tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68410634715532033112024-02-20T12:06:40.779-05:00Corpus Scriptorum EroticorumA blog catering to digital, textual erotica and porn! Here, it's all about the words and ideas getting you off! These are stories found on the internet. Read, enjoy and remember, if everyone's fucking, there's no time for war!quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-73355319015690208702016-03-17T11:35:00.002-05:002016-03-17T11:35:54.927-05:00Susan was hot and sweaty ...<div class="tumblr-post" data-href="https://embed.tumblr.com/embed/post/8HsxSqIDfl7LLQjB_vj8Vw/138593212596" data-did="e3c254bdd9b0ff6c7124aa71fd8d02a59fddddda"><a href="http://milfman51.tumblr.com/post/138593212596/susan-was-hot-and-sweaty-after-her-5-mile-run-so">http://milfman51.tumblr.com/post/138593212596/susan-was-hot-and-sweaty-after-her-5-mile-run-so</a></div><script async src="https://secure.assets.tumblr.com/post.js"></script>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-22395039585846880812009-07-05T23:54:00.001-05:002009-07-06T00:00:03.424-05:00Southern Tramp<strong>Foreword</strong><br /><br />"Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in<br />ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny<br />black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her<br />curvaceous, lily white form.<br /><br />Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely<br />blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs<br />hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal<br />passion.<br /><br />The small, canopied bed groaned and creaked as the sixteen year old<br />Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state's most conservative<br />political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big, sweaty Negro<br />manservant.<br /><br />Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out of the<br />blonde slut's tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his knees,<br />straddling her middle. Grabbing her big pillowy breasts, he pulled them<br />apart, sandwiching his hefty black prong in the deep cleavage, between<br />the quivering lobes of white flesh.<br /><br />Oscillating his hips lewdly, he stroked his thick, bulging prick back<br />and forth between her silky, hot breasts. His cock was so long that it<br />bumped against her chin each time he thrust forward.<br /><br />"AWWWW, SHIT, MA'AM!" he roared huskily, tossing back his black head, "I<br />GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! AAAARRRGH!"<br /><br />Melanie whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting pink lips wide<br />apart as jets of thick, hot semen spouted from the purplish dick head<br />and spattered over her face...<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Southern Tramp by (Author Unknown)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uAEwSkIPtD1DG_xOzvGolg5GUPCToVbOvPv-8YqMZzqmPH2N2ceKaobHGKvDwwZs5j8xwEs_c6utMy-4fLdhlZqoPOT0FuGAdG7BHVZNy5rOt44G59Q-JaP4Tc4bmCHn5Bcy8bfs13A/s1600-h/ag-109.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uAEwSkIPtD1DG_xOzvGolg5GUPCToVbOvPv-8YqMZzqmPH2N2ceKaobHGKvDwwZs5j8xwEs_c6utMy-4fLdhlZqoPOT0FuGAdG7BHVZNy5rOt44G59Q-JaP4Tc4bmCHn5Bcy8bfs13A/s400/ag-109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355207341211003586" /></a><br /><br />Chapter 1<br /><br /><br />"What in the dickens shall I do today?" Melanie Wilkerson pouted<br />pettishly, sitting in the open French window which looked out upon the<br />verdant land and gardens that belonged to her wealthy father.<br /><br />Melanie was an extremely beautiful girl of sixteen, a lovely combination<br />of woman and child, the type only to be found in the South. She had<br />lambent golden curls which cascaded around her shoulders prettily,<br />framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a<br />perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. Her complexion was<br />peaches and cream. Indeed, she looked the picture of health, a<br />stunningly gorgeous Southern peach, renowned throughout the county for<br />her lovely features.<br /><br />Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with puffy sleeves and a<br />dipping cleavage which revealed her ample, jutting breasts, far larger<br />than those of most girls of sixteen. Her figure was like that of an hour<br />glass, lusciously curvaceous with an incredibly slender waist and long,<br />sexy legs. Many a lusty young buck had drooled over the sight of the<br />dimpled Miss Wilkerson parading through the town's streets usually<br />shaded by a parasol, and more often than not, with her begloved hand<br />slipped in the crook of her father's arm.<br /><br />Rhett Wilkerson was a burly, powerfully built man, a man who was<br />fiercely possessive and extremely ambitious. He was also one of the<br />wealthiest men in the state. The Wilkersons had dabbled in politics<br />since before the Civil War, and there had almost never been a time in<br />recent history in which the family was not represented in the Senate or<br />Congress, or at least the state's legislature. Two times a Wilkerson had<br />served as Governor, and it was Rhett Wilkerson's lifelong ambition to<br />become the third and youngest man in his family to gain that coveted<br />political post.<br /><br />Wilkerson was not a scrupulous or particularly compassionate man. He<br />could ladle charm when necessary, and during the past few months, he had<br />bombasted the state with an expensive campaign, kissing numerous babies<br />and visiting every orphanage and old folks home he could. Recent polls<br />placed him neck to neck with another ambitious young politician, a<br />handsome Democrat named Lance Hardman. Both men were in their early<br />forties, and therefore, which ever one won the election would become the<br />youngest Governor in the State's history.<br /><br />The State had habitually elected Democrats to office, but Wilkerson, a<br />staunch and conservative Republican, was banking on the fact that<br />Hardman was known to be a bit too liberal for the people of the State,<br />especially in his attitude toward race relations. And Rhett Wilkerson<br />intended to win the election, whatever the cost...<br /><br />Melanie was sick and tired of hearing of nothing but the election, day<br />in and day out. She had been forced to accompany her father - a widower<br />- to many a social function, and pose with him for numerous newspaper<br />photography sessions.<br /><br />If there was one thing that Wilkerson prized above all else, it was his<br />precious daughter. He was fiercely protective of her, and made sure she<br />was under his wing whenever possible. He had spoiled Melanie in many<br />ways, but had hampered her movements at the same time. Especially now<br />that she was blossoming into a young women and young sparks were perking<br />up and noticing when she passed. Rhett didn't want his daughter sullied,<br />and above all, he didn't want his name to be dragged through the mud<br />during these delicate days before the election. If his daughter should<br />become involved in a sordid affair and the opposition became aware of<br />it, Wilkerson's chances could be ruined.<br /><br />So, Melanie was beginning to feel stifled and restless. She wanted more<br />out of life than she was getting, and one thing that whetted her<br />appetite was the thought of getting a handsome young beau. Up until now,<br />Rhett Wilkerson had scared off any young pup who had come to woo his<br />daughter. Wilkerson wanted to choose Melanie's prospective husband<br />carefully, and not until she was eighteen would he even consider the<br />question. But he did have his eye on young Nestor Previtts, whose father<br />came from one of the oldest and most distinguished, and richest,<br />families in the state. But Melanie hated Nestor.<br /><br />"He's skinny and has pimples and smells bad," she pouted to her<br />girlfriends.<br /><br />What she secretly longed for was a handsome young man who resembled her<br />brother, Jarvis.<br /><br />Jarvis Wilkerson was twenty, and extremely handsome. He stood six foot<br />one inch tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had short,<br />light brown hair and green eyes, set in an insolently handsome face,<br />which could crease into a dazzling smile. His body was muscular and<br />streamlined from much horseback riding, and he was an excellent polo<br />player. His father wished that Jarvis, considered one of the State's<br />more eligible young bachelors, would show a little more interest and<br />ambition in something other than horses and girls, but he indulgently<br />felt that after all, Jarvis was young and had to sow his wild oats.<br /><br />Melanie often complained that her older brother was allowed to do as he<br />pleased while her activities were severely limited, and her father had<br />sternly reported that she was a lady and was expected to behave like<br />one.<br /><br />"With a young man, it is different," Rhett had said, with maddening<br />sexism.<br /><br />Thinking of this now, as she perched in the French window, basking in<br />the warm sunlight, Melanie scowled with childish anger, her baby blue<br />eyes snapping with Wilkerson fires. Like her father, she was stubborn<br />and strong-willed and liked to have her own way.<br /><br />Not that she resented Jarvis for having more privileges than she did.<br />Melanie was devoted to her older brother, worshipped him, in fact. Just<br />the thought of him made her heart go pit-a-pat, and she dreamed of being<br />swept off her feet by a gallant young prince who looked exactly like<br />Jarvis.<br /><br />Melanie had been too carefully brought up to suspect that her feelings<br />for her brother were more than romantic fantasies. She had no idea what<br />incest was, and did not recognize her incestuous feelings for her<br />brother for what they were.<br /><br />But she was definitely aware of sex. She had discovered long ago, when<br />she was twelve, that by touching the soft and delicately fringed mound<br />between her legs with the cuticles of her fingers, she could create the<br />most exquisite sensations. And the whispering, giggling talk of her<br />girl-friends had given her a shadowy suggestion of the actual act of<br />fornication. She had seen men with their shirts off, and she had<br />certainly watched the crotches in men's pants and dreamt about what<br />those bulges contained. Against her father's strict orders, she had<br />sneaked out to watch stallions being mated to mares, and had found the<br />sight extraordinarily exciting, sending a flush of warmth coursing<br />through her nubile young body.<br /><br />Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she<br />had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father's bedroom<br />and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the<br />kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she<br />hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She<br />had seen her father's broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia's luscious,<br />mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way<br />his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia's<br />delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and<br />again...<br /><br />Melanie felt a stab of envy for Dahlia which she would never have<br />admitted aloud. The pretty black girl, a gorgeous mulatto, was<br />twenty-five and had worked with the cook in the Wilkersons' kitchen<br />since she was seventeen. Now Melanie realized that her services had been<br />procured in order for Rhett Wilkerson to have a mistress, for she had<br />come to work at the house weeks after the death of Melanie's mother.<br /><br />Dahlia may have been poor and black, but she had a happy, carefree<br />manner and lifestyle that Melanie secretly envied. She knew Dahlia was a<br />slut, and there was something titillating about the idea.<br /><br />Brutus, the hulking black buck who helped out with the horses, was<br />constantly hanging around the kitchen and Melanie had seen the way<br />Dahlia flirted with him. She wagered, in fact, that Dahlia did a lot<br />more than just flirt with the huge black stud.<br /><br />Melanie felt a tremor of excitement shudder through her again, and her<br />loins became warm and moist. With a sigh of boredom and oppression,<br />Melanie jumped out of the window and flounced out of the lavishly<br />decorated room.<br /><br />She wandered through the huge mansion aimlessly, feeling utterly bored.<br />Rhett was away on the campaign trail, of course, making another of his<br />endless appearances at a factory or something. Jarvis was out riding<br />with his buddies. And Melanie was all alone in the huge house with the<br />servants.<br /><br />Melanie was going past the kitchen, idly wondering if perhaps she could<br />telephone her best friend, Missy Simpson, when she heard voices which<br />made her stop just outside the door. She heard Dahlia's rich, feminine<br />laugh, and a deep, rustling masculine voice, which she recognized as<br />belonging to Brutus. A crafty look came over the Southern belle's<br />features, and she crept to the door and very gently pushed it slightly<br />ajar, placing her eye against the crack. From that position, she got a<br />good glimpse at the kitchen.<br /><br />Dahlia was leaning coquettishly against the stove, her warm brown eyes<br />twinkling with excitement as she tilted her pretty head up to look into<br />the jet black, ruggedly masculine features of the man they called<br />Brutus.<br /><br />Dahlia was dressed in a floral patterned frock which complemented her<br />dusky skin and luscious figure well. The mulatto servant knew how pretty<br />she was, and made the most of her physical assets. Now, she was<br />thrusting her full, pendulous breasts forward sensuously, and the large,<br />melon-shaped lobes of flesh pressed against the thin material of her<br />blouse. The round pouting circles of her pointy nipples were clearly<br />outlined by the thin material, and Brutus' smoldering eyes kept darting<br />down and ogling them greedily.<br /><br />Brutus was a brawny, impressive specimen of manhood. Standing six feet<br />two inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds of solid<br />musculature, he was a great hulking brute of a man, with broad shoulders<br />and a powerfully built chest. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that<br />was open to the navel, revealing the hard jutting curves of his pectoral<br />muscles, and the rippling-washboard definition of his belly. The tight<br />tan breeches that hugged his legs and thighs were tenting alarmingly at<br />the crotch, revealing the gigantic proportions of his sexual organs<br />quite clearly.<br /><br />Dahlia's doe-like brown eyes dropped bashfully from Brutus' face and<br />fleetingly glanced at the big stud's crotch, and Melanie could see a<br />tremor of excitement rush through the lovely mulatto slut's body.<br /><br />"Aw, c'mon, Dahlia," Brutus coaxed, smiling at her lewdly, "Ain't nobody<br />gonna stop us! Les go out to the barn for a while. Dotty's gawn to her<br />Maw's place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all 'cept Miss<br />Melanie, is gone away. An' Miss Melanie never has no business down at<br />the barn!"<br /><br />Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, "Now, Brutus, you<br />is bad! You knows that Dotty tole me to look after the kitchen for her<br />till she comes back! What if she comes back early and finds me not here?<br />I'll get my ass beat, that's what!"<br /><br />Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and said<br />huskily, "Yeah! She ain't the only one who'd like to beat dat ass,<br />Dahlia! Only, when I does it, you gonna like it!"<br /><br />Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing crotch with<br />his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia's small brown hand<br />and drew it against his groin, pressing it there and swiveling his hips.<br /><br />Dahlia's eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his<br />lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his trousers,<br />and she gave a little whimper of excitement.<br /><br />"You sees how much I wants you, Dahlia," Brutus said hoarsely, "C'mon,<br />les go to the barn."<br /><br />Dahlia's resistance had fallen completely. She raised her swimming brown<br />eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and slightly parted her full,<br />moist lips.<br /><br />Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful arms around<br />her slender form and crushing her willowy young body against his huge<br />physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his own.<br /><br />Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the two Negroes<br />kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the warm juices of<br />passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in sympathetic<br />excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus' big mouth open wide and<br />cover the lower part of Dahlia's face as he forced his long thick tongue<br />deep into the mulatto wench's mouth.<br /><br />Brutus' big hands slid down Dahlia's back and dug into the high, firm<br />cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as he crushed his<br />pelvis against hers.<br /><br />Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her eyes wide<br />with mingled passion and nervousness.<br /><br />"Not here, fool!" she gasped, "Miss Melanie's likely to walk in on us,<br />and then there's no telling what might happen! Let's go on out to the<br />barn."<br /><br />Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, "I thought you'd nevah ask!"<br /><br />They went together to the screen door that faced the barn, and exited<br />separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across the lawn towards<br />the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind him, her big brown eyes<br />darting back and forth to make sure no one was watching them.<br /><br />If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had made, and<br />every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by Melanie<br />Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror. But Melanie had<br />no intention of reporting on the lusty black couple. She merely wanted<br />to find out what it was that they did in the barn which was so exciting.<br /><br />The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung shut behind<br />Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out the screen door, and<br />rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.<br /><br />Having been raised on her father's estate, she knew every nook and<br />cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how to get into the<br />hay loft in the barn without having to go through the door.<br /><br />She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up led into<br />the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from a nail several<br />inches below the window. Knots at various intervals in the rope made<br />foot and hand-holds.<br /><br />Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the instincts of a<br />tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in Melanie's lively form, and<br />she had no trouble at all clambering up the rope once she had kicked off<br />her shoes. She peered cautiously over the edge of the window, and then<br />slipped inside. She crawled on all fours through the hay until her face<br />reached the square hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the<br />restless stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of<br />two other beings.<br /><br />Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she had a<br />perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath her.<br /><br />Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls. A ray of<br />sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall and bathed the<br />two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.<br /><br />The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had hoisted up her<br />skirts and was running his big coarse hands over the luscious, smooth<br />lobes of her tush.<br /><br />He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off his shirt<br />impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then his hands flew<br />to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had shed his pants and was<br />standing before Dahlia in all his naked glory.<br /><br />Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter<br />astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never<br />seen a man's penis before, though she had frequently imagined what they<br />were like. Brutus' prick looked absolutely gargantuan! It looked like<br />the cock on one of the stallions her father frequently put to stud!<br /><br />Melanie's exaggeration was not too far from the truth. Brutus was indeed<br />extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy was a full eleven inches in<br />length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man's<br />wrist. This lusty length of gristle and flesh thrust before him like a<br />small arm with a balled fist on the end, throbbing impatiently.<br /><br />Dahlia gazed down at it, trembling in excitement, uttering a little<br />cooing sound of desire. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand<br />across the bloated purplish tip, smearing the droplet of pre-come that<br />had formed there all over the glans.<br /><br />She encircled the pulsating shaft with her fingers and stroked her hand<br />lovingly up and down, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she<br />titillated the black stud's enormous, baseball-sized balls, lifting them<br />and testing their weight, scraping her fingernail across the scrotum.<br />Brutus' huge frame shuddered in appreciation as the sultry mulatto wench<br />stroked his humongous whanger. He licked his lips in lascivious<br />anticipation.<br /><br />"C'mon baby," he said huskily, "let me feel that warm mouth of yours on<br />me!"<br /><br />With a sigh of excitement, Dahlia dropped to her knees in the hay and<br />stared at the protruding appendage which pointed at her face. Puckering<br />her lips, she pressed them against the mushroom-shaped tip, laving out<br />her tongue and swirling it across the corona, mewling in delight as she<br />tasted his musky masculine flavors.<br /><br />She stretched her jaws until they threatened to snap and took the entire<br />crown into her mouth, slurping at it lewdly, running her fingers up and<br />down the shaft.<br /><br />Brutus moaned in appreciation, reaching down and digging his fingers<br />into her kinky brown hair, bucking his hips lustily and forcing several<br />inches of his thick sex tool deep into her mouth.<br /><br />Dahlia gagged slightly as the thick tip punched against the back of her<br />throat, and then she swallowed hard, letting the first few inches of the<br />horsedick slide down into her aching, constricted throat. Brutus threw<br />back his head and howled in delight as the entire length of his enormous<br />pecker disappeared into the warm slick interior of Dahlia's oral<br />orifice. Dahlia's 'O' shaped bloated lips pressed into the crinkly patch<br />of pungent pubic hairs encircling the thick base of Brutus' lance, and<br />she shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sensation of having her<br />mouth and gullet completely stuffed with the young stud's joint.<br /><br />Pulling back, she gulped down a gust of air, and then took the big prick<br />into her throat again as Brutus pumped forward lustily.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes were nearly bugging out of her head in amazement. She<br />could not believe what she was seeing! Dahlia had swallowed that whole,<br />huge length of black manmeat! And she seemed to be loving it! How on<br />earth could anybody take something that big into their mouth, let alone<br />their cunt? Melanie shivered with baffled fear and wonder as she<br />imagined getting her tight virgin slit spread wide apart by an organ of<br />Brutus' prodigious proportions.<br /><br />"Whoa dere, lady!" Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, "You gonna milk<br />me dry with dat hot suckin' mouth of yours!"<br /><br />He released her head and backed off, his huge, saliva-imbued honker<br />slapping up against his firm belly noisily, glistening in the ray of<br />sunlight. He reached down and hefted the lovely wench to her feet.<br /><br />Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through her blouse,<br />enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh. Dahlia whimpered in<br />desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered as Brutus quickly began to<br />unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it back over her shoulders and<br />Dahlia let it fall to the ground.<br /><br />Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her bouncing,<br />appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of firm, soft flesh,<br />capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples which puckered outward in<br />excitement as the big stud ran the heels of his hands across them.<br /><br />He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing them<br />together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down, he circled<br />his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia's left tit, pulling at<br />the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue flicking rapidly back<br />and forth across the throbbing finger of flesh. He drew away, a strand<br />of saliva connecting her erect nipple and his mouth, and then clamped<br />his mouth to her other pap while he caught the wet one between two<br />fingers and squeezed it hard.<br /><br />Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude worked<br />vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped his hands<br />suddenly and reached around the back of her frock, seeking out the<br />zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia's frock fell in a crumpled<br />heap around her ankles. She was wearing no underclothes, and her full<br />ripe hips were a delicious pale brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly<br />hair glistened between her legs, moist with her love juices, and she<br />gave a sharp cry of delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up<br />the insides of her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping<br />through her warm pubic bush.<br /><br />Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting, slickened<br />outer lips of Dahlia's vagina, revealing the glistening interior of her<br />cunt. Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous stud leaned forward,<br />inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked out his tongue, sawing it<br />up and down the velvety wetness of her sweet furrow. He strummed the<br />erect, quivering knob of her clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue,<br />and Dahlia gave a little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her<br />lips against his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she<br />writhed in glee.<br /><br />Brutus' big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of her ass as he<br />dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking and licking the<br />mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into her sweet, honeyed chasm<br />as he could and tasting her rich, flowing juices.<br /><br />As he ate her box, Brutus' hand stroked rapidly up and down the wet,<br />rigid length of his erection.<br /><br />The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew away, panting<br />hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with Dahlia's copious<br />juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and caught her around the waist,<br />pulling her down on the hay beside him.<br /><br />Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them apart,<br />pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one another and<br />exposing the maw to her sweet cuntal furrow.<br /><br />He shuffled forward on his knees and dropped his big body down above<br />hers, planting one hand beside her waist on the hay while he fisted the<br />pulsating base of his pecker in the other. Lowering his ass gradually,<br />he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy<br />twat, until it had lodged in the puckered mouth.<br /><br />Then, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and began to rotate his<br />hips lewdly and lightly jab them forward.<br /><br />Dahlia stared up at his face with naked desire, little mewls and<br />whimpers of excitement spilling from her lips. Her fingers curled into<br />the muscular curves of his chest as she braced herself for the<br />penetration.<br /><br />Brutus didn't give her much time. He gave a savage grunt of pleasure and<br />knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against<br />hers. Dahlia's wavering scream echoed through the rafters of the barn as<br />the eleven inch prick rammed halfway up inside the black wench's hot,<br />clasping vaginal sheath.<br /><br />Brutus moaned in satisfaction as the glovelike interior of Dahlia's<br />sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick, and then he began to work his<br />hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering,<br />writhing girl's hungry hole.<br /><br />Dahlia locked her ankles around the small of Brutus' back and she began<br />to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the thick<br />black sex tool.<br /><br />Brutus gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard,<br />his big body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as<br />deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could.<br /><br />Their bellies smacked together rhythmically, and moist squelching noises<br />emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Dahlia's oozing,<br />unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.<br /><br />Dahlia screeched in pleasure, digging her fingers into Brutus' broad,<br />muscular back.<br /><br />"You like it, don't you, baby?" Brutus panted hoarsely, pumping lustily.<br /><br />"YES! YES! FUCK ME, BRUTUS! FUCK ME GOOD! MMMMMMM!" Dahlia moaned,<br />tossing her head from side to side and writhing in ecstasy beneath him<br />like an eel.<br /><br />The tempo of their fucking continued to accelerate, until Brutus was<br />bucking into her so hard and fast he practically knocked the breath out<br />of the slender mulatto wench each time he descended.<br /><br />"AWWW, YEAH! I GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I GONNA CUM! AARRRRGH!" Brutus<br />roared, pounding his rigid pecker deeply into her steamy hole.<br /><br />A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked his powerful physique as<br />his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. His big balls<br />jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted<br />deeply into Dahlia's womb, filling her with his seed.<br /><br />The powerful blasts of come triggered Dahlia's own delirious response,<br />and she raked her fingers across Brutus' broad sweaty back and screamed<br />with unabated lust. Her back arched, mashing her flopping boobs against<br />Brutus' powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. Brutus groaned<br />in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at<br />his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm.<br /><br />Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap, and the two black<br />lovers lay panting in one another's arms.<br /><br />Above them, Melanie Wilkerson's head was whirling with startled lust and<br />shock. She had never believed sex could be so intensely exciting! Stabs<br />of envy and need shot through her. So this was what she had been<br />missing!<br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br />Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to<br />the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and<br />occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty<br />blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly<br />sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with<br />carnal lust.<br /><br />She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the<br />corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not<br />noticing that it didn't completely close.<br /><br />Then, she sat down on her canopied bed and thought about what she had<br />seen. She couldn't repress the excited tremors that were rustling<br />through her nubile young body. A stab of impatience flew through her.<br />Why couldn't she do what Brutus and Dahlia did? After all, she was the<br />most privileged, prettiest girl in the state. She knew there were dozens<br />of boys dying to get into her panties, and even more importantly, she<br />knew dozens of boys she would LIKE to get into her panties!<br /><br />Melanie stood up and unzipped her dress, taking it off and folding it<br />neatly, placing it on the back of a chair. Slowly, she took off her slip<br />and brassiere and panties, and stood in the middle of her room, naked.<br /><br />She walked over to the full length mirror on the side of her closet and<br />stared reflectively at the image of herself. A surge of pride rushed<br />through her. She had a voluptuous body. One that put Dahlia's to shame,<br />even. Her flesh was pale and porcelain smooth, creamy and silken in<br />texture. Her high, jutting breasts were firm and melon-shaped with large<br />strawberry-red nipples. Between her luscious legs was a lambent triangle<br />of golden hair, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through an open<br />window.<br /><br />Luxuriantly, Melanie drew her hands over the full aching globes of her<br />breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the palms of her hands across the<br />throbbing nubbins. Then, she ran her hands slowly down her body, across<br />her soft, flat belly and along her hips, feathering her fingers through<br />the silky, damp curls of her golden pubes.<br /><br />She quivered with pleasure as her cuticles brushed over the swollen<br />puckered lips of her mons veneris. She dug her thumbs into the petals of<br />pink flesh and drew them apart, studying the sweet glistening jewels of<br />her cunt in the mirror. Her clitoris was erect and quivering, and she<br />lightly brushed the tip of her forefinger across the slick knob. A bolt<br />of electric pleasure coursed through her loins and she gave an<br />involuntary sob of delight.<br /><br />A soft sigh of excitement rustling in her throat, she began to draw her<br />fingers back and forth across the puckered lips of her vulva and over<br />the slick cap of her joy stick. Remembering what she had seen in the<br />barn sent darts of white hot lust through her loins and she hooked her<br />fingers inward, probing the hot, oily interior of her furrow.<br /><br />Her heart began to pound with excitement, and all her nerve endings<br />seemed to be on fire. Gasping with lascivious anticipation, she darted<br />back to the bed and flung herself upon it, lying on her back and<br />throwing her legs wide apart. She brought both of her hands between her<br />moist thighs and began to stroke her fingers over the slick mound,<br />titillating her clitoris and sticking her digits to the first knuckle<br />into her tight virginal chute.<br /><br />Flickering flames of rapture consumed her loins and she began to toss<br />about and moan aloud, bucking her hips and running her fingers faster<br />and faster across her oozing quaking slit. Her boobs bounced becomingly,<br />the nipples jutting and erect with desire.<br /><br />Meanwhile, another member of the Wilkerson family was approaching the<br />homestead. Jarvis Wilkerson impatiently spurred his steed onward, and<br />Marmaduke, the big thoroughbred stallion with magnificent black and<br />white markings neighed and galloped faster toward the stables. Jarvis<br />was sweaty and tired from the long, grueling ride he had just finished.<br />He had ridden a good twenty miles to the town of Tremberley and had a<br />few drinks with some buddies at a local bar. Now, his senses were<br />slightly dulled by beer, but his athletic body was in fine shape, aching<br />deliciously from the work-out he had just had.<br /><br />In his riding outfit, Jarvis was a fine looking figure of a man. The<br />white breeches, flaring at the hips and tucking into leather boots,<br />clung to his hips and crotch and ass snugly, outlining his bulging<br />basket. His jacket was perfectly cut to fit his powerfully muscled<br />contours, and his ruggedly handsome young face was tanned by the sun and<br />flushed and damp with perspiration, his green eyes glowing with young<br />life.<br /><br />He leapt easily down from his steed and caught Marmaduke by the bridle,<br />patting the froth-flecked horse on the neck and speaking to him in a<br />soothing tone. Then, he led the horse to the barn and drew open the<br />door.<br /><br />As he led Marmaduke into the barn, Jarvis heard a frantic commotion and<br />some whispering. He looked up in surprise and saw a rather comical<br />sight. Brutus was frantically buckling his belt while Dahlia, dressed in<br />a frock and blouse, looked terrified and in great disarray. The two<br />black servants had just scrambled out of Marmaduke's stall where they<br />had quite evidently been fooling around.<br /><br />Jarvis forced himself to repress a grin and said sternly, "Brutus! What<br />on earth have you been up to! Slacking on the job again?"<br /><br />"Uh, no, Mister Jarvis, sir. I - I been tawking with Dahlia here about<br />something," Brutus stammered lamely.<br /><br />"Uh huh, I'll bet you have! Well, soon as you get your pants up, take<br />care of Marmaduke, now, you here? And you, Dahlia! You better not let<br />Dotty catch you fooling around like this while you're supposed to be<br />working, or she's liable to kick up a big fuss!"<br /><br />"N-No, sir, Mr. Jarvis, I - I won't, sir!" Dahlia gasped, near tears,<br />and rushed in a frenzy from the barn.<br /><br />As soon as she was gone, Jarvis guffawed loudly and clapped Brutus on<br />the back. The black buck grinned sheepishly, looking down at his feet in<br />embarrassment.<br /><br />"You're one helluva lady killer, Brutus, my man," Jarvis said, "But if<br />my Dad ever finds out you're poking Dahlia, you'd better start hunting<br />for another job. In another state!"<br /><br />Brutus got serious immediately.<br /><br />"You ain't gwana tell him, is you, Mister Jarvis?"<br /><br />"Me? It's none of my affair who you're fucking, Brutus. Hell, I'd like<br />to get into Dahlia's pants myself sometime! Just keep a low profile,<br />that's all. It's pretty dumb to be fucking around in the barn in the<br />middle of the day."