Tom watched as June reached her orgasm. He saw her hips began to pump rhythmically up and down. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her body. Guttural moans issued from her mouth. The entire time Carter lay mere inches from June’s pussy as her juices flowed. First through her swollen labia and then in rills down the crack of her ass. Tom backed away from the door, overcome with humiliation and lust at the scene he had just witnessed. He heard Carter say:
“Mom and I love your pregnant aroma. It is so rich, so earthy and tantalizing!”
Tom hurried down the stairs. He ran into his bedroom and closed and locked the door. He stripped, carelessly throwing his suit on the floor. Tom lay in his bed, stroking his painfully hard cock. He was so aroused he didn’t last long. He came hard, groaning, and gasping. The images in his mind were of his son’s cock!
The smell of Halvatia’s cooking snapped Tom Crafton back to reality. Since that day and the conversation with Carter, he accepted his diminished role.
As he walked into the large kitchen, his stomach growled in anticipation. The delicious aromas of Miss Curry’s cooking assaulted his nostrils. He shook his head. It seemed that woman was always cooking! His waistline was proof of it!
“Good Evening, Mistuh Crafton! I got some ice tea on the serving table. And I totted it up wid some black rum my cousin makes!”
“Thank you, Miss Curry; I could use a pick me up!” How many cousins does that woman have? Smoked hams, sausages, and now rum from her vast family filled their larder.
“Is my wife home?”
“No Suh! She took the Prendergasts for a walking tour of the neighborhood. Mistuh Carter and Miss Anne be out too. Miss Caitlin is home though!”
Tom took a long sip of the spiked ice tea. It simultaneously cooled and warmed him. Caitlin had left a message at his office saying she needed to talk to him.
He frowned. Johnny told him that he wanted out of their arrangement. It was probably just as well. Having him this close only encourage them to take risks. It would be better if he moved out. At least the marriage kept his granddaughter from being born out of wedlock.
“Miss Curry, I’m going to run back to the coach house to see Caitlin.” He refilled his glass and started toward the sunroom.
“Suh, you should put on a jacket! It’s a bit chilly this evening!”
“I’ll be fine!” Tom opened the door and made the short walk to the coach house.
Halvatia smiled as she watched Tom stride across the concrete apron and enter the lower level of the coach house. Her instinct for people told her what was about to happen. Missus Caitlin was going to tell her daddy that she was divorcing Johnnie. Halvatia saw that coming for a long time.
Caitlin, Carter, and Anne would probably end up living together in the coach house. Those three had something different and unique going on.
Then there was Missus Crafton. She was happy as she could be. Getting two cocks regularly would make any woman happy! Seems she liked the idea of having Mistuh Carter’s baby. Halvatia shook her head ruefully. That boy is a baby factory! If he ain’t careful, he’ll have all the women in the house pregnant.
Her daughter Cyrene was pregnant by Carter also. That part of Halvatia’s plan worked out. There had to be lots of babies carrying his genes, propagating his power!
Halvatia poured herself a glass of the spiked ice tea. She used the same mushrooms in it that she used in the Halloween punch. It would warm them and make them relax. She walked through the kitchen into her small apartment. She stripped off her house dress and lay on her bed. She took a big gulp of the potent tea and sat the glass on the nightstand.
She groaned as her finger slid between her cleft. She slowly finger fucked herself. She did this often lately. The downside of her plan was Carter did not fuck her as often. She jammed two fingers to the second knuckle in her aching hole. She missed his cock!
Her large hips pumped as she fringed her dripping hole. Her mouth was open. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth.
“Oh Fuck! Fuck!” She came quickly and hard with an image of her chieftain Carter in her mind.
Chapter 24
Caitlin lay nude and alone in her marriage bed. She and Johnny had been married for more than two years. After the first rush of marriage and the subsequent birth of her daughter, he was home less and less. She sighed as she played with her nipples. What could she expect from a marriage built on a lie? Her daughter Gabrielle was Carter’s baby. Moreover, Carter was the only man she really loved. It was time to stop living a lie.
Sex with Johnnie Hampton had become perfunctory and formulaic. It was not quite wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. However, it was so close that she expected him to pay her. He was just getting off, doing his duty, not making love to her. Carter and Anne made love to her.
Caitlin groaned as she pulled hard on her nipple. She recalled the many sessions she, Anne and Carter, had together. She squirmed as she remembered them each suckling on her nipples while they alternated finger fucking her. Her full hips pumped lazily up and down.
Caitlin stretched her legs out and spread them while raising her hands over her head and spreading her arms. Her pussy twitched as she recalled them tying her to the bed and mercilessly teasing her. They nibbled on her nipples and spanked her pussy with the riding crop. She loved the feeling of helplessness. She opened her mouth and moved her tongue in a licking motion, remembering Anne’s pussy tantalizingly just above her face, dripping her juices on her face. So near yet so far! What her brother and his girlfriend did to her was exquisite torture.
Carter had told her Johnnie was bisexual and that he and daddy were lovers. That did not really bother her. She was bisexual and had been for as long as she could remember.
Caitlin let her finger slip between the folds of her vagina. Her tongue licked the air again as she imagined she could see Anne’s pussy above her. Anne’s labia were like flower petals. They were pink and folded back. When she was aroused, they swelled and blossomed like a fragrant flower.
No, she had no problem with bisexuality, but she did have a problem with halfhearted sex. She would talk to Anne and Carter about it. Perhaps the three of them could live together in a group marriage.
She needed to talk to her father also. He arranged this marriage. He needed to know it was over.
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Later, Caitlin slowly closed the door of the nursery. Gabby was sleeping peacefully. Caitlin sipped her ice tea as she walked across the hall to the stairwell.
Back in the day, the upper floor of the coach house was the livery servant’s quarters. The large first floor was where the horse-drawn coaches were stored and maintained. Adjacent to it was the stable where the horses were kept. June Crafton remodeled the upper floor into a two-story apartment with two large bedrooms and a sitting room. The lower level was a great room with an open kitchen and oversized bath. A narrow spiral iron staircase connected the two stories.