Chapter 5

"... do the best I can. But Jack, damn it, you're going too far too fast. If you really want Kit to respond, ease up for a while. Besides, this will break your agreement with her..."

Carol closed her eyes in disgust as she listened to her son- in-law's rationalizations. It was increasingly clear to her that Jack's perverted desires were changing for the worse. The man might actually be flipping...

She changed the phone to her other ear. "Alright, I said I'd try. But I think you're pushing too hard. If you'd let up a little and let Kit have a little time to adjust... alright, damn it, I'll do what I can..."

Carol was seething as she hung up the phone. The bastard was going too far... She looked at the clock on her dresser and saw that Kit would be home in a half hour. Filled with dread of the coming evening, Carol rose slowly and walked toward her bathroom. A warm bath might help a little...

But nothing could make the evening ahead much easier. It would be hard even to tell Kit about it.

Carol looked woodenly around the kitchen. The last thing she felt like doing was preparing a meal, and yet the activity might help keep her mind off the whole mess. But she knew that it could not really help; nothing could keep the terrible situation that she and Kit were in out of her consciousness. She had been able to think of nothing else for the last week, and things were becoming steadily worse...

"Hi, Mom--am I late? I intended to fix dinner tonight... Mom, you look funny. Anything wrong?"

The woman turned to face her pretty daughter. "You surprised me, baby--didn't hear you come in. You look good..."

Kit studied her mother intently. They were too close to each other to effectively hide their feelings, and, though neither had spoken of it, their sense of closeness had intensified since their night of enforced lovemaking. Each had both feared and hoped that they might have to make love again...

Kit hesitated. "Mom... something's wrong. I can tell. You better level with me." A sudden thought crossed her mind. "Has... has Jack been home this afternoon?"

Carol smiled, a little grimly. "No, nothing like that. Nothing wrong with me." Suddenly she realized the futility of hiding anything from Kit. She might as well be told now...

"I did talk to Jack. I... he called, mostly about his plans for tonight, I guess." She paused and looked at Kit's intense face. "It seems that he's dreamed up something new for us. All of us, I guess."

Carol saw a shadow flick across Kit's pretty face. "Mom-- what are you trying to say? Do you mean Jack's got a new sex caper of some kind?"

Carol looked away from her daughter. "Yes. And it's pretty far out. Seems he's bringing home some new equipment for tonight." She turned back to Kit. "He's got some dildos, and he's... well, he's rented a dog--a trained dog--to join our little happy home for the evening."

Kit seemed much less shocked than Carol had anticipated. "Dildos? You mean--for us to use on ourselves? To fuck ourselves with? Well, I don't like it, but I suppose it's one of his milder notions..." She paused, and seemed to be thinking. "What about the dog? What does he want with him... ? Oh! Mom-- you don't mean..."

Carol nodded. "Exactly. That'll be a new one for me, too. I've heard of it, but I've never seen it."

Kit was shocked. "Mom--you mean... you mean he intends for the dog to... to fuck us? Oh, God--surely not!"

Carol's voice was tired. "I'm sure God has nothing to do with this or with anything else that goes on in that perverted mind of his. Kit, honey--Jack's mind is perverted. I don't like to say that about your husband, and anyway I guess it sounds funny coming from me, since I dreamed up this whole nightmare in the first place. But that's the point--he's gone beyond what I proposed, and he's going farther beyond it all the time. Kit-- Jack is sick, and it won't help anything to refuse to recognize it. What he's talking about for tonight clearly breaks his agreement with you, and he admits it--he doesn't seem to care. Baby, I'm not trying to push you; after all it's your marriage. But you better take a long, hard look at things. The way I see it the whole mess is going from bad to worse and going fast..."

Kit listened to her mother like a little girl being lectured about her playmates. "Mom, please... let up on me. I... you're probably pretty close to right, but what can I do? Besides leave him, I mean. Maybe I ought to leave him, but... well, I'm just not ready to do that yet. It may come to that, but I want to give it every chance to work out. I... I keep thinking that he'll begin to change in the other direction. Oh, Mom--maybe I'm a fool, but remember I did love him, and I guess it's not all dead yet. Give me a little more time to work with him..."

Carol made no reply as she stared at her daughter's lovely but distressed face. She knew that it was useless to argue with Kit at this stage; she simply was not yet ready to recognize the obvious. Well, in that sense maybe the evening ahead would serve a useful purpose--it might make Kit finally see Jack as he really is...

"How do you like them, darling? This is a pretty expensive set. You notice that you have an assortment of sizes and that some of them have an attachment for this belt arrangement so they can be worn by one woman to allow her to fuck another woman. What do you think of them?"

Kit gazed at the collection of dildos with a kind of morbid fascination. In an expensive leather covered and felt lined box, the imitation male organs were clearly fine examples of the dildo maker's art. About half seemed to be made of a fairly soft plastic and the rest revere a harder rubber...

Kit looked up from the box into the eyes of her husband. She saw in his eyes hints of vague, undefinable things that had been there before. Kit knew that her mother's feeling that Jack was undergoing fundamental changes was at least partly right, but she refused to admit that the situation was beyond salvage. It was up to her to try to save their marriage, even if it meant submitting to things that were beyond the scope of their agreement...

"Honey, you're a thousand miles away. I asked you how you liked your dildos. They are yours; they're a present from your loving husband. I'm sure you won't be selfish with them; I know you'll share them with your mother..."

Kit tried to control the revulsion she felt as she looked down into the box again. Damn--why would a woman want to use something like that on herself?

