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ear.
"I know you're young, your body is tight and firm, that he prefers you,
but
I have two children who would be hurt deeply if our family is torn apart.
Take his money, his passion, even his affection, but please.....I beg of
you.....leave me my husband."
In answer, Claire felt the girl's hand rise to her breast, fondle the
nipple
and gently squeeze as their lips met again.
"I wish I knew your name so I could express my gratitude properly, but
thank
you young lady, whoever you are.....thank you!" said Claire through
tears.
Again their lips met and Claire Walker felt in her heart, at that moment,
that this was truly a woman she could love.
Drummond awakened and there was yet another intensive round of sexual
feasting which Claire now joined without reservation.
As her efforts almost matched those of the young mystery woman, her
husband
was both pleased and puzzled as to the cause of the sudden increase in
his
wife's sexual appetite.
At three a.m. , the orgy over at last, Laura kissed her father and mother
deeply, picked up her long discarded lingerie and moved to the door. She
stood in the doorway briefly, again outlined against the hallway light
and
blew them a kiss before silently slipping into the hall and closing the
door
behind her.
"You know I'm going to want her again," said Drummond.
"I know," came the quiet submissive reply, "I know."
CHAPTER TEN
Over the next several weeks, Laura visited her parents bedroom almost
nightly. Her sexual prowess continued to amaze both her father and
mother.
Claire remained ignorant of the girl's identity even though she commented
twice to Drummond that , in certain ways, their mystery lover reminded
her
of Laura.
Drummond, on the other hand, was developing more and more a taste for his
daughter instead of his wife. As their threesomes continued, most of his
attention was focused on the girl. Claire still tried to join in and
Laura
still made love to her, but Drummond obviously preferred the nest, mouth
and
rear of the succubus who visited them in darkness. Several times Drummond
had invited Shanti to join them for a foursome, but it became painfully
apparent to Claire that Shanti was there to occupy her so Drummond could
devote his full attention to his young lover.
Claire despaired of Drummond's withdrawal of affection, but could only
hope
the young girl would keep her promise and that eventually Drummond would
rediscover her.
Drummond was careful, but his sexual advances toward Laura were not
confined
to nocturnal trysts in a darkened bedroom.
They often would exchange coy smiles at the dinner table or elsewhere.
While
Claire was out shopping one Saturday, Laura left the bathroom door
unlocked
for him and he joined her in the shower. She smiled to herself as
Drummond
climaxed in her, for only minutes earlier, in her bedroom, Jody had left
his
seed in her after she first amazed him by swallowing him entirely as she
had
learned to do that first night with her father.
Shanti had warned Laura to be careful, that he father did not know about
Jody yet. She was still a bit uncertain as to how Drummond would react to
know that his son was not only bedding down his daughter, but his lover
as
well.
Jody knew, however, of Laura's nocturnal rendezvous with her parents.
Shanti had had to explain why Laura was no longer coming to Jody's room
at
night. The boy was, at first, indignant, jealous even, but resigned
himself
to afternoon and early morning trysts with Laura. She, on the other hand,
continued to visit Jody when he requested and while she had to admit she
enjoyed making love to Shanti and her mother, it was her father who was
best
at satisfying her carnal cravings.
It was a Sunday afternoon, Early summer showers were falling outside.
Claire
was helping with a church bazaar in town. Drummond had finished reading
the
paper and tuned in a ball game on TV, but he felt restless. As the screen
faded to a commercial featuring a beautiful young model in tight jeans,
his
mind drifted to Laura and the possibility of an afternoon delight. Since
the
downstairs was deserted, he walked upstairs and knocked on Laura's door
lightly. There was no answer. He thought maybe she might have gone to the
bazaar with her mother, but as he turned to leave, muted but unmistakable
sounds drifted to him from Jody's room. Pausing outside his son's room,
he
put his ear closer to the door. No one spoke, but the sounds were clear
and
evident.
Shanti had finished folding some clothes and was on her way out of the
upstairs bathroom when she saw Drummond poised at Jody's door listening.