<br /><br />He handed Marmaduke over to the black man and winked at him before<br />striding out of the barn. As he strode up to the house, thinking about<br />the illicit liaison he had broken up, Jarvis grinned and felt a lazy tug<br />of lust at his loins. Shit, he needed a good fuck himself! And Dahlia<br />was sure a succulent peach of a girl. He'd known about his father and<br />the mulatto wench for years. His bedroom was right next to his Dad's,<br />and virtually every night, he could hear Dahlia's moans and screeches of<br />carnal pleasure and the loud squeaking of the bed springs.<br /><br />He wandered through the house, looking around for his sister. She didn't<br />seem to be about either. He frowned slightly. Well, maybe she'd gone<br />over to Missy's house. He knew his Daddy wouldn't like it if he found<br />out Melanie was traipsing around without his permission.<br /><br />Jarvis decided that he needed a shower. He tossed off his jacket and<br />began unbuttoning his shirt as he mounted the stairs. He drew his shirt<br />off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor<br />toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister's bedroom.<br /><br />Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn't heard soft cries<br />emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in<br />surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open,<br />not thinking that he was intruding on a private scene. What he saw made<br />Jarvis' jaw drop and his green eyes smolder with unexpected passion.<br /><br />His gorgeous sixteen year old sister lay sprawled on her bed stark<br />naked, her legs spread wantonly apart, her hips lewdly bucking back and<br />forth while her fingers worked frantically at her sweet, dripping pussy.<br />Her eyes were closed, and little trilling noises of carnal delight<br />escaped from between her full coral-pink lips.<br /><br />It was the sexiest thing he'd seen in a long time, and Jarvis was<br />paralyzed with lust and confusion. He knew immediately that it was wrong<br />to lust after his own sister, but she was the sweetest, sexiest looking<br />thing he'd ever set eyes on, and from the way she was responding to her<br />probing fingers, she was also hot as a whore...<br /><br />Melanie was so enwrapped in the whirling, heated sensations that had<br />taken possession of her body that she hadn't even heard the sound of<br />Jarvis' boots on the stairwell. But now, she suddenly sensed that there<br />was someone in the room, perhaps because a draft had begun to blow<br />through the opened door.<br /><br />With a shock of startled fear, she opened her big blue eyes suddenly,<br />and through her lust-clouded vision found herself looking into the<br />smoldering eyes of her own brother.<br /><br />"J-Jarvis!" she squeaked breathlessly, too shocked to make any attempt<br />to cover herself.<br /><br />Her lust-heated eyes drank in the sight of his heavily muscled, tanned<br />torso and the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. She also saw the<br />answering glimmer of lascivious excitement in his troubled eyes.<br /><br />Quivering with passive excitement, her huge baby blue eyes fixed a<br />pleading look on her big brother's face.<br /><br />Jarvis stared at her, dumbfounded, and then took a deep breath, stepping<br />quickly into the room and closing the door behind him. He turned the<br />latch, and then walked slowly to the side of his sister's bed.<br /><br />"Melanie, honey," he said huskily, sitting down beside her, "You've gone<br />and blossomed into a young woman without my even noticing! Shit, honey,<br />I must have been blind."<br /><br />His burning green eyes raked over her trembling, translucent flesh, and<br />he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over one of her pillowy<br />bosoms, drawing it down and plucking at the ripe red nipple.<br /><br />"J-Jarvis," Melanie whispered feebly, "D-Do you think we should?"<br /><br />"I don't know," he replied hoarsely, looking at her, "Do you want to,<br />honey?"<br /><br />Melanie gave a ragged sigh and said softly in a quavering voice, "Yes! I<br />- I really do!"<br /><br />Jarvis nodded, his head reeling with excitement, unable to resist the<br />temptation of his sister's luscious, beckoning body, and yet, unable to<br />shake the nagging voice which told them that what he was contemplating<br />doing was wrong. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and his loins<br />seemed to be on fire. His rigid pecker stretched painfully against the<br />tight material of his trouser leg.<br /><br />He licked his lips, running his hand slowly over his sister's body,<br />reveling in the sensation of her delicate, satiny flesh against the<br />coarse skin of his palm.<br /><br />"Melanie, have you ever done this before?" he asked softly.<br /><br />She hesitated and then shook her head, biting her lip.<br /><br />"Are you scared?" he said.<br /><br />She smiled tremulously. "Yes, a little," she said, "But I want it more<br />than I'm afraid of it. And, Jarvis, I know they all say it's wrong, but<br />I'm so glad it's you who's going to introduce me to it! Really I am!"<br /><br />Jarvis grinned down at her, his last lingering doubts evaporating into<br />mist. Hell, a man would have to be a fool to turn down an invitation<br />from a gorgeous virginal nymphet like that, even if she WAS his sister!<br /><br />He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his hot breath burning<br />into her face. Then, he crushed his mouth hungrily against Melanie's<br />pouting ruby-red lips, kissing her hard. Melanie gave a muffled moan of<br />pleasure as their teeth grazed together and his long wriggling tongue<br />swarmed into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.<br /><br />He rolled on top of her, his powerful, warm body bearing down on hers<br />deliciously, and Melanie shuddered as she felt his strength rippling<br />through his muscles. She could feel the hard, hot outline of his prick<br />mashing against her belly, and her loins quivered and burned in<br />excitement.<br /><br />She ran her hands over his hard, sweaty back and down to his tight,<br />small ass, encased in the material of his riding breeches. Her head was<br />swimming with desire.<br /><br />Jarvis pressed his mouth against his sister's slender throat, feeling<br />the pulse there and inhaling her sweet perfume. He groaned in desire and<br />began to rain hot kisses on her delicate flesh, worming his way down her<br />body. He kneaded and manipulated her breasts gently in his big strong<br />hands, flicking his thumb nails across the turreting nibs. He brushed<br />his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting<br />out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly aureola. With a growl of<br />satisfaction, he affixed his lips about the nipple and sucked greedily<br />at it, catching the erect finger of flesh between his teeth and nibbling<br />it gently.<br /><br />Melanie purred in satisfaction, arching her back and gasping as darts of<br />pure pleasure rustled through her. She was reeling with delight. Her<br />beloved brother was making love to her! It was almost too good to be<br />true! She ran her fingers through his light brown hair and pulled him<br />urgently to her breasts, his sucking mouth sending shudders of hot<br />pleasure through her body.<br /><br />Jarvis moved on, dipping his face into his sister's deep cleavage, and<br />then sucking on her other nipple. He eased himself down further,<br />continuing his oral trek down her succulent body, leaving a trail of<br />glistening saliva in his wake.<br /><br />He paused briefly to dip his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and<br />then gave a low groan of pleasure as he came in contact with her<br />delicate pubic thatch. His heart thumping like crazy, he darted his<br />tongue rapidly to and fro, tangling it in the silken hairs surrounding<br />her puffy mound. He laved the quivering, moist outer lips of her cunt<br />hungrily, pressing his tongue into the sweet, heady furrow and tasting<br />her rich, honeyed juices. Hell, he could eat a young girl's muff forever<br />and never get tired of the flavor and smell of it! Jarvis buried his<br />face between his sister's thighs and mashed his lips and tongue against<br />the slick, slippery flesh of her vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily.<br /><br />Melanie tossed her golden curls from side to side gasping and whimpering<br />in dazed ecstasy as shuddering sensations of pleasure more powerful than<br />anything she had experienced before tore through her healthy young body.<br />Each time her brother's tongue swished over the puckered, sensitized<br />flesh of her cunt, a blast of heated rapture rippled through her loins<br />like a jolt of electricity.<br /><br />Jarvis ferreted out her small rigid clitoris and strummed it hungrily,<br />dexterously wrapping the tip of his tongue around it and flicking it to<br />and fro. Melanie's hips begun to buck up and down and a small scream<br />flew from her throat.<br /><br />"OOOH! J-JARVIS! THAT'S - THAT"S SO NICE! OOOOH! OOOOOH!" she gasped<br />aloud.<br /><br />Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to<br />relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers<br />over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he<br />moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips<br />of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels<br />of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began<br />to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back<br />and forth and wriggling his wrist.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering<br />pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint<br />inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the<br />intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.<br /><br />Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly<br />shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her<br />any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign.<br />Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to<br />ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and<br />mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and<br />Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.<br /><br />He'd found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones<br />who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had<br />done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively<br />easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This<br />physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie,<br />fortuitously for her.<br /><br />Jarvis wasn't hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in<br />the entire State could rival the black stud's mammoth phallus. However,<br />Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in<br />length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous<br />piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was<br />the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie's mother had been<br />a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on<br />the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett<br />Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children,<br />which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid<br />and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing<br />him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.<br /><br />But Jarvis had not inherited his father's brutality. At least, he could<br />be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a<br />gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.<br /><br />Now, he tongued his sister's cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware<br />that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.<br /><br />Melanie's mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible,<br />inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins,<br />and each time her brother's tongue came in contact with her sensitized<br />pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She<br />was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her<br />feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn<br />her hips wildly against Jarvis' face, smothering him in slick, oozing<br />pussy flesh.<br /><br />He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole<br />and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her<br />cries of passion.<br /><br />Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy.<br />White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled<br />through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices<br />splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them<br />eagerly.<br /><br />Lifting his face, imbued with her sweet unctuous fluids, Jarvis stared<br />up at his sister with smoldering green eyes.<br /><br />She was shuddering in shocked ecstasy, her huge blue eyes gazing down at<br />him, her trembling red lips parted and moist.<br /><br />He scooted up until his face was level with hers and wrapped his arms<br />around her middle, drawing her against his rugged body hard and kissing<br />her hungrily on the lips.<br /><br />Melanie shuddered with happy excitement as she tasted her older<br />brother's hot mouth. Never had her body felt so wonderful! And she knew<br />there was much more to come, much more sensual exploration for her to<br />undergo. Her senses were aflame with curious desire and hunger. She drew<br />her hands down the muscular slope of Jarvis' back and flattened her full<br />breasts against his hard chest.<br /><br />With a soft moan, she rolled over on top of him, pushing her brother<br />onto his back on the bed and lying full length across his body. She<br />gazed down into his face with glimmering sky blue eyes and began to<br />shower him with warm kisses. She wanted to make him feel as good as he<br />had made her feel.<br /><br />She pressed her full, soft lips against his collarbone and moved her<br />mouth across his heaving chest, reveling in the sensation of the hard<br />belts of muscle that rippled beneath his taut, smooth flesh. She tasted<br />the salty sharp flavor of his sweat, and it fanned her lust even more.<br />With a mewl of delight, she feathered her small pink tongue over his<br />hard brown paps, suckling them voraciously. Her hands stroked up and<br />down the front of his body, exploring his hard contours.<br /><br />Jarvis gave a low moan of contentment and locked his hands behind his<br />head, gaping down at his lovely blonde sister as she licked and kissed<br />his sweaty athletic young body.<br /><br />Melanie moved her face over her brother's flaring lat and plunged her<br />mouth into the hollow of his armpit, inhaling the pungent scent of sweat<br />and tangling her tongue in the salty flavored hairs there. She traveled<br />down his body, raining it with hot wet kisses, the tip of her tongue<br />tickling his flesh and sending ripples of excitement to his throbbing<br />loins.<br /><br />She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers,<br />unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently<br />at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some<br />help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of<br />satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.<br /><br />Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his<br />body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent<br />manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first<br />dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how<br />enormous Brutus' ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy<br />quivered in excitement.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br /><br />Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her<br />brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap<br />off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.<br /><br />With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic<br />of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her<br />brother's huge, orange-sized balls.<br /><br />Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large,<br />bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture.<br />Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky<br />masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her<br />lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the<br />angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis'<br />pecker.<br /><br />A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the glans, and she<br />forked out her tongue, swiping it off. The bittersweet taste was curious<br />but not unpleasant, and experimentally, she sluiced her tongue back and<br />forth across the spongy, heated knob.<br /><br />Jarvis groaned in pleasure when his sixteen year old sister pressed her<br />hot, parted lips against the corrugated side of his cock and suckled it<br />greedily, swishing her tongue back and forth like a paint brush. Melanie<br />moved slowly down the stem until she had pressed her lips into the<br />pungent fragrance of his dark pubic bush, strumming the base of his fat<br />root with her hot hungry tongue.<br /><br />She reached out and curiously lifted his huge heavy balls into her<br />little lily white hand. They were encased in a reddish, wrinkly sack<br />liberally covered with crinkly hairs. Bending down again, she brushed<br />her lips across his scrotum and flicked out her tongue, licking it<br />curiously, tasting the musky flavor. Eagerly, her tongue darted back and<br />forth, stroking across each come-bloated nut, sliding beneath them and<br />titillating the underside of his sensitized scrotum. Jarvis shuddered<br />and groaned in pleasure, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer.<br /><br />"Oh, YEAH, Sis!" he gasped hoarsely, "Lick my balls, baby. Lick them<br />good! That's great, honey! Just GREAT!"<br /><br />His hot, lust-thickened voice kindled her libidinous fires even more,<br />and Melanie redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking eagerly at his<br />nuts.<br /><br />Reaching up, she encircled the base of his rigid root and squeezed it<br />lightly, feeling his pounding blood. She remembered the way Dahlia had<br />sucked on Brutus' sex tool, and Melanie was suddenly consumed with an<br />overpowering urge to do the same to her lusty young brother.<br /><br />Eagerly, she lifted her head and gazed with mixed passion and<br />trepidation at the huge, cobra-like head of his prick. Circling her lips<br />into an 'O' she pressed them against his glans, humming in her throat<br />with lust. Her tongue poked into the eye of his piss-slit and she<br />lightly sucked the extreme tip of his dick.<br /><br />Tentatively bobbing her head up and down, her blonde tresses cascaded<br />down across her brother's belly and thighs like a golden waterfall. She<br />stretched her jaws apart and curved her tongue, forming a silken trough<br />over which his thick protruding penis could slide. Then, she slowly<br />lowered her head and let several inches of the thick bulging phallus<br />slip between her circled lips and scrape against the roof of her mouth.<br /><br />She savored the pungent taste of him, enjoying the feel of the rubbery<br />dick stirring inside her mouth. She wriggled her tongue back and forth,<br />caressing the throbbing staff of his joint and sending bolts of hot lust<br />stabbing through his loins.<br /><br />"Oh, YEAH, Melanie, honey! Suck on my prick, baby! You're doing it so<br />good, baby! That feels SO GOOD!" Jarvis moaned, beginning to hunch his<br />hips back and forth, feeding her his pulsating joint.<br /><br />He ran his fingers through her silken locks of golden hair, applying<br />light pressure to the back of her head.<br /><br />Melanie slurped and sucked wantonly, pushing her head down until she<br />felt the rubbery knob punch against the back of her throat. She gagged<br />as the urgently pumping youth pushed a bit harder, lodging the tip of<br />his dick in her gullet.<br /><br />Her senses reeled, and her impulse was to back off, but she remembered<br />how Dahlia had taken the entire length of Brutus' rod into her throat.<br />Well, she wasn't going to have it said that a mulatto hussy was a better<br />cock-sucker than she was!<br /><br />Bravely, Melanie swallowed hard, at the same time pressing her face down<br />against her brother's crotch and opening her mouth as wide as she could.<br />Her eyes bulged and swam with tears as she felt the bizarre sensation of<br />a thick, rubbery pole of flesh slide deep into her gullet, completely<br />stuffing her constricting throat with manmeat. Her bloated lips mashed<br />against her brother's fragrant pubic bush, snapping snugly around the<br />thick, pulsating root of his dick.<br /><br />Jarvis arched his back and gave a lusty roar of pleasure. He couldn't<br />believe what his sweet, innocent little sister had just done! She had<br />deep-throated his entire ten inch boner, and it was the first time she'd<br />ever had a cock in her mouth. His head swirled in rapture. Hell, she was<br />a born slut if there ever was one! He knew some gals who'd tried time<br />and time again, unsuccessfully, to do what she had accomplished on her<br />first attempt. He moaned in delight as he felt the entire length of his<br />pecker ensconced in the satiny warmth of her mouth and throat.<br /><br />Melanie lifted her head slowly, letting the prick slide several inches<br />out of her mouth, and gulped down a lungful of air before she forced her<br />head all the way down on his cock again. She began to rhythmically bob<br />her head up and down, sucking and slurping loudly, swallowing each time<br />the dick slid into her throat. Quickly, her muscles relaxed and a<br />delicious warmth rushed through her face. It was an euphoric feeling to<br />have her mouth and throat stuffed again and again with her brother's<br />hard manmeat, and she lashed her tongue vibrantly around the pulsating<br />pole as it slid in and out of her mouth.<br /><br />"Suck it, baby, SUCK IT!" Jarvis roared, beginning to buck his hips<br />violently.<br /><br />He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face down on his<br />loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.<br /><br />Melanie's senses whirled. He wasn't being gentle anymore. His cock<br />slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug into her head<br />painfully. But somehow, this increased her excitement incredibly. She<br />gave muffled mewls and murmurs of pleasure, her tongue flickering to and<br />fro rapidly, her lips straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like<br />lance that pounded into her mouth.<br /><br />"AWWW, SHIT, I'M GONNA CU-U-U-UM!" Jarvis bellowed suddenly, ramming his<br />hips upward hard and skewering his sister's throat with his barbed<br />javelin.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes bulged as he thrust all the way into her aching gullet.<br />She felt the heated sides of his dick expand, and then, a hot blast of<br />searing come jetted directly into her stomach from his spasming cock.<br /><br />Jarvis howled in pleasure, drawing back so his sister could taste his<br />juices. Melanie gave a muffled gasp of astonishment as she felt his<br />squirting seed spray over her tongue and run in thick, pungent rivulets<br />down her throat.<br /><br />It was warm and creamy and tasted unlike anything she'd tasted before.<br />It ran in steady, sticky streams down her gullet, and she gulped it down<br />greedily, instinctively tickling his balls with her fingers and milking<br />as much of his spewing seed from his body as she could.<br /><br />Jarvis groaned and thrashed and shuddered as he emptied a heavy load<br />into his sister's eager mouth, and then he flopped back, panting, on the<br />bed, gazing down at her with wondering, lust-heated eyes.<br /><br />Melanie slowly, reluctantly, released his stiff pecker from her mouth<br />and looked up at him with round, baby blue eyes. Her face was flushed<br />with excitement, her sensuous, full red lips were gleaming and wet with<br />saliva and come, which oozed in rivulets from the corners of her mouth.<br />Her glittering pink tongue flicked out and swiped at the stray strands<br />of come, and Jarvis swore to himself that he had never seen anything<br />quite so erotic as her face at that moment.<br /><br />He reached down and caught her beneath the arms, drawing her gently up<br />until their eyes were on a level.<br /><br />"I want to fuck you, baby," he said huskily, "Will you let me fuck you?"<br /><br />"Oh, yes, Jarvis," she whispered softly, "I want to feel you inside me,<br />more than anything else in the world."<br /><br />He circled his hands around her warm, resilient knockers, squeezing them<br />hard, feeling the rivet-like nipples grazing against the palms of his<br />hands. He pushed her into a sitting position on top of him and his eyes<br />darted hotly up and down her luscious, creamy smooth body.<br /><br />Melanie was straddling her brother's hips, and she could feel his rigid,<br />steely penis sliding wetly against her buttocks. His prick was still<br />completely erect, imbued with her saliva and traces of his own semen, it<br />was pressed against his belly by her weight, pulsating with excitement<br />as she slowly began to grind her pussy lips back and forth across the<br />stiff, corrugated stem.<br /><br />"Raise yourself up on your haunches, honey," Jarvis ordered thickly,<br />gripping her around her slender waist and lifting her up.<br /><br />Melanie brought her knees together until they pressed against his sides,<br />lifting her buns into the air.<br /><br />Holding her with one hand by the hip, Jarvis dropped the other one and<br />hefted up his huge, slippery boner, pointing it directly at the target<br />of her wide-open, dripping twat. Then, he slowly drew Melanie down with<br />his free hand.<br /><br />"Lower yourself on me, honey," he said in a husky, passionate voice, "Go<br />gently and at your own pace, baby."<br /><br />Melanie shuddered in involuntary excitement and gave a little sharp<br />intake of breath when she felt the fat knobby tip of his juicy cock<br />butting against the slick maw of her shivering virginal pussy. It felt<br />enormous, like a fist or the top of a baseball bat! She whimpered in<br />mingled desire and fear.<br /><br />"It's O.K., honey" Jarvis said soothingly, digging his fingers into her<br />waist and gently but firmly pulling her down until the lips of her vulva<br />widened and slipped over the tip of his glans.<br /><br />When he felt himself wedged securely in place, he released her hips and<br />ran his hands seductively up her body, gripping her jugs and pinching<br />her rivet-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.<br /><br />"Just let yourself go, Melanie, honey," he said softly, "Just relax and<br />let it slide up inside you."<br /><br />Melanie's heart was pounding violently. She couldn't control the<br />shudders that seemed to rustle through her sex-starved body again and<br />again. Her cunt was on fire, and the hot pulpy mushroom-shaped cap which<br />was lodged against the orifice sent darts of fiery delight and urgency<br />through her loins.<br /><br />She felt the warm flushes of desire begin to course through her again,<br />and she began to relax. Tentatively, she let her weight down on him. Her<br />eyes closed and her mouth opened as she uttered a soft moaning cry of<br />wanton pleasure. The thick knob stretched her vaginal lips wider than<br />they'd ever been stretched before, and then, with a sudden sliding<br />motion, it was inside her, and her cuntal lips snapped snugly around the<br />entire knob of his cockhead.<br /><br />Melanie gave a sob of delight. Her constricted vagina was throbbing with<br />rapture. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching which was quickly<br />overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure that consumed her loins.<br /><br />But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The lascivious<br />flames that were flickering in Melanie's belly were excruciating, and<br />she had a burning desire to feel more and more of his huge log of flesh<br />inside her hungry sex chasm.<br /><br />She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry of quiescent<br />desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright organ. For an instant,<br />her tight, glove-like channel resisted the thick, turgid stem of his<br />impossibly long sword.<br /><br />Then, all at once, it stretched wide open, and Melanie's eyes bulged as<br />she felt the unbelievably pleasurable sensation of having her entire<br />bower of bliss crammed full of pulsating manmeat.<br /><br />Jarvis' huge wedge sluiced up her slick, clinging tunnel and banged<br />against her cervix, stretching it incredibly. Her spasming pussy lips<br />clutched at the turgid base of his dick, and her buns were resting in<br />her brother's lap.<br /><br />Melanie sobbed in joy as she rested on top of him, savoring the<br />sensation of having herself stuffed to the brim with a thick cock. Then,<br />she tentatively began to move.<br /><br />Jarvis was in seventh heaven. As the silken, furnace-hot sheath of her<br />unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging, vein-latticed shaft<br />of his sensitized erection, hot fires of raging passion kindled in his<br />lusty balls, and he gave a low moan of delight.<br /><br />He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out of her. He<br />had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got used to the<br />sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience that after a while,<br />she would reach the point where he could man-handle her at will, and she<br />would enjoy every moment of it. But, for the time being, she was still<br />frightened and in awe of the unusual sensations that were stealing<br />through her for the first time.<br /><br />"Oh, my sweet sister, you're so honeyed and warm and tight up there!"<br />Jarvis gasped in fervent tones.<br /><br />He ran his fingers up her side and caressed and played with her breasts,<br />tickling the nipples with his cuticles.<br /><br />He began to slowly, cautiously, oscillate his hips, stirring his<br />throbbing log inside of her. Melanie gasped as the movement sent darts<br />of pure ecstasy through her. The slightest movement of the bulging tool<br />within her sensitive, silken chasm sent bursts of intense pleasure<br />coursing through her body. With a sob of awakening pleasure, she slowly<br />lifted herself off his lap, letting a couple of inches of his rigid,<br />slippery cock squelch out of her. Then, she sat back, taking the entire<br />length inside of her again. A shock of exquisite rapture tore through<br />her and she cried out loud in astonished ecstasy. Eagerly, she lifted<br />her hips higher into the air this time and dropped her weight upon him<br />hard, impaling herself wantonly on his uptight spear. It felt so good<br />she nearly screamed! She began to bounce on him with abandon, swiveling<br />her hips and churning her heated insides with his tumescent ramrod.<br /><br />Jarvis groaned in delight as she began to pump his solid truncheon with<br />her hot, sweet sleeve. He dropped his hands from her bouncing, jiggling<br />breasts and gripped onto her hips, guiding her down onto him. At the<br />same time, he began to draw back his hips and hump them forward lewdly,<br />driving into her deeply each time she came down on him. Melanie didn't<br />mind his actions in the least. No sirree, she was adapting to the<br />sensations of getting fucked like a fish to water! Jarvis grinned<br />lewdly. Hell, his sister was one of the hottest little sluts he'd ever<br />come across!<br /><br />He began to hammer his pelvis back and forth vigorously, stabbing his<br />dick up into her heavenly chasm again and again. Melanie was groaning<br />and screeching with glee, her suckling cuntal lips making loud,<br />squelching noises as they clutched and released the pounding base of his<br />cock.<br /><br />"Yeah, Melanie honey, feels good, doesn't it?" Jarvis moaned, looking up<br />at her with hot green eyes.<br /><br />"Y-YES!" she gasped brokenly, "S-SO GOOD! MMMMMM!"<br /><br />Her canopied bed was beginning to creak and bounce noisily, and out of<br />the corner of his eye, Jarvis caught sight of their reflection in the<br />mirror. Hell, it turned him on to watch his lovely blonde sister<br />bouncing wantonly up and down on his cock! He had never been so fucking<br />horny in his life!<br /><br />He gave a low salacious growl and gripped tight hold of his sister's<br />waist, skewering her deeply on his dick.<br /><br />"Hold still, babe," he ordered huskily, and Melanie obediently stopped<br />squirming, panting with exertion and desire.<br /><br />With his entire, rock-hard truncheon imbedded completely in her aching<br />snatch, Jarvis rolled the two of them over so that Melanie was lying on<br />her back on the bed and her lusty older brother was nestled on top of<br />her.<br /><br />Luxuriantly, he stirred his massive rod in her depths, savoring the<br />sweet, tight, hot tunnel of flesh. He slid his hands down and gripped<br />her beneath the knees, slowly bending them forward. He placed her ankles<br />over his shoulders and slid his arms around her legs, planting his hands<br />on the bed on either side of her head.<br /><br />He stared down into her beautiful, flushing features, framed by the<br />disheveled golden halo of her hair, and his belly knotted with white-hot<br />coals of lust. He gave a low growl of passionate need and backed his ass<br />away from her, drawing his rigid ramrod almost all the way out of her<br />cunt.<br /><br />Then, he knifed forward with a bestial grunt, slamming his dick into her<br />hard, their bellies mashing together. Melanie's features contorted in a<br />grimace of delight and she gave a soundless gasp of passion. Her hands<br />flew up and grabbed onto his thick, bullish neck, digging into it in a<br />frenzy of lust, and she began to undulate her hips wantonly, swishing<br />them from side to side and churning his long rod deep inside her sweetly<br />honeyed interior.<br /><br />"I'm gonna fuck you real good now, honey," he breathed hoarsely, his<br />green eyes flashing with prurient fervor, "I'm gonna show you what it<br />feels like to be a woman!"<br /><br />He began to pump rhythmically, gradually increasing the force and<br />frequency of his strokes. His big wet balls slapped noisily against her<br />buttocks each time he slammed against her. Melanie's breath rushed from<br />her lungs in little whimpers and gasps each time she felt her big<br />brother's prick slice up inside of her, deliciously chaffing the<br />sensitized sides of her slick, sweet tunnel.<br /><br />Flutters of passionate joy began to accelerate in the girl's quaking<br />loins, and her mind began to reel with lust.<br /><br />"OOOOH! OOOOH! J-JARVIS! I - I THINK IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN!<br />AAAAAH!" she screamed, bucking her hips wildly.<br /><br />"You going to come, baby? You gonna pump your sweet juices around my<br />pounding prick?" her brother panted.<br /><br />"Y-YE-E-E-S! AAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked, tossing her head violently from<br />side to side.<br /><br />Molten lava seemed to seethe through the lower part of her body, rolling<br />over her nerve endings and setting them on fire. Her cunt convulsively<br />sucked and quivered around Jarvis' ramrod which plunged in and out of<br />her harder and harder, faster and faster.<br /><br />Jarvis shuddered in delight as he felt the tight, clasping sleeve of her<br />heated cuntal furrow squeeze and milk the pumping shaft of his cock, and<br />he felt the sweet, unctuous liquid sluice around his quivering,<br />lust-thickened joint as his sister came and came and came!<br /><br />From the sound of the sobs and cries she was making, Jarvis realized<br />that Melanie was having one helluva powerful multiple orgasm, and he<br />relentlessly continued to grind his hips back and forth, driving his<br />dick in and out of her sweet hole, stuffing her to the brim with his<br />long, hard pecker.<br /><br />Melanie's senses were whirling. The feelings that flooded through her<br />body were so intense. She moaned and gasped with joy, her body<br />shuddering as spasms and spasms of orgasmic intensity rippled through<br />her pussy.<br /><br />Jarvis swiveled his hips, slowing down the rapid pace of his strokes,<br />grinding to a stop.<br /><br />Then, he slowly drew his prick out of her aching, oozing cunt. The long<br />fat slab of meatiness flapped up against his washboard rippling belly<br />with a moist slapping sound. His eyes were still blazing with lust.<br /><br />He bent down and kissed Melanie on the lips, stroking her trembling body<br />with his hands soothingly.<br /><br />She opened her eyes, and they were a dark, hot blue, like a troubled sea<br />in a storm.<br /><br />"You want me to stop, honey?" he asked huskily, "You had enough?"<br /><br />Melanie shuddered and shook her head dumbly, her eyes pleading for his<br />cock. He grinned wolfishly, always ready to oblige a woman with a need<br />for a good, long fuck session.<br /><br />But Melanie had one more virginal orifice he wanted to explore.<br /><br />"Turn over on your belly, baby," he ordered huskily.<br /><br />Obediently, Melanie rolled over. Jarvis' eyes greedily swept down to the<br />full, firm cheeks of her creamy, translucent ass. He ran his fingers<br />down her back and dug them into the pliant, shimmering mounds of flesh.<br />Spreading them apart, he revealed the sweet winking rosette of her<br />unviolated asshole. It was pink and puckered and looked incredibly<br />tight.<br /><br />Jarvis scooted down and lowered his face slowly until it was inches away<br />from the marshmallow-like lobes of her high, firm buns. He blew hot air<br />between the quivering butt cheeks, and slowly leaned forward. Puckering<br />his lips, he pressed them against the quivering bunghole, letting her<br />buttocks close about his face. He forked out his tongue greedily and<br />swiped it over the slick, tight anus, tasting the pungent flavor of it,<br />his heart hammering violently in his chest.<br /><br />Melanie's body jerked and she gave an astonished gasp of pleasure.<br />Jarvis was revealing to her erotogenic areas she had never imagined<br />could be aroused before. Jarvis began to work his tongue back and forth<br />rapidly, plunging the tip of it against the puckered maw, inserting it<br />slowly into the tight, clenching muscle until it slid into the blazing,<br />clutching interior of her colon.