Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and so it was with Beverly Henderson. After Carter left the motel, Mrs. Henderson began laying plans for her revenge. She threw on her clothes and returned home in a tan.
"What happened?" Cathy inquired as her mother entered the house unaccompanied. "Where's Carter?"
"That son-of-a-bitch left me to find my own way home," Beverly declared.
"What happened?" Cathy repeated. "Why did he do that?"
"The son-of-a-bitch started telling me how much he loved me and that he wanted me to divorce your father and marry him," Beverly explained. "I guess he couldn't take it when I told him that I didn't love him. I told him that I still loved your father and that I only let him fuck me to have a little fun on the side, and he got pissed off and started beating the shit out of me. Look at my clothes. Look at my face where he slapped me."
Beverly turned her face to reveal a small bruise where Carter had slapped her. Then she began ripping her own clothes off her body.
"What are you doing, Mom?" Cathy asked in amazement.
"I'm going to show that bastard he can't get away with it," Beverly declared. "I'm going to call your father and tell him that Carter beat me up and raped me. I'll fix his ass good!" Beverly strode toward the phone and began dialing the number her husband had left in case of an emergency.
"Mom, you're a Goddamn liar!" Cathy exploded. "You're crazy as hell. I don't believe a word you've said. It was probably you who wanted to marry Carter."
"So what if it was?" Beverly challenged defiantly. "I'm still calling your father, and you'd better not tell him anything different. If you do, I'll beat your little ass so bad you'll wish you were dead."
Beverly finished dialing the number. When her husband answered, she spoke into the receiver. "Oh, Hank," she whimpered. "The most terrible thing happened. Carter came over tonight and beat me up and…" Beverly broke off in feigned tears.
Beverly whimpered and sniffled into the receiver. "Oh, no, Hank!" she cried. "He… he… he raped me! Oh, I can't bear it! Come home quick!" Beverly bawled loudly and hung up without giving her husband lime to respond.
"Well, I'll have to give you credit for one thing," Cathy said sarcastically. "You're a pretty damn good actress."
Cathy strode purposefully toward the door. "I'm getting the hell out of here," she announced.
"Where are you going?" Beverly challenged. "To find your precious fucking Carter?"
"You're damn right!" Cathy swore. "And I'll tell you something else. I'm not going to let you get away with this, you old bitch."
"That's what you think!" Beverly shouted as her daughter disappeared into the night.
After leaving the motel Carter had stopped off for a beer and then gone on home where he had found Melinda already asleep in bed. He was sitting up watching a late movie when he heard a soft knock on the front door. He rose to answer it and found Cathy waiting anxiously outside.
"Come on in," he invited.
Cathy stepped inside hurriedly.
"What's on your mind, baby?" Carter asked, noting Cathy's concerned expression.
"It's Mom," Cathy said. "She called Dad and told him that you raped her tonight."
"Well, that lying bitch!"
"Carter I'm scared," Cathy said. "I'm afraid of what Daddy might do. He might come after you with a gun and try to kill you."
"You'll have to tell him the truth, Cathy," Carter said calmly. "Otherwise, one or both of us is going to get hurt. Can you do that?"
"Yes, I will, Carter," Cathy pledged. "You know I'll do anything for you, but I'm afraid he might not listen to me. He'll believe whatever Mom tells him."
"In that case, I'll just have to be ready for him," Carter stated. "In the meantime, why don't you and I have some fun while we're waiting."
"Okay," Cathy agreed readily.
Carter started off toward his bedroom. "I'll be right back," he announced.
Within seconds Carter returned carrying a.38 revolver.
"Oh, no, Carter!" Cathy exclaimed. "Is that thing loaded?"
"Hell, yes, it's loaded," Carter said. "I don't think I'll need it, though, but I want it up here just in case."
Carter walked to the couch and placed the loaded pistol under a cushion.
"Now, let's fuck," he suggested as he turned back around to face his sexy young sister-in-law. He strode toward the smiling girl, and she began unbuttoning her blouse teasingly. Carter stopped before he reached her. He stood back and let her continue her enticing strip.
Cathy finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall to the floor as she slipped out of it. She slid her hands across her sleek belly and around her back to her bra strap. With one hand she effortlessly unfastened the hook, and with the other slid the lacy bra from her arms. Her youthful tits fell out firm and full.
"Look at those titties!" Carter exclaimed happily. "You have a fine set of knockers, Cathy."
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."
"So?" Carter interjected. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Carter," Melinda began seriously, "I'm going to divorce you. I'm going to go downtown tomorrow and begin filing procedures."
"Whatever you say," Carter replied calmly.
"I don't want to spend another night with you, Carter," Melinda resumed. "Please leave now."
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck just one more lime before I go?" Carter laughed.
"No!" Melinda screamed. "Just get out! Please!" Carter calmly put on the rest of his clothes and headed for the door. "I'll be back in a day or two to pick up some of my things," he said as he opened the door and left. After he had gone, Melinda fell back to the couch and broke down in sobs. Carter was not even out of the driveway, and she was already missing him. She had tried to be strong. She had tried to hate him, but she just couldn't. Gradually, her hand slid under her pajamas and between her thighs, and she began finger-fucking herself rhythmically, imagining her finger to be Carter's warm dick. Slowly her sobs turned to moans of pleasure.