Realizing what was probably going on in the boy's room, she started to
say
something to the father to distract his attention momentarily, perhaps
give
Jody and Laura a chance to hurriedly dress and somehow convince Drummond
of
their innocence.
It was not to be, however, as before Shanti could open her mouth, the
father
burst open the door to find two naked bodies, one with his phallus buried
deeply in the vagina of the other.
"Jody! Laura!" was all Shanti heard before the door slammed shut. From
the
end of the hallway she could hear voices, first Drummond's, then Jody's
and
finally Laura's, but they were distorted by walls and distance and she
could
only make out a word or two, nothing to indicate what was really
happening.
Seconds dragged into minutes. The voices died away. She had been
expecting
the father to burst from the room in anger, yet, so far, that had not
happened. Shanti crept down the hall to listen at the door. Her face
broke
into a smile as she heard soft grunts, moans and heavy breathing.
Silently,
she turned the knob and opened the door a crack. Laura was on her all
fours
in the middle of the bed, taking Jody's cock down her throat while
Drummond
alternately filled her nest and rear from behind.
Quietly closing the door and walking away, her smile widened as Shanti
thought to herself that this was one problem which seemed to have solved
itself quite nicely.
As the weeks wore on, virtually all of Laura's attention shifted to her
father. Jody really didn't mind, however, as Shanti began visiting his
room
on a regular basis and as good as Laura had been, Jody found this
mysterious
Creole with the body of a centerfold and an unlimited imagination a very
ample substitute for his sister.
Shanti observed the young Walker girl and her father on several
occasions,
noting that their sexual infatuation had turned to a warped combination
of
love and lust. Laura was hopelessly in love with her father who returned
her
affection in proportion to what new and outrageous sexual position or
technique she could think of or borrow from Shanti, who seemed to have a
never ending supply.
Shanti marveled at how easy it had been for a young, inexperienced woman
with a body only marginally attractive to take Drummond away from Claire.
Their darkened bedroom threesomes had become twosomes with a heartsick
wife
lying beside them, as Drummond and Laura would often make love for most
of
the night. Despite the promise she had extracted, Claire knew she was
losing
Drummond. Day by day, week by week, they shared less and less and not
only
in the bedroom. Their long and leisurely dinner conversations which she
had
so enjoyed were now just inane small talk until Drummond could finish the
meal and get to other things. She was thankful that at least he was
spending
time with the kids, especially Laura who seemed to fawn upon him more and
more. But, Claire's mind would always return to the mystery woman with
whom
Drummond was obsessed.
One night had been especially heartbreaking. Soon after the lights had
been
turned out and the naked figure had joined them in bed, the girl had
climbed
atop Drummond and begun to ride him especially vigorously. More in jest
than
anything, Claire had spoken into the darkness for the girl to slow down
or
she would give him a heart attack. He had slapped her hard. Not the
erotic
slap of the games they used to play, but a vicious bruising slap which
knocked her off balance and she rolled off the edge of the bed hitting
the
floor hard.
His laughter came out of the darkness.
"Why don't you just spend the night there for all the good you are. If
this
little lady screws me to death then at least I'll die with a smile, not
having to reassure a tired old middle aged woman that she's still good
looking enough for me to want to fuck!" Claire burst into tears.
"Oh, why don't you just get the hell out and leave us alone!" he sneered
over her tears.
There was total silence as Claire rose and awkwardly felt her way to the
door. She paused momentarily as an idea flashed through her mind.
Turning,
she reached out and flipped on the light. Perhaps the girl was ugly,
perhaps
if Drummond saw her, he would no longer be making love to a fantasy, but
to
a flesh and blood mortal and perhaps she could compete with a mortal.
Perhaps she would know the woman and could shame or threaten her with
exposure to get her to agree to cease these ever more erotic orgies.
The girl had anticipated what Claire might do, however, as the light
revealed only the sheet drawn over the head and body of the woman, only a
portion of leg was left uncovered as she sat astride Drummond.
He laughed again at her to remind Claire she had been outwitted as well
as
outperformed in bed.