"How about you, Carol? Do you like Kit's little toys? I'm sure she'll let you use some of them." Jack paused. "Come to think of it, we'll use them a little right now. Just as a starter, both of you stand over here and pull your skirts up. Come on--over here in front of the couch. Right here--facing each other. A little closer together, but not too close. Okay. Now--pull your skirts up and slip your panties off. Come on, move when I tell you to do something. Get those skirts up and your panties off. I want to see your cunts..."

The two women faced each other as they self-consciously began to comply with his orders. Kit could not bring herself to look into her mother's eyes; besides her natural embarrassment she also felt a sense of guilt, a certain responsibility for the situation because she had refused to follow Carol's advice. And the evening was probably going to be a rough one...

"Good. Good. It's always good to see cunts as pretty as these no matter how many times you've seen them before." Jack's eyes traveled from Carol's thick blonde pubic hair to Kit's somewhat thinner but equally silky curls as both women stepped out of their panties.

After a moment he again picked up the box of dildos. "Alright, girls, for a starter I want you to each pick a dildo and use it on yourself a little. See how it feels. I know you've both fucked yourself with things before, but you'll find these much better than anything except a real prick. Carol, you may have used a dildo before. Have you?"

Carol tried to keep her feelings out of her voice as she replied. "NOW Jack, I haven't. I've never had one, and I've never needed one..."

His reply was a hollow laugh. "Oh, come off it. Any woman can find use for a dildo; no one man can fuck her as much as she wants unless she's undersexed. And I'm pretty sure you've never had that problem. Well, hell--let's have a little less talk and a little more action. I want to see a couple of these up your cunts." He held the box between the partially nude women as they held their skirts above their hips. Both Carol and Kit stared down at the objects with a fascination they could not control.

"Well, go on--both of you pick one and we'll give them a try. This is a little one sided--all I'll get to do is watch. But that's me--old unselfish Jack. Go on--pick one out."

Both women finally did make a selection. Each took a medium sized example and slowly removed it from the box.

"Good. Those look like they ought to do the job. Well, you know what that job is. Spread your legs so you can get them in your cunts. You'll probably have to lick them to wet them unless your pussies are already wet enough. Be your own judge of that. Well--come on. Don't just stand there and look at them..."

Carol moved first. She raised the plastic organ to her lips and tentatively protruded her pink tongue to moisten it. The action produced an odd feeling--she felt at once a little foolish, somewhat embarrassed, and undeniably aroused...

The sensation that resulted from her tonguing of the object was also strange. She had no illusions about its genuineness; only in the most indirect fashion did it resemble actual oral love to a male penis. And yet there was a definite sensuality involved; imitation or not, the fact remained that she intended to put the thing in her vagina and produce an orgasm through its use... and in front of her daughter and son-in-law...

"Come on, Carol--let's see it in your cunt. Spread your legs a little more and kind of bend your knees if you need to. There--that makes your cunt lips spread a little. Now, take one hand and hold the lips apart while you put it in..."

Carol felt a flash of anger. "Damn it, Jack, you don't have to tell a woman how to jack herself off. I know what to do without your instructions."

But his sudden smile made Carol realize that her protest was self-defeating. Any sign of resistance only increased the man's pleasure. And so Carol came to the conclusion that she had reached so many times before--her best course was to cooperate fully and get the whole episode over with a minimum of friction...

She made herself smile at him as she reached between her legs and spread the lips with the fingers of one hand. Without further hesitation she changed her grip on the plastic, flesh colored dildo and brought the head of it to the lips of her femininity.

"Oh, gosh..." The soft exclamation came from Kit and made Carol look once more at the pretty girl who stood with her own legs spread in an almost mirror image of her mother's lewd position. Kit's eyes were locked on the organ that was slowly working its way into the warm depths of Carol's body.

"Feel good, Carol? Feel like a real prick up your cunt? Tell us about it, honey, and do it in detail..."

The beautiful woman standing in the undignified but sensual pose with her legs spread and an artificial penis almost fully into her vagina made herself continue to smile as she looked back at the man who was responsible for this whole ridiculous but erotic scene. "Yes, it feels good, Jack. Partly because I'm all worked up, I guess. Oh, it doesn't actually feel like a real prick, but it seems to have kind of a special feeling all its own. And the feeling is pretty similar to being fucked--I guess if you were in bed by yourself with the light out it would be pretty easy to imagine that somebody was fucking you..." Carol's words were merely what she thought that Jack wanted to hear, but the dildo did produce a reaction in her aroused body. She gradually worked it into herself to full depth and then left it motionless as her vagina acclimated to the strange but undeniably welcome stranger.

And then Jack turned to his pretty young wife. "Kit, darling, what are you waiting for? I want to see your dildo go up your cunt, too. You may need it more than Carol does; when I'm away you can't fuck with anybody else like she can if she wants to. Unless I tell you, you can, that is. And by the way I've got something in mind along that line that you ought to really like, at least after you get used to it. But we'll go into that later-- -right now I just want to see you fuck yourself. Go on, honey-- get it in your cunt, just like your mother did..."

Like her mother, Kit accepted the notion that, for the present, compliance was the best policy. And she also knew a certain curiosity and even need--her libido was aroused, and the thing in her hand offered the only immediate means of relief... Kit closed her eyes as she reached beneath herself and spread the lips of her vulva, then brought the head of the dildo between them. She had not moistened the shaft, as Carol had done, but her vagina was now so wet that it seemed unnecessary...