<br /><br />A sob of dumbfounded delight broke in Melanie's throat and she lifted<br />her ass instinctively, giving her libidinous brother easier access to<br />her sweet nether chasm. Jarvis eagerly snaked his tongue back and forth,<br />driving it almost two inches into her slick, pungent furrow and pulling<br />it back again. From the manner in which she reacted to this ass<br />tonguing, Jarvis could tell that sodomizing his sister wasn't going to<br />be all that difficult.<br /><br />He lifted his head abruptly and scooted up on the bed.<br /><br />"Get up on your hands and knees, Melanie," he ordered huskily.<br /><br />Trembling with erotic anticipation, she complied, lifting her sweet,<br />pale little ass in the air and spreading her legs instinctively.<br /><br />Jarvis peeled back the cheeks of her buttocks, revealing her puckered<br />anus, gleaming with his saliva and winking spasmodically. His pecker<br />jerked in excitement, and he shuffled forward, nestling the bulging,<br />slippery knob of his prick between her pillowy butt cheeks until it<br />pressed against the tight mouth of her anus.<br /><br />Then, he gripped her firmly about the middle and braced himself. He knew<br />that her asshole was damned tight, and that it would probably hurt her a<br />lot when he first penetrated her. The best thing to do, he decided, was<br />to give her the full treatment as fast as possible.<br /><br />He took a deep breath and then, with a savage grunt, the muscles in his<br />arms bulging as he gripped her waist hard, Jarvis slammed his hips<br />forward. For an instant, her stubborn sphincter muscle resisted the<br />lusty onslaught, and then it was stretched wide apart as the huge slab<br />of slick, heated manmeat rammed ten inches inside Melanie's blazing,<br />ravaged innards.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes and mouth shot open as white-hot pain suddenly ripped<br />rudely through her bowels. Then, she uttered a piercing, frantic scream.<br /><br />"J-JARVIS! Y-YOU'RE KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" she screamed<br />frantically.<br /><br />Jarvis nestled his hips against her shuddering buns, stirring his cock<br />deep inside her guts. He felt her throbbing, agonized sphincter muscle<br />spasmodically clenching and releasing the enormous obstacle that had so<br />rudely intruded into her virginal anal passageway.<br /><br />"Relax, honey, just relax and it will start to feel better," Jarvis said<br />soothingly to his sobbing sister.<br /><br />At first, she had struggled, trying to break away from him, but her<br />powerfully built brother was no match for her. He held her in a viselike<br />grip, imbedding the entire length of his gigantic truncheon to the root<br />inside of her. Jarvis shuddered, the flaming, satiny membranes of her<br />rectal chute sluicing around the pulsating thickness of his manhood.<br /><br />Then, he began to move, slowly. He backed up several inches and pumped<br />back into her, gently stirring his rod in her violated intestines. He<br />drove in and out, pulling a little more of his dick out of her each<br />time, pushing into her a little harder each time.<br /><br />Melanie's frantic sobs began to abate, suddenly. Now she was gasping and<br />giving little startled whimpers of awakening pleasure. A strange, dark,<br />billowing sensation began to course through her bowels, a peculiar<br />ecstasy. The sharp pains had evaporated, and she was suddenly becoming<br />consumed by incredibly exciting sensations. She began to mewl in<br />delight, and hot fires of desire raged furiously through her body. She<br />arched her back and began to instinctively push her trembling buttocks<br />back against Jarvis' body.<br /><br />Jarvis felt her respond and gave a low, contented growl. Gripping her<br />hips hard, he backed out until all but the barbed knob of his pecker<br />were freed from her tight, clenching anal passageway. Then, with a<br />savage grunt, he pounded back into her. Melanie screamed, but it was a<br />scream of pure pleasure. She wanted it. She wanted that thick, brutal<br />pole battered deep inside her simmering, suckling asshole.<br /><br />And Jarvis was eager to oblige. Grunts of animalistic passion spraying<br />from between his clenched teeth, he began to pound into her hard,<br />slamming his huge mauler deep inside her, his libidinous fires blazing<br />in his loins, his head beginning to swim with uncontrollable lust.<br /><br />He couldn't contain himself any longer. Gasping with masculine pleasure,<br />he slammed in and out of his sister's constricting asshole with all his<br />might. Each time he banged into her, a bone-rattling shudder rushed<br />through Melanie's body and she groaned in ecstasy.<br /><br />"OOOH, HELL, HONEY! I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER! I'M GONNA BLAST YOU FULL<br />OF MY JUICE, BABY! AARRRRGH!"<br /><br />He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt<br />inside of her, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body.<br />His big balls tightened and boiled over, and hot, heavy jets of jism<br />hurtled up his tubes and blasted deep into Melanie's guts, spraying her<br />full of his semen.<br /><br />As soon as she felt the hot liquid spatter deep inside of her, Melanie<br />felt her stomach flip-flop with excitement, and a gush of searing<br />pleasure coursed through her. She gave an impassioned shriek, bucking<br />back against Jarvis' lusty strokes, coming again and again, in her ass<br />and in her cunt, her entire body blazing with promiscuous libidinous<br />delight.<br /><br />The incestuous siblings lay in one another's arms for a long time,<br />gasping and tingling with delicious, tired delight. The rich scent of<br />sex and sweat wafted into their nostrils, and they talked in low voices,<br />caressing one another and kissing frequently.<br /><br />"Whatever we do," Jarvis said huskily, "We better not let Daddy find out<br />about it. I swear, he's likely to get out his shotgun and blast me full<br />of holes if he thought I'd laid a hand on my pretty sister!"<br /><br />Melanie smiled at him voluptuously, closing her small warm fingers<br />around her brother's limp sticky lance.<br /><br />"I want you to lay your hand on me any time you want, Jarvis, dear," she<br />said in a voice like melted honey, "And right now, I'd like to have<br />another taste of your cock. Now that I know what it's like, I'm not<br />about to let an opportunity like this go to waste."<br /><br />She began to move her fingers up and down his slowly stiffening rod and<br />her horny older brother moaned in pleasure as lust rekindled in his hard<br />young loins. Melanie bent down and blew hot breath on Jarvis' cockhead,<br />and then took it slowly into her mouth and began to suck.<br /><br />Jarvis closed his eyes and grinned in lascivious excitement. It was<br />going to be one helluva sensual afternoon!<br /><br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br /><br />Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for<br />hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their<br />father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into<br />various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to<br />count.<br /><br />Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his<br />children looking so tired before.<br /><br />"I just don't see how you can be tired, Melanie," he said, winking at<br />his lovely daughter, "What did you do today which was so strenuous?"<br /><br />"Oh, nothing, Daddy," Melanie simpered, batting her long lashes at him,<br />"Nothing at all, and I was bored silly. Sometimes there's nothing that<br />tires one so much as being bored."<br /><br />She turned her eyes toward her brother and flashed him a voluptuous<br />smile. He grinned back, and then hastily averted his eyes, concentrating<br />on eating his supper.<br /><br />"You know, Daddy," Melanie said sweetly, "Opal Wakefield is having her<br />debutante ball in less than a month and I've got absolutely nothing to<br />wear to it!"<br /><br />"Oh, come now, honey, what about that pink and white thing you just had<br />whipped up? That cost me an arm and a leg!"<br /><br />"But DADDY, I wore that to Roberta Hampton's wedding! I couldn't<br />possibly be seen in public with an old dress!" Melanie pouted.<br /><br />Rhett Wilkerson made a comical expression of exasperation, winking at<br />his son.<br /><br />"Women! I don't pretend to understand their whims and niceties!" he<br />exclaimed, "Why a dress is considered 'old' after it's been worn once is<br />beyond me! Well, sweetheart, you know you can get yourself a new outfit<br />any time you like."<br /><br />"Well, that's just it, Daddy," Melanie said, "I was wondering if you'd<br />let Brutus drive me into town tomorrow to Mr. Klinton's shop to pick out<br />some material. I hear he just got a new shipment of silks from France,<br />and Livia Charlston's mother is getting her dress made there."<br /><br />Rhett frowned and said slowly, "Well, I suppose so. I'm flying to<br />Oaksbury in the morning, so I won't be needing the car. But don't you go<br />wandering about the town, now, you hear, Missy? I don't want to hear<br />anything about your gallivanting about without an escort, or you'll be<br />grounded for a month. Is that clear? You go to town, pick out the damn<br />cloth, and come right straight home!"<br /><br />"Well, of course, Daddy! You don't have to be so suspicious of me!"<br />Melanie exclaimed, flashing him her most dazzling smile.<br /><br />When she wanted to, Melanie could manipulate just about anybody. Her<br />domineering father could be wrapped around her little finger when she<br />wanted him to be. And now that she had gotten a taste of what it was<br />like to be a free woman, Melanie's appetite was ravenous. She knew she<br />could have what she wanted and still retain the saintly image her father<br />wanted to ingrain in her until he had married her off.<br /><br />She awakened in the morning feeling deliciously rested. Her cunt and<br />asshole ached a little, but it was a delicious ache, and one which sent<br />ripples of excitement coursing through her when she remembered what had<br />caused it.<br /><br />Jarvis was going to be away for the next few days with some friends on a<br />camping trip, so she had to seek sensual adventures elsewhere.<br /><br />And she had been very titillated by the sight of Brutus and Dahlia<br />fooling around in the barn the day before. She wanted to get a look at<br />that huge pecker of Brutus' up close.<br /><br />After she had eaten breakfast, Melanie stretched luxuriantly and said to<br />Dahlia,<br /><br />"Dahlia, please go tell Brutus that I'm ready to go into town now, and<br />he can bring the car around to the front of the house."<br /><br />"Yes, ma'am," the pretty mulatto servant chirped, tripping off to find<br />her hulking black stud of a lover.<br /><br />Melanie went back to her room and put some finishing touches on her<br />make-up, surveying herself critically in the mirror. She smugly thought<br />that she looked absolutely stunning, and she was right, too. Dressed in<br />a very revealing gown with a plunging neckline, made of a virtually<br />transparent blue material that clung to her curvaceous figure, she<br />looked sweet and sugary and very, very sexy.<br /><br />Melanie heard the car puff around to the front of the house, and she<br />darted downstairs, swinging her purse on her arm, and dashed out of the<br />front door.<br /><br />Brutus got out of the car and respectfully held open the back door for<br />her.<br /><br />"No, Brutus, I want to ride up front today, so I can see everything!"<br />Melanie said cheerfully, dazzling him with a voluptuous smile.<br /><br />"Yes, ma'am," he said.<br /><br />She slid in beside him in the front seat of the limousine, and he<br />started the motor and began to drive out of the family estate.<br /><br />"Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan's Lake? I'm in no<br />hurry, and I'd love to take a scenic drive before we get into town!"<br /><br />"Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says," Brutus said amiably, and<br />turned the car around, heading for Mulligan's Lake.<br /><br />Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie regarded the big black stud with<br />admiration.<br /><br />He was neatly dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, but<br />she could see the way his burly body bulged and strained against the<br />material. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her<br />wanton loins. The titillating idea of a forbidden, sexual encounter with<br />a Negro made her feel promiscuously excited. She knew that her father<br />would be utterly aghast if he ever even suspected that she was attracted<br />to a black man, let alone actually had a sexual encounter with one.<br />Well, she had every intention of doing a lot of things that would shock<br />her father if he knew about them. And she had no intention of letting<br />her father find out.<br /><br />Brutus couldn't get over how dazzling Miss Melanie looked that morning<br />in her diaphanous blue gown. Her long golden hair was thrown back and<br />fell in brilliant tresses down her back, and her large blue eyes<br />sparkled like chinks of sky. He couldn't help stealing a look at her<br />revealing, plunging neckline. Miss Melanie had the creamiest, smoothest<br />looking skin he'd ever seen and her full ballooning breasts looked like<br />round firm melons, good enough to eat.<br /><br />Brutus shook these disturbing thoughts from his mind, knowing how<br />dangerous they could be. You start messing around with the boss's<br />daughter, you playing with fire, fool, he told himself.<br /><br />Brutus didn't know that the lovely sixteen year old wench had plans to<br />seduce him, and was squirming with excitement.<br /><br />They drove along in silence for a while, and then Melanie began to speak<br />in her sweet, innocent sounding tones.<br /><br />"You planning on marrying our Dahlia, Brutus?"<br /><br />The big black stud cast an amazed glance at the daughter of his<br />employer.<br /><br />"Me and Dahlia, getting hitched? No, ma'am! Where you got that idea?"<br /><br />"But you like Dahlia a lot, don't you, Brutus?"<br /><br />The big man shrugged. "Why, sure. Dahlia's a fine woman. But I ain't<br />interested in her that way, ma'am. I got my own fiancée in town."<br /><br />"Oh," Melanie said, "Then, how come you have sex with Dahlia in the barn<br />all the time?"<br /><br />Brutus nearly swerved the car off the road and into a tree he was so<br />overcome with shock. The hulking black brute was shaking like a leaf in<br />consternation, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.<br /><br />"W-What's that, M-Miss Melanie?" he gasped hoarsely.<br /><br />Melanie gave a silvery laugh and patted his huge bicep soothingly.<br /><br />"Oh, don't look so scared, Brutus, silly! I was just pulling your leg!<br />I'm not going to tattle to Daddy about your messing around with his<br />mistress, don't you worry!"<br /><br />Brutus gulped hard and stammered, "T-Thank you, Miss Melanie."<br /><br />She batted her lashes coquettishly at him and said in a slightly lower<br />voice, "That is, I won't tell him if you promise to do exactly as I<br />say."<br /><br />Brutus swept a sidelong, startled glance at the pretty but crafty blonde<br />perched beside him in the front seat of the limousine.<br /><br />"Anything you say, Miss Melanie," he muttered, still in a state of<br />semi-shock.<br /><br />"Good," she said crisply, "Because I'd like to get to know you a lot<br />better, Brutus!"<br /><br />She reached out and placed her small pale hand on his thigh and squeezed<br />lightly, feeling the play of solid muscle beneath his black slacks. She<br />was eyeing the enormous basket that bulged between the black stud's<br />legs, and her pussy began to get all warm and itchy.<br /><br />Slowly, she ran her hand down the inside of his leg toward the groin<br />area, and a shudder ran through Brutus' huge frame.<br /><br />"M-Miss Melanie," he stammered hoarsely, "I - I don't think you better<br />do that. Your Daddy would be awful, awful mad if - if..."<br /><br />His voice trailed off weakly and he gave a little groan when Melanie's<br />fingers closed around the big bulge made by his long thick cock and<br />balls. She squeezed it lewdly, caressing the gradually expanding hose of<br />flesh through the material of his pants and making a cooing noise of<br />excitement and admiration.<br /><br />"Ooooh, Brutus! You're so big down there, aren't you? Like a horse!"<br />Melanie gasped.<br /><br />Brutus gave a low groan of pleasure and alarm as the pretty white girl's<br />fingers fumbled with his fly and slowly pulled down his zipper. Melanie<br />thrust her hand eagerly inside his pants. Her fingers scraped through<br />his tight, kinky pubic patch and brushed over the thick, rope-like shaft<br />of his donkey-sized schlong. Grasping it at the base, she fished the<br />flopping prong of meat out of the black dude's pants and gave a little<br />squeak of admiration when it sprang free and continued to grow and grow<br />and grow in her little lily white hand, a huge, purple-knobbed slab of<br />dark flesh and gristle, hot with lust and throbbing mightily.<br /><br />"Oh, MY, Brutus! It's even bigger close up than it looked yesterday in<br />the barn!" Melanie gasped, her blue eyes widening as she ran her fingers<br />up and down the thickening stem of the impressive, rubbery pole.<br /><br />"I - In the barn?" Brutus croaked, looking at her in wonder.<br /><br />"Yes, Brutus, I was spying on you and Dahlia when you were getting it on<br />in the barn yesterday afternoon," Melanie said with a giggle, "But don't<br />worry, Brutus, Daddy's not going to find out. I'm a clever young lady,<br />and you just do what I say and everything will be just fine!"<br /><br />The black brawny brute had no choice but to obey the willowy young<br />blonde's commands.<br /><br />They were nearing Mulligan's Lake, a large oval-shaped body of water in<br />the countryside where folks sometimes came to picnic. Today, the area<br />was deserted and looked idyllic and beautiful.<br /><br />Melanie spotted a grove of oak trees near the water, and she decided<br />that was as good a place as any for the little sex session she wanted to<br />have with Brutus before going into town.<br /><br />"Oh, Brutus! See that clearing in those trees over there? Drive the car<br />into it and park for a while, will you please?"<br /><br />"Yes, ma'am," Brutus muttered, his heart pounding hard.<br /><br />The soft white hand which continued to pump up and down the rigid length<br />of his rigid phallus was sending darts of flaming prurience through his<br />lusty loins, and his fear was becoming overwhelmed by the hot,<br />unreasoning desire that was taking possession of his senses. Hell, the<br />prettiest, sexiest white girl he'd ever laid eyes on was practically<br />begging him to get into her pants! What red-blooded guy could turn down<br />an offer like that, no matter what the potential consequences might be?<br /><br />Brutus pulled the limousine into the clearing, parking beneath an<br />enormous oak tree which cast a shadow across the car and camouflaged it<br />somewhat.<br /><br />Melanie went to work right away. Her fingers darted to Brutus' shirt,<br />unbuttoning it rapidly and drawing it open. She cooed in feminine<br />pleasure as she ran her hands over the hard, muscular slopes of his<br />mahogany hued torso, scraping her fingers through the tight kinky coils<br />of hair that covered his chest and belly. She bent forward and pressed<br />her lips lightly to his warm brown flesh. Lashing out her tongue, she<br />lapped at it lewdly, and inhaled the musky, pungent scent of Brutus'<br />masculine black body.<br /><br />The big black stud groaned in pleasure, gaping at the gorgeous girl who<br />was so obscenely tonguing his body. Her silky blonde hair spilled across<br />his dark, rippling belly as she moved downward, dipping her tongue<br />briefly into his navel before swirling it through the pungent mane of<br />dark, kinky pubic hair that surrounded the thick bulging root of his<br />prick, which she was still pumping with one hand.<br /><br />Bending low, Melanie blew hot air on the huge, swollen nuts that dangled<br />to the seat of the car, and then pressed her puckered, pink lips against<br />the scumbag, kissing it wetly, the tip of her tongue snaking out and<br />sluicing across the wrinkly skin, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his<br />manhood.<br /><br />The sultry blonde purred in excitement, lewdly swirling her tongue<br />around the fat, vein-etched base of his battering ram, moving slowly up<br />the trunk-like column, sucking her pouting lips about the gnarled, rigid<br />flesh and darting her tongue rapidly back and forth across it.<br /><br />She bathed the stretched, taut flesh with her warm saliva, and hummed<br />against the sensitized tower as she sucked at and kissed it. Brutus gave<br />a low, broken moan of pleasure, his senses swirling with lust. Reaching<br />down, he ran his huge, coarse fingers through Melanie's silken blonde<br />tresses and shuddered as he felt her lips brush over the bulging,<br />mushroom-shaped knob of his cock.<br /><br />Melanie lapped the driblet of translucent liquid that had pearled on the<br />tip of his glans, and then stretched her jaws wide apart and slowly let<br />the first couple of inches of the enormous phallus slide over her<br />wriggling tongue and into her mouth. He was truly gargantuan! Her jaws<br />were straining so far apart they threatened to snap, and ached with the<br />effort required to accommodate a log of flesh so large. But Melanie<br />loved it. She loved the heady, pungent taste and smell of the thick,<br />unwashed slab of black manmeat. Her vision was cloudy with sluttish<br />excitement, and she suckled the cock excitedly, running her fingers up<br />and down the shaft while with her other hand, she tickled and caressed<br />his balls.<br /><br />Brutus clamped his hand on the back of her head, giving a low cry of<br />animalistic desire. He was becoming delirious with desire, and began to<br />pump his powerful hips up and down, feeding his throbbing staff into<br />Melanie's willing mouth.<br /><br />The perky blonde gagged slightly as the barbed tip of his mammoth<br />truncheon lodged suddenly in the back of her throat, but, remembering<br />Dahlia's sword-swallowing prowess, her determination to do better<br />sexually than the mulatto wench persevered, and she gulped hard, tears<br />coming to her eyes which bulged when she felt the gigantic length of<br />black manmeat begin to squelch deep into her constricting gullet.<br /><br />Brutus howled in pleasure as he felt inch after inch of his horsedick<br />slide into the incredibly tight, satiny wetness of Melanie's mouth and<br />throat. He bucked his pelvis frantically and shoved down on the back of<br />the blonde girl's head with his hand until her upturned nose was<br />flattened against his wiry pubic bush. Then, he released his hand in<br />horror, realizing that he had just rammed his huge dick to the root in<br />his white boss's sixteen year old daughter's throat.<br /><br />Melanie pulled back her head just enough to allow herself a gulp of air,<br />and then she began to bob up and down, sucking noisily, deep-throating<br />the big slab of black meat again and again.<br /><br />She hummed in delight, swirling her tongue around the pulsating shaft,<br />circling her lips about the base and sucking wantonly. She felt his meat<br />vibrate and grow hotter and hotter as unbridled lust fanned through his<br />lusty masculine loins.<br /><br />But Melanie didn't want Brutus to shoot his wad in her mouth. She wanted<br />to feel him ensconced in her hot, aching cuntal sheath, which was<br />dripping and twitching with excitement as she gave Brutus a terrific<br />blow job.<br /><br />She lifted her head and released the stiff, dark sex tool. It stood<br />straight up from Brutus' lap, shuddering and gleaming with Melanie's<br />saliva.<br /><br />Then, Melanie raised her warm, sensuous blue eyes to Brutus' face,<br />parting her wet, pink lips slightly. She reached for the top of her<br />dress and pulled out the full, pale lobes of her breasts, releasing them<br />from the low cleavage she had purposely worn.<br /><br />Brutus' eyes bulged as he gaped down at the high, proud white tits that<br />pointed up at him, capped by large, reddish brown knobs with turreting<br />nipples. Pale blue veins could be seen beneath the creamy smooth flesh<br />of her melon-shaped knockers, and the big black stud couldn't resist<br />reaching out and clamping his hand around the swollen bowls of flesh. He<br />squeezed them hard, mashing the palms of his hands against the aching<br />nipples, licking his lips in excitement.<br /><br />"Do you want to fuck me, Brutus?" Melanie breathed as she wriggled<br />against his hands, thrusting her tits against him lasciviously.<br /><br />"Y-Yes, ma'am," he croaked finally, his dark brown eyes burning with<br />lust.<br /><br />"Good," she said, "Because I want to feel that huge black meat stuffed<br />deep inside my pussy!"<br /><br />She hiked her dress up lewdly around her waist, revealing her sweet<br />creamy thighs and the glistening lambent triangular patch of hair on her<br />pouting muff.<br /><br />Melanie spread her legs salaciously, exposing the pink, swollen lips of<br />her vulva and the gleaming, oozing entryway to her bower of bliss. She<br />was wet and hot down there, ready for sex.<br /><br />Melanie scrambled onto the seat and planted her hands on Brutus' broad<br />shoulders, straddling his hips suddenly. With a little whimper of<br />anticipation, she slowly lowered herself upon him.<br /><br />The black stud dropped his hands from her tits and slid them lewdly over<br />the succulent curves of her buns, gripping her firmly about the hips and<br />guiding her down upon the rigid upright tip of his blazing sex organ.<br /><br />Melanie threw back her head and gave a little sobbing moan of pleasure<br />when she felt the huge wet knob bump against her quivering, slickened<br />pussy lips, spreading them apart as the black dude steadily pushed her<br />down in his lap. Her eyes snapped open as the thick rubbery tool began<br />to gradually slide up inside of her. Her cuntal canal was stretched<br />impossibly as inch after thick, corrugated inch slid into the furnace<br />hot sweetness of her vaginal sheath. Convulsive tremors of wanton<br />pleasure wracked her body as the gargantuan corona battered finally<br />against her cervix, stretching it as far as it could go. Her entire body<br />on fire, Melanie found herself nestling in the lap of the hulking<br />chauffeur, the enormous thickness of his obscenely erect phallus<br />imbedded in her hot, buttery chute.<br /><br />Melanie gave a whimper of unadulterated pleasure, her nipples swollen<br />and aching with sensual delight, and she began to bounce up and down,<br />letting the long thick joint squelch in and out of her tight, sucking<br />glove-like interior.<br /><br />"Yeah, Miss Melanie, that's fine! Ride that black meat, baby! Yeah!"<br />Brutus began to mumble thickly, pumping his hips back and forth, jamming<br />his sex-thickened tool deep into the gorgeous blonde nymphomaniac's hot,<br />twitching pussy.<br /><br />Melanie gasped and lowered her face on his, pressing her sweet pink lips<br />to his big sensual black mouth. Brutus growled in bestial pleasure,<br />clamping his mouth to hers and kissing her hungrily. His thick pink<br />tongue plied into Melanie's mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.<br /><br />He kneaded her tits with his big hands, catching the ripe nipples<br />between his coarse forefingers and thumbs and tweaking them lewdly. At<br />the same time, he humped his hips lustfully up and down as Melanie<br />deliriously rode his big horsedick, her body wriggling, her big knockers<br />jouncing, little squeals and mewls of delight fluttering from her lips.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 5<br /><br /><br />"Oh, BRUTUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Melanie screeched, oscillating her<br />hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud's long, stiff pecker.<br /><br />The brawny brute had his hands clamped around the white girl's middle<br />and he was slamming her down savagely on his lap, grunting like a bull<br />in rut as he pumped his hips lustily back and forth, ramming all eleven<br />inches of his iron-hard poker deep inside Melanie's tight, clutching<br />glove-like abyss.<br /><br />The black limousine creaked and bounced on its axles as the burly black<br />dude violently churned his pelvis to and fro, driving his thick joint to<br />the balls into the blonde girl's aching pussy, swiveling his hips and<br />savoring the sensation of having his stiff tool encased with silken<br />sweetness.<br /><br />Melanie's big, jutting breasts bounced and flopped together before his<br />eyes, the ripe, strawberry-hued nipples swollen and aching in lust.<br />Bending forward, he affixed his thick, sensuous lips to one of her<br />round, silver dollar sized nipples and sucked it greedily as he<br />continued to pump his prick in and out of Melanie's hot twat.<br /><br />Melanie gave a high pitched shriek of frenzied passion, tossing her<br />blonde hair from side to side as she rode faster and faster on the<br />bulging tumescence which stretched and battered her insides.<br /><br />"OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH!" she gasped brokenly, "I - I'M GOING TO COME!!<br />AAAAIEEE!"<br /><br />She screamed in delirious ecstasy, her face contorted with passion as<br />white-hot blasts of explosive pleasure wracked her hungry, cock-loving<br />loins. She bounced frantically on the bloated penis, her cuntal walls<br />spasming, her hot, unctuous juices flowing copiously around the sides of<br />Brutus' prick.<br /><br />"AAWWW, ma'am, I - I is gonna come too, oh YES! YES, LADY, YES!<br />AARRRRGH!" Brutus roared, his white teeth gleaming as he snarled in<br />sensual excitement.<br /><br />He gripped Melanie tightly about the hips and brought her down violently<br />on top of his quivering pecker, lifting his hips clean off the car seat<br />and ramming as deeply inside the pretty blonde sixteen year old as he<br />could. Great spasms of lust wracked his powerfully built, masculine<br />body, and Melanie whimpered as she felt the huge shaft of his dick<br />expand and convulse in orgasmic ecstasy.<br /><br />Thick spurts of hot, juicy jism sprayed from his piss-slit, blasting<br />deep into her hungry, quaking womb, filling her up with his pungent,<br />heavy seed. Brutus groaned and shuddered, slowly, luxuriously, humping<br />his hips back and forth, continuing to squirt blast after blast of semen<br />into the white slut's belly.<br /><br />Shuddering in ecstasy, they ground to a stop, and Melanie dropped limply<br />against the big black stud's body, laying her head on his shoulder and<br />panting loudly, mewling in regret as she felt his thick tool begin to<br />shrink inside of her.<br /><br />The musky scent of sweat and sex filled the close space of the car like<br />incense.<br /><br />After a while, Melanie raised her head, her eyes twinkling, and she said<br />in mocking tones, "Why, Brutus, you black devil you! Fancy taking<br />advantage of a vulnerable white lady when she's alone!"<br /><br />Brutus grinned wolfishly at her, feeling bold, and said huskily, "Any<br />time dis white lady wants to be taken advantage of, dis black devil is<br />ready and willing!"<br /><br />"Well," said Melanie with a sigh, sliding into her seat, "I'm all messed<br />up now!"<br /><br />She glanced out the window at the lake, a shimmering body of cool, clear<br />water. There was no one to be seen any where around, and Melanie had a<br />sudden idea.<br /><br />"Listen, Brutus," she said quickly, "I'm going to take a quick dip in<br />the lake, to clean myself off, and then we'll head for town, O.K.?"<br /><br />"You're the boss, Miss Melanie," Brutus drawled, tucking his long, lusty<br />manhood away in his pants.<br /><br />Melanie opened the door and scampered out, shedding her clothing and<br />jumping into the cool water with a squeal of delight. She frolicked in<br />the water for quite a while, splashing it over her body and rinsing away<br />the sweat and love juice that had been the result of the hot sex tussle<br />in which she had just participated.<br /><br />From the car, Brutus watched with glowing, appreciative eyes. He shook<br />his head in wonder, grinning salaciously. Shee-it, she was one helluva<br />gorgeous, sexy little bitch! He sure was lucky to get a piece of that<br />gorgeous ass before it belonged to someone. And he had no doubt that<br />Melanie would some day find a man who could take care of her sensual<br />appetite. At least, she'd keep on searching until she found him.<br /><br />When Melanie scampered naked back to the car, she looked flushed and<br />excited and happy.<br /><br />"Do you have a towel or something, Brutus?" she gasped, shivering, goose<br />bumps puckering on her creamy white flesh.<br /><br />Brutus bent over and fished around in the back seat and came up with a<br />piece of cloth which sufficed for the moment, and Melanie patted herself<br />dry before scrambling into her clothes and plopping into the seat beside<br />Brutus, fresh and clean as a daisy.<br /><br />"Let's get going, Brutus! I have some shopping to do!" she said<br />brightly.<br /><br />As they pulled into town, the traffic got backed up, and crowds of<br />people were to be seen on the streets.<br /><br />Melanie frowned and exclaimed, "Why, what on earth is going on here?"<br /><br />"It's him, ma'am," Brutus said, pointing to a poster on a lamp post.<br /><br />It was a large picture of a ruggedly handsome man of middle age, with a<br />caption that read: "Hardman stands for Integrity. Vote Democratic!"<br /><br />"Oh, a political speech," Melanie said, wrinkling her nose, "I don't<br />know why the silly man even bothers. Daddy's going to win the election,<br />everyone knows that."<br /><br />Brutus cast a sidelong glance at Melanie, repressing a grin. Secretly,<br />he was hoping that Lance Hardman would win the election. Hardman was a<br />strong supporter of civil rights and pro-black laws, the type of<br />governor a backward Southern state like this one badly needed. On the<br />other hand, Wilkerson stood for the old-fashioned values and bigotries<br />which Hardman was seeking to conquer.<br /><br />"Well, this traffic is absolutely impossible!" Melanie exclaimed<br />petulantly, "And it's only a few blocks to Mr. Klinton's shop! Pull over<br />to the curb, Brutus and let me out. Meet me in front of the shop in an<br />hour."<br /><br />She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted to do, and said<br />slowly, "No, make that two hours, Brutus."<br /><br />The black stud raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.<br /><br />"That should give you plenty of time to try on lots an' lots of dresses,<br />ma'am," he drawled with a twinkle in his eye.<br /><br />Melanie made a face at him and giggled, jumping out of the car and<br />disappearing in the crowd.<br /><br />Mr. Klinton's dress shop was practically empty. Everyone had gone out to<br />hear Lance Hardman's speech, and the disgruntled shop keepers were left<br />without customers. So, Mr. Klinton was delighted when Melanie Wilkerson,<br />one of his better customers, tripped in to see him.<br /><br />He showed her the line of expensive silks just imported from France, and<br />Melanie surveyed them for a long while, picking two she liked; one a<br />soft mauve, the other a delicate blue.<br /><br />She glanced at the clock on the wall and said brightly, "Well, I'll take<br />those, Mr. Klinton. I'll be back next week to discuss patterns and all.<br />You can just bill my father, of course. Oh, can you please save the<br />material for me? I don't want to walk around carrying a heavy bag."<br /><br />"But of course I can, Miss Wilkerson," Mr. Klinton said eagerly, "You<br />are welcome in my shop any time. Any time at all! And I think your<br />choices are superb! The blue especially will complement your beautiful<br />eyes!"<br /><br />"Why, thank you, Mr. Klinton! How sweet of you to say so," Melanie<br />simpered, and flounced out of the shop.<br /><br />She strolled down the street, trying to keep out of the way of the<br />jostling crowds who were struggling toward the depot where Lance Hardman<br />was making his speech. She found herself making her way in that<br />direction, and climbing onto the porch of the general store, she had a<br />good view of the stage upon which the ambitious politician was perched.<br /><br />They had just set up a microphone for him, and Hardman began his speech.<br />He had a stirring, confident voice, and he said intelligent, reassuring<br />things which the crowd seemed to like. But Melanie knew the politics<br />racket backward and forward. All politicians began sounding alike,<br />whatever their party line, and she knew for a fact that they promised<br />the moon without any intention at all of carrying through their<br />promises.<br /><br />Her eyes roved through the crowds, picking out attractive men. Her cunt<br />was deliciously aching from the hard, rugged fuck session she'd just<br />undergone with her father's black servant. But the sex had merely<br />whetted her sensual appetite. She was awakening to the delights of<br />womanhood, and meant to savor every moment of it.<br /><br />She sighed, after a while, getting bored. It was a hot day, even on the<br />shade of the porch, and all the people and the dust made her feel<br />claustrophobic. She tilted her head back and looked restlessly around.<br />Her eyes were suddenly riveted on the sight of a young man on the<br />balcony of a building directly across from her.<br /><br />She saw that it was a rooming house. The fellow was leaning on his arms<br />against the balcony railing, so that all she could see of him was his<br />face, which was resting on his arms. He was listening to Lance Hardman,<br />but there was a cynical smile on his handsome young face.<br /><br />And he was very, very handsome indeed. He had short blond hair and eyes<br />that were a deep sapphire blue, set in a rugged, darkly tanned face.<br />Melanie had never been so immediately attracted to a young man before.<br /><br />She hesitated for only a moment, and then, setting her head with<br />determination, made her way quickly across the street to the boarding<br />house. The door was open, because the proprietress was standing on the<br />porch, listening to the speech. Without a pause, Melanie marched inside<br />and climbed the stairs to the second floor. A quick series of<br />calculations made her determine that the room which led onto the balcony<br />was to the left of the stairwell.