The tears were rolling steadily down her face as she flipped out the
lights
in frustration and closed the door behind her. As she ran toward the
stairs,
she paused and considered going to Laura's room, awakening her and
confiding
in her daughter. She knew, however, what disastrous consequences it would
have upon the family and so, discarded that option. She also thought of
talking with Shanti but her self vilification was so strong, her
embarrassment from failing as a woman so deep, she turned and fled
downstairs where for the first time in seventeen years, Claire unlocked
the
liquor cabinet and found refuge at the bottom of a bottle.
Upstairs in the darkness, the urgent whisper of a young female voice
found
Drummond's ear.
"Deeper, Daddy, deeper! Yes, DEEPER!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Claire's drinking worsened. She began in early morning and continued
throughout the day, never straying far from a bottle so that by bedtime
she
was usually in a complete stupor.
Drummond noted her return to alcoholism largely with indifference. It did
take a bit of explaining as to why they had to turn down a number of
social
invitations, but it also meant that Claire was usually passed out,
either in
the spare bedroom or on the couch downstairs by the time Laura arrived
for
their midnight trysts and he therefore had his daughter all to himself.
Shanti decided it was almost time for her to move on. Just a couple of
more
things to take care of.
It was a weekend and Laura having just returned from town, couldn't wait
to
share the news with her lover. She asked Drummond to visit her room that
afternoon. He was still wary of Claire's finding out, but these days she
continually walked around in a fog, hardly aware of who or what was
around
her, so he agreed.
Shanti saw him slip into Laura's room and listened at the door for
several
minutes, also fascinated by Laura's news. As always, clothes were
eventually
discarded and the two began to indulge themselves in what was now an
almost
daily occurrence.
Shanti hurried downstairs and began folding clothes in the laundry room
while keeping a lookout for Claire. Some ten minutes later, she spotted
Claire ambling toward the stairs, drink in hand.
"Excuse me Claire. If you're going upstairs would you mind dropping this
off
in Laura's room. I'm right in the middle of doing laundry and she said
she
needed it today."
In her alcoholic daze, Claire didn't question the request.
She took the sweater and slowly started up the stairs.
"Oh yes," said Shanti, "if you will, tell her I will sew that button
back on
her blouse as soon as I'm finished here. Thanks."
As she reached the top of the stairs, Claire started down the hall but
paused at her own room to collect her sewing kit.
In her own misery of the past few weeks, she had seen precious little of
Jody or Laura. It might be nice to stop by and sew on the button herself,
perhaps talk a bit.
She was nearing the door when she heard their sounds of passion. Through
the
alcohol, she was, at first, simply puzzled.
Then, as awareness began to dawn, a rush of adrenaline from the shock of
what she was hearing, teamed with the alcohol gave her the courage to
burst
suddenly into the room.
Drummond lay between Laura's outspread legs, buried in his daughter's
nest.
Both were perspiring profusely.
"M
Y GOD!.....DRUMMOND!.....LAURA!" Drummond withdrew from the girl but
made
no effort to cover himself or dress. Laura seemed embarrassed at first,
but
taking her father's lead, simply crossed her legs and turned to face her
mother.
"Yes, Claire?" said her husband, his voice steady and in control.
"You've......you've......." Claire stammered, the liquor still impeding
her
articulation.
"What? Been making love to our daughter. You're absolutely right!"
"But......but.....why would you......?" asked Claire, revulsion and anger
building.
"Because she and I wanted to. Can you think of a better reason?"
Claire's mouth dropped open as she looked from her husband to Laura, who
smiled confidently, and back to Drummond.
"But Laura.....our daughter!"
"Is quite frankly the best lover I've ever had. She's much better than
you
ever were Claire. She just keeps getting better and better!"
"You mean......"
"Oh my, yes! Dozens of times by now!" Claire's sense of outrage at
Drummond
was reaching the breaking point. She still considered Laura a victim, no
matter what was said and to think she had passively let another woman
share
their bed because she felt guilty.
"You might as well know it all Claire. I'd like to introduce you to our
mystery lover!" Drummond took Laura's hand and as she stood, she
curtsied.
Her father's arm went around her and the two stood naked and defiant
before
the gasping mother.
"You?.....Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" Images flashed back to their oral
encounters, the young body and her own feelings and of how much the