Lew Woods: Family secrets

Cathy responded with a coy smile and slid her hand down to the snap of her jeans. When she unsnapped them, their tightness caused them to pop wide open and unzip themselves. Cathy tugged on the tight pants to get them over her well-filled ass. She pulled them on down over her solid thighs and her bulging, booted calves. She sat on the couch, and Carter helped her pull the jeans off over her black knee boots.

"Take my boots off, too, Carter," the eager young temptress said.

She extended her legs one at a time, and Carter pulled her leather boots from them with a determined tug. Cathy stood back up, and she began peeling her pantyhose off. She eased them over her ass, and Carter watched as her patch of silky blonde cunt hair became exposed. He reached for the pantyhose and ripped them on down Cathy's shapely legs. Cathy stepped out of them, and Carter began undressing. When he had finished, he stared at the young sex object admiringly.

"Let's horse-fuck," he suggested.

"What's that?" Cathy asked curiously.

"That's fucking animal style," Carter explained. "You'll like it. Your mom did."

"I'm ready," Cathy declared. "I'm not about to let that bitch get ahead of me."

"Just lean your arms down on the couch and hike your pretty ass in the air," Carter instructed. "I'll fuck you from the rear."

"You mean in the ass?" Cathy asked.

"No, in your sweet pussy, baby," Carter clarified. "I'll just come in from behind."

"Oh, that sounds fun!" Cathy exclaimed.

She flopped her upper body down on the couch and spread her legs. She raised herself up on her arms and rested her weight on her elbows and legs. She stood on her tiptoes, her calves taut, and hiked her ass into the air in readiness.

Carter approached her from behind and prodded her ass and cunt area with his hard shaft. His throbbing dick threaded its way through the tangled maze of kinky cunt hair and found the opening to her widespread twat. With one deliberate thrust, he plunged his massive pole into her waiting pussy, and she received it with a grunt of pain.

"Oh, my God," she moaned. "Your dick's so big and long, Carter."

"I can fuck you deeper like this," Carter explained as he reached under the girl and grasped her dangling tits.

"Oh, do it to me, then!" Cathy urged. "Fuck me deep and fuck me hard!"

She positioned her legs farther apart and stood higher on her tiptoes to accommodate the huge organ pulsating inside her. Carter began a furious series of thrusts into the young girl's tight but well-oiled cunt. He banged his pelvis savagely against her plump little ass. He felt her nipples harden in his hands as he held her tits firmly to steady his reckless back-and-forth movements.

"Oh, Goddamn, Carter!" Cathy cried. "You're killing me! You're fucking the hell out of me!"

Cathy collapsed under Carter's powerful pummeling and lay sprawled face down on the couch, but Carter continued his relentless hunching. He fought for position on top of the helpless girl and kept fucking her ruthlessly.

"Oh, Carter," she whimpered. "You're hurting me with your giant dick. Stop it! I can't take it!"

Carter let up and started to pull out, but Cathy held him in. Despite her pleas to the contrary, she did not want him to stop it.

"No, I didn't really mean it," she said. "Keep doing it. I can take it."

Carter resumed his thrusting, and Cathy started her plaintive cues again.

"Oh, no!" she screamed. "You're hurting me! Oh, Goddamnit, Carter! Stop it before you kill me!"

This time, though, Carter did not let up. He drove his long thick rod deeper and deeper into the girl's helpless cunt.

"Please, Carter!" Cathy wailed. "You're fucking the hell out of me!"

Suddenly the front door of the room came crashing open, and in the threshold stood Hank Henderson, an angry snarl creasing his face.

"And I'm going to beat the hell out of him," he interrupted.

Carter jumped off Cathy in a startled reflex and rose to his feet. As he turned to face his intruder, he was met by a blow from his father-in-law's right fist that sent him reeling back to the couch.

"Take that, you Goddamn lousy rapist!" Mr. Henderson shouted.

Carter sprung back to his feet and lunged for his father-in-law in a headlong tackle. The two men crashed to the floor in a tangled mass. They wrestled and pounded each other desperately.

Their flailing arms and kicking legs knocked over the coffee table and a book shelf. The two men continuously slung curses and threats back and forth at each other as they struggled.

"I'm going to kiss you!" Mr. Henderson threatened. "You Goddamn low-life son-of-a-bitch!"

Carter tried to restrain the crazed man long enough to tell his side of the story. "You stupid bastard!" he shouted. "I didn't rape your wife. She let me fuck her, and that wasn't the first time either. Ask Cathy."

Carter's explanation only infuriated the vengeful man further. "You lying good-for-nothing bastard!" he exclaimed as he tore into Carter with renewed fury.

Carter retaliated with a solid punch to Mr. Henderson's jaw, staggering the older man momentarily. Mr. Henderson regained his bearings, and the two men began exchanging punches with regularity.

Melinda, awakened by the noise, rushed into the room in her pajamas. "Oh, no!" she screamed. "Stop it! You two stop it before you hurt each other! What the hell is going on?"

The two men staggered back from each other and collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.

"This no-good bastard you call a husband raped your mother tonight," Mr. Henderson panted breathlessly. "I just now caught him raping Cathy, too, right here in your own home while you were asleep."

"Oh, no!" cried Melinda.

"That's not true!" Cathy exclaimed. "I let him fuck me and so did Mom. He didn't rape her. Ask Melinda. She knows."

Mr. Henderson scowled at his youngest daughter. "Why, you lying little bitch," he said.

"Ask her, damnit!" Cathy demanded.

Mr. Henderson looked with a disbelieving gaze toward Melinda. "Well?" he asked. "What about it?"

"It's true, Daddy," Melinda said sadly. "Mom let Carter fuck her."

"You mean you knew Carter was doing this and you didn't do anything about it?" Mr. Henderson asked.

"I tried, but I guess it didn't do any good," Melinda said.

"Well, even if what you say is true, your Goddamn husband's still worthless," Mr. Henderson asserted. "I still ought to kill the bastard."

"Shut your fat mouth, old man," Carter warned, "before I do it for you."

"Why, you son-of-a-bitch!" Mr. Henderson screamed.

He jumped to his feet and charged Carter in a final burst of energy, but Carter sidestepped him and tripped him to the floor. Mr. Henderson struggled back to his feet once again, but Carter's youth began to tell during the renewed fighting. The younger man's greater agility and endurance was more than Mr. Henderson could offset, and he soon found himself staggering senselessly, unable to answer Carter's insistent pummeling. Carter finished him off with a barrage of punches, and Mr. Henderson slumped to the floor in a heap.

"You'd better take him home now, Cathy," Carter advised.

Carter jerked his pants on and carried the unconscious man to his car. Cathy dressed and followed Carter. She climbed into the driver's seat, and Carter leaned through the window and kissed her goodnight.

When Carter returned to his house, Melinda awaited him in the living room with a concerned look on her face.

"Well, what the hell's on your mind?" Carter demanded impatiently. The struggle he had just endured had not prepared him for a husband-wife discussion.

"Carter," Melinda whined, "I just can't take it any longer. At first I thought I could handle it. I thought I could make you forget about Mom and Cathy and Samantha, but it just kept getting worse. Now this. You and Dad fighting. I can't keep going on like this."