<br /><br />Without bothering to knock, she turned the knob and was delighted to<br />find that the door was not locked. She sauntered in. It was a modest<br />room with two single beds, comfortable but not opulent. A door opened<br />out onto the balcony, and Melanie could see the young man still leaning<br />against the railing, looking down.<br /><br />From behind he looked very attractive, too. He was wearing a<br />short-sleeved shirt and tight corduroy pants, and his figure looked<br />splendid. He was about six feet tall and well-built, with strong legs, a<br />small tight ass and a broad, powerful chest. Melanie quivered in<br />excitement, and, taking a deep breath, she sauntered to the door,<br />stepping onto the balcony and casually wandered over beside the young<br />man, leaning over the railing and glancing down.<br /><br />"Are you really listening to that boring man's speech?" she said<br />petulantly.<br /><br />The young spark nearly leaped a mile. He turned a pair of amazed blue<br />eyes on his companion, and a look of astonishment and appreciation came<br />over his face.<br /><br />Melanie gave a silvery laugh and said with a twinkle in her eye, "My!<br />You look as though you've just seen a ghost!"<br /><br />"I am sorry, ma'am," he said with a courtly bow, "I didn't hear you come<br />in."<br /><br />"I know," she said impishly, "I meant it to be a surprise. I saw you<br />standing up here all alone and thought you might like some company."<br /><br />He flashed her a sexy grin, exposing twin rows of white teeth.<br /><br />"I would be glad of your company any time, Miss...?"<br /><br />"Just call me Melanie," she said sweetly, batting her long lashes at<br />him, "And what might I call you?"<br /><br />"My name's Randy," the young man said, his hot blue eyes raking boldly<br />up and down her figure.<br /><br />Melanie sidled sneakily closer to him until their arms rubbed together<br />and she said with a sigh, glancing down at the street, "I don't know why<br />everyone's so interested in that man Hardman. He's not going to win the<br />election. Do you think he is?"<br /><br />Randy gave a sheepish grin and said slowly, "Well, I'm rather biased,<br />I'm afraid. I don't want to scare you away, honey, but I think it's only<br />right to let you know. I'm Randy Hardman, and that's my father!"<br /><br />Now it was Melanie's turn to be astounded. She gaped at the handsome<br />young man in silence for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Her<br />laughter was so infectious that Randy soon joined in.<br /><br />"I know it's a funny coincidence," Randy chuckled, "I hope you'll<br />forgive me my family."<br /><br />"It's funnier than you can imagine," Melanie giggled, but she didn't let<br />him in on her part of the secret.<br /><br />"Anyway," she said with a smile, "You're very nice and very handsome and<br />I like you a lot. I liked you the instant I saw you."<br /><br />"My dear young lady," Randy said huskily, "The feeling is absolutely<br />mutual, I assure you. I tell you, it's very flattering to be admired by<br />the prettiest young woman I've ever laid eyes on. And I am not pulling<br />your leg, ma'am. You are an absolute angel! But I can't get over the<br />feeling that I've seen you before, somewhere."<br /><br />"Perhaps you have," she said, with a twinkle, "But all I'm interested in<br />is now."<br /><br />She turned and looked at him searchingly, her face flushed with romantic<br />ardor. Gazing down at her, the brawny young dude was incredibly turned<br />on. She was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in<br />her hot blue eyes.<br /><br />Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, and then, slid<br />his arms about her waist, drawing Melanie tightly against his body and<br />kissing her hard. Their tongues dueled as their mouths strained against<br />one another, and Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing her<br />arms about his strong neck and flattening her breasts against his chest.<br /><br />Randy ran his hands down her back and over the firm pliant cheeks of her<br />ass, squeezing them lightly and pressing their loins together. Melanie<br />gave a little whimper of excitement as she felt the solid, throbbing log<br />of his cock press against her belly.<br /><br />She quivered quiescently when Randy's groping fingers found the zipper<br />in back of her dress and slowly drew it down.<br /><br />He pulled slightly away from her, hooking his fingers gently in the<br />lining of her dress and pulling it over her shoulders, letting it drop<br />in a soft heap on the floor of the porch.<br /><br />He gave a low moan of carnal delight when he saw that the luscious<br />blonde wore nothing beneath. Reaching out, Randy drew his big strong<br />hands over her slender shoulders and down across the full, trembling<br />pillows of her boobs, kneading them luxuriously, swiping the tips of his<br />thumbs across the aching breasts. Slowly, he ran his hands down her<br />slender sides and over her hips, sliding one hand across her thigh and<br />between her legs, cupping the full, tender mound of her throbbing mons<br />veneris.<br /><br />Melanie gave a throaty gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers<br />feather through her lambent pubic bush and brush across the pouting lips<br />of her sensitized vulva. Bending down, Randy gently kissed her on the<br />cheek, on the mouth, on the eyes, his fingers lightly stroking back and<br />forth across her tingling pussy. He pressed harder, sliding two fingers<br />between the glistening, slick petals of flesh, moaning in delight as he<br />felt the hot, buttery interior of her tight, sweet twat. He discovered<br />the throbbing, slackened knob of her clitoris and strummed it<br />skillfully, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy coursing through Melanie's<br />middle.<br /><br />She gave a low sob of pleasure, undulating her hips wantonly against his<br />hand, reveling in the ecstatic sensations that swam through her hungry<br />loins.<br /><br />Randy bent down and pressed his mouth to her warm white flesh, sliding<br />his hand around one of her breasts and lifting it to his lips. His long,<br />athletic tongue whipped out and darted across the puckered knob,<br />slurping at it eagerly. He clamped his lips to the pouting rivet of<br />flesh and sucked hard, his mouth swarming over her aching breast as he<br />hungrily worked at it with his tongue and lips.<br /><br />Darts of pure pleasure coursed through Melanie's trembling body. The<br />handsome young man was caressing her delicate body like a violinist<br />playing a Stradivarius, and his fingers and mouth sent passionate<br />ripples of delight to all of her nerve endings.<br /><br />Randy Hardman dropped suddenly to his knees in front of the beautiful<br />blonde sixteen year old stranger who had wandered into his room at the<br />boarding house. He gazed at the lovely, pouting snatch that glistened<br />between her sexy legs and bent forward, sniffing the sweet feminine<br />scent of it. With a growl of salacious pleasure, he buried his face in<br />the soft fragrant bush, brushing his hungry lips across the slippery<br />petals of her vagina, and sluicing his tongue lewdly up and down her<br />slit.<br /><br />Melanie gasped in rapture as he tongued her pussy, titillating her<br />throbbing clit and probing deeply into her aching cuntal furrow. His<br />hands ran up the backs of her legs and gripped firmly around the full,<br />marshmallow textured lobes of her buttocks.<br /><br />Below them, Lance Hardman's voice was ringing out loud and clear.<br /><br />"And furthermore," he boomed, "No man in this state shall go hungry!<br />Every mouth shall be fed!"<br /><br />He was unaware that his son was at that moment feasting voraciously on<br />the honeyed box of his opponent's lovely young daughter.<br /><br />Melanie tossed back her lovely, leonine head and gave a soft, whimpering<br />moan of pleasure as Randy's hot wriggling tongue tunneled into her<br />sweet, clinging furrow, sending flames of passion through her quivering<br />body. She undulated her hips spasmodically, mashing her dripping pussy<br />against the hungry young man's eager face. She ran her fingers through<br />his short silky blond hair and mewled and writhed in rapture.<br /><br />After a while, Randy drew back, tilting his head and staring up at her<br />with smoldering blue eyes. His mouth was wet and glistening with her<br />honeyed juices, his face flushed with desire.<br /><br />He stood up and drew her to him again, kissing her hard, thrusting his<br />tongue deep into her mouth. Melanie ran her hands over his broad back,<br />feeling the play of his muscles beneath his shirt.<br /><br />Pulling away from her abruptly, his fingers flew to the buttons of his<br />shirt, and he rapidly undid them, tossing off the garment and reaching<br />for his pants. He unzipped them and let them fall about his ankles, and<br />quickly shucked off his jockey shorts.<br /><br />Then, he stood in front of her in his birthday suit, and Melanie's warm<br />blue eyes flickered in appreciative excitement over his brawny young<br />body.<br /><br />He had a powerfully muscled torso, lightly covered with blondish brown<br />hair, deeply tanned by many hours in the sun. His chest tapered into a<br />slender waist, with a rippling, washboard belly and tight hips.<br /><br />From between his legs rose a lusty, king-sized member with a swollen<br />reddish head, not quite as big as Brutus' gargantuan horsedick, but<br />certainly prodigiously proportioned. It throbbed lustily a full ten<br />inches away from his thighs, the thick sides latticed with<br />passion-bloated veins.<br /><br />Melanie whimpered and reached out, closing her fingers gently about the<br />hot, throbbing shaft and running them lightly up and down the rubbery<br />stem.<br /><br />Randy stepper nearer to her and slid his hands around her back, gently<br />pulling her svelte, naked body against his big brawny hardness, rubbing<br />their hot flesh together as he kissed her hungrily. Melanie mewled in<br />delight, running her hands down his muscular back, shivering as she felt<br />his thick, heated manmeat sandwiched between their bellies.<br /><br />Randy ground his dick lewdly against her body, panting into her ear,<br />digging his fingers into the sweet, pillowy ass.<br /><br />"Let's go into the bedroom," he whispered hotly into her ear.<br /><br />Melanie pulled away from him and glanced mockingly up into his eyes.<br /><br />"What, and miss your father's speech entirely? For shame, young man! We<br />can make love here, on the porch," she said mischievously.<br /><br />She turned away from him and grasped onto the railing, poking her high,<br />pale ass at him and wiggling it lasciviously, spreading her legs wide<br />and revealing the oozing, twitching muff.<br /><br />Randy gave a low growl of salacious interest, sliding his hand between<br />her legs and fingering her sweet, sucking pussy. His tumescent prick<br />quivered in excitement, and he could delay no longer.<br /><br />Fisting his thick rod, he guided it between her legs, gripping her by<br />the waist with one hand as he pressed the thick, mushroom-shaped cap<br />against her pouting, liberally lubricated cuntal lips.<br /><br />Melanie sighed in contentment, oscillating her hips lewdly, and Randy<br />shuddered as he felt the maw to her tunnel of love grasp at and hotly<br />spasm around the glans of his sensitized pecker.<br /><br />He groaned in pleasure, and gripped her tightly about the waist. Slowly,<br />he began to hump his hips to and fro, driving his dick against her<br />pouting twat. A shudder of delight wracked his brawny young body as he<br />felt his pulpy tool begin to slide into the sweet, tight slickness of<br />her pussy.<br /><br />Melanie gave a sob of joy as the ten inch prick pumped into her, and she<br />pushed back against Randy Hardman's muscular thighs, skewering herself<br />on his huge pole, gripping tightly to the railing.<br /><br />Randy grunted as he churned his hips rapidly to and fro, sinking his<br />turgid shaft to the balls in the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's love<br />chasm. He rested for a moment with his belly pressed against her<br />buttocks, and then began to fuck her with deep, vigorous strokes,<br />pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt and then ramming it<br />to the hilt inside again.<br /><br />He slid his hands around her waist and drew them up her luscious, silken<br />body, digging his powerful fingers into the sweet, full globes of her<br />tits, squeezing them hard. He caught her nipples between his knuckles<br />and crushed them lewdly, sending darts of mingled pain and pleasure<br />through Melanie's body.<br /><br />Randy was hammering into her lustily now, little grunts of manly<br />exertion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he thrust deeply<br />into the blonde slut's cock-hungry pussy. Each time he pounded into her,<br />a ripple of delirious pleasure shuddered through Melanie, and she bucked<br />back wantonly to meet his thrusts.<br /><br />Lance Hardman was winding up his speech in a burst of passionate<br />hyperbole.<br /><br />"When I am Governor of this fine state, we shall together soar to a<br />pinnacle of glory..."<br /><br />"AAAAH, AAAAH, R-RANDY, I'M CU-U-U-UMING!" Melanie gasped, her body<br />writhing, flames of rapture enveloping her loins.<br /><br />Randy groaned in delight as he felt shudders of ecstasy consume the<br />gorgeous hussy's body. Her cuntal glove began to spasmodically tug at<br />and milk his pounding boner, and wet sluicing juices sloshed around his<br />thick joint as the little slut came and came and came.<br /><br />"Oh, YEAH, baby, here I come," he breathed hoarsely into her ear, "I'm<br />gonna blast you full with my juice! AAARRRGH!"<br /><br />Melanie sobbed in pleasure when she felt his huge tool slam deeply into<br />her. Great thick spurts of heated semen blasted into her womb with<br />hose-like intensity, and Randy's fingers dug deeply into her breasts as<br />convulsions of white-hot pleasure ran through his brawny, sweating young<br />body.<br /><br />Their senses dizzy with lust, the young couple stood there quivering,<br />their bodies still moving and shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm.<br />Below them, a thunderous applause had begun with cheers for, "Hardman!<br />Hardman for Governor!" echoing in their ringing ears.<br /><br />Randy reluctantly drew his long, bulging pecker out of Melanie's sopping<br />pussy. She turned around, and he drew her against him, kissing her lips<br />hungrily.<br /><br />She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.<br /><br />"I had better get myself together and leave before your father comes<br />barging in here," she said.<br /><br />They dressed quickly, glancing at one another frequently, their eyes<br />full of love and desire.<br /><br />As she zipped up her dress, Randy bent down and kissed her softly on the<br />lips.<br /><br />"May I see you again?" he said hotly.<br /><br />"Yes," she breathed, "If you want to."<br /><br />"I do, more than anything else in the world. But I don't even know your<br />last name, or your address."<br /><br />Melanie smiled at him mysteriously, fished into her purse and found a<br />pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something on it, folded it up and<br />tucked it into the pocket of his shirt.<br /><br />Then, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and darted from the room. He<br />heard her light footsteps descending the stairwell rapidly.<br /><br />Immediately, Randy fished out the piece of paper and unfolded it. She<br />had written: "Melanie Wilkerson" in bold letters across the top of the<br />paper, followed by her address and phone number.<br /><br />Randy gave an amazed chuckle, suddenly realizing that the reason Melanie<br />had seemed so familiar to him was because he had seen her picture in the<br />papers.<br /><br />"Well, I'll be damned!" he muttered.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 6<br /><br /><br />Melanie's erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest<br />imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I've<br />not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst<br />enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with<br />the handsome young man...<br /><br />Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine<br />afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond<br />and a long, luxurious bout of hot sex.<br /><br />This liaison had been rapidly followed by others. In fact, there was<br />rarely a day that the two young lovers didn't arrange to meet some how.<br />Both of their fathers were almost always busy with the final stages of<br />their heated campaigns, and had little time to keep track of their<br />offspring's movements.<br /><br />Melanie knew that she had at last found the man with whom she could<br />build a life, but she was not yet ready to give up her independence.<br />What Randy didn't know about her other erotic exploits wouldn't hurt<br />him, she decided. So, whenever an opportunity arose for her to broaden<br />her sexual horizons, she did not turn it down just because she happened<br />to be in love with Randy Hardman.<br /><br />One afternoon, several days after the meeting with Lance Hardman's son,<br />Melanie stumbled into a scene which really expanded her sexual horizons<br />considerably.<br /><br />She had informed her brother that she was going to a double feature in<br />town with her best friend, India Shilton. This was untrue. She had<br />planned to meet Randy for a clandestine sexual encounter that afternoon,<br />but to her great disappointment, he was required by his father to<br />accompany the would be governor on to a meeting of Young Democrats, so<br />she came on home at once, petulant and unfulfilled.<br /><br />As she flounced up the stairs to the second floor of the Wilkerson's<br />spacious house, Melanie immediately became aware of muffled noises from<br />a room at the end of the hall. It sounded like a woman gasping and<br />crying out.<br /><br />Puzzled, she hurried down the hall toward the sound. She quickly figured<br />out that the noises were coming from her brother, Jarvis' room, and she<br />also decided that the noises were those of love-making.<br /><br />Her heart pounding, Melanie slowly turned the knob of the door and<br />pushed it slightly open, peering in. What she saw made her gasp in shock<br />and excitement.<br /><br />Dahlia was seated on her brother's bed, stark naked, her ripe brown<br />bosoms glistening with saliva.<br /><br />Jarvis Wilkerson was on his knees before her, his head bobbing rapidly<br />up and down as he noisily sucked and lapped at her wide open, oozing<br />black pussy. The buxom mulatto wench was mewling and gasping in<br />excitement, hunching her hips forward lewdly.<br /><br />Seated next to her on the bed was a hulking, brawny brute of a white<br />man. He was kneading one of her breasts in his huge hamlike hand,<br />squeezing the pointy nipple hard between his fingers.<br /><br />It was Les Tyborg. Known as "The Bull" by his buddies, the gigantic<br />brawny guy was not particularly bright, but was renowned for his brute<br />physical strength and massively muscular body. He had been a runner up<br />in the state's weight lifting competition, and was a star quarterback<br />for the college team.<br /><br />At twenty, he was an enormous brute of a man, standing six foot three<br />and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, hard muscle. His<br />brawny chest was covered with curly ringlets of reddish gold hair, and<br />his biceps bulged like melons on his powerful arms.<br /><br />What made Melanie gasp aloud now was the sight of the monstrosity that<br />jutted up from between Les' wide spread, heavily muscled legs. The<br />enormous tower of red-hot, rock-hard flesh and gristle turreted mightily<br />into the air, bulging with lust, a quivering drop of come shimmering on<br />the pouting glans.<br /><br />Dahlia had reached out and closed her warm, soft fingers around the base<br />of the shaft, and her little hand could barely fit around half of the<br />enormously thick appendage. Now Melanie knew the true origin of Les'<br />nickname of "The Bull!" He was absolutely the most well-hung man in the<br />county, with an incredibly thick, foot long pecker that wouldn't say<br />die.<br /><br />Now, his smoldering gray eyes raked over the mulatto woman's dusky,<br />mahogany hued figure, and he smirked in crude excitement while his<br />buddy, Melanie's brother, continued to slurp and suck at Dahlia's<br />shuddering, squelching pussy.<br /><br />"Am I intruding" Melanie said in a silvery voice, flouncing in the room.<br /><br />Jarvis lifted his head abruptly, his face smeared with Dahlia's unctuous<br />juices, and Les and the black woman both jumped, their eyes round with<br />surprise.<br /><br />Melanie fixed her eyes on Les Tyborg's ruggedly handsome face, and she<br />said sweetly, "Now, don't you think two girls would make you men feel a<br />lot better than only one?"<br /><br />Her hands flew to her blouse and began to unbutton it quickly. In a<br />matter of seconds, she had shed the garment, revealing her protruding,<br />pink-tipped jugs. She shimmied out of her skirt and stood before the bed<br />in only her pink, lacy panties.<br /><br />Sauntering over to Les, she said easily to her brother, "Keep on eating,<br />Jarvis dearest, don't mind me."<br /><br />The handsome dark-haired youth grinned wolfishly at his sister and<br />dropped his head again between Dahlia's dusky thighs, sucking and laving<br />at her hot, juicy twat.<br /><br />Melanie perched on one of Les Tyborg's knees and wrapped her arms around<br />the back of his thick, bullish neck. She tilted back her head and looked<br />at him with mocking blue eyes.<br /><br />"Do you like me, Les?" she breathed sensuously.<br /><br />He grinned lewdly at her and said huskily, "You better believe it,<br />baby!"<br /><br />"Then, do with me as you please!"<br /><br />The big quarterback needed no further encouragement. His huge hands ran<br />over the front of Melanie's body, grabbing and pinching her full,<br />throbbing breasts. Melanie shuddered as she felt the strength in his<br />big, hamlike hands. A light squeeze sent darts of mingled pain and<br />pleasure coursing through her, and she knew he had the power to crush<br />her to death in his powerful arms, if he so desired.<br /><br />There was something thrilling about being caressed by a man with that<br />kind of brute strength. She wanted to feel him all over, to explore his<br />brawny masculinity, before she allowed him to batter her sweet, pliant<br />young body with his cruel, heavy bulk.<br /><br />She bent down and pressed her mouth against his hard lips, kissing him<br />sensuously, her full, sweet lips feathering across his.<br /><br />With a low lubricious growl, the big stud wrapped his arms around her<br />slender body and mashed his mouth hungrily to hers, nearly squeezing the<br />breath out of her as he probed her mouth with his long, thick, wriggling<br />tongue.<br /><br />Pressing against his burly chest, Melanie pushed away from him, finally<br />breaking their kiss, and laughed breathlessly.<br /><br />"My, Les Tyborg! You are a beast!" she gasped, her blue eyes glowing<br />with appreciation.<br /><br />She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and bent down, pressing her<br />lips against his chest. She rained kisses across his torso, and began to<br />lash out her tongue, tangling it in the thick curls of hair that whorled<br />across his chest. She lapped at each of his hard brown paps, running her<br />hands up his bulging lats and cooing in licentious pleasure.<br /><br />Slowly, she moved down his belly, pausing to dip the tip of her tongue<br />into his deep navel. Then, the huge, bulging log of his cock slapped<br />against her cheeks and poked against her ear as her lips brushed across<br />the thick patch of pungently scented pubic hair that surrounded his<br />gargantuan pecker.<br /><br />She lifted his huge, baseball-sized balls in her hand, giving a low moan<br />of admiration and delight as she perused them and sniffed their heady<br />masculine aroma. She kissed the hairy, wrinkly sack and began to tickle<br />it with the tip of her tongue, drawing it back and forth in rapid<br />licking motions.<br /><br />A jerk of pure pleasure rocked Les' powerful, heavily muscled body and<br />he gave a growl of delight, running his big fingers through Melanie's<br />lambent golden tresses.<br /><br />"Yeah, baby, lick my fuckin' balls, you little slut," he snarled, his<br />gray eyes gleaming with animalistic lust.<br /><br />Melanie caught the wrinkly flesh between her teeth and sucked and<br />worried it gently, flicking her tongue along the underside of his<br />scrotum, sending shivers of carnal excitement through the big dude's<br />knotted loins. Then, she reached up and grabbed onto the hugely thick<br />base of his steely joint with both hands, and lifted her face until it<br />was level with the protruding lance. Melanie's senses whirled in desire.<br />It was so huge, she knew it would be impossible to put it in her mouth.<br />Her jaws simply would not open that wide.<br /><br />She puckered her lips and planted a wet, loud smooch on the gleaming<br />glans, thrusting out her tongue and delving into the pouting piss slit.<br />Then, she began to slowly, sensuously lick and suck on the cock,<br />flailing her tongue from side to side, taking long, hungry licks up and<br />down the corrugated, vein-etched sides, working away at the humongous<br />erection like a ravenous child licking and sucking at an ice cream cone.<br /><br />"Bull" Tyborg was very pleased by what the little blonde slut was doing<br />between his legs. Hot fires of kindling passion were raging through his<br />loins, and he was breathing harshly, his muscles flexing and relaxing as<br />he stirred restlessly. The feathery brush strokes of her warm, silken<br />tongue sent bolts of electric rapture tearing through his balls and he<br />groaned in pleasure.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Dahlia was frantically crying out and sobbing in pleasure as<br />Jarvis Wilkerson's dexterous tongue and sucking lips brought her to the<br />brink of orgasm. The Wilkerson siblings were on their knees, side by<br />side, orally servicing the buxom mulatto wench and the hulking football<br />player who sat on Jarvis' bed.<br /><br />Jarvis lifted his head and watched with prurient interest as his sister<br />eagerly licked and sucked his friend's impressively proportioned penis.<br />Her puffy coral-pink lips and flicking pink tongue sent darts of<br />excitement through the lusty youth's body. He loved to watch a hot young<br />slut in action, and somehow, the sight of his own sister getting off on<br />a guy's prick really turned Jarvis on.<br /><br />But he wanted to see something else, too.<br /><br />"Hey, Melanie, honey," he said hoarsely, "Why don't you give old Les a<br />rest for a while and give me a hand - or rather, a head - with Dahlia<br />here!"<br /><br />Melanie raised her head and looked at him in surprise, and Les Tyborg's<br />eyes sparkled in lascivious interest.<br /><br />Melanie glanced doubtfully at the pretty black girl. Her eyes darted<br />down Dahlia's body, from the full, bouncing brown breasts to the supple<br />thighs. Her patch of kinky dark hair was wet and glistening with Jarvis'<br />saliva, and her legs were spread wide apart so Melanie had a good view<br />of the gleaming pink jewels of the mulatto girl's vagina.<br /><br />Suddenly, Melanie's doubts were wiped away as she felt a stab of<br />salacious interest. Dahlia's wide-open gash looked as juicy as a peach,<br />begging to be sucked and licked.<br /><br />With a soft cry of excitement, Melanie shuffled over on her knees beside<br />her brother and leaned down, pursing her lips and pressing them against<br />the sticky, sweet slit. She inhaled Dahlia's musky feminine scent and<br />flitted out her tongue, sluicing it up and down the bloated, dripping<br />furrow, tasting the unctuous juices that were flowing from the black<br />girl's middle. She felt Dahlia respond with feverish pleasure, mewling<br />incoherently and bucking her hips lewdly back and forth, mashing her<br />wet, sloppy pussy against Melanie's face.<br /><br />Then, Jarvis pressed his face along side of his sister's, their cheeks<br />touching, and his long, wriggling tongue began to swipe over Dahlia's<br />cunt, too. Their flailing, laving tongues intertwined and delved deep<br />into the hot, pungent furrow. They took turns laving the sticky,<br />throbbing clitoris and fucking Dahlia's tight hole with their tongues.<br /><br />Les Tyborg wasn't about to just sit there and gawk while the Wilkersons<br />ate out Dahlia's buttery box.<br /><br />He dropped to the floor behind Melanie, and ran his big hands down the<br />length of her smooth, sleek back, cupping her pillowy buttocks in his<br />hands and squeezing them lewdly.<br /><br />He drew apart the cheeks of her ass and stared greedily at the winking<br />pink jewel of her anus. His belly tightened as white hot coals of lust<br />smoldered within him. His eyes darted lower, catching sight of the<br />pouting, golden fringed mound of Melanie's quivering vagina.<br /><br />He dropped to the floor, rolling on his back, and scooted between<br />Melanie's legs so that he was staring up at the spread, oozing lips of<br />her pink, twitching twat. Leaning up, he mashed his hungry lips against<br />her pussy and sucked it loudly, lashing his tongue lewdly back and forth<br />across the slit, digging it deeply into the crevice. Hell, did she taste<br />sweet and fine! He dug his thumbs into the folds of Melanie's delicate<br />vulva, peeling them back, and plunged his face deeply into her crotch,<br />thrusting out his tongue as far as it could go, driving it a couple of<br />inches into her deep silken sheath. As he felt it clinging convulsively<br />and sluicing around his tongue, the heat from her insides blasting into<br />his face, ripples of white-hot passion coursed through the horny young<br />stud's body, making his rigid cock quiver and jump.<br /><br />Melanie gave a muffled moan of delight. She and Jarvis continued to<br />avidly eat out Dahlia's pussy, and the black girl was screaming and<br />bucking her hips wildly now, her juices spilling copiously onto the<br />flicking tongues of brother and sister as they brought her to orgasm.<br />Melanie lapped up the sweet fluids, shuddering as Les Tyborg's probing<br />tongue sent darts of hot excitement shooting through her middle.<br /><br />Les suddenly pulled his face away from the blonde slut's hot pussy and<br />slid out from under her.<br /><br />He got up on his knees, panting hard, and gripped the thick base of his<br />twelve inch lance. Bending it down, he guided it between Melanie's<br />raised ass cheeks until it slid back and forth across the slick,<br />dripping mouth of her hot snatch.<br /><br />Melanie shuddered as she felt the huge head of Les' dick scrape against<br />the throbbing lips of her pussy, and she raised her ass high,<br />instinctively allowing him easier access to her sweet chasm of love.<br /><br />"The Bull" growled in salacious appreciation, jerking his cock up, and<br />churning his powerful hips back and forth until the thick head banged<br />against the tight, squelching maw to her sweet, honeyed recesses.<br />Melanie shuddered. It felt as though he were grinding his fist against<br />the opening to her vaginal chute. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and<br />shudders of expectant excitement and some trepidation swept through her<br />uncontrollably.<br /><br />Les slowly edged forward, pumping his pelvis to and fro, swiveling his<br />hips as he thrust against the resisting mouth of the cuntal orifice.<br /><br />He gave a savage grunt of pleasure as he felt her tender flesh began to<br />stretch to accept his enormous truncheon. Melanie's eyes shot open and<br />bulged as she felt herself getting stretched far more than her insides<br />had ever been stretched before. Her jaw dropped and she shuddered in a<br />soundless scream as Les suddenly rammed his body forward, digging his<br />hands cruelly into her waist. His huge wedge of meat stuffed her vaginal<br />sheath full, bloating her belly as Tyborg pounded himself savagely into<br />her. Finally, he had forced the entire length of his twelve inch<br />truncheon deep into her aching, violated cunt, and was mashing his hairy<br />thighs against her quivering buttocks.<br /><br />Melanie lifted her head from Dahlia's lap and uttered a piercing scream.<br />The room was reeling around her and her vision had clouded. Tumultuous<br />explosions were flying through her loins, flames of rapture and agony<br />interweaving as Les began to pump his huge poker in and out of her<br />impossibly tight sheath.<br /><br />"Oh, yeah, baby! You're tight as a drum in there, aren't ya? And hot as<br />an oven!" Les growled salaciously, undulating his hips and flexing his<br />ass muscles as he relentlessly drove his gargantuan joint in and out of<br />her dripping twat.<br /><br />As waves of incredible pleasure began to crash through her, Melanie<br />sobbed aloud in delirious delight, thrashing about, her eyes rolling<br />back into her head, her lips forming an 'O'. Her entire body jerked and<br />shuddered each time Les Tyborg rammed forward and pounded his steely<br />member deep into her throbbing canal.<br /><br />Jarvis was staring at his sister with smoldering, excited eyes. She was<br />obviously really getting a brutal fucking, and loving every minute of<br />it! Jarvis' cock twitched with lascivious excitement.<br /><br />He was worming two fingers in and out of Dahlia's cunt, jabbing them<br />deeply inside of her. With his free hand, he stroked his own ten inch<br />pecker which bulged and throbbed in front of him.<br /><br />Les fucked Melanie hard for several minutes. He brought his hands to her<br />full, quivering butt cheeks and squeezed and patted them as he pumped<br />into her. Then, he peeled them back and ogled the sight of her sweet,<br />quivering pink rosebud of an asshole again. Hell, it turned him on to<br />look at that tiny orifice! He wanted to know what it felt like to bury<br />his massive mauler to the hilt inside her guts. He knew if he continued<br />to pound his pecker in and out of her honeyed, sucking vagina he would<br />shoot his jism really soon. And he wanted to sample her other delights<br />first.<br /><br />With an abrupt movement, he drew the entire length of his foot long<br />prong out of Melanie's sopping, shuddering pussy, making a loud<br />squelching pop as it left her body. Melanie gave a low whimper of<br />regret, mewling and swiveling her hips, so hungry for cock she could<br />hardly stand it.<br /><br />Les Tyborg didn't give her any time to cool off. He immediately<br />positioned the thick rubbery tip of his sopping, slippery pecker against<br />the puckered eye of her anus, then gripped hold of her waist and, with<br />an animalistic grunt, hammered his hips forward violently.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes bulged as a wave of sheer, white-hot agony ripped through<br />her bowels. Her inflamed sphincter muscle was stretched violently as the<br />gigantic pole of flesh and gristle plowed deeply into her colon and<br />lodged itself in her quaking guts. She screamed aloud, but this time in<br />agony, trying desperately to pull away from the brawny brute who had so<br />cruelly plowed into her asshole.<br /><br />But Les held her in a viselike grip, relentlessly pressing on until<br />every last inch of his horse-sized tumescence had disappeared inside of<br />her. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt the circle of her clasping<br />sphincter muscle snap snugly around the base of his dick, and the<br />heated, satiny sheath formed by her rectal membranes squelch deliciously<br />over the pulsating sides of his pecker.<br /><br />He rocked from side to side, stirring his mighty too] inside of her,<br />very slowly beginning to stroke back and forth, gradually increasing the<br />rhythm and force of the movements.<br /><br />Melanie was beginning to recover from the shuddering pain which had<br />temporarily brought spots before her eyes and overwhelmed all of her<br />other senses. Her anus still ached, but a deep, dark rippling pleasure<br />was beginning to roll through her bowels. As Les began to pump his hips<br />back and forth rhythmically, the intensity of the pleasure increased<br />steadily, until she was yelping and gasping and sobbing in euphoric<br />rapture.<br /><br />"You like that, don't ya, bitch? You like my fuckin' pecker rammed up<br />your hot tight ass, huh?"<br /><br />Melanie's only response was an incoherent screech of blind pleasure, and<br />she bucked her hips frantically back against him, impaling herself again<br />and again on his gigantic ramrod.<br /><br />Jarvis was so turned on by Melanie's reaction to getting sodomized by<br />his brutish friend that he couldn't resist getting into the action.<br />Scrambling down onto the floor, Jarvis rolled on his back and slid under<br />Melanie.<br /><br />Les saw what his pal was trying to do and aided him by bodily lifting<br />the trembling, skewered girl and forcing her to straddle her brother's<br />hips. Before Melanie knew what was happening, she was being lowered upon<br />her lusty older brother's upright organ.<br /><br />She sobbed in delight as his rock-hard ten inch dick penetrated her to<br />the core. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Two enormous cocks<br />were imbedded to the balls in her body, and two handsome young studs<br />were bucking their hips savagely, driving their dicks in and out of her<br />as fast and hard as they could.<br /><br />A thin delicate membrane of flesh separated the two bulging logs of<br />flesh, and Melanie could feel them rubbing together as they stuffed her<br />completely full time and time again.<br /><br />Lying on his back, Jarvis reached up and grabbed Dahlia's legs, pulling<br />her down on top of him so that her pussy was mashed against his mouth.<br />Then, he continued to eat out the black girl's throbbing cunt while he<br />fucked his sister hard.<br /><br />Delirious with lust, Melanie reached out and gripped hold of Dahlia's<br />full, bouncing titties, squeezing them hard, savoring the pliant, warm<br />texture of the pillowy lobes.<br /><br />"OOOOOH! OOOOOH! I'M GONNA COME!" Melanie shrieked suddenly.