James Butler - The beast in me

"Look at 'em go!" Ruth shouted happily. "Look at those kids go!"

"Oh, God! Fuck, Patty! Fuck!" Chuck was lurching his hips off the floor, thrusting his dong upward into his sister's hammering cunt. "I can't hold it too long! Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, jeez!"

"Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!" Patty had her nose and mouth pressed tightly into Sharon's smooth, creamy valley. She slurped greedily at the delicious gash as she bounced frantically on her brother's pole.

"Eat me, Patty!" Sharon cried out. "God! Eat me! Stick your tongue in! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Lord! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! I can't stand it! It's so beautiful! Aaaggghhh! Lick it! Lick it!"

"Pppaaattyyy!" Chuck yelled, "I can't hold it any longer! Oh, God! Patty! Jjjeeezzz! Ungh! Ungh! Aaaggghhh!"

The boy hunched up and jerked violently as his pecker erupted in Patty's cunt. White cream flowed out past his embedded pole and ran over his balls onto the rug.

As the hot cream spewed into her pussy, Patty's climax erupted and she shoved her tongue deep into Sharon's cunt, moaning in ecstasy. "Uuunnnggghhh! Uuummm!"

"My God!" Sharon screeched. "Wwwaaahhh! Patty!" She trembled all over with orgasm. She pressed her thighs tightly against Patty's head and arched her back off the table, shouting with happiness at the thrill of it all. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Wwwaaahhh!"

It was several minutes before the children began untangling. Patty got to her feet, dripping cum from her cunt. Sharon slowly lifted her limp body, eased off the table, then staggered to a chair to sit down. Chuck lay motionless under the table, gasping for breath.

"I think that's about enough for right now," Ruth said. "Let's go take a nap, Allan. The kids can clean up. I'll fix dinner when we get up."

Allan nodded. "Okay. Chuck, you take care of the camera and lights, will ya? Patty, you be sure and take a douche before you put your clothes on." He drained his glass and set it down. "C'mon, Ruth. Let's go to bed."

Sharon waited until Patty returned from the bathroom then went in to wash her cunt off. When she finished and looked at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror, her eyes showed the sadness and disgust she felt at what she was doing.

"I've got to get out of here!" she whispered to herself. "I've just got to! I don't want to turn into what they are!"

She opened the door and walked dejectedly back to the living room where she began putting on her clothes. When she was dressed, she slumped in a chair and closed her eyes, wishing she could forget everything that had happened. If her mother and Jack ever found out what she'd been up to, they would disown her. She was rubbing her eyes and feeling a crying jag coming on when she heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it," Patty called from the dining room. A few seconds later she said, "Sharon, it's for you. Will you come to the door?"

Sharon got up and hurried to the entrance, wondering who it would be. When she saw Barb standing on the step, her heart sank. The girl was one person she didn't want to see right now. She tried to put a smile on her face as she stepped outside and closed the door behind her. "Hi, what's new?"

"What's new with you, you mean!" the blonde said sharply. "You were supposed to call me, remember? We were going to the show."

"Oh, Jeez! I'm sorry. I forgot all about it."

"Well, are you going or not?"

"I don't think so. We haven't had supper yet. Maybe tomorrow, huh?"

Barb peered at her friend with a frown. "Hey, Sharon! What's the matter? You look terrible!"

"I know. I don't feel too good." Sharon brushed her hair back and sighed. "Let's ride over to the park on our bikes. I need some fresh air."

The girls climbed on their bicycles and pedaled silently through the quiet residential streets to the large city park a few blocks away. Sharon was lost in thought. The events of the last few days were heavy on her mind, and the constant wrestling with her conscience was making her exhausted. By the time they reached a bench under a cluster of trees, she had decided to tell Barb everything.

"Sit down," Barb said sympathetically. "Let's just shoot the shit for a while."

Sharon dropped down onto the wooden plank of the bench with a sigh. "Barb, I'm gonna tell you some things. But I want you to promise you'll never say anything to anybody. Not anybody."

"I promise. God! You know me. We're friends, aren't we? Go ahead. Spit it out."

"Okay." Sharon leaned back against the table, stared out over the vast expanse of green grass, and began telling her tale. She left out nothing from the moment she had arrived at the Morton house until that very moment. Several times she hesitated, but then plunged ahead, wanting to purge her soul of the entire experience. When she was through, she couldn't look at her friend.

"God!" Barb gasped. "Oh, wow! Honest to God, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't believe it! Jeez! And you thought they were such straight people!"

"I know," Sharon said sadly. "What am I going to do? I can't control myself when I get started. God! When I see their… cocks I just go crazy!"

Barb nodded. "I can imagine. You know, I didn't tell you everything about Don. I went down on him too, the night that he fucked me. He shot off in my mouth. Jeez, that tasted good! Every time I see him now, I want to unzip his pants and yank it out and start sucking on it. Kinda crazy, isn't it?"

"No, I don't think so. You really mean it, don't you? You like it."

"Hell, yes! What's wrong with that?"

"I don't know," Sharon shrugged. "I guess it's not so bad at that. I guess a lot of girls do it."

"You bet they do. Hell, I've seen my mom suck my dad off, but they don't know it. I'll bet your mom has done that to Jack, too."

Sharon swung her head quickly. "You really think so?"

"Sure! I read some place that practically all women do it to their husbands. And their guys eat them, too. There's nothing wrong in it."

Sharon had to ponder that for a moment. Then she realized it was probably true. It made her feel better about what she had done. If her mother did it, why shouldn't she?

"Listen," Barb said earnestly. "I'm gonna go back with you. In the house, I mean. I want to try it. I'll do anything you did. Okay?"

"I can't! Really! They might not like it. Besides, you gotta be home pretty soon."

"No, I don't! I told my mom I was going to the movie with you." Barb gripped her friend's arm. "Please, Sharon! They want girls, don't they? Hell, my tits are as big as yours! And I've got just as much hair on my pussy as you do. C'mon. Let's try it."

Sharon thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. You know you'll probably have to let Allan fuck you, too?"

"I don't care. God! If his prick's as big as you say it is, I think I'd like it." Barb stood up. "C'mon, let's go! My cunt's already wet!"

Sharon had a hard time keeping up with Barb on the way back. They both skidded their bikes to a halt in the driveway, put the kickstands down, and rushed to the front door. Sharon stopped with her hand on the knob and turned to her friend.

"Are you sure you want to do this now? If you want to change your mind, you'd better do it now."

"You think I'm not ready? Here!" Barb lifted her skirt, took Sharon's hand, and rubbed it on the damp crotch of her panties. "Does that prove it to you?"

Barb's action had taken Sharon by surprise. She had never even seen Barb's cunt, let alone touched it. She could feel the lips of the girl's twat and her bushy pussy hair under the thin material. Barb was right. Her panties were soaked and warm.

Sharon pulled her hand away and nodded. "Okay, Barb. But once we're inside, you're on your own." Taking a deep breath, Sharon turned the knob and led the way inside.

Sharon took Barb directly into the living room where Allan was reading the evening paper and Chuck was watching television. They both looked up when the girls entered.