vagina, but had not removed them. "You, too, honey. I want to see you. I had you undressed when I fucked you, but in deference to your maidenly modesty I left all the lights off. This time I want a good look at both of you, and I want you to get a good look at me and at each other." Jack paused again and turned back to Carol, who still had her hand clasped around: his erection. "Of course you did get a good look at my prick, I guess, when you sucked it. Well, you'll get a chance to see it again. But not while you suck it; I think we'll do something different this time. Come on--let's go to the bedroom."

Carol finally released him as they stood up. Kit took her finger from her vagina and let her skirt drop, but she made no move to recover her panties from the coffee table where she had thrown them. Her emotions were mixed; she dreaded the coming encounter in a way, but she was also aware of a need for relief for her aroused body.

The trip to the bedroom was a brief and somewhat ludicrous looking one; Jack took the arms of the two apparently fully dressed females and guided them to his bedroom with his erect penis waving cheerfully in front of his trousers...

Once in the masculine bedroom he began to undress quickly. "Okay girls--strip. Let's make it quick this time. There'll be times in the future when I'll want to see a slow, teasing job of it, but not now. I'm already worked up; I just want to get my prick up a cunt."

Kit was less nervous than she had expected to be, but she was still embarrassed by the prospect of undressing in the brightly lighted room before her lover and mother. But her hesitation was more than offset by her very real physical needs, and she began to remove her dress without undue delay. She was glad that her panties had already been removed; she knew that they would have been soaked by now by the vaginal fluids of her arousal.

Carol also undressed quickly. She, too, was aroused, and she was anxious for the man to get the full impact of her lush body. Their previous encounter had been a somewhat odd-ball one; she could not recall a previous instance in which she had given a man complete satisfaction while fully dressed... Carol's minisheath and then her panties and bra were quickly stripped off of her lovely body and thrown carelessly on the thick carpet.

And then all three people were nude. Jack's eyes went from mother to daughter and then back again as they feasted on the exquisite femininity at his disposal. The two women were both voluptuous and lovely; Kit was what Carol must have been a decade and a half ago. And Kit would be extremely lucky if she resembled her mother fifteen years from now... The thought flicked through Jack's mind that it was possible that he would still have these two females at that time...

Then his immediate physical needs snapped his mind back to the present. His penis was so hard that it almost hurt...

"Well, I have to admit that you two are quite a pair. Carol, your plan looks better than ever, assuming that Kit is properly cooperative, of course." He paused and grinned as he looked at the pretty young girl's lust filled face. "And I have an idea she will be, because I think she needs a good fucking as bad as I do. That right, honey?"

Kit blushed a shade deeper, but she looked at Jack squarely. "I... I am worked up, honey. I... yes, I want to be fucked. Please fuck me... I want your prick up my cunt. Please..."

Kit's frank words caught Jack by surprise and made his penis twitch. He had expected to have to force her to use such language, but apparently the pretty girl was so aroused that she used it instinctively...

"Kit... don't worry, you're gonna get fucked. Right now. I was going to... hell, that can wait. Right now I got to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Come on to bed, sweetheart..."

Jack held out his hand to Kit and escorted the lovely girl the few short steps to the bed in a fashion that would have seemed ludicrous to a disinterested spectator. But it was likely that such a thing as a disinterested spectator was a distinct impossibility; certainly Carol was far from disinterested as she watched the man take her nude daughter to the bed. Completely out of the action for the moment, Carol moved closer to the bed so that she could see the coming events. She was not even aware that she was standing in a slightly ungraceful position with her legs slightly apart and one forefinger already in her wet vagina...