<br /><br />Jarvis redoubled his efforts, lifting his hips clean off the floor and<br />bucking them wildly back and forth, fucking his sister as hard as he<br />could. At the same time, "Bull" Tyborg battered Melanie's aching rectum<br />violently, grunts of bestial passion spraying from between his clenched<br />teeth as he slammed deeply inside of her.<br /><br />Melanie shrieked again and again, her body writhing in ecstasy as gushes<br />of white-hot orgasmic passion washed through her loins. She shuddered in<br />mindless rapture, coming harder and longer and more intensely than she'd<br />ever come before.<br /><br />Les sodomized her brutally, slamming his dick in and out of her<br />clutching, sucking guts with feverish strokes as his vision clouded over<br />with lust. Suddenly, he uttered a bellow of bull-like pleasure and<br />skewered her completely on his foot long truncheon. Melanie whimpered in<br />pleasure as she felt the huge fleshy log expand and let loose with a<br />gut-blasting burst of hot, heavy man-juice. It fountained into her<br />intestines again and again, spurting her full of thick, creamy spunk.<br /><br />At that moment, Jarvis gave a muffled moan of delight, shudders of<br />rapture convulsing his brawny young body as Melanie swooned. He spasmed<br />and spat, jets of semen catapulting deep into Melanie's throbbing womb.<br />Her insides felt bloated with cock and spunk, and when the two gasping<br />young studs drew their moist, shrinking dongs out of her body, Melanie<br />collapsed on the floor, weak and exhausted from the more than<br />excruciating fuck session. She could hardly move she was so spent, and<br />Jarvis lifted her onto the bed to rest.<br /><br />Then, he and Les Tyborg took turns fucking the hell out of Dahlia...<br /><br /><br />Chapter 7<br /><br /><br />The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was<br />becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn't go by when<br />she wasn't embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother<br />constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he<br />would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn.<br /><br />Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts<br />of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater.<br />A couple of times, they went to a drive-in and fucked in the back seat.<br />Once, they even made it in a phone booth!<br /><br />The last week before the election had come, and Jarvis and Melanie saw<br />even less of their father than before. He usually breezed in late at<br />night when everyone had gone to bed, and had left early in the morning<br />before either of his children had gotten up.<br /><br />One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially<br />horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out<br />riding with his buddies.<br /><br />Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the<br />hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but<br />Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss's daughter,<br />and besides, Melanie had been so busy "expanding her horizons" that she<br />hadn't had many chances for repeat performances.<br /><br />She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to<br />the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out.<br />Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the<br />waist, wearing a pair of tight dungarees that were rolled up at the<br />ankles, he lifted the axe and brought it down with deft blows, cutting<br />through the pieces of wood like butter.<br /><br />Melanie paused to admire the way his bulging muscles rippled beneath his<br />mahogany hued, sweaty flesh. A tremor of excitement rushed through her<br />groin, and she called sweetly, "Brutus! Oh, Brutus!"<br /><br />The big black guy rested on his axe, panting hard, wiping the sweat off<br />his brow as he squinted through the sun's blazing rays at the pretty<br />blonde Wilkerson girl.<br /><br />"Yes, ma'am?" he said, inquiringly.<br /><br />"I'm awfully sorry to disturb you, Brutus, your being so busy chopping<br />the wood and all, but I really do need some help!"<br /><br />"Why, sure, Miss Melanie, what is it you want me to do?"<br /><br />"I've been collecting some of my old things to give to the Salvation<br />Army, and I put them in a trunk, and I need to get someone strong to<br />carry it downstairs for me."<br /><br />She batted her long lashes at him coquettishly and flashed him a<br />dazzling smile.<br /><br />Brutus felt a familiar tremor of excitement flood through him when he<br />saw the gorgeous hussy look at him that way, and he felt his cock begin<br />to stir in his trousers.<br /><br />"I'll carry it down, ma'am. Just give me a chance to wash myself off<br />some."<br /><br />"Oh, no," Melanie said, a mite too quickly, "I mean, don't worry about<br />that, Brutus. You'll just get all hot and bothered again lifting that<br />old trunk, and have to get under the pump anyway."<br /><br />"All right, ma'am," he said, striding beside her toward the house.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes darted up and down his bulging, glistening torso. Bathed<br />in sweat, it looked as though his heavily muscled body was oiled, and<br />Melanie's mouth watered in carnal desire. Her pussy was beginning to<br />itch and quiver with excitement, and she could hardly wait to get to her<br />room.<br /><br />She darted up the stairs, and Brutus followed, taking two at a time.<br />When they came to her room, she pushed open the door, and as soon as he<br />was inside, she jumped in and slammed the door behind them, standing in<br />front of it.<br /><br />Brutus looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.<br /><br />"I don't see no trunk, ma'am," he exclaimed, glancing at her.<br /><br />He gave a gasp when he saw what Melanie Wilkerson was up to. She had<br />quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off and was in the process<br />of shedding her skirt as well. The black buck gaped at the sight of the<br />gorgeous blonde wench stripping in front of him, her luscious, creamy<br />body glimmering in the rays of the sun which glowed through the<br />transparent, lacy curtains on her bedroom window.<br /><br />When she stood before him, naked, Melanie sauntered up to the hulking<br />giant of a Negro and reached her hands out, stroking them over his broad<br />shoulders and down across the jutting slopes of his pectoral muscles.<br /><br />"I'm sorry, Brutus," she said sweetly, "I lied to you, I'm afraid. What<br />I really want is a little satisfaction. I think you won't mind too much,<br />will you?"<br /><br />Brutus gulped and managed a weak grin. "I - I reckon not, ma'am."<br /><br />Purring with contentment, Melanie pressed her lips against the furry,<br />kinky coils of his chest hair, tasting his salty sweat and inhaling the<br />pungent, musky scent of his hard-working body. She began to slowly,<br />lewdly, lick his chest, her tongue laving across the hard, contoured<br />slopes of his brawny torso, lapping up the rivulets of sweat that<br />glistened on his dark flesh.<br /><br />Her hands went to his belt and fumbled with it, unbuckling it. Then, she<br />found the top of his zipper and slowly drew it down. Brutus gave a low<br />moan of pleasure when the beautiful blonde began to draw his trousers<br />down about his knees. Then, she dropped to her knees on the floor before<br />him and gazed in rapture at the long, rubbery schlong that dangled<br />meatily between his well-muscled thighs. Lifting it up, she blew hot air<br />on the heavy hose, and it rapidly began to expand, filling out with<br />lust-heated blood. As it grew in her hands, she began to squeeze it<br />gently and pump her fingers up and down the thickening shaft. She leaned<br />down and began to rain wet lewd kisses on his pungent, sweaty balls,<br />tasting the salty masculine flavor of his scumbag, her head reeling with<br />lascivious ecstasy.<br /><br />Brutus was groaning with pleasure by now, his face contorted, his eyes<br />closed. Melanie felt an overpowering need to taste his big whanger, to<br />have it shoved down her hungry throat.<br /><br />With a whimper, she opened her full lips and circled them into an 'O'<br />shape, pressing them lewdly to the puckered glans of Brutus' prick.<br />Sucking noisily, she drew the thick, mushroom-shaped head into her<br />mouth.<br /><br />Savoring the taste of Brutus' thick cock knob, swishing her tongue<br />around the pulpy tip and dipping it into the drooling piss slit, Melanie<br />hummed with satisfaction.<br /><br />She ran her hands up the muscular backs of Brutus' legs and raked her<br />fingers across the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She began to<br />slowly dart her head back and forth, letting more and more of his pecker<br />slide into her mouth. Her tongue whisked teasingly over the sensitized<br />bloated sides of his cock as it pumped back and forth, in and out of her<br />puckered mouth.<br /><br />Gulping hard, Melanie bravely took about an inch of the rigid horsedick<br />into her gullet, and Brutus gave a low, husky cry of pleasure, bucking<br />his hips forward suddenly and driving his gargantuan dong deep into her<br />throat. He eased back immediately, allowing her to gulp down some air,<br />and then began to lustily hunch his hips to and fro, feeding her his<br />donkey-sized dong again and again.<br /><br />Hell, Brutus said to himself, why fight it? The sex-starved little bitch<br />wanted to get fucked, so why not oblige her? Her Dad was busy with his<br />fucking campaign and wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything<br />personal until the election was over. He decided to just relax and enjoy<br />himself.<br /><br />Gripping hold of the back of Melanie's head, digging his fingers into<br />her long, silken tresses, Brutus began to pump his bloated phallus in<br />and out of her mouth while the blonde slut sucked noisily, making<br />muffled mewling sounds of delight.<br /><br />"Oh, YEAH, baby, YEAH!" Brutus groaned in sensual delight, "Suck that<br />pecker good! Suck my hot black meat, baby! YEAH!"<br /><br />Rhett Wilkerson was tired. He was bone tired. He hadn't had a good<br />night's sleep in ages. He had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but<br />talking and talking and shaking hands and making promises and phone<br />calls. He needed a rest.<br /><br />It was three days before the election, and he was booked up until the<br />last minute. He looked over the schedule his secretary had handed him<br />that morning. He had to preside at the opening of a shopping mall, and<br />then drive twenty miles to make a speech before a ladies' book club, and<br />then another speech to a group of religious leaders.<br /><br />He picked up his phone and said wearily, "Matilda? Listen, I'm going to<br />cancel the shopping mall opening and the ladies' book club speech. I<br />need some rest. I'm going home. Call me at four thirty and send me a car<br />to take me to the Episcopal Church for the meeting with the religious<br />leaders. Thanks, honey."<br /><br />He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to the parking lot,<br />hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding off for home.<br /><br />Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age. At forty-two,<br />he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, set in a ruggedly<br />handsome face. He looked easily ten years younger than he was. He had<br />kept his body in excellent shape by hard riding and regular work outs at<br />a gym. His two hundred and thirty pounds was chiseled in muscle across<br />his large, six foot two inch frame, and in his suit, he was a striking<br />looking fellow, handsome and powerful. He had a deep, resonant voice as<br />well, and lots of charisma. Combined with his enormous wealth, many<br />people felt that there was no question that Wilkerson would win the<br />election, even though it was pretty clear that the black vote was<br />leaning heavily in favor of Hardman.<br /><br />Rhett pulled into the parking lot in front of his lavish home and strode<br />up the drive to the front door. Opening it, he gave a sigh and strode<br />inside, heading straight for the stairs.<br /><br />He wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a year. He climbed the stairs<br />wearily, his legs aching from being on his feet almost constantly all<br />day. He was about to go down the corridor toward his room when he<br />hesitated, ruefully remembering that he had seen virtually nothing of<br />his son and daughter for the last week or so. He guessed that Melanie<br />was in her room, so he decided to look in and say hello to her before<br />taking his nap.<br /><br />Humming reflectively to himself, he walked down the hall towards his<br />daughter's bedroom and turned the knob of the door, pushing it open and<br />stepping inside before he was aware that anything was amiss. What he saw<br />inside came to Rhett Wilkerson as such a shock that he was unable to<br />move for several minutes.<br /><br />Melanie was on the last lap of the terrific blow job she was<br />administering to the naked black buck who stood in the center of her<br />room. She was slurping at his prick noisily, her hands running up and<br />down the backs of his legs, occasionally stopping to caress and tickle<br />his balls.<br /><br />Brutus was heaving his pelvis to and fro, thrusting his rigid pecker<br />deep into her gulping gullet.<br /><br />"OOOH, Y-YES, Miss Melanie, YES! You doing it good, baby! Real good!<br />Suck on my big black prick, lady! HELL, YOU GONNA MAKE ME SHOOT MY WAD!<br />AAARRRGH!"<br /><br />The big black stud threw back his head and roared in ecstasy, undulating<br />his hips lewdly and grinding his groin against Melanie's face. Melanie<br />gave a muffled moan of pleasure as she felt the stiff pole sink deep<br />into her aching throat and begin to throb violently. Then, the first<br />blast of sizzling jism spurted directly into her stomach, trickling down<br />her throat in heavy rivulets.<br /><br />"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Rhett Wilkerson roared in a voice like<br />thunder, his dark eyes crackling with shocked rage.<br /><br />If Brutus hadn't been a strong young buck, there is little doubt that he<br />would have had a heart attack and died right away then and there. As it<br />was, his eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure terror, and he leaped<br />back violently. His throbbing cock sluiced out of Melanie's mouth, still<br />squirting thick, pungent jets of white cream. His wasted seed hurtled in<br />the air and splashed onto the floor as the hulking black stud staggered<br />back in blind terror, not knowing what to do.<br /><br />Melanie turned her startled blue eves toward her father, her moist ruby<br />red lips dripping with a strand of man juice, her nipples ripe and<br />erect.<br /><br />Through the veil of rage which obscured his vision and thoughts, Rhett<br />could not shake a very definite surge of desire which cut through his<br />lusty loins.<br /><br />"I SAID, WHAT THE TARNATION IS GOING ON HERE?" Rhett roared again, his<br />angry eyes darting from Melanie to Brutus.<br /><br />The blonde slut got to her feet and smiled coolly at her father, making<br />no effort to cover her luscious, womanly body.<br /><br />"Now, Daddy, you know very well what was going on here, since you barged<br />in so rudely without bothering to knock. I was giving Brutus a blow job,<br />that's all. It's nothing to get excited about."<br /><br />"NOTHING TO GET EXCITED ABOUT!" Rhett shouted, trembling with rage, "MY<br />OWN DAUGHTER WRAPPING HER MOUTH LIKE A FILTHY WHORE AROUND SOME GODDAMN<br />NIGGER AND THEN TELLING ME IT'S NOTHING TO BE EXCITED ABOUT!?"<br /><br />He was so mad saliva frothed from the corners of his mouth.<br /><br />Melanie turned to Brutus and said calmly, "I think you'd better go,<br />Brutus. My father and I would like to be alone for a while."<br /><br />The black stud grabbed his pants and, shivering like a leaf, sprinted<br />from the room stark naked. He didn't start to get dressed till he was<br />half way down the stairs. And within half an hour, he had vanished<br />completely. He never was seen in those parts again from that day on...<br /><br />"Young lady," Rhett said through clenched teeth, "I have a good mind to<br />horse whip you and then kick you off my property for good!"<br /><br />Melanie pouted and said very petulantly, "Now, Daddy, don't be silly!<br />You know what that would do to your chances of being Governor. Can't you<br />see the headlines? 'Prospective Governor Throws Sixteen Year Old<br />Daughter Out!' It wouldn't look good at all."<br /><br />Rhett narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the haze of anger that<br />made him shake. He felt a sudden urge to guffaw. Hell, she was a chip<br />off the old block all right! The little bitch knew exactly how to<br />manipulate him. She was right, of course. He couldn't risk a scandal at<br />this stage in the game.<br /><br />He was also becoming more and more acutely aware of her naked body,<br />which Melanie made no attempt to hide from him. His eyes raked over her<br />large, jutting breasts, capped with strawberry-hued nipples, and shot<br />down to the lambent 'V' of golden pubic hairs that lightly covered her<br />pouting mons. He felt lust begin to knot in his belly.<br /><br />And Melanie quickly recognized the look in his eyes. She smiled up at<br />him voluptuously, her heart beginning to hammer in excitement.<br /><br />Her own father was getting turned on by her! The big, virile man who had<br />always made her quiver with excitement when he hugged her to his brawny,<br />masculine body. It was almost too good to be true!<br /><br />"Daddy," she said sweetly, "I know you don't hold with black people and<br />white people having sex with each other. At least, that's what you're<br />always saying. But I know you fuck Dahlia all the time, so that seems a<br />bit hypocritical to me! I like to have sex, and I'm so lonely here all<br />the time, that sometimes I just don't know what to do!"<br /><br />Rhett stared at her with smoldering eyes, and a savage grin suddenly<br />played across his features.<br /><br />"Well, honey, I ought to beat the shit out of you for this," he growled,<br />"But I think I'll mingle punishment with pleasure and fuck the shit out<br />of you instead!!"<br /><br />He yanked at his tie, loosening it, and quickly began to unbutton his<br />shirt. Melanie whimpered in delight, perching on the edge of her bed and<br />spreading her legs as she watched her big burly father rapidly strip to<br />the skin in front of her.<br /><br />She gaped at his powerfully muscled body, his torso covered with a heavy<br />mat of thick, dark brown hair. From between his legs rose a mighty ten<br />inch pecker, about the same size as Jarvis', thick and heavy with an<br />angry reddish knob. He was panting with lust, and she could tell that he<br />was going to subject her to a long and grueling fuck session, one she<br />was not likely to forget for a long time...<br /><br />Rhett strode forward, his bulging pecker waving in front of him like a<br />flag pole. He stopped directly in front of Melanie and she stared<br />greedily at the bulbous knob that wobbled before her eyes, glistening<br />with a drop of pre-come.<br /><br />Rhett reached down and gripped a hold of his daughter's silken blonde<br />hair and jerked at it cruelly.<br /><br />"Suck on this for a while, slut," he growled thickly.<br /><br />His head was whirling with lust, and his dark eyes glowed like<br />smoldering coals. Melanie gave a little sigh and puckered her pretty<br />pink lips, planting a moist, wet kiss on the tip of her father's penis.<br /><br />She tasted the salty droplet of liquid on the piss-slit, and strummed<br />her full lips across the spongy surface of the corona. Thrusting out her<br />sweet pink tongue, she lashed it eagerly to and fro across the knob,<br />tasting her father's manhood and shuddering in salacious delight.<br /><br />Then, opening her mouth wide, she let the entire crown of his penis<br />slide inside, and suckled it greedily, gently grazing the flaming flesh<br />with her teeth. She curled her tongue lewdly around the underside of his<br />cock head, and as Rhett pumped forward with his hips, his prick slid<br />over the satiny trough and batted against her tonsils urgently. Melanie<br />ran her hands up her father's hairy legs and raked her nails across his<br />hard, compact buttocks as she gulped hard, taking the entire length of<br />his gargantuan pecker deep into her hungry gullet. Rhythmically, she<br />bobbed her head up and down, deep-throating the mammoth appendage with<br />expertise.<br /><br />A tremble of pleasure wracked Rhett Wilkerson's burly masculine body as<br />he felt the tender silkiness of his daughter's mouth and throat fold<br />around the sensitized shaft and knob of his tumescent sex organ, sending<br />bolts of electric excitement to his loins.<br /><br />"Oh, YEAH, suck it, baby! Suck it, you little whore! Swing on your<br />Daddy's heavy joint!"<br /><br />He swiveled his hips lasciviously and sluiced in and out of Melanie's<br />swarming oral orifice. His heart was pounding like a jack hammer, and<br />his mouth was dry with lust. His big sweaty balls whapped up against<br />Melanie's chin each time he stroked into her constricting throat.<br /><br />Suddenly, Rhett backed off, drawing the ten inches of steely flesh and<br />gristle out of Melanie's ravenous mouth with a moist popping sound. The<br />huge tool snapped up rigidly against his belly and glistened, dripping<br />with Melanie's saliva.<br /><br />"Lie back on the bed," he ordered gruffly.<br /><br />Mutely, Melanie complied, falling on the soft mattress and throwing out<br />her arms staring up at her father with big, baby-blue eyes.<br /><br />Rhett's hot eyes raked over her nubile young form, drinking in the sight<br />of her creamy, unblemished flesh, and the large quivering mounds of her<br />womanly boobs. He wrapped his big coarse fingers around the twin lobes<br />of creamy flesh and squeezed them hard, the throbbing, juicy nipples<br />scraping against the palms of his hands.<br /><br />Melanie gave a low mewl of pleasure and arched her back, pressing her<br />tits against her father's powerful hands. He lifted one of her boobs<br />into the air, and crawled onto the bed beside her. Bending down, he<br />pressed his face against the upturned hill of flesh.<br /><br />Melanie felt her father's hot breath on her tingling flesh, and she<br />shuddered in joy as his tongue whisked out and flicked across the<br />turreting finger of flesh that rose from her pinkish aureole. Rhett gave<br />a low, salacious growl and eagerly affixed his mouth to the warm,<br />throbbing nubbin, sucking it hard, taking as much of her pillowy breast<br />into his mouth as he could. He worried it with his teeth and lashed his<br />tongue lewdly back and forth across the warm, smooth flesh, tasting the<br />sweetness of her femininity.<br /><br />Then, he moved on to her other tit, flicking the wet nipple of the first<br />one with his thumb nail. As he suckled her throbbing breast, Rhett let<br />his free hand slide slowly down her trembling body, across the soft,<br />silken slope of her belly and onto her thigh. Soon, his hand feathered<br />across the satiny fleece that lined her 'V' shaped furrow, and he hooked<br />his finger inward, scraping it up and down the pouting, slippery slit.<br /><br />Jabbing the finger in, he slid it into the crevice and began to worm it<br />back and forth lewdly, frigging her vigorously. His coarse thumb sought<br />out her clitoris and lewdly strummed the oily knob, sending explosions<br />of ecstasy ricocheting through her sexually aroused sixteen year old<br />body. Melanie cried out in incoherent ecstasy and began to grind her<br />hips back and forth as her father worked a second finger into her aching<br />cunt, all the while stroking his thumb in circular motions across her<br />sizzling joy stick.<br /><br />Rhett scooted down until he was facing the succulent pussy he was<br />fingering. He gazed at it greedily, peeling back the folds of flesh that<br />lined the vulva, and drinking in the sight of her glistening pink<br />jewels. Bending forward, he inhaled the delicious, sweet freshness of<br />her feminine scent, and thrust out his long, hungry tongue, swiping it<br />across the slippery, oily pussy lips. Melanie gave a whimper of pleasure<br />as his tongue began to move up and down in long, lewd licks, slurping<br />noisily at her quaking box.<br /><br />Rhett grasped her legs above the knees and forcibly spread them wide<br />apart, exposing her cunt fully. Then, he plunged his face wantonly<br />between her peach-like vaginal petals and sucked greedily at the fruit<br />of her sweet cunt. His tongue fucked in and out of her clinging chasm,<br />and Melanie moaned and screeched in delight, arching her back and<br />undulating her pelvis wildly, running her fingers through her father's<br />short, dark hair.<br /><br />"OOOOOH, DADDY! THAT - THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD! DO IT, DADDY! DO IT!<br />MMMMM!"<br /><br />Rhett growled softly and mashed his face deeply into her thighs, working<br />at her juicy snatch with his strong mouth and tongue.<br /><br />Finally, he lifted his head, revealing a face that was smeared wilh her<br />unctuous juices, and scooted up again, planting his hands on either side<br />of her head and staring down into her flushed, pretty features.<br /><br />Slowly, he began to lower his heavy, hairy body upon her, hunching his<br />hips forward until the spongy, rubbery knob of his pecker banged against<br />the wet maw of her vagina.<br /><br />With a savage grin, Rhett slammed his hips forward, propelling his cock<br />violently against her vulnerable cuntal mouth.<br /><br />Melanie threw back her head and uttered a ragged scream of mingled pain<br />and pleasure as the gargantuan barbed javelin plowed savagely into her<br />throbbing bower of bliss, stuffing it full.<br /><br />Rhett groaned in pleasure as he felt the succulent, heated sleeve<br />envelope the entire length of his hard truncheon, and he dropped his<br />heavy body upon Melanie's trembling form, skewering her completely with<br />his mean mauler. Soon, his hairy belly was mashed against hers, and he<br />was drawing his cock half way out of her succulent channel before<br />ramming it all the way inside again. Squelching noises emerged from<br />their mating loins as his prick sluiced like a well-oiled piston in and<br />out of her love chute.<br /><br />"You like that, don't you, little slut?" Rhett breathed savagely into<br />his daughter's ear, "You like this big thick cudgel jammed up inside<br />your whorish hot box!"<br /><br />"Oh, YES, Daddy! YES!" Melanie whimpered with joy, "Fuck me hard, Daddy!<br />I want to be fucked hard! YES! OOOOOOH!"<br /><br />Her small bed was creaking noisily as Rhett began to slam into her<br />vigorously, small bestial grunts flying from his throat each time he<br />plowed his pelvis forward and smacked his belly to Melanie's. He slid<br />his big hamlike hands beneath the soft lobes of Melanie's ass and<br />crushed them in a viselike grip, yanking her brutally up against his<br />body. His rigid truncheon battered against her aching cervix, stretching<br />it wide.<br /><br />Melanie sobbed in ecstatic joy, her fingers raking across her father's<br />broad, hairy, sweat-drenched back. His burly, hirsute chest flattened<br />her throbbing tits and she could feel his rippling muscles as they slid<br />across her sensitized, satiny skin. The musky, manly scent of her<br />father's body filled her flaring nostrils like a heady aphrodisiac and<br />made her head whirl with erotic fervor.<br /><br />She wrapped her legs around Rhett Wilkerson's middle, locking her ankles<br />together, and began to undulate her hips lasciviously, gasping and<br />sobbing with joy as Rhett humped violently on top of her, giving her a<br />lusty, bone rattling fuck.<br /><br />"D-DADDY! OOOOH! Y-YES! Y-Y-E-E-E-S! I - I'M GONNA CUM! D-DADDY!<br />AIEEEEEE!" Melanie suddenly screamed in a frenzy, her body wriggling<br />frantically beneath his like an eel.<br /><br />Her nails raked across his flesh as convulsive shudders of ecstasy tore<br />through her sex starved body, and flecks of light sparkled before her<br />eyes as rockets went off in her loins. White hot, sizzling bursts of<br />pure rapture ripped through her body as she came and came and came once<br />more. Her cunt spasmed violently, sucking and milking at the log of<br />flesh and gristle which had elicited her violent climax. Rhett gave a<br />growl of satisfaction as he felt her hot, honeyed juices splashing<br />around his plunging pecker, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing her<br />as hard as he could, oscillating his hips and churning her sweet chasm<br />to buttery mush.<br /><br />"YEAH, MELANIE HONEY!" he roared like a bull, "I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP<br />WITH MY HOT, THICK JISM! TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE YOUR DADDY'S SEMEN!<br />AAARRRGH!"<br /><br />Melanie sobbed in delight as Rhett plunged deeply into her saturated,<br />inflamed crevice and began to blast her womb full of his heavy, creamy<br />load. It hosed violently from his spasming prick, jetting deep inside of<br />her, mingling with her own sweetly flowing juices.<br /><br />Rhett shuddered as the last drop of sperm oozed from the tip of his<br />tingling pecker, and rolled off of Melanie with a groan.<br /><br />"Hell," he muttered, "I came home to have a rest and ended up using more<br />energy than I had all day!"<br /><br />Melanie giggled and snuggled up against her big, virile father.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 8<br /><br /><br />The campaign headquarters for Rhett Wilkerson was a zoo. Melanie perched<br />on the edge of a table as far away from the squealing swarm of<br />enthusiastic Wilkerson supporters as she could. At least five T.V. sets<br />were blaring as the initial election returns began to come in. Shouts of<br />triumph pierced the room whenever the returns indicated that Wilkerson<br />had an edge, and boos greeted any suggestions that Hardman was ahead.<br /><br />On the walls of the room, gigantic posters of Rhett Wilkerson were<br />plastered. Melanie's handsome father's face grinned toothily from the<br />poster, and the slogan, read: WILKERSON: A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN WITH<br />TRADITIONAL VALUES, A RETURN TO THE BASICS!<br /><br />Batches of multi-colored balloons were floating up to the ceiling or<br />tied around chairs or to people's buttonholes. Most of the campaign<br />people wore dozens of VOTE WILKERSON buttons and straw hats with more<br />buttons pinned to them.<br /><br />Melanie found the atmosphere utterly distasteful; a childish circus-like<br />atmosphere which was blemished by the obvious hypocrisy of everything<br />her father stood for. She didn't take this political hogwash seriously,<br />and didn't see how anyone else could either. She yawned wearily and<br />looked at her watch. It was just seven o'clock. Polling results wouldn't<br />be in for another few hours at least. It looked like it was going to be<br />a long night indeed.<br /><br />But Rhett had insisted that both his children be at the campaign<br />headquarters on that memorable night.<br /><br />"When I'm elected governor, I want the folks watching T.V. to see my<br />whole family there to support me."<br /><br />Melanie glanced around and saw that her brother, Jarvis, had cornered a<br />giggling, buxom blonde campaign worker whose tits were the size of<br />watermelons, and was turning on all his charm. Melanie smiled and shook<br />her head. Well, Jarvis wasn't wasting HIS time, anyway. She wagered that<br />before the evening was over, her lusty young brother was going to get<br />laid.<br /><br />She glanced around to see if there were any comely young guys who she<br />could set her sights on, but though there were a number of good-looking<br />dudes, she somehow just didn't feel like putting out the effort. Most of<br />them were too caught up in the enthusiasm of the political contest to<br />care much about anything else, anyway. Melanie yawned. Hell, what she<br />needed was a good, hard fuck...<br /><br />After their hot sex session, Rhett Wilkerson had sternly reprimanded his<br />daughter on her sluttish behavior.<br /><br />"If the press ever got a hold of the facts about you, I'd be ruined,<br />honey," he said, "Now, if you're going to behave like a slut, you do it<br />circumspectly, and in your own home, and with a white boy, please!<br />What's going to happen if that black buck gets you pregnant? You tell me<br />that!"<br /><br />Melanie had batted her long lashes at him and looked properly contrite<br />and had promised to behave with nunlike virtuousness from then on, lying<br />through her teeth. Of course, she had no intention of stopping what had<br />become her most enjoyable hobby. She would just have to be a bit more<br />careful to insure that her father wouldn't catch her at it.<br /><br />Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke near at hand.<br /><br />"Well, you don't seem as though you're having a terrific time, Melanie<br />Wilkerson!"<br /><br />Melanie jerked her head in astonishment and gaped at the speaker. It was<br />Randy Hardman! The son of her father's political opponent grinned at her<br />impishly. He was dressed conservatively in a blue suit, with his short<br />blond hair neatly combed and his handsome, tanned features scrubbed<br />clean. In fact, he looked absolutely fantastic!<br /><br />And from the way he was looking at Melanie Wilkerson, it was clear that<br />Lance Hardman's boy was very pleased by the way his secret girl-friend<br />looked.<br /><br />Melanie was a picture of girlish prettiness. Her golden curls were swept<br />back from her pretty porcelain face, and tied with small pink bows. She<br />wore a frilly dress of frothy white, with a pink sash, and looked<br />absolutely dazzling.<br /><br />"RANDY!" she squealed breathlessly, "What on earth are you doing HERE?"<br /><br />The handsome young man winked at her and said, "Well, I got bored<br />sitting around Dad's campaign headquarters waiting for the election<br />returns, and I gathered that you might be feeling the same way. I don't<br />see you hunched over a T.V. biting your nails in anxiety."<br /><br />Melanie giggled in delight, very glad that Randy had done such an<br />audacious thing as sneaking into Rhett Wilkerson's campaign quarters.<br /><br />"I hope no one here recognizes you," Melanie said in a low voice,<br />glancing around.<br /><br />"No one here is looking at anything except the T.V. screen," Randy<br />retorted, slipping his arm lightly around her waist, "But I would like<br />some privacy. I have something to talk to you about."<br /><br />Melanie looked around for her father and spotted him at the center of a<br />knot of reporters, fielding dozens of questions.<br /><br />"Come on, let's sneak into one of the offices in the back," Melanie<br />said, hooking her hand through the crook of his arm and tugging him<br />lightly.<br /><br />They slipped through a door into the darkened passageway, and crept up<br />to one of the opaque glass doors leading into various offices in the<br />campaign headquarters. Trying each one, they finally found one that was<br />unlocked, and pushed it open. They were about to step inside when they<br />discovered that it was already occupied.<br /><br />Jarvis Wilkerson had nailed the blonde floozy, Melanie saw immediately.<br />The buxom campaign worker was lying on her back on a desk, her<br />stockinged legs straight up in the air, her huge boobs flopping free<br />from her blouse as the hunky young stud lustily pumped away on top of<br />her, shoving his thick prick deep inside her honeyed chasm again and<br />again.<br /><br />"OOOH! OOOH! M-MR. WILKERSON! THAT'S SO NICE!" the blonde squeaked,<br />kicking her spiked heeled shoes off and scraping the heels of her feet<br />against his hard buttocks.<br /><br />"Looks like someone beat us to it," Randy whispered as he and Melanie<br />hastily backed out of the room.<br /><br />Melanie muffled a giggle and said softly, "Yes, that's my brother,<br />Jarvis."<br /><br />Randy arched his eye brows in amazement and clicked his tongue, a<br />twinkle in his sexy blue eyes.<br /><br />"My, my, you Wilkersons are a depraved lot, aren't you?" he said<br />mockingly.<br /><br />Melanie pushed him against the wall and nuzzled his cheek with her full<br />coral-pink lips.<br /><br />"Now," she said softly, "What was it you wanted to say to me, Randy<br />Hardman?"<br /><br />Randy pressed his mouth hungrily to hers, and then said, "First of all,<br />I love you very much."<br /><br />"I know. And I love you."<br /><br />"And ... I'd like you to elope with me."<br /><br />Melanie's baby blue eyes opened wide. "I have a feeling you're NOT<br />pulling my leg."<br /><br />"I'm deadly serious. I think we should run away together. Tonight. And<br />get married in the morning."<br /><br />Melanie studied his features for a long time. It was a crazy idea. Both<br />of their fathers would be utterly aghast when they found out. In fact,<br />they might get cut off without a cent. But, Melanie decided suddenly, it<br />was worth it. She was ready to get hitched. And she was pretty sure she<br />could bring her father around in the end.<br /><br />"O.K.," she said lightly.<br /><br />Randy gaped at her in amazement. "Really?" he gasped, "You really mean<br />you'll do it?"<br /><br />"Of course!" she said, "Now we'd better get out of here before Daddy<br />comes looking for me. We'll have to stop by my place so I can pack some<br />things."<br /><br />They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy's Chevrolet and<br />zoomed off into the night.<br /><br />An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel,<br />ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out,<br />hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy.<br /><br />When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the<br />handsome young man scribbled: "Mr. and Mrs. William Stark." Then, they<br />were shown to their room.<br /><br />It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a<br />television set.<br /><br />Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television<br />set.<br /><br />Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, "I thought you weren't<br />interest in the election results."<br /><br />"I'm not," he responded, "I'm just making sure our neighbors don't<br />overhear what's REALLY going on in here!"<br /><br />He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her,<br />drawing her against his strong chest. Bending down, he brushed his lips<br />against her mouth and kissed her hungrily. His fingers fumbled with the<br />back of her dress, snapping open the buttons. He unhooked her brassiere,<br />and stood back, gently drawing off her clothes and letting them fall to<br />the ground. His hot blue eyes raked over her lovely, creamy body, and he<br />let his hands slide over the curves and valleys of her womanly figure.<br />She was wearing only a pair of pink, frilly panties now.<br /><br />"Get in bed," he said huskily.<br /><br />Melanie complied obediently, reclining on the white sheets and gazing at<br />him with voluptuous periwinkle blue eyes.<br /><br />Randy stripped quickly, tearing off his conservative blue suit, leaving<br />on a pair of boxer shorts which were tenting at the crotch<br />conspicuously. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top of<br />his wife-to-be. Melanie squealed with laughter as they tussled<br />playfully. Then, the young stud rolled on top of her, his muscular body<br />bearing down on her slender, curvaceous figure, flattening her breasts<br />against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to hers and wormed his<br />hungry tongue inside, swabbing up her saliva. Melanie gave a muffled<br />groan of delight and ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and<br />over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She could feel the<br />outline of his rigid ten inch cock throbbing against her belly.<br /><br />On the T.V. set, the election returns were coming in.<br /><br />The newsman was saying, "At the moment, it seems as though Wilkerson and<br />Hardman are running neck to neck, with Wilkerson having a slight lead.<br />But political experts believe that Hardman may sweep the western<br />counties, which could mean a possible victory for the young liberal from<br />Bay Springs..."<br /><br />The twenty-one year old son of "the young liberal from Bay Springs" was<br />now dry humping the daughter of his father's political opponent.<br /><br />Drawing his mouth away from Melanie's his eyes glittering with<br />lascivious excitement, Randy scrambled around on the bed until he was<br />facing the soft mound Melanie's sweet cunt made in the silky panties she<br />wore. His bulging boxer shorts were in line with Melanie's face.<br /><br />Bending forward, Randy pressed his lips against the panties, sniffing<br />the sweet, rich perfume of her girlish body. He felt the softness of her<br />tender cunt through the thin material, and hooked his fingers in the<br />elastic, slowly working the undergarments down about her ankles. He<br />gazed greedily at the glittering 'V'-shaped fleece between her legs.<br /><br />Melanie fumbled with the elastic band that passed around her lover's<br />middle and jerked his underpants down impatiently. His huge, heavy prong<br />flopped free, poking crudely against her cheek, smearing it with a<br />droplet of clear liquid.<br /><br />She encircled the pulsating base of Randy's cock with her soft, small<br />fingers, reveling in the feeling of the taut, silken flesh, stretched<br />across the hard rubbery pole of flesh and gristle. Throbbing blue veins<br />latticed the bulging sides, and Randy's big balls were bloated with<br />heated man juice.<br /><br />Purring with satisfaction, she lapped out her tongue and stirred it<br />across the moist tip of her lover's pecker, licking at it like an<br />ice-cream cone. Her head darted up and down, and she slurped eagerly at<br />the corrugated sides, trilling her lips against them lasciviously. Randy<br />gave a muffled groan of pleasure, burying his face between Melanie's<br />silken thighs and kissing and sucking on her pussy.<br /><br />"The election returns thus far indicate an unprecedented neck to neck<br />race for the governorship," the newscaster was saying, "At this point,<br />there is no way of determining who will emerge victorious. Wilkerson has<br />an edge, but less than five thousand votes separate him and Lance<br />Hardman. Hardman is expected to take the counties of..."<br /><br />Melanie was sucking fervently at Randy's throbbing pecker, giving<br />muffled squeals of delight as his tongue sluiced in and out of her<br />honeyed crack. Randy was moaning with rapture, humping his hips back and<br />forth, feeding his ten inch horse-dick to the sixteen year old blonde.<br /><br />After a while, he pulled out of her mouth and scrambled around until he<br />was facing her again. He planted a wet, sticky kiss on her warm, moist<br />lips and said huskily, "Roll over on your belly, honey."<br /><br />Melanie obeyed, her lush young body trembling with excitement. Randy ran<br />his hand down the long slope of her back and across her sweet, creamy<br />buttocks. Bending down, he rained kisses on the soft flesh of her back,<br />moving slowly down toward her dimpled ass cheeks.<br /><br />He dug his thumbs into the pillowy, pliant flesh and peeled the cheeks<br />of Melanie's tush apart, revealing the puckered pink rose bud of her<br />anus. It winked and sparkled merrily in the light cast from the T.V.<br />screen.<br /><br />Bending down, he blew hot air against the pouting asshole, and very<br />gently brushed his lips across it. Melanie whimpered in delight as she<br />felt her lover thrust out his long tongue and swirl it lewdly in a<br />circular motion across the spasming surface of her sphincter muscle,<br />sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She squirmed and<br />arched her hips slightly, allowing him better access to her nether<br />chute. Her head was swimming in desire.<br /><br />Randy gripped Melanie's buttocks hard in his hand, and ran his tongue in<br />long, sloppy licks across her bunghole, making it wet and sticky with<br />spittle.<br /><br />Then, he thrust his tongue out and began to wriggle the tip of it<br />against the puckered opening, feeling the way it clenched and tugged at<br />his tongue hotly. Randy plunged his tongue forward, driving it deep<br />inside the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's succulent colon, swabbing<br />up her pungent juices. He fucked his tongue back and forth hungrily,<br />wiggling it inside her, loving the way her asshole sucked and quivered<br />with enthusiasm. His prick was throbbing with anticipation and stabs of<br />red hot passion shot through his tightening belly.<br /><br />"Now it's Lance Hardman in the lead, folks, but by an amazingly small<br />margin of five hundred votes. Again, this is the tightest gubernatorial<br />race in recent memory, and there is still no clear indication who will<br />emerge victorious. Spokesmen from both campaign headquarters indicate<br />confidence that their man will win the day, and at this point, no one<br />can tell for certain which way the final tally will slide."<br /><br />Randy rose up on his haunches, gripping onto the thick, pulsating staff<br />of his aching boner. He scooted up, rubbing the fat, juicy knob of his<br />cock up and down the crack between Melanie's translucent buttocks. He<br />gently swirled the puckered glans over the pouting anal orifice,<br />tickling it seductively and sending hot ripples of desire through his<br />girl-friend's trembling loins.<br /><br />He gripped tightly to her waist with his free hand and began to slowly<br />hunch his hips forward. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her sphincter<br />muscle give way with little resistance and slide slickly over the<br />rubbery crown of his truncheon, quickly ensconcing it in the hot, silky<br />interior of her anal chute.<br /><br />Melanie tossed her blonde tresses in a frenzy of passion, cries and<br />gasps of unadulterated delight fluttering from her pink lips as she felt<br />the thick ramrod slowly penetrate her throbbing bunghole. She groaned in<br />rapture as Randy began to saw his pelvis back and forth, driving inch<br />after inch of the huge, throbbing sex tool deep into her bowels.<br /><br />Randy grunted in animalistic pleasure, bucking his ass forward lustily,<br />gripping tightly to his betrothed's hips as he impaled her on his stiff<br />manhood. He felt the sleeve-like warmth of her silky rectal chasm sluice<br />over the entire length of his aching pecker, and his muscular thighs<br />came to rest against the cool, pillowy slopes of her high ass cheeks.<br /><br />He growled in delight, oscillating his hips and savoring the sensation<br />of having his barbed javelin buried to the hilt in the ass of the girl<br />he loved.<br /><br />He bent forward and slid his arms around Melanie's middle, grasping onto<br />her big, bouncing boobs and squeezing them hard. He caught her throbbing<br />nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs and plucked at them<br />sensuously as he fucked her ass hard.<br /><br />Melanie mewled in pleasure, lifting her haunches high and bucking back<br />to meet her brawny lover's athletic pumping motions.<br /><br />"OOOH, FUCK ME, RANDY! Fuck my ass! Y-E-E-E-S!" she squealed in glee.<br /><br />Randy pressed his face into her golden hair and forked his tongue<br />lasciviously into her ear.<br /><br />"You like that, huh, baby?" he said huskily, "You like my thick, long<br />dick jammed up your hot ass!"<br /><br />"Y-Yes, Randy! YES!"<br /><br />He held himself deeply inside of her hot chute, his heart thumping<br />loudly, his balls curdling with lust. He knew if he kept up this ass<br />fucking much longer, there would be no holding back. And he wanted to<br />prolong this session considerably.<br /><br />After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he abruptly pulled out of<br />her with a moist sucking sound.<br /><br />"Lift your ass high, babe," he ordered huskily, "I want your sweet pussy<br />now!"<br /><br />Mewling in delight, Melanie wriggled her hips salaciously and raised her<br />ass, exposing the tender, dripping muff between her legs.<br /><br />With a lewd grin, Randy guided the mushroom-shaped tip of his fat prong<br />against the maw to her vaginal tunnel and gave a grunt as he lunged<br />forward.<br /><br />Melanie sobbed in delight as the huge log of rubbery flesh sliced up<br />into her belly, filling her sweet, cock-hungry cunt to the brim with<br />rigid manmeat. He groaned in pleasure as the slick, spasming membranes<br />churned around his throbbing boner, and began to stroke in and out of<br />her lubriciously, his big balls slapping up against her belly each time<br />he sank to the hilt inside her sucking, burning pussy.<br /><br />"Yeah, baby, YEAH!" he moaned in delight, slamming into her hot box<br />again and again, "That feels SO GOOD! MMMMMMM!"<br /><br />Melanie gasped and whimpered with ecstatic glee, pushing back against<br />him, digging her fingers into the sheets as tremors of searing pleasure<br />raced through her loins.<br /><br />"From the campaign headquarters of Rhett Wilkerson, here is the man<br />himself being interviewed by our reporter, Nat Staunch."<br /><br />"Mr. Wilkerson, this is the closest gubernatorial race in our state's<br />history. Do you still maintain that you will emerge victorious in the<br />end?"<br /><br />"I think there's no question about it, Nat. The people of this state<br />want stability and virtue, and sound, tried ideas. They know that I will<br />deliver what I promise. They know my spotless record. Hardman is just a<br />flash in the pan. I think you'll see soon, when the returns from the<br />Southern counties come in, that I will be ahead by a considerable<br />margin..."<br /><br />"OOH, Melanie, baby! I - I can't hold it back much longer! I think I'm<br />gonna shoot!" Randy gasped hoarsely.<br /><br />He rammed into her deeply, stuffing his thick horsedick to the balls<br />into her aching cunt. Melanie's head whirled with libidinous excitement.<br />Ripples of hot, molten pleasure began to accumulate deep within her<br />loins. As Randy slammed into her again and again, her cunt began to burn<br />hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a tumultuous explosion of incredible<br />intensity wracked her middle, and she screamed with joy, uncontrollable<br />shudders of rapture running up and down her body.<br /><br />"AWWWWWW, baby! HERE IT IS! TAKE IT, SWEETHEART! AAARRRRGH!" Randy<br />roared.<br /><br />He pounded into her hard, gripping tightly to her hips as his balls<br />began to tighten and seethe with boiling male juices.<br /><br />Great spurts of white-hot semen hurtled up the tubes of his spasming<br />dick and fountained deep into Melanie's quaking womb. Randy groaned and<br />shuddered and twitched with carnal delight, Melanie's sucking, spasming<br />cunt milking every last drop of pungent man juice from his virile balls.<br /><br />He pulled out of her cunt, panting hard, his big pecker still stiff as a<br />ramrod.<br /><br />"Turn over honey," he said huskily.<br /><br />Melanie rolled over on her back, gasping and shuddering with the<br />aftershocks of a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Her sweet,<br />golden-fringed pussy was glittering with her juices and with flecks of<br />Randy's creamy semen, which streamed down her thighs in steady rivulets.<br /><br />"I'm not through yet, baby," he said thickly, "Not by a long shot!"<br /><br />He rolled his brawny, sweaty body on top of hers, and moments later, the<br />bed was creaking and groaning as two lusty young bodies slapped wetly<br />together, their moans and cries mingled with the steady voice of the<br />anchorperson on the television set.<br /><br />They fucked for most of the night, and were probably the last persons in<br />the state to find out who won the election.<br /><br />Early the next morning, they woke up a preacher, and two days later, the<br />headlines of the scandal rags blared: GOVERNOR'S CHILD WEDS CHILD OF<br />DEFEATED OPPONENT!<br /><br />It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship...<br /><br /><br />Epilogue<br /><br /><br />Lance Hardman was furious. Not only had he lost the gubernatorial<br />election, but he had suffered the further indignation of having his only<br />son elope with the daughter of his hated rival. And, what made it worse,<br />he had learned of the elopement not through private sources, but from<br />the headlines of a scandal sheet. He had chosen to laugh off the article<br />as bogus at first - until he received a phone call from Randy later on<br />in the day, apologetically telling him that the news was true.<br /><br />Lance had blown his stack, demanding that Randy come home at once,<br />calling him an ungrateful, immature punk who needed to be taught a<br />lesson, and making all kinds of threats. After listening to a few<br />minutes of this ranting and raving, Randy had hung up on his father, and<br />Lance was left clutching the silent receiver in his trembling, sweaty<br />hand, seething in helpless rage.<br /><br />At once, he had procured the services of a private detective, and<br />offered the man a lavish sum of money if he could locate the whereabouts<br />of the young "Romeo and Juliet," as the press hastily dubbed them.<br /><br />He soon was informed that the couple were staying at the Bates Motel<br />under an alias, and decided to make a move. The young liberal politician<br />was not thinking too clearly. He had lost his first major election, and<br />that had been a pretty severe blow to his ego. But this final act of<br />humiliation seemed too much for him to bear. He had to do something<br />about it, though exactly what, he hadn't rationally considered. An<br />annulment, perhaps. A divorce, certainly.<br /><br />When he received the information about where to find Randy and Melanie,<br />Lance impulsively jumped into a limousine and sped off towards the Bates<br />Motel without the benefit of a chauffeur. He cruised to a stop in front<br />of the hotel, and quickly spotted his son's car parked in front of one<br />of the cottages. He sat fuming in his limousine, trying to decide what<br />the best course of action would be. But before he could make up his<br />mind, the door opened and Melanie Wilkerson Hardman emerged from the<br />cabin, sauntering to the car.<br /><br />The pretty blonde, with her saucy blue eyes and upturned nose, certainly<br />looked gorgeous in a frothy white summer dress which clung to her lithe<br />body, her curly hair hanging in golden tresses about her shoulders. She<br />got into his son's car and started the engine. Randy was no where to be<br />seen. Lance impulsively decided to follow her.<br /><br />Melanie was going into town to pick up a load of groceries. She and<br />Randy were having an idyllic little honeymoon tryst at the out of the<br />way hotel. They had called the press the morning afterwards and let the<br />story break, so that there would be no way for either of their fathers<br />to hush up or quell the marriage without causing a scandal.<br /><br />Melanie had never been so happy in her life. She had left her handsome<br />husband sprawled naked on the motel room bed, fast asleep, after a night<br />of unbridled, passionate love-making.<br /><br />She pulled up in front of the grocery and sprang out of the car, not<br />noticing the dark limousine that had trailed her from the motel.<br /><br />Her arms full of groceries, Melanie emerged from the store and found<br />herself confronting a tall, powerfully built man of about forty, who was<br />leaning against her husband's car, a rather severe expression creasing<br />his craggy features. With a sudden tremor of shock, she recognized<br />Randy's father, Lance Hardman.<br /><br />Masterfully repressing her feelings of trepidation, Melanie conjured up<br />her sweetest smile and said in a voice like honey, "Why, hello, Mr.<br />Hardman! It's nice to see you! Or, should I call you 'Daddy?'"<br /><br />Lance Hardman hadn't realized how radiantly beautiful his unwanted<br />daughter-in-law really was.<br /><br />The sight of the lovely Southern belle up close was rather disarming,<br />and he felt his righteous indignation begin to get tinged with reluctant<br />admiration for his son's choice of a mate.<br /><br />"Miss Wilkerson, we must have a talk," he said grimly, "If you would be<br />so kind as to get into the back seat of my limousine?"<br /><br />He ushered her with stiff politeness to the dark Cadillac, and Melanie<br />meekly complied with his request, realizing that she'd have to tackle<br />Randy's Dad sometime or another anyway, and now was as good as ever.<br /><br />The windows of the limousine were tinted so that outsiders couldn't see<br />in, though one could see out. As Melanie got in beside her big,<br />good-looking father-in-law, she suddenly realized what an attractive guy<br />he really was.<br /><br />At forty, Lance Hardman was extremely well-preserved, retaining the<br />burly, muscular physique which had made him a first-rate college<br />athlete. He had short reddish brown hair and clear green eyes. Now, he<br />was wearing a rather disheveled short sleeved shirt and tightly fitting<br />corduroy trousers which clearly outlined his amply sized basket.<br /><br />As soon as he had closed the door, Melanie said sweetly, "Mr. Hardman,<br />you just called me Miss Wilkerson. Now, I think you know by now that<br />Randy and I are married. And we are quite determined to stay married, no<br />matter what you or my father might think. Of course, we understand your<br />consternation right now, and we wish you could be spared the<br />embarrassment, but our lives are separate from your political lives. If<br />you see what I mean."<br /><br />She spoke very rapidly, batting her long luscious lashes, her sultry<br />blue eyes flashing sensuously. Lance realized how utterly bewitching the<br />little minx really was.<br /><br />He said awkwardly, "Look. I'm willing to give you quite a substantial<br />sum of money if you'll divorce Randy..."<br /><br />Melanie's silvery laugh interrupted him.<br /><br />"Oh, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed merrily, "Don't be silly! My Daddy has<br />twice as much money as you have, and I've already talked with him on the<br />phone. He has no intention of disowning me. But even if he did, and you<br />did, Randy and I would not change our minds."<br /><br />Lance glared at her, his green eyes darting over her luscious figure<br />unwittingly. Uneasily, he realized, he was getting turned on by the<br />proximity of the gorgeous Southern belle. He shifted in his seat, his<br />cock beginning to unfurl and pressing painfully against the leg of his<br />trouser.<br /><br />Melanie's eyes widened as they fell upon his crotch and saw the sizeable<br />bulge that tented the fly.<br /><br />"Why, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed, "I do believe you like me a little,<br />after all!"<br /><br />Before Lance had a chance to reply, the blonde teenager reached out and<br />lewdly squeezed his tumescent, rubbery organ through the tight material<br />of his trousers. Melanie cooed in delight as she felt the expanding,<br />lusty flesh. It was obvious that Randy had inherited his prodigiously<br />proportioned member from his virile father.<br /><br />"Wha-What are you doing?" Lance gasped weakly as the girl began to unzip<br />his fly.<br /><br />"Oh, don't be such a prude, Daddy!"<br /><br /><br />The End<br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-35806192066754188642009-07-04T23:07:00.001-05:002009-07-04T23:09:27.350-05:00Hot family Voyeurs by David CraneFOREWORD<br /><br />A healthy family unit is the basis of the American way of life. Years ago, a person's extended family played a big part in his life. Uncles, aunts, and grandparents often lived in the home and took on an advisory or supportive role. We seem to be moving away from this type of situation today.<br /><br />It is rare to see family members help each other anymore. Jealousy and competition among brothers and sisters are common today. Rather than having loving relationships, family members often develop animosity toward other family members.<br /><br />The Watson family is one of those rare families who are willing to help each other out.<br /><br />HOT FAMILY VOYEURS reveals how one family remains close-knit and the experiences they have.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><br /><br />Hot family Voyeurs<br />by David Crane<br /><br />CHAPTER ONE<br />"Hey, Sis-wanna watch me jerk off?" Bonny Watson looked up and grinned. Bonny was cute with bouncy tits and a luscious ass. Her teenaged brother, Jimmy, had just been admiring the girl's sexy body, and the sight had given the horny booming hard-on. He had stood up, intending to go up to his bedroom and beat his meat off in privacy, but then a sudden impulse had taken him and he asked his sister that question.<br /><br />Seeing that Bonny was not shocked or angry, but that she was smiling and looked interested, Jimmy shoved his pelvis out, thrusting his groin toward her. The front of his tight-fitting jeans bulged out with his stiff prick.<br /><br />Grinning lasciviously, Jimmy cupped his hand over the fat ridge and rubbed his cock through his, jeans.<br /><br />"You're naughty," Bonny giggled.<br /><br />"Naw-ain't nothing wrong with jacking off, Sis," Jimmy said. He leered at her. "I bet you play with your own pussy a lot, right?" he added, starting to breathe hard as his hand massaged the huge lump of his swollen prick.<br /><br />Bonny blushed demurely and lowered her eyes. But then she looked up at her brother again, fascinated by his hard-on, gazing at him through the web of her lowered lashes.<br /><br />"Maybe I do," she admitted.<br /><br />Jimmy grunted and his cock surged in his palm. He grasped the clasp of his zipper.<br /><br />"Well? Wanna see my cock?" he asked, wanting her permission so that he wouldn't get in trouble later if she blabbed to their parents about what he did.<br /><br />"Okay," said the blonde nymphet,<br />obviously intrigued by the prospect of watching her brother pound his prick. Her blue eyes were glued to his pain.<br /><br />Jimmy drew his zipper down slowly, jamming his hips out towards the girl. She leaned forward in her chair. As his fly opened, Jimmy's stiff prick lurched out.<br /><br />"Oooooh!" Bonny squealed, when she saw how massive his cock was. The naughty teenager had played with a few pricks in her time, but she had never encountered one nearly as huge as Jimmy's.<br /><br />The horny boy reached into his fly and hauled his swollen balls out, then moved his hand away and left his exposed cock open to the girl's fascinated attention.<br /><br />"Golly," she gulped. "Your prick is so big!" Jimmy shoved it toward her. His purple cockhead was a mushroom-shaped slab of throbbing meat at the top of his long, thick cock stalk. A fat, dark vein pulsed up the underside of his shaft and his pisshole was gaping open. His balls looked as big as apricots.<br /><br />"Like it, Sis?" he rasped.<br /><br />"Oh, yes!" she enthused.<br /><br />A blob of slimy cum oozed from his pisshole<br />and trickled down his cockhead like whipped cream. Bonny gave a little moan at the sight.<br /><br />Jimmy jerked his loins in and out in a fucking motion, shoving his naked cock towards her. His balls swung out like the clappers of a meaty bell and his prick was so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork. Another glob of jism squeezed from his cleft, all frothy on the meat of his cockhead. Bonny moaned again, getting turned on by the sight. Her nipples shot out in twin peaks against her tight tee shirt and her pussy felt like a glowing ember between her legs.<br /><br />She had never been so hot in her life. Bonny was still a virgin, and the most she had ever done was to jerk a few guys off and let them fingerfuck her, but she knew that if she had ever been this horny with a guy before, she would most certainly have lost her cherry. If only Jimmy wasn't her brother, she thought. She certainly couldn't get screwed by her own brother-could she?<br />"Do it, Jimmy!" she cried, longing to see all his steaming hot fuckjuice squirt out of his prick.<br /><br />Jimmy took a step closer to the girl.<br /><br />"Can I shoot on your tits?" he asked, his<br />voice trembling and husky with depraved desire. Bonny hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be an act of incest to let her brother cream her tits. But she guessed it wouldn't be, as long as they didn't go any further than that-and the thought of having her tits hosed by his jism was wildly exciting.<br /><br />"Yeah-milk your cum off on me, Jimmy," she whimpered.<br /><br />She grasped her teeshirt and drew it up over her fat tits. Jimmy groaned at the sight of those plump tit-globes. Her pert, rosy nipples were standing out like rockets ready to be launched, and her mounds rolled together into a line of deep cleavage.<br /><br />Bonny yanked the teeshirt off over her head, her blonde hair cascading over her cheeks. She arched her slender back and pushed her tits out towards her brother as he hovered over her. Her tit tips seemed to be straining toward his cock, while his prick, in turn, jerked out toward her like a heat-seeking missile.<br /><br />Jimmy cupped his balls in his left hand mid folded his right hand around his cock. He squeezed and groaned as his fat prick throbbed savagely in his fist.<br /><br />"Jeez-I'm so fucking hot!" Bonny wailed.<br /><br />The girl cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the fat mounds and deepening her cleavage. With a double handful of fat tit, she brushed her thumbs against the tips.<br /><br />Jimmy gave his cock a slow stroke. As his fist drew upwards, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his prick knob, and as he stroked back toward the root of his cock, his cockhead flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.<br /><br />"Oooooh," Bonny whimpered, gazing longingly at the naked slab of his massive cock crown. His pisshole was weeping steadily now, and his knob was frothy with preliminary jism.<br /><br />She trembled at the thought that a load of that precious slime would soon be hosing her tits.<br /><br />Jimmy pumped his prick again, grimacing, his face contorted by raging lust. Bonny's face was contorted too, her pretty features twisted into a mask of pure passion.<br /><br />"Wait," she whispered. "Don't cum yet-" Jimmy stopped pumping his prick and held it by the hilt, like some weapon poised to strike.<br /><br />He wondered why she had asked him to wait.<br /><br />He sure hoped that slit hadn't changed her mind. But far from it. Grinning impishly, the naughty girl drew her short skirt up above her waist. She arched her back and parted her thighs, giving her brother a look at her crotch. Jimmy gasped. Her bikini panties were soaking wet. The crotchband had been sucked up into her pussy and he could see a hairy cuntlip on either side. He staggered slightly, as so much blood rushed into his hard-on that it left him lightheaded.<br /><br />"Oh, shit, Sis," he groaned. "Take your fucking panties off? I wanna see your cunt!"<br />Bonny smiled at her brother's arousal. She wanted to feel his eyes on her as much as he wanted to look at her-but not as much as she longed to feel his fuckjuice hose her down.<br /><br />She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and slowly tugged them down over her curvy hips. She hiked her pert ass up and squirmed from the soaking bikinis, kicking them from her feet. They fluttered to the floor like a butterfly with wet wings, steaming with her hot cuntjuice.<br /><br />Parting her thighs wide, Bonny tilted her crotch up. Jimmy gulped at the sight of her<br />pussy. Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower, and her cuntslit was flooded with pussy cream. Her fuck button stood out like a log in a swamp. Frothy pussy nectar ran down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. The sight made the horny boy's tongue as stiff as his prick.<br /><br />He sure wished that Bonny wasn't his sister. Like Bonny, Jimmy wasn't ready for incest- quite yet. But he was certainly ready to empty his swollen balls onto her. He stroked up and down his cock. Bonny jerked her crotch up higher, poised under his prick like a target under a howitzer. She slid her hands down her belly and into her groin. Using the tips of her fingers, she spread her cuntlips open wider, exposing the dark inner folds, all streaked with her juices. She was so hot that her pussy was steaming.<br /><br />"Do it, Jimmy," she moaned. "Pump your big prick and shoot all over my cunt and tits-"<br />"Yeah!" he grunted.<br /><br />He began to whip his fist up and down on his cock, caressing his balls with his other hand. His hips jerked in and out as he fucked through his fist, driving his flaring cockhead out toward his sister's loins.<br /><br />A glob of preliminary turn fell from the throbbing tip of his cock and splashed right in his sister's open cunthole. She squealed with joy as she felt the scalding hot slime soak into ha pussy, and moaned in anticipation of his full load.<br /><br />Squirming under his prick. Bonny rubbed ha pussy with both hands. Cunt cream bubbled out, lathering her whole crotch and soaking the chair under her grinding ass. Her lovely face turned from side to side, blue eyes narrowed and sensual lips parted. She jerked her belly up and down, arching her back.<br /><br />"Cum," she whimpered. "Oh, shit? I'm gonna cream, Jimmy-shoot on me-soak my pussy!"<br />Her cunthole was melting. The flow of her juices got hotter and thicker as her cuntjuice turned to cum cream. Groaning, her brother began to jerk his cock faster. His cock knob swelled and throbbed as his fist jolted back towards his bloated balls.<br /><br />"Here it comes, Sis!" he cried.<br /><br />"Yet-yeah-cream me!" she wailed, squirming in joyful expectation of his cum load.<br /><br />Jimmy's fist pulled back and his balls<br />erupted. His steaming load shot up his stalk and burst from his huge cockhead in a creamy jism jet. The first slimy spurt shot into his sister's crotch, pouring into her open cuntslot and blending with her girl-cum. She wailed with the pure joy of it.<br /><br />"More! More!" she cried. "Keep coming!"<br />Jimmy pumped a second spurt into her groin. The hot stuff flooded her stiff fuck bud and she shuddered. Her clit detonated and her pussy creamed again. Cuntjuice and jism turned her whole crotch to a swampy morass and poured down into the crack of her jerking ass like a foaming waterfall.<br /><br />Jimmy jerked his prick up to a higher angle and another scalding dose shot out onto the girl's fat tits. A thick river slid into her deep cleavage and fat globs dosed her nipples. His next jet skimmed up her breastbone and splashed into the hollow of her throat. She tossed her head back, gurgling with delight as his slime hosed the underside of her chin.<br /><br />Jimmy's balls seemed bottomless. He was pumping the spunk out by the bucketful, soaking his sexy sister from her steaming crotch to her throat. A slippery ribbon of cum skidded<br />onto her cheek. Her blonde hair was matted with slime. He dipped lower and shot another squirt into her gaping fuck crater.<br /><br />"Don't stop!" she pleaded, one spasm after another shaking her cunt.<br /><br />At last he began to falter. His spunk stopped spurting out and the last drops oozed from his pisshole in a trickle and dropped off onto her upthrust tits.<br /><br />Bonny continued to frig her pussy for a few seconds more as she worked off the final spasms and milked out the last drops of her creamy girl cum. She smiled dreamily. Then she tilted her face down and gazed at her body-and trembled at what she saw. She was drenched with Jimmy's jism. Her crotch was soaked with the stuff, it glistened in the golden curls of her cunt bush and streaked her belly. Her fat tits were awash with the slowly congealing fuckjuice.<br /><br />Despite her recent and most satisfying orgasm, Bonny began to get horny again.<br /><br />She raised her eyes to her brother.<br /><br />Jimmy's prick was still stiff. It had diminished only slightly and still stuck out at an upward angle from his fist. His purple cock knob was slimy with the residue of his coming. Rib-<br />bons of the stuff had run down his stalk onto his balls. Those big cumbags had sunk inwards now that they were empty, but already they were showing signs of bloating with another load.<br /><br />It was a mouthwatering sight. Bonny had never sucked a cock, but she had often wondered what it would be like. Now, staring at her brother's tasty-looking prick, all slathered with fuckjuice, she knew for a certainty that she was going to adore giving blowjobs.<br /><br />If only Jimmy wasn't her brother!<br />Was oral sex incest? She wondered. Or did you have to actually fuck to break that taboo? Oh, no, she told herself. I simply mustn't suck my brother's big, delicious-looking cockmeat! I mustn't milk that tasty prick off and swallow his fuckjuice.<br /><br />Not realizing what his naughty sister was contemplating, Jimmy gave his prick a tentative stroke and felt it tense. His fist slid back and his cockhead flared.<br /><br />"Wanna do it again?" he grunted.<br /><br />"You think we get time before Mom and Dad come down?" Bonny said.<br /><br />"Sure. They always stay in bed all morning on Sunday," said Jimmy.<br /><br />But in fact, their mother had already come downstairs some time ago-and had watched the whole thing.<br /><br />CHAPTER TWO<br />Charles and Claire Watson usually did stay in bed all morning on a Sunday, as Jimmy had mentioned. They often stayed out late on Saturday night and slept well into the morning when, invariably, they woke up horny and stayed in bed, enjoying some leisurely licking, followed by plenty of fucking. Sometimes, just for variety, they frigged each other off or added the embellishment of Claire's big, rubber dude. Claire had awoken first that morning, feeling<br />slightly hung over, having been to a party the night before. Charles was sleeping on his back and she had slid down and sucked his soft cock into her warm mouth, working on it hungrily. It always thrilled her to take a cock in soft and feel it swell and harden in her mouth.<br /><br />Charles stirred and mumbled in his slumber. His prick got enormous as his sexy wife mouthed it greedily. She wondered what he was dreaming about. She slid her tongue all over his prick and sucked his cockhead right back into her throat, swallowing him to the roots.<br /><br />She was wondering if she could manage to milk him off without waking him up, a thing she always loved to do. Later, he could tell her all the juicy details of the wet dream she'd given him.<br /><br />She worked away for a few minutes but then realized that she needed a drink. She would soon be getting a mouthful out of his cock and balls, of course, but she knew that although she adored swallowing cum, that thick and slimy stuff was hardly thirst-quenching. She was reluctant to stop sucking, and continued for a few more minutes, but then decided that she had better have a drink of Coke before she carried on<br />to the creamy conclusion.<br /><br />She glanced at the nightstand and saw that they had forgotten to place a bottle there, as they usually did when they had been drinking. It annoyed her to think she would have to go downstairs to the kitchen. She sucked away a bit longer, but Charles showed no sign of getting his rocks off, and with a sigh she drew her lips from his prickmeat. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb him and hoping he would still be asleep when she came back so she could finish her dream suck.<br /><br />Not bothering to put a dressing gown on, Claire left the bedroom and went downstairs naked. Her body was spectacular, the kind often referred to as a brick shithouse. Her tits were big and firm and thrusting, capped by large, rosy nipples. Her waist was narrow and her hips swept out wide, while her ass jutted out as if to counterbalance the weight of her tits. Her cunt mound was a tanged jungle of blonde curls spreading in a wide vee up her belly.<br /><br />Her hot pussy squished between her lush thighs with every step that she took as she descended the staircase. She was eager to get back to bed.<br /><br />She went to the kitchen and got a bottle of Coke out of the refrigerator. She took a slug out of the bottle. Then, refreshed and bringing the Coke with her, she headed back to the stairs.<br /><br />Passing the living room, she looked in-and almost fainted.<br /><br />There was Bonny, sprawled in a chair with her pussy bared and her skirt up and her legs apart, and there was Jimmy standing over her, pulling his prick furiously.<br /><br />Claire's initial impulse was to rush into the room and put and end to the naughty situation.<br /><br />But she was fascinated.<br /><br />She had always enjoyed playing the voyeur, and the thought of spying on her own naughty children thrilled her to the core. Her nipples shot out and her pussy bubbled. She hesitated, then smiled.<br /><br />Claire had decided to watch.<br /><br />It wasn't as if they were actually touching each other, she reasoned, trying to justify allowing the situation to continue. If they started to do anything more serious, she would certainly interfere-or so she told herself. But since both of the s were obviously experienced at giv-<br />ing themselves handjobs, what difference did it make if they happened to frig off in company.<br /><br />Claire sank slowly down to her knees; just back from the open doorway through which she was staring. Her plump tits swung as she began to squirm with excitement. How thrilling it was to watch her kids being naughty! Her eyes flashed back and forth between them. She found her daughter's creamy cunt as fascinating as her sons enormous prick. She gazed at Jimmy's cockhead as it flared from out of his pounding fist, then stared at Bonny's overflowing fuckhole.<br /><br />Claire's own cunt began to melt, as if in sympathetic vibration with her daughter's creamy pussy. Ribbons of cuntjuice ran down the flesh of her inner thighs. She was holding the Coke bottle in her right hand and she cupped her left hand over her cunt, rubbing and caressing her pussy and her fiery fuck button. Then, with a sudden inspiration, she moved the Coke bottle between her legs and began to shove the neck up into her cunthole. She squirmed and jerked as she fucked herself with the bottle, sliding it deep into the tunnel of love.<br /><br />Her cuntjuice poured into the open bottle,<br />clouding the dark liquid with milky streaks. She bobbed up and down, thighs tensing, riding the bottle as if it were a prick. Abandoned to her lust now, she drew the bottle out of her pussy and brought it up to her lips. Gazing longingly at her daughter's cunt, she slurped the neck of the bottle into her mouth and began to suck her own cuntjuice from it. She slid her lips up and down as if it were a glass cock. Coke, mixed with pussy nectar, sloshed onto her tongue and lips.<br /><br />Wild fantasies flashed through her fevered mind. She imagined that the Coke bottle was Jimmy's cock, and that the cuntjuice she was tasting on it was her daughter's cum cream- that she was sucking her son's prick after-it had been dipped in her daughter's cunt.<br /><br />She pulled the bottle from her lips and sank it up her cunthole again, moaning and panting. She had to stifle the urge to cry out aloud with her raging passion, afraid that the kids would hear her and terminate their fascinating exhibition.<br /><br />Ready to come, Claire wanted the Coke bottle to shoot into her like a real prick. She pulled it out oilier cunt and jerked it furiously up and<br />down. When the Coke began to foam out, she shoved it back into her fuckhole and gasped as the tingling fluid poured into her and her, cunt melted onto it.<br /><br />The fake cum sparkled in her cunthole as her clit detonated and her cum juice gushed out. Just as the frenzied woman reached the crest, she saw her son's fuckjuice spurt out, dosing Bonny with squirt after squirt of hot slime.<br /><br />Spasm after spasm shook her lush body as she watched Jimmy empty his balls onto his sister, soaking her with jism from crotch to throat. Bonny was creaming too, her pussy pimping, her girl-cum out in creamy rivers that drenched her crotch, blending with Jimmy's jism and pouring down into the crack of her grinding ass.<br /><br />Jimmy staggered slightly as his last load shot out, followed by a trickle from his pisshole. His balls had collapsed. But his cock was still ironhard in his hand..<br /><br />The whole front of Bonny's nubile body was glistening with her brother's thick, steaming hot slime.<br /><br />"Wanna do it again?" Jimmy asked.<br /><br />Claire trembled, hoping that they would. They did-and more!<br /><br />"Move closer this time, Jimmy," Bonny whispered.<br /><br />Jimmy stepped in between her knees. His massive cock loomed out right before her lovely face. Her blue eyes crossed as she turned her gaze in upon his prick knob. The purple meat was slathered with the residue of his coming, and Bonny thought it was the most delicious looking thing size had ever looked at. He was fiery hot and his spunk was steaming from<br />his cockhead.<br /><br />Bonny leaned forward, her blonde hair cascading over her cheeks. Her flushed face was only inches from his prick and her thrusting tits jutted under his balls. Those big balls were already beginning to bloat up with another load.<br /><br />"Shoot right in my fucking face, this time," Bonny moaned, her voice husky with desire.<br /><br />Jimmy gasped and began to pull on his prick. As his hand jerked back, his cockhead flared only inches from Bonny's face. Her pink tongue slid across her lips and she opened her mouth.<br /><br />"Holy shit, Sis," Jimmy gasped. "You want me to shoot my jism right into your mouth?"<br />"Ummmm," she purred.<br /><br />She ran her hand up from her cuntmound to her tits, gathering up some of his cum. She held her glistening hand up to her face and began to lap his slime from her fingers and palm like a cat at a cream bowl. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned. If her brother's fuckjuice was so succulent delivered by hand, just think what it would taste like if she were to suck it straight out of his cock!<br />Oh! I mustn't! she thought. He's my own brother-I mustn't think about sucking him off!<br /><br />But how could she help it? Her mouth was watering and her tongue was tingling. She scooped up another slimy handful from her tits and licked it up. Jimmy was staring at her in total fascination, watching her tongue gather up his jism. She stuck her tongue out so that he could see his cum sliding on her tastebuds. Then her throat pulsed as she swallowed.<br /><br />"Oooohh-your cum is yummy," she whispered.<br /><br />"Jeez, Sis-" he croaked. He was so excited that his cock was bucking like a bronco, almost tossing his hand off his fuckrod.<br /><br />Claire stared at them, seeing his cockhead throbbing so close to Bonny's face as the naughty girl lapped up his slime from her hand and gulped it down. She knew that she should interfere now, that things were going to get out of hand-literally. But despite her good intentions, Claire was too much of a voyeur to terminate the scene. She was frozen by visual desire.<br /><br />"Suck my cock, Sis," Jimmy rasped.<br /><br />He jerked his pelvis out, pushing his cockhead up to her lips. Bonny turned her face aside and<br />his prick missed her mouth and skimmed along her cheek. His cock was so hot that she thought it was going to blister her flesh, to brand her.<br /><br />"Let me put it in your fucking mouth," he pleaded.<br /><br />"I-I want to-but it's so naughty," she whispered.<br /><br />"You already tasted my cum" he reasoned. "It won't be much naughtier if you suck me off, right?"<br />I've got to stop them, Claire told herself.<br /><br />But she knew that she wouldn't.<br /><br />Jimmy shoved his prick out again, brushing the tip against his sister's lips. She rubbed against him, her mouth closed now. He dipped down and rubbed his cockhead against her tits, nudging it into her cleavage and tapping it against her stiff nipples. She moaned and squirmed, brushing her tits against him catlike and squirmy.<br /><br />His pisshole rippled open and a thick glob of preliminary slime oozed onto her tits, scalding hot and frothy. Bonny whimpered with joy as she felt his thick slime soak into her tit meat. Her pussy overflowed with the juice of her arousal.<br /><br />Jimmy moaned and humped, shoving his big cock up through his sister's smooth tit cleavage. His flaring knob slid up her breastbone and nudged into the hollow of her throat. His cleft was weeping steadily now, laying a glistening trail in its wake.<br /><br />Bonny trembled with desire as she felt her brother's steaming hot fuckjuice soak into her cleavage and run up to her throat. The girl turned her pretty face down and watched his fat prick come sliding out from between her tits and shove upwards. The swollen purple slab was all frothy with the seepage from his gaping pisshole. The sight caused her to drool and her sensual lips frothed with saliva.<br /><br />She slid her tongue back and forth across her open lips and murmured hungrily. Her eyelashes fluttered. Whatever inhibitions remained in the teenage sexpot melted.<br /><br />"Oh, shit." she moaned. "I'm so fucking hot, Jimmy. I-I want to suck your cock!"<br />"Yeah-yeah-" the frantic teen panted, ramming his cock up through her tit tunnel again.<br /><br />Jesus, thought Claire. I can't let her do it! Oh my God-I want to see her blow him! Yeah! Suck that big cock, you tramp! Suck your<br />brother's prick off! <br />Claire was ramming the Coke bottle up into her pussy again, ready to cream as she gazed upon the incestuous scene. Her own mouth was watering at the delicious-looking sight of her son's massive cock and balls and the spunk that was oozing out.<br /><br />"Suck the fucker, Sis," Jimmy rasped. "Let me blow my wad into your fucking mouth-"<br />Bonny tilted her head lower and slid her tongue out, tapping it against the slimy tip of his cockhead.<br /><br />"Oooooh!" she moaned, tasting his jism.<br /><br />She drew back slightly, savoring his tasty slime on her tongue, then gulped it down. The first drops whetted her appetite. She began to slurp on his prick knob greedily. Her wet tongue slid all over the fat slab of her brother's cockhead and pushed into his open pisshole, gathering up the thick scum seepage.<br /><br />"Yummy!" she purred.<br /><br />Claire could see her son's frothy slime running onto her daughter's flashing tongue, and her own tongue tingled wildly With envy. She was longing to see Jimmy unload his balls into Bonny's hungry mouth and wishing that she<br />could taste his cum, too. Her eyes-turned down onto Bonny's crotch and she whimpered, yearning for that succulent-looking pussy as well. She knew that her desires were depraved, but that only made them more exciting. My God, I'm their mother! she thought, thrilling to her own wickedness. Her cunt flooded around the neck of the bottle, cunt juice gushing out as the foaming fluid bubbled into her.<br /><br />"Ummmmm," Bonny whispered, slurping her tongue all over the head of her brother's throbbing prick.<br /><br />She had never licked a cock before, but she knew instinctively just how to do it-knew for a certainty that she was going to prove an expert cocksucker from the start, and that from now on she was going to blow every guy she could.<br /><br />She rubbed her nose against his cock, sniffing and inhaling the musky aroma of cockmeat. Cum trickled into her flaring nostrils. She lapped at the underside of his mushroom-shaped slab, where the pulsing vein spread out into the fat wedge.<br /><br />Jimmy humped, sliding his fuckrod along her trembling lips; Bonny tilted her face to one side and began to lick up and down his stalk, trac-<br />ing along the vein and lapping at his swollen balls as she slid down to them. She could feel his hard nuts shift inside the hairy sac, and his built-up cum load slosh around.<br /><br />She fitted her parted lips against the underside of his cockshaft and began to slide them up and down, as if she were playing his prick like a meaty flute. Her tongue flashed against his cockhead at the top of the stroke, then lapped his balls as she descended.<br /><br />Lifting his bloated balls in her hand, she tongued at the underside, then lapped back up his pounding fuck stalk and laved the huge wedge of his throbbing cockhead greedily. More jism oozed onto her tastebuds and the horny teenager gurgled with delight and desire.<br /><br />"I want your cum, Jimmy," she panted, speaking with her Ups against the tip of his cock as if into a microphone. "Shoot your hot, thick slime into my fucking mouth-Oh, shit, I'm so fucking hot! I wanna swallow your joyjuice and milk you dry- "Yeah-yeah-" Jimmy groaned, thrilled by<br />his naughty sister's erotic words almost as much as by the feel of her tongue and lips against the head of his cock.<br /><br />He placed his hand behind her blonde head and pushed, urging her to take his prick into her mouth. Bonny kissed the frothy tip, then slowly parted her lips and fed his fat knob into her hungry drooling maw. Jimmy gasped at the thrill of it, the wonderful sensation of having his cockhead buried in his sister's hot, wet mouth.<br /><br />"Ummmmm," she purred, sucking softly on the slab of succulent cockmeat and finding it as delicious as she had hoped.<br /><br />Her cheeks hollowed inwards as she nursed on his prickhead and her lips pulled at his cockshaft, collaring his cock just behind the big, wedge-shaped slab of his cockhead.<br /><br />Gum dribbled from her mouth and ran down his fuckrod. She began to bob her head up and down, as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, taking more of his long, thick prick into her head. She found that she needed no previous experience or practice, but that she was a skilled cocksucker from the first mouthful-a taint which she had no doubt inherited from her horny mother, who was looking on with envy.<br /><br />Claire was fucking into her cunt with the bottle, then bringing it up to her mouth and suck-<br />ing on it, wishing it were her son's cock, coated with her daughter's cunt cream.<br /><br />Bonny pushed her face down and fed all of Jimmy's big cock into her hungry mouth. Her nose nested in his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushed against his balls as his cock vanished into her maw. His throbbing knob clogged her throat and she gulped and gagged, but held it all in for a moment, then drew back towards his cockhead. His thick fuck stalk came out of her mouth coated with her saliva. Thick ribbons of preliminary fuckjuice streamed down, streaking her slobber.<br /><br />"Ummmmmmmm....." she moaned.<br /><br />"Suck me, Sis-milk me off-" Jimmy gasped.<br /><br />"Yeah-feed me your jism!" she whimpered, her words muffled on a mouthful of cockmeat.<br /><br />Jimmy began to hump, fucking into his sister's mouth just as if it were a cunthole. Bonny felt as if her body was reversed, as if her face had magically become her crotch. Her tongue was as hot as her clit and she was drooling as heavily as her pussy was flooding.<br /><br />"Unghhhh!" she gasped, as his prick knob<br />shoved into her gullet. Then she purred as she pulled her lips back and collared his cock just behind his crown.<br /><br />His balls swung in and out, slapping Bonny under the chin as she bobbed back down, gorging herself on his fuckrod. She swallowed the seepage from his pinhole hungrily, yearning for his full load. His cock was thundering violently as she brought him toward the crest. She turned her face, taking his slimy knob into one cheek then the other, then took it back into her throat and sucked hard.<br /><br />"Pour it to me," she whimpered, pulling her pursed lips back up to the head of his prick.<br /><br />He hadn't shot yet, but her mouth was already awash with his seepage, and her hot tongue was floating in the stuff. He humped into her head as she slid down. Her lips made moist slurping sounds as she nursed lovingly on his sweet meat and waited eagerly for his jism. Her blonde hair fell in a golden curtain over his balls and her forehead pressed against his belly as she gulped his cock deeply into her mouth. She twisted her lips around, adding torque to the in-and-out action and her tongue curled into a moist bridge over which his cockhead and<br />stalk slid as he plunged back into her gullet. Jimmy groaned, nearing the peak. He whipped his cock into her mouth frantically, tilting her head back as he jammed her full. His balls were expanding like balloons.<br /><br />"Take it, Sis!" he wailed.<br /><br />"Ummmm-ummm-" she moaned in expectation, feeling his cock swell up in her mouth.<br /><br />Jimmy's balls exploded as her lips pushed down to the root of his cockshaft. His thick jism came sliding up his prick and, burst from his bloated cockhead in a creamy spurt.<br /><br />"Oooooh," Bonny cried as his first squirt poured straight down her throat. She pulled her lips back up his shaft so that his second load skimmed over her tongue as it gushed out.<br /><br />Claire was creaming frantically as she watched Jimmy unload his fuckjuice into his sister's mouth. His thick fucker drew out of her lips, slathered with spunk and saliva, then plunged back in as the potent youth fucked into her head and shot again.<br /><br />Bonny sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, drinking Jimmy's delicious jism greedily. The hot slime was warming her belly as she<br />gulped it down. His preliminary seepage had been succulent, but the full load was the most delicious stuff that the randy nymphet had ever tasted, and she was sucking frantically, hoping that he would keep coming for ages.<br /><br />Jimmy kept pumping the fuckjuice into her mouth and Bonny gurgled and gulped as she drank the sweet slime. Cum overflowed her lips and poured down his cockshaft, then she bobbed back down and slurped the stuff back up.<br /><br />His last spurt hit her tongue and Jimmy staggered. His prick pulled from her lips, his fuckknob dripping. Bonny moaned and leaned forward, sucking him back into her mouth and milking a few last drops of joyjuice out of his drained balls. Her belly was full but the greedy girl was still hungry for more of his cum.<br /><br />"Christ, Sis-you'll suck my guts out," he gasped.<br /><br />Bonny nursed on his spent prick for another moment or two, then drew her mouth off him. His cock swayed, semi-hard, looming out from his belly in a fat parabola. Leaning in, Bonny used her tongue to gather up the errant drop of jism from his cock and balls, polishing his purple cockhead to a glistening luster.<br /><br />"Ooooh-I love drinking your cum, Jimmy," she whispered. "I wanna suck you off a lot, from now on-"<br />Claire trembled, creaming again and hoping that she would get plenty more chances to watch her naughty children misbehave in the future. She was wild with lust. Bonny smiled, her lips all frothy with her brother's creamy cum. She slid her tongue out so that he could see how it was coated with his joyjuice.<br /><br />"Wanna do me, now?" she asked.<br /><br />"Yeah!" Jimmy said, with relish.<br /><br />And Claire shoved the Coke bottle up her cunt and eagerly awaited the next performance.<br /><br />CHAPTER FOUR<br />Claire had creamed, so abundantly by this time, and so much of the fizzy Coke had bubbled out into her pussy that the bottle was half-full of creamy cunt juice. She pulled it from her groin and tipped it up to her lips, drinking the milky cream and fantasizing that it was her naughty daughter's pussy juice she was gulping down-just as Jimmy was preparing to savor that simmering snack.<br /><br />Jimmy had never eaten a pussy, but it was<br />a treat he had often thought about with enthusiasm. He'd wondered which of the girls that he dated might let him go down on her. The fact that he was about to get his first cunt suck from his sister's crotch was astonishing, and the incestuous thrill of the thought was making his mouth water.<br /><br />Jimmy knelt down between Bonny's sleek thighs. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide apart, licking his lips and admiring the steaming, soaking pussy-slit that he was just about to tongue fuck.<br /><br />Bonny slid her trim ass down along the edge of the chair and arched her slender back, squirming in anticipation. Her cuntlips were unfurled and her fuckslot was full of cunt nectar. Her pink clit was standing out like a bullet, throbbing and pulsating, all slippery as her juices flowed over the stiff bud.<br /><br />"Suck my cunt, Jimmy," she whimpered.<br /><br />Yeah! Tongue that sweet pussy, you naughty boy! Claire thought, trembling in expectation of the sight. She was licking her lips and drooling, lusting for Bonny's cunthole almost as much as she had been yearning for Jimmy's cock while Bonny mouthed it.<br /><br />Half-Crazed by her dark desires, she shoved the bottle up her pussyhole, sucked on it, nudged her taut tit tips into the neck and slid it up and down through her deep, smooth cleavage.<br /><br />Jimmy leaned forward with his tongue out, saliva dripping from the edges, his lips moist.<br /><br />His sister tilted her crotch up, offering her steaming fuckhole to his eager mouth. Cuntjuice poured from her pussy and slid down into the tight crack of her ass.<br /><br />Jimmy tapped the tip of his hot tongue against Bonny's vibrant clit and she shuddered.<br /><br />"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned.<br /><br />Jimmy drew back, and for a horrible moment Bonny thought that he hadn't liked the taste of her cunt and wasn't going to continue. But Jimmy was merely pausing to savor the flavor of her pussy juice on his tastebuds, and to anticipate the delights of eating her out to a climax and gulping down her creamy girl cum.<br /><br />He leaned in and licked her clit again, then ran his wet tongue tip through her open fuckslot.<br /><br />"Jeez-your cunt is delicious, Sis!" he gasped.<br /><br />His prick, which had gone semi-hard after his second coming, began to twitch and rise up again.<br /><br />Claire's eyes darted back and forth between her son's stiff cock and her daughter's flooded pussy, filled with an equal longing to get her mouth on both.<br /><br />Jimmy licked lightly up Bonny's cuntlips, tilting his head from side to side. Then he slid his tongue as far up into her cunthole as it would reach, wriggling it around inside her clinging folds, then sliding it in and out in a fucking motion.<br /><br />"Yeah-yeah-yeah." Bonny wailed.<br /><br />His tongue came out slathered and dripping, then shot back up her fuckhole. He was slobbering into her open slot, his saliva running into her cunt cream. From the way that Bonny was trembling, he knew that she was going to cream soon, but although he yearned for that magic moment, he didn't want to rush it. The cunt hungry teen wanted to enjoy this sweet snack as long as possible before he drank her cum. He drew back, giving her a chance to cool slightly<br />and subside from the crest. She moaned and jerked her hips, wanting his mouth back on her.<br /><br />Ribbons of cunt juice had run down the insides of her smooth thighs. Jimmy started at the insides of her knees and lapped up her legs, slurping up the tasty overflow. He licked up every drop and slid his tongue up the crease where her thighs joined her body, teasing her for a moment by licking parallel with her cuntlips but not making contact. Then he ducked down lower and began to slurp the cream out of the crack of her ass. Bonny gasped and jerked her butt higher.<br /><br />"Tongue my shit hole," she whispered.<br /><br />Jimmy cupped the mounds of her ass in his hands and spread them apart, exposing her taut brown assbud. He licked at the rim, then slid his tongue right up into her shit track. Cuntjuice had trickled into her asshole and he found it delicious, all tangy and scented from her ass. He tonguefucked into her asshole and sucked.<br /><br />"Ummmm," he moaned, thrilled to the core by this act of incestuous depravity, enjoying her asshole almost as much as her cunt. He rimmed her out with relish as she wriggled against him, her body coiling and uncoiling like a spring.<br /><br />More cream poured down her crotch and into her ass crack and Jimmy lapped it up, slobbering into her.<br /><br />Watching the boy lapping Bonny's ass, Claire shifted the Coke bottle behind her, and gently worked the neck up into her own tight asshole. She reamed it in and out for a moment, then drew the bottle out and sucked on the shithole soaked neck. She wished that she was rimming out Bonny or Jimmy, thrilled by the spicy flavor of her own asshole. Back and forth went the useful bottle, up her cunt, into her asshole then into her mouth to be slurped clean again.<br /><br />"Do my cunt now," Bonny whimpered. "Oh, shit-I'm gonna fucking cream, Jimmy! Take it in your mouth-"<br />Jimmy gave her shit slot a last loving slurp, then began to work his way back through the crack and into her foaming crotch. He licked her fuck bud and lapped at her cuntlips. He'd been using only his tongue before, but now he clamped his parted lips to her cunt and began to suck her steaming pussy greedily.<br /><br />His cock was rock-hard now. He felt as if his hard-on began in his asshole, transfixing his loins. Bonny was going to have to empty his<br />balls again, he knew-but first he had a job to finish.<br /><br />Sucking hungrily on her cunt-hole and clit. He tonguefucked deeply up into her fuckhole. His lips were clamped to her hairy pussy like a suction cup to a drain. Cuntjuice poured into his mouth, getting hotter and thicker as she neared the peak.<br /><br />"Cum, Sis," he rasped, the words muffled on cuntmeat. "Cream in my fucking mouth-"<br />Bonny jerked and wriggled with the joy of it. The waves of lust were coursing across her belly and shooting like electric currents up her trembling thighs. She whipped her cunt against her brother's mouth frantically. The waves came faster and higher, starting to merge into one crest. Her pussy foamed and bubbled, flooding again and again. Each time her slit filled with cream, Jimmy sucked it out of her and he was using his nimble tongue to spoon more juice from inside her fuckhole.<br /><br />Bonny clamped her thighs tightly around his head, holding him fast in a velvet vise. But there was no need to hold his head in her groin. There was nowhere the cunt-hungry boy would rather be. She threw her legs wide open again. Her feet<br />came up, bicycling in the air behind his shoulders. She was feeling her tits and pulling at her nipples and licking her lips just as if she, too, had a mouthful.<br /><br />"Drain me!" she cried.<br /><br />"Yeah-cream me, Sis!" he gasped into her cunthole.<br /><br />The first spasm shook the horny teenager and her ass churned wildly on the edge of the chair. Her hips pumped and her belly heaved up and down. A second spasm wracked her to the core.<br /><br />"Oh, fuck-I'm coming!" she wailed. Jimmy gurgled with the joy of it as his sister's cum cream soaked his flashing tongue and poured past his lips, filling his hungry mouth with her delicious fuckjuice.<br /><br />"Cum, cum, cum." he whimpered. Bonny came, came, came. She was in the blissful throes of a multiple orgasm, her clit exploding and her fuckhole creaming again and again, going off like a machine-gun.<br /><br />Jimmy gulped her delicious juice down greedily and sucked for more, insatiable in his lust for her cream. His mouth filled up. He swallowed and Bonny filled him again.<br /><br />His face was drenched from chin to brow with<br />her overflow as his head slid around in her crotch like a terrier shaking a hairy rat. He moved one hand up her leg and pushed his middle finger into her cunthole, fingerfucking her as he sucked on her slit.<br /><br />Bonny soared to the peak and cried out in her ecstasy.<br /><br />Then she slumped back, drained for the moment. Jimmy continued to tongue her, lapping up the last precious drops, sorry that she had stopped creaming. She stroked his head gently, grateful for the pleasure he had given her.<br /><br />But now it was Jimmy's turn again.<br /><br />CHAPTER FIVE<br />Jimmy raised his head out of his sister's crotch, his jaws dripping like a wolf's over a carcass.<br /><br />Bonny smiled, thrilled to see her cunt cream all over his mouth and on his tongue. Then she gave a little gasp when she saw that his prick was bigger and harder than ever.<br /><br />Jimmy looked down, astonished to see how massive his prick had become while he was giving his sister head. It looked like a battering<br />ram, he thought. He shoved his hips out and his cock loomed up over the girl's slender loins.<br /><br />"Let me rub it in your crotch, okay?" he rasped.<br /><br />Bonny hesitated, knowing how dangerous that would be. Sucking was naughty enough, but she didn't want to go all the way, losing her cherry to her brother.<br /><br />"Well-okay," she said. "But don't put it in me-"<br />Jimmy grunted and shoved his belly out so that the huge lever of his prick was pressed into her crotch. His cock was angled upwards, the underside of his stalk sliding through her cunt and his cockhead jutting out above her blonde cunt mound.<br /><br />Bonny stared down at that enormous purple slab, seeing it framed between her upthrust tits, thinking how wonderful it would be to have that rock-hard meat up her fuckhole. Oh, how she wished that Jimmy wasn't her brother-or, better still, that incest wasn't wicked.<br /><br />She squirmed against him. The thick vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft pulsed between her cuntlips and against her trembling clit. Bonny was getting hot again. She hooked<br />her thighs around his hips, cupping her belly, clinging to him. Jimmy began to slide his prick up and down in a fucking motion. His bloated balls dragged up into her soaking pussy as his cockhead loomed over her mount of Venus. Then he dipped back down and his cock slid into her cunt, but still angled parallel instead of into her.<br /><br />Feeling that huge slab throb against her clit, Bonny wailed with wild abandon. She knew that if Jimmy decided to shift his cock into position and shove it into her fuckhole, she would be powerless to resist. All of her willpower had melted in the heat of her desire. His cockhead came sliding up again and she gazed longingly at it, thinking how deeply it would fill her cunthole.<br /><br />She jerked her Clint up and down against the underside of his prick, rubbing her clit along the fat vein. Jimmy humped up and down. Bonny knew that he would be able to get his rocks off that way and figured it would be best if he came soon, before they both got so carded away that he fucked her.<br /><br />But she was lusting to feel his cock in her loins, to be stuffed to the brim with his stiff<br />prickmeat and to feel his slime spurt into her at the blissful crest.<br /><br />Then Bonny had a wonderful idea!<br />"Wait, Jimmy-don't cum yet," she gasped. Jimmy shoved his prick up and stopped humping. He figured that she wanted him to shoot in her mouth again. He wondered why she was looking sort of shy.<br /><br />"We mustn't fuck," she whispered.<br /><br />"Gonna blow me again, Sis? I just gotta get my fucking rocks off before I explode."<br />Her eyelashes fluttered and she blushed slightly.<br /><br />"When you were licking my asshole, it felt so good," she said. "Want to shove your cock up there now?"<br />"Oh, wow! Yeah!" he gasped, amazed by her naughty suggestion, but turned on by the idea. He thought that buggery was dirty, but that only made it more exciting.<br /><br />But he wasn't any more excited than his mother, who was pushing the Coke bottle up her ass and gasping. She had thought that they were going to fuck when Jimmy had been shoving his prick up through Bonny's crotch, and had known that it was her duty to prevent them<br />from carrying their relations to the incestuous limit. But if he fucked her up the ass, it wouldn't really be incest, she assured herself. It wouldn't be any worst that sucking him off.<br /><br />And she sure wanted to see it.<br /><br />Jimmy moved back and Bonny slipped nimbly from the chair, turning onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling with anticipation. Her ass was thrusting up until it was the highest point of her posture, in a doggy-fucking position.<br /><br />"Shove your big prick up my asshole," she whimpered. "Unload your balls in my shit chute<br />Jimmy placed his open hands on the firm cheeks of her heart-shaped ass and spread them apart. Leaning down, he began to tongue her taut brown assbud, lubricating it with saliva. Bonny squirmed, working her ass against his face. She reached down and cupped her dripping cunt in her hand, intending to frig herself off while her brother poured his prick into her ass. He slurped away greedily for a few moments, once again savoring, the tangy taste of her shit hole. Her plump tits hung down, swaying like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.<br /><br />Jimmy raised his head and gazed down, seeing that his tongue had opened her tight ass slot, her puckered ass rim slippery with his slobber. He trembled, yearning for the mysteries of her bowels. Bonny gave her ass a jerk, eagerly awaiting his fat fuckrod.<br /><br />Wrapping his fist around the hilt of his stalk,<br />Jimmy angled his cockhead toward her asshole.<br /><br />He nudged the tip against her tight assbud and Bonny whimpered and wriggled with delight. Jimmy pushed against her ass. Looking down, he didn't think it was going to be possible to cram his bloated cockhead into the tight little slot of her shit hole. The thought was frustrating and he was determined to try, but his prick seemed far too fat to go through that puckered little slot. His swollen purple slab was throbbing violently as it nestled its slimy tip in her brown bud.<br /><br />A dribble of jism oozed from his pisshole and trickled into his sister's asshole. She gave a little moan when she felt the steaming hot fuckjuice seep into her tender ass flesh.<br /><br />"Stuff me!" she wailed, jerking against him. Jimmy grasped her by the handles of her hipbones and hauled her ass back as he shoved his<br />prick out. Her assbud resisted for a moment. Then the pliable bud began to ripple and part to accommodate the great bulk of Jimmy's prick.<br /><br />The horny teen was amazed and delighted to see his cockhead start to disappear up his sister's shit chute. His cocktip was in her, and the rest of his wedge-shaped knob was slowly penetrating. Her shitter had opened into a wide oval, stretching around him.<br /><br />He jerked her and shook her by the hips, inching up into her ass steadily and remorselessly. Bonny was trembling. Her pretty blonde head was thrashing about, bobbing up and down; her slim back was arched and her ass was heaved up and jammed against her brother's lean belly. Her trim thighs tensed as she rode against him. She had her hand cupped over her smoldering cunt, but she wasn't rubbing herself off yet. She didn't want to come too soon-not until she had an asshole stuffed full of pounding, spurting prick.<br /><br />With a lurch, Jimmy buried his cockhead.<br /><br />"Oh!" Bonny gasped. It hurt slightly, but not much. The faint tingle of pain seemed to enhance the thrill of the act, to add a new<br />dimension to the lovely sensation of being buggered<br />Jimmy, panting heavily, held steady for a moment. His knob had vanished into her brown assbud, and his thick prick stood out between them, like a bridge between his balls and her bowels.<br /><br />"Give me more." Bonny whimpered. "Feed all of your big cock up my ass, Jimmy-fuck my ass hard-"<br />Her enthusiasm turned him on, her words excited him. He began to inch his cockshaft into her ass. His knob was the fattest part of his prick, and it forged a passage for his cock, blazing a trail up into the unexplored regions of her body.<br /><br />Her shit chute rippled on his meat, sucking and pulling, as if she were trying to digest him in reverse. Her hand slid back through her crotch and she cupped his balls, fondling them lovingly, grateful for the lovely load they contained and desperately eager to feel that steaming hot slime hose her bowels.<br /><br />Bucking violently, she slammed back against him, and the last inches of his cock went into her. Jimmy was buried ball-deep up his naughty<br />sister's asshole. She began to rub his bloated cumbags around in her soaking cunt as she squirmed on his fat fuckrod.<br /><br />The sight was making their mother so hot that she thought her pussy was going to ignite, that the cuntjuice that was streaming down her thighs would blister her flesh. The image of their depravity was branding itself indelibly into her fevered mind.<br /><br />Jimmy held the full penetration for a minute, loving the sensation of having every inch of his long prick buried in a clinging, sucking asshole and letting his sister thrill to the joy of having a massive cock throbbing in her bowels.<br /><br />Bonny squirmed and wriggled, working his cock around inside her ass and rubbing his balls into her creamy cunthole. The horny girl was in seventh heaven. Her brother's huge cockhead felt like a lump of smoldering iron deep in her guts, and his long, thick fuckrod was wedging and prying like a crowbar in her shit chute. <br />If it felt this wonderful to have a cock up her ass, just think what it must feel like to have a cuntful of cockmeat, she was thinking. She was determined to get her cherry cunt screwed at the first opportunity, now that she had learned the<br />joy of sex-although she wasn't quite ready to fuck her brother yet.<br /><br />Grunting, Jimmy began to hump.<br /><br />His prick was plugged up her asshole so tightly that at first, he didn't slide in and out, but merely hauled her ass back and forth on his buried fuckmeat. He tightened his grip on her hips, holding her in place and at the same time, her shit chute rippled and parted slightly, still clinging smugly to the contours of his cock, but loosening just enough to allow him to slide.<br /><br />"Fuck my ass off!" she wailed.<br /><br />Jimmy drew back and this time his cock emerged, slimy and dripping. He pulled out until only his cockhead was in her ass slot, paused, then rammed all of his prick back up her. Bonny gasped and whimpered with delight. Jimmy plunged in again, tilting her ass up high on his powerful thrust. She jerked up on trembling thighs, grinding against him. Then he plowed in from above and drove her loins downward.<br /><br />Bonny released his balls, not wanting to hinder his stroking action. She shoved all four fingers up her cunthole, bunched together into a phallic shape. She fingered into her pussy tun-<br />nel and whipped her thumb back and forth against her throbbing clit.<br /><br />She could feel his cock running in and out through the slender membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole. She was working in counterpoint, stuffing her fingers up her fuckhole when Jimmy pulled out, her hand and his prick passing like trains in twin tunnels.<br /><br />Claire was copying her daughter.<br /><br />She had the Coke bottle stuck up her cunt again, and she slipped two fingers knuckle-deep up her shit hole and wriggled them about. She was panting so loudly that she was afraid they might hear her. But Bonny and Jimmy were panting just as heavily, and were blissfully unaware of the fascinated audience for whom they were so vigorously performing.<br /><br />"Unghhh!" Bonny grunted as her brother filled her ass to the brim with his smoking hot cockmeat.<br /><br />He was plunging in so deeply that she thought his cockhead must be bumping against her lungs, running right through her guts. She half expected to feel his throbbing prick come sliding into her mouth from within.<br /><br />Jimmy poured a long, rippling, under slung<br />stroke into her, then slammed in from above, altering the angles. He was shoveling his cock into her with gusto. His balls swung in end out, slapping into her crotch as he buried his fuckrod Bonny's cunt was so wet that when her brother's balls slapped in, they made a splashing noise.<br /><br />Her tight shit tunnel was massaging his fuckmeat, her guts were sucking on his prick knob. It felt as if his sister had a secret mouth inside her bowels, sucking him off, a mysterious fist frigging him.<br /><br />Bonny was panting like a bitch in heat, her head lowered, slobbering and drooling. She switched her heart-shaped ass from side to side, and jerked it up and down. She was ready to cream but holding back, waiting for her brother's fuckjuice.<br /><br />"Shoot in me, Jimmy-" she gasped. "I can't wait much longer-slime up my shit chute-"<br />Her whole worked on his sliding prick like a pliable wringer as she stroke to milk him off; His bulls splashed into her cunt again; and they were so swollen now that she knew he was going to come soon. He hauled her back and rammed<br />in savagely, grunting and groaning and grimacing, his face all twisted by lust.<br /><br />"Gonna blow-" he rasped.<br /><br />Bonny let herself go. Her cunthole began to melt and her clit exploded against her flicking thumb.<br /><br />"Creaming-creaming-" she cried.<br /><br />Jimmy howled like a wild beast in torment as he reached the peak. His balls erupted and his thick fuckjuice came rushing up his cock and shot into his sister's bowels.<br /><br />"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, when she felt his burning hot fuckjuice hosing her guts.<br /><br />Jimmy pumped spurt after spurt into her, filling her belly in reverse, adding more cum to the load that she had swallowed. Each time he squirted more cum into her, Bonny shuddered with another spasm of bliss. As his cock pulled out, cum flooded from her asshole and poured down into her crotch, blending with her cuntjuice.<br /><br />He felt as if he was shooting more than jism into her, as if his brains had melted, his blood turned to fuckjuice, his very life-force spurting from the head of his cock. The horny youth was coming from his heels, his whole body wracked<br />by his orgasm. Shaking and trembling, dizzy with desire, he banged away, hammering into her ass, pounding and thundering as he emptied his balls spurt by spurt.<br /><br />At long last he was drained. He felt as if he had been shooting into her ass for hours. Gasping, he slumped over her haunches and kissed the back of her neck. Bonny moaned, full of fuckjuice, but wishing he could pump even more into her hot body. She continued to squirm under him, impaled on his prick, working her own coming off to the end.<br /><br />Jimmy began to withdraw. His prick was still stiff and her asshole clung tightly to him, and for a terrible moment he thought that they might be tied together, like rutting dogs-that someone- would have to throw a bucket of cold water over them. But then his cock began to emerge. He held the cheeks of her ass in his hands and slowly drew his spent prick out of her well fucked shit hole. It came out as it had gone in, inch by precious inch, dripping with cum and ass-juice.<br /><br />His cockhead popped out like a cork from a bottle. Cum streamed from her vacated asshole and frothed through the crack of her ass, run-<br />ning down into her crotch.<br /><br />"Kiss me, Jimmy," she whispered, hiking her ass up.<br /><br />Jimmy willingly bent down and kissed the soaking bud that had just given him such pleasure, sliding his tongue into her shit hole. Bonny wriggled against his face; still frigging her pussy off. She sighed as the last wave rippled softly through her fuckhole. She slumped down on the floor, panting, then twisted around toward her brother, smiling dreamily.<br /><br />His cock was beginning to droop now. It was slathered with slime. Bonny slid up to him and slurped his meat into her mouth, hungrily sucking on the soiled delicacy. She fed every inch of his soft, but still tasty, prick into her mouth, polishing it, then she tilted her head and let it slip from her lips. She sucked his shrunken cumbags in and gently licked the slime from them.<br /><br />Drawing back, grinning impishly, she said, "Golly-we sure are being naughty today, huh?"<br />"Yeah-naughty but nice," he said, returning her grin.<br /><br />It had all been far too wonderful for either of them to feel any shame or remorse or regrets,<br />and they knew they would be fooling around together an awful lot from now on. Everything but actually fucking, of course.<br /><br />Or so they still believed.<br /><br />"What now?" Jimmy asked, gazing down rather wistfully at his limp prick and wondering how soon he could get another hard-on? He thought that maybe Bonny might like her cunt sucked again, in the meanwhile. But naughty Bonny had come up with another idea.<br /><br />"Let's sneak upstairs and look through the keyhole," she suggested. "Maybe we can catch Mom and Dad screwing."<br />Jimmy nodded, thinking that a fine idea.<br /><br />And Claire thought it was an absolutely wonderful idea. After all, she owed the kids a performance and she was determined to make<br />it a good one . .<br /><br />CHAPTER SIX<br />Claire, being a voyeur, was also an exhibitionist-the other side of the coin. The knowledge that her naughty daughter was in the habit of spying through the keyhole thrilled her tremendously. She wondered how often Bonny had peeked in while she and Charles were fucking or sucking. Often, she hoped. She adored the thought that the girl had watched her in sexual action, and wondered how good a view she had gotten from the keyhole.<br /><br />But today Bonny and Jimmy were not going to be sneaking any furtive looks through that keyhole.<br /><br />Claire intended to leave the door open!<br />She was still squatting over the cream-filled Coke bottle. Now slit got unsteadily up on trembling thighs, the bottle sticking from her cunt. Plucking it out, she took another slug of cream, loving the-flavor of her own pussy nectar. Then she turned and hurried to the stairs, going up quickly but quietly, not wanting the teens to hear any sounds that might inhibit them.<br /><br />Her lush body was glowing all over, warmed by the anticipation of putting on a lascivious show for her children, almost as excited about performing as she had been at watching. She had creamed again and again as she watched the teens suck and bugger, yet she was still horny. Her nipples jutted out stiff and her pussy simmered.<br /><br />Entering the bedroom, she was delighted to find that her husband was still asleep. She closed the door partially, leaving plenty of space through which Bonny and Jimmy could look in, but also giving them enough concealment for their voyeurism. She checked to make sure there<br />was a good view of the bed, then went over and slid in beside Charles, careful not to disturb him.<br /><br />She waited for the audience to arrive.<br /><br />"You ever see them at it?" Jimmy asked as he and Bonny came sneaking up the stairs.<br /><br />"Yeah-but you can't really see so much through the keyhole. None of the details, I mean. But you can hear them pant and moan and once I heard Mom making plenty of sucking sounds, too."<br />"Oh, wow! You think Mom blows?" Jimmy said. It didn't seem the sort of thing a mother should do-although it was sure great that his sister was a cocksucker.<br /><br />Bonny giggled at her older brother's naivete. "Of course she blows, silly," she said. "And she must swallow the fucking stuff, too, 'cause I heard her gulping."<br />Jimmy's limp but still impressive cock gave a little tingling jolt as he thought of his sexy mother drinking cum. Jimmy had often had erotic fantasies about his Mom while he was jacking off. Even the knowledge that he had<br />once suckled on her big stiff nipples as an infant turned the horny teen on, and he never missed out on a chance to peck at her while she was in the bathtub or shower or changing her clothing. He spilled as much jism over thoughts of his mother as he had over his sister. Now he was more keen than ever to play the Peeping Tom, and he hoped desperately that his mom and dad would be fucking.<br /><br />Jimmy was in for a treat.<br /><br />Reaching the head of the stairs, brother and sister tiptoed down the hallway. When they saw that the bedroom door was ajar, they were both disappointed. Surely the door would be closed if their parents were having a fuck. But they proceeded, with fading hopes. At least they might get a chance to look at their mother as she lay naked in bed-and for Bonny; the thought of getting a glance at her daddy's whopper cock was an exciting prospect as well.<br /><br />Bonny moved ahead and slid her face around the door jamb. Jimmy stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder. They both stifled gasps when they saw that Claire was sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees apart and her ripe body stark-naked.<br /><br />It appeared from the way she was placed, that she was just about to get out of bed and they were disappointed that they weren't going to get to spy on a fuck, although they were both turned on by gazing at the woman's voluptuous body in the nude.<br /><br />Claire, careful not to look directly at the partially open door for fear of scaring them off, saw their shadows from the corner of her eye. She smiled slightly. Feigning a yawn, she raised her hand to her open mouth. Then she sighed and stretched, as if limbering up after a night of slumber. As she raised her arms, her fat tits thrust out toward the doorway. They noticed that the rosy tips of her tits were stiff and swollen.<br /><br />Jimmy and Bonny exchanged an excited, conspiratorial glance, then quickly looked back at Claire.<br /><br />The woman's arms came down and her hands moved under her heavy, jutting tits. Purring softly, she began to caress her firm tit meat, holding her tit-mounds higher. Then she pulled gently at her nipples and uttered a low moan.<br /><br />"Jeez-" Jimmy whispered. Watching his sexy Mom playing with her tits was turning him<br />on even more than watching his nubile sister caressing her ripe body.<br /><br />Bonny too, was fascinated. She had never had a lesbian experience, but she had wondered what it was like and now she was fascinated by the sight of her mother's naked charms.<br /><br />Claire lingered over her tits for a while, in no hurry to get on with her performance. She intended to give them a three-act play. She rolled her tit tips in her fingers and thumbs and squirmed, arching her back. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and her lips were parted as she deliberately assumed an attitude of arousal for their benefit-an attitude that would soon be becoming natural to her, as she got hotter and hornier.<br /><br />She drew one knee upwards. Bonny and Jimmy both gazed down at her crotch and saw that her cunt was open and creamy. Her groin was awash with the overflow of her pussy. Jimmy groaned and placed his open hand on his sister's trim ass, kneading her firm asscheeks. Bonny reached behind her and held his balls.<br /><br />Claire slid a hand down and cupped her bushy cunt, her fingers dipping into her crotch. She<br />fingered her stiff clit and traced along her open cuntlips. Her hips shifted from side to side and her ass ground on the edge of the bed. She ran both hands up the insides of her smooth, moist thighs, stroking her pussy at the top of the caress. Then she ran her index finger all the way up through the crack of her ass, from her asshole to her clit.<br /><br />Her fingers were sticky with cuntjuice and she raised her hand to her lips and licked at it, then bunched her fingers together and slid them in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion, sucking the pussy nectar from them with a little hungry whimper.<br /><br />Jimmy's balls began to swell in his sister's hand, and his cock started to rise in a series of jolts. His cockhead pressed against Bonny's jerking ass, sliding higher up the slope as he continued to rise to another rock-hard erection.<br /><br />Claire alternated hands, sucking on one while she fondled her pussy with the other, then switching. One hand went down wet with her slobber as the other came up coated with cunt juice. Bonny wondered if her mother had ever tasted another woman's cunt cream. The woman certainly seemed to be enjoying a taste<br />of her own.<br /><br />Bonny dipped a hand into her crotch and brought it up to her mouth, emulating her mom, lapping up her own succulent cream and thrilling to wild speculations of cunt lapping.<br /><br />Claire was really getting worked up now, as she played with her pussy and basked in the gaze of her children, feeling their hot eyes burning into her naked flesh like laser beams. It was as if their vision had physical weight, touching her.<br /><br />Twisting lithely from the hips, Claire turned and looked down at her husband. He was still sleeping. Smiling lewdly, she reached out to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She reached in and drew out her big rubber dildo. Bonny and Jimmy gulped in amazement at the sight-and at the prospect of watching her use the huge fuck tool. It was a massive device, realistically shaped, with a wedge-shaped knob and veins gnarling the underside of the rod. Leather straps hung from the hilt, obviously a harness so that one woman could strap it on and fuck another woman. Bonny wondered if her mom had ever used it that way? She hoped so. The thought was tremendously exciting. Now that she knew her mother had a dildo, and<br />where it was kept, Bonny could hardly wait for a chance to sneak into the bedroom and fuck herself silly with the huge cock.<br /><br />Claire pushed the fat knob into her mouth and sucked on it, sliding it in and out. Whatever doubts Jimmy might have had as to whether his mom was a cocksucker were dismissed, as he watched her sensual lips working on the rubber prick so expertly.<br /><br />"Holy fuck," he gasped.<br /><br />His cock was swollen so huge now that it was every bit as big as the massive rubber prick. His cock knob was pounding against his sister's shapely ass as she fondled his expanding balls and wriggled against him.<br /><br />Claire drew the dildo from her mouth and lowered it into her creamy crotch. She began to rub the tip around in her wet cunt and against her tingling clit. Cunt cream gushed out and ran down the thick rubber shaft in abundance. Hiking her pelvis upward, she slid the rubber cockhead down and nudged the tip into her asshole, squirming on it. She pushed an inch or two up into her shit chute, twisting it around inside that tight passage. Then she drew it out and brought it back to her cunt. This time she<br />slowly fed it up her fuckhole.<br /><br />She buried the rubber cock to the hilt up her pliable pussy. The leather straps trailed down her thighs. She held it all inside her for a moment, then began to fuck herself steadily, shoving it in and hauling it back put.<br /><br />"Ahhhhh," she sighed, tossing her blonde head about and fondling her clit with her other hand.<br /><br />The rubber shaft pulled out, all slathered with her cunt slime. Her pussy was squishing moistly, sucking on the dildo as it slid in and out. Her pink cuntlips distended, dragging on the rubber prick as she pulled it out. It looked as if her cunt was being nearly pulled inside out on the fat plunger.<br /><br />She began to shake uncontrollably. Her clit swelled and tightened and her cuntlips rippled. The flow from her fuckslot was getting thicker and creamier as she neared the crest. She began to shove the rubber cock in and out furiously, and her ass and hips churned wildly as she fucked herself toward the blissful peak.<br /><br />She dropped back along the bed and raised both knees up, parting her thighs wide. She slammed the dildo into her lathered cunthole<br />with lightning strokes, shoving her crotch down to meet it. Cunt cream sprayed from her slit as the big tool stuffed her full. The tight-fitting plunger plugged her socket, pumping the juice out steadily as she vibrated with the spasms of Joy.<br /><br />"Ohhh!" she cried, as she reached the crest and her fuckhole melted on the rubber fuckstick.<br /><br />She continued to shovel it up her pussy for a few moments, working her orgasm off to the dregs. Then her movements slowed down. She squirmed on the buried tool and purred with contentment. After a few more moments she drew the dildo out. The thing was absolutely drenched with her cum cream. She twisted around onto her flank, so that her audience could see what she was doing. Then she began to run her nimble tongue up and down the rubber stalk, lapping up her cream. She pushed the knob into her lips and sucked and her throat pulsed gently as she swallowed her own delicious fuck cream.<br /><br />When she had sucked up every precious drop, she drew the tool from her lips and tossed it onto the bedside table. She was smiling dreamily, her<br />lips frothy with her slime. She seemed satiated, and Bonny and Jimmy both figured that the performance had ended and that they wouldn't get to watch any further action. They didn't know yet that their mother was insatiable in her capacity for lust-especially when she was aware that her naughty teens were watching.<br /><br />Jimmy's cockhead was ballooning against Bonny's trim ass and her pussy was streaming down her thighs. She squeezed his bloated balls and whimpered when she felt his fuckjuice slosh about inside the hairy sacs. Her hand slid up to his stalk and folded around it. She gave him a slow stroke and his knob flared against her ass. Cuntjuice pooled in the palm of her other hand as she rubbed her pussy.<br /><br />Jimmy leaned over her and placed his lips to her ear.<br /><br />"Let's go to your room and suck each other off again," he whispered.<br /><br />"Urn-hum," Bonny agreed, nodding.<br /><br />But they paused. Claire was a master of the performing arts and it was time for Act Two...<br /><br />CHAPTER SEVEN<br />Claire turned toward Charles, who was softly snoring. Careful not to awaken him, she shifted to the other side of the bed so that the watchers in the doorway would have an unblocked view of the proceedings. She lay on her flank, her knee raised up so that her cunt was exposed. Her head was poised over her husband's belly, her long blonde hair sweeping down.<br /><br />Claire licked her lips hungrily.<br /><br />"Oooooh-she's gonna blow Daddy,"<br /><br />Bonny whispered, eager to see it, and envious of that meaty feast. His prick lurched.<br /><br />Jimmy groaned and had to get his rocks off again soon, yet how could he move away from that doorway when such a thrilling scene was about to unfold?<br />Charles' cock had softened during the time that Claire had ignored him, but even limp, it was huge. His cockshaft lay along his thigh in a fat, meaty coil. Since he hadn't come that morning, his cumbags were bloated with a load of fuckjuice.<br /><br />Hovering over him, Claire blew her breath onto his cock. His prick stirred, swelling slightly. How delicious it looks, Bonny thought. Now that she had sucked her first cock and knew what a treat it was to drink cum, Bonny was eager to suck all the pricks that she could. Her first mouthful had been her brother's sweet prickmeat and the naughty girl wished that her daddy's could be second.<br /><br />And the sight of her mother's creamy cunt was giving the nubile nymphet a few ideas, as well.<br /><br />"Frig me off, Sis," Jimmy hissed.<br /><br />She hesitated, hating to waste his next load<br />on a handjob instead of drinking it or taking it up her asshole, but from the way his prick was thundering in her fist, she knew that she had to come soon. She began to stroke him very slowly, her fist just skimming lightly up and down on his throbbing cock stalk.<br /><br />Jimmy slid his hand into her crotch from behind and began to slip his fingers into her cunthole and fondle her clit. Brother and sister frigged each other gently as they continued to observe the action. His cock pulsed and her pussy rippled and their eyes were glued to the scene with all the fascination of the voyeurism that they had both obviously inherited from their mother.<br /><br />Claire lifted Charles' limp cock in her hand and leaned down to lick his swollen balls. She slurped all over his loaded cumbags, making moist sounds and whimpering softly. His prick lay along his flat belly now, his cock knob extended to his belly button.<br /><br />Charles murmured in his slumber as another erotic dream began to form under her guidance.<br /><br />Claire licked up and down his thighs, lingering over the preliminaries before she got to the feast. She slid down and sucked on his toes for<br />a moment, then worked her way back up his legs. She lapped his balls for a few moments, her blonde head between his thighs now, mouthing him hungrily. Sliding up, she rubbed her fat tits gently against his cock and balls. Her nipple shot out, taut and throbbing against his prick.<br /><br />Flattening her tongue against the base of his cockshaft, she drew it slowly up the underside, tracing along the vein. His fuckrod swelled and his cockhead began to spread out wider. She repeated the stroke and licked his prickknob at the top of it.<br /><br />"Ummmmm," she purred as the succulence of his cock registered on her tastebuds.<br /><br />Claire always loved to lick and suck a prick and doing it while her kids were watching made it even better.<br /><br />She ran her tongue up from his balls to his cockhead with slow, steady strokes, tilting her face slightly to one side so that Bonny and Jimmy could see all the juicy details. Her pink lapper slid up, trailing her frothy saliva.<br /><br />Pursing her lips, she ran her mouth up and down on the underside of his stalk, slurping her own saliva back off his prick. She kissed the<br />huge wedge of his cockhead lovingly.<br /><br />Charles groaned as his dream took shape. He humped up from the bed, driving his towering prick up past Claire's face. She licked and sucked at his cockshaft as it slid up and down against her mouth. Her cunt was open and bubbling again, inspired by that tasty snack.<br /><br />Turning her lovely, radiant face downward, she parted her lips and took the head of Charles' cock into her mouth, nursing on the succulent meat with relish. The teens could hear all the juicy sounds that her mouth was making as she worked on him. Her lips were closed around his cockstalk, just behind the knob, and her tongue was playing against the underside of the big mouthful.<br /><br />Bonny's lips and tongue were working too, as she made believe that it was her mouth full of her daddy's cock, and Jimmy's prick was hammering as he pretended that it was in his mother's mouth. This happy family had a lot in common.<br /><br />Charles heaved up and his cock slid ball-deep into his horny wife's hot, wet mouth. Her blonde head tilted back. She twisted her lips around on the hilt of his fuckrod, then slowly<br />drew back to his cockhead. She sucked on the fat wedge ravenously. Charles whimpered and humped again, but this time Claire raised her head along with him, so that only his cockhead was in her lips. She adored having him-or any guy, come to that-shoot in. her mouth, but today was a special occasion. If he pumped his spunk right down her gullet, the watching teens wouldn't get to see it, and she knew it would turn them on to see his slime spurt out.<br /><br />Head bobbing up and down as he humped, Claire worked voraciously on the head of his prick. She gulped with the joy of sucking on his cockmeat and the expectation of a lovely drink of jism and the depraved knowledge that the teens were watching.<br /><br />A trickle of preliminary fuckjuice oozed out of Charles' pisshole and seeped onto her tongue. Claire laved his cock knob greedily, gluttonously, eager for more. Charles was thrashing about wildly, obviously in the grip of a most interesting dream-an erotic dream that was very soon going to become a wet dream.<br /><br />"Ummmm," she moaned, sucking like a vacuum cleaner and pulling more spunk out by the suction of her mouth.<br /><br />He hadn't come yet, but the seepage from his weeping prick was filling her mouth. Claire let a few frothy drops dribble out, so that Bonny and Jimmy could see that he was starting to cream on her tongue. The stuff slid down his stalk slowly and sluggishly, heavy and hot as melted lead. Claire bobbed down, feeding more of his prick in and sucking the slime back off his cockshaft.<br /><br />Drawing back to his fat knob, she whispered, "Cream in my fucking mouth, darling-"<br />Since Charles was asleep she was obviously speaking for the benefit of the observers, but they didn't know that, of course. Her words caused them to vibrate, thrilled by the knowledge that their sexy mother yearned for a mouthful of jism.<br /><br />The massive slab of his prickhead flared, and Claire knew that Charles was about to come. She wanted this exhibition to be as visible as possible, to show it in detail. Turning her head, she slipped his prick knob out of her lips and fitted her flattened tongue against the underside of his huge purple cockhead. Her mouth was wide open, and her slobber was streaming down his long, gnarled fuck shaft. Her tongue pulsed<br />against his slab, just where the thick, dark vein spread out into the crown.<br /><br />Suddenly a great spout of cock spume burst from his pisshole. Charles' ass shot back on the recoil, and his fuck juice spurted straight up into the air, passing through Claire's parted lips and skimming over the surface of her pink tongue. The heavy, hot fluid rose high above the bed, hung suspended for a moment in mid-air, then dropped back to splatter on Claire's cheek.<br /><br />Another spurt shot upward in a creamy geyser, spraying all over the place as it fell back. Claire could not bear to waste any more of the precious stuff. She had allowed the teens to see him shoot, and now it was time to gorge herself on the rest of his load. She turned her face down again and took his creaming cockhead into her lips, just in time to take his third massive dose into her mouth.<br /><br />Cum skimmed over her flashing tongue and hit the back of her throat. Claire gulped it down hungrily and sucked for more. A great glob shot into her like a rocket. Her lips collared his fuck stalk, clamping fast just behind his cockhead, as she milked more out.<br /><br />The last spurt hosed her voracious mouth, hit-<br />ting the roof this time. Then, drained for a moment, Charles slumped back onto the bed, gasping and shuddering. Keeping his knob in her lips. Claire folded her fist around his prick and begun to pump up and down, frigging the last of his load out by hand and swallowing it as it came. When she had milked out every last drop, she pulled her lips off his cockmeat. Her face was turned toward the door and she opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue out, so that Bonny and Jimmy could see the jism that was drenching her. She swallowed, then used her tongue to slurp up the stray nuggets of cum that had seeped down to the root of his fuckrod.<br /><br />Just as she moved away, Charles opened his eyes.<br /><br />His dream had ended. Now Charles had something interesting to reveal to his wife-and to his children.<br /><br />CHAPTER EIGHT<br />Charles' eyes were glazed, and he blinked as if confused. Then he grinned happily as he saw his wife curled on her flank beside him and realized what had inspired his dream.<br /><br />Her lips were streaked with thick slime, and Charles didn't have to ask what she had done. Claire wasn't the best housekeeper in the world, and she had been known to cheat on him from time to time, but things like this made it all worth while.<br /><br />"Thanks," he muttered.<br /><br />"My pleasure," she replied. "It was a lovely drink."<br />She snuggled up beside him. His cock was still standing tall. One wet dream had scarcely diminished his ardor.<br /><br />"Was it a nice dream?" she asked.<br /><br />"It sure was."<br />She placed her open hand on his lean belly, massaging him a slow, circular movement, ignoring his cock for the moment. His standing fuckrod pulsed and his balls began to recharge themselves immediately. He reached across to fondle her tits.<br /><br />"Tell me about it," Claire urged.<br /><br />Charles frowned and Claire looked surprised. He had always told her the details of his wet dreams whenever she had sucked him off as he slept, in the past. She wondered why he was looking hesitant and reluctant now? Had he been having an affair, maybe, and dreamed about his lover? Claire, unfaithful herself, didn't give a shit if Charles fucked other women, but she wanted to know about it if he did. She was intrigued now by his frown and his hesitation.<br /><br />Her hand slid down and held his prick, stroking very gently up and down, knowing full well how to deal with him.<br /><br />"Tell me, darling," she said.<br /><br />"I-maybe I better not-"<br />"It was just a dream, for fuck's sake. I want to know what you were dreaming about when you creamed in my mouth."<br />Charles looked sheepish. He shrugged, then grinned. "Well, yeah-it was just a dream," he said, sounding somewhat wistful. Then a look of passion came over him, as he recalled that dream.<br /><br />"I-I dreamed that Bonny was sucking my cock," he said.<br /><br />Charles looked closely at his sexy wife, to see how she was reacting to the news that his dream had been incestuous.<br /><br />"Oooooh!" Claire moaned, thrilled to the core by his confession-and also by the fact that Bonny too, had heard those words!<br />And Bonny had almost fainted.<br /><br />Her legs had gone weak, and if she hadn't been supported-at the crotch by her brother's caressing hand, she might have dropped to her knees. She had been yearning for her daddy's<br />cock, and finding out that he had dreamed about her as he shot his wad made her dizzy with desire.<br /><br />Jimmy too, was thrilled, and his mighty cock thundered violently in his sister's hand as she stroked him.<br /><br />Seeing that Claire was not angry-far from it-Charles was encouraged to continue. He paused, recalling his dream, then said, "I was taking a shower and Bonny came into the bathroom. I'd been soaping my cock and balls and had a hard-on, and when she saw it she smiled at me and knelt down in the shower stall and began to suck my cock. I tried to stop her, but it was a silent dream and I couldn't speak. I pushed her head away, but then I couldn't help myself and I pulled her head right back onto my cock and fucked her in the mouth. When I creamed, she gulped it all down and then-I think I was going to fuck her cunt next, but I woke up," he ended, with a wry grin.<br /><br />"Christ, that makes me hot," Claire whispered.<br /><br />"You aren't mad?"<br />"Hell, no! It turns me on!"<br />"It was only a dream, of course. I'd never<br />do anything wicked like that in real life."<br />"Wouldn't you?" Claire asked, tilting an eyebrow. "I'll bet that you'd like to, though."<br />Knowing that Bonny was overhearing this conversation, Claire was determined to make it as erotic as possible. Charles looked shocked and didn't reply. In fact, Charles would have loved to fuck and suck with his nubile daughter, and he had often jerked off while thinking about her. Sometimes, when he was fucking his wife, he pretended that she was Bonny, too. Now he blushed slightly and remained silent.<br /><br />"Ummmm?" said Claire tauntingly. "Wouldn't you just love to shove your prick in her tight little pussy?"<br />"Well, I never would, but, hell yes! That sexy little mini drives me mad, sometimes," he admitted. "When she walks around the house half naked, my cock gets hard as a bone. Sometimes, if you aren't home, I have to go into the bathroom and beat my meat."<br />Claire was imagining just what reaction this talk must be having in Bonny. She had never known before that her husband shared the same incestuous inclinations that she had.<br /><br />"I'll tell you something, too," she<br />whispered-loudly enough to be heard at the doorway. "Sometimes when I'm using my dildo, while you're at work, I think about getting fucked by Jimmy."<br />Charles groaned with seething lust at his wife's confession. And if it affected him so much, just think how it had affected the young man in question! He often jerked off thinking about his mom, and now his whole body trembled as he discovered the desire was mutual.<br /><br />Claire was getting carried away by this whole situation that she had so carefully arranged. Abandoned to pure lust, she had no inhibitions left at all. She wanted to be as depraved as possible.<br /><br />Lowering her eyelashes demurely, she said, "Sometimes I even think about Bonny-"<br />"Bonny!" Charles gasped.<br /><br />"Isn't that naughty? I-I make believe that I've come home and caught Bonny getting fucked by one of her boyfriends. I don't stop them. I wait until he shoots his wad into her cunt. Then I send him away and I-I don't say a word-I just kneel down and put my mouth on her pussy and suck the cum out of her-"<br />"Oh my God!" Charles groaned, over-<br />whelmed by desire. His enormous prick vibrated wildly and his balls were tight. He thought that this was only pillow talk, that Claire had made it up to turn him on-and she had certainly done so!<br />And she had turned Bonny on even more!<br />Bonny and Jimmy glanced at each other with a look of disbelief, then looked back into the bedroom. Charles had rolled onto his side and was holding Claire in his arms in a tight embrace. His giant cock was pressed into her belly, his cock knob extending so far up that it brushed against the underside of her tits. Lust whipped his body, every nerve jumping, his blood pounding.<br /><br />"Sometimes I think about Bonny sucking me, too," Claire added, to further stimulate everyone concerned.<br /><br />Charles didn't think he could bear to hear any more, that he might explode or melt. He clamped his mouth on hers, kissing her passionately, tasting his own jism on her tongue and lips. They squirmed together, swapping tongues, her belly grinding onto his prick. They were ready to fuck now, both desperate to cream again.<br /><br />But as husband and wife prepared to fuck, brother and sister could restrain themselves no longer.<br /><br />Bonny had become frantic at finding out that both her father and her mother lusted for her body. Her slim thighs tensed as she ground her cunt onto Jimmy's hand. He shoved three fingers up into her fuckhole and whipped them in and out. His thumb jerked against her clit. Her fuck bud ignited and waves of sensation lashed her trembling loins. Flashes shot up her thighs. Dark fantasies danced in her mind, images passed in an erotic parade. She thought of blowing her daddy, and she imagined the joy of sucking her mom's pussy. Her cunthole was so sodden that her brother's fingers splashed as they probed her pussy-hole. She had to struggle to keep herself from crying out aloud as she reached the peak. Her clit went off like a stick of dynamite and her cunt melted. The pussyjuice toured from her slot in a flood, as if a dam had burst in her belly; Jimmy was soaked to the elbow as it ran down his arm.<br /><br />Then Jimmy, too, was at the crest. Bonny was frigging him vigorously behind her back. The head of his tormented cock rested at<br />the base of her spine and his long cockshaft was pressed into the crack of her trim ass. Bonny pumped back to the root of his fuckrod and shuddered as she felt him explode. The powder keg of his balls sent the creamy charge rushing up his tube, and his fuckjuice shot out and skimmed up Bonny's backbone, dosing each vertebra in turn and reaching the back of her neck.<br /><br />Jimmy fingerfucked her to the finish and emptied his cum load in a series of creamy spurts, slathering her back. Gasping, they drained each other to the dregs.<br /><br />Bonny, panting and moaning softly, sank down to her knees. Jimmy went down with her, holding his prick tight to her ass and clinging to her hips. He was mounted on her ass, clamped over her haunches like a dog fucking a bitch in heat.<br /><br />They were both still horny, despite having creamed, inspired to incredible heights of desire by what they had seen and heard and done.<br /><br />And now there was more to see<br /><br />CHAPTER NINE<br />Claire slid her hand in between their tightly clasped bodies and took Charles' rampant prick in her grasp, rubbing his smoking hot cock knob against her belly. She pumped down and cupped his balls, squeezing gently, as if she were judging the abundance of the creamy load of hot fuckjuice that . filled them..<br /><br />Charles slid a hand between her lush thighs, his fingers dipping into her soaking crotch and stroking her tenderly. Her streaming pussy<br />sucked on his fingers, dragging them into her slot. She was obviously more than ready to get stuffed full of cock, and Charles' cock was to provide that<br />stuffing-and teenagers were more than keen to observe the scene.<br /><br />Charles started to roll his voluptuous wife over onto her back, thinking to mount her in the missionary position. Although they screwed in all sorts of ways, that was the one they used most frequently, especially for the first fuck of the day.<br /><br />Claire was about to comply, out of habit, turning over and spreading her sleek thighs. But then she resisted. It had suddenly occurred to her that fucking that way would not give the kids the best possible viewpoint. They would not see much more than their daddy's ass humping up and down and maybe a few glimpses of his swinging balls.<br /><br />For a moment, they were like two wrestlers struggling as Claire bridged, avoiding a pin. Then, she turned one hip up and twisted her body, forcing Charles to turn back onto his flank and then over onto his back. He went willingly. Claire wanted to sit on his prick, it was<br />certainly okay with him. He had not the faintest idea that the horny exhibitionist had an ulterior motive-that she was choreographing this lascivious scene for the benefit of an audience.<br /><br />Claire threw one knee across and settled over his loins. Her heavy tits swung delightfully, and Charles reached up and grasped them in both hands, kneading the fat mounds and pulling on her stiff tit-tips. Her ass switched from side to side, as if she was some female animal in heat, switching her tail.<br /><br />Claire's face was transfigured by passion. Her eyes glowed like smoldering cobalt, and her sensual lips were moist and parted, still streaked with the residue of the cum that she had so greedily sucked out of Charles' massive prick.<br /><br />She reached down and took his cockshaft in her hand, guiding his knob to her fuckslot. Her thighs rippled with sinew as she slowly lowered her loins over hum. His cockhead brushed against her pussy lips and she held steady for a moment. Tilting her wrist, she rubbed the frothy tip of his prick up and down through her unfurled cuntlips and against her pulsing clit.<br /><br />Cuntjuice poured down his stalk in thick streams and scum bubbled from his pisshole and <br />dribbled into her slot. His cockhead was throbbing wildly in the entrance to her fuckhole, and her pussy folds were sucking hungrily on his fat prick.<br /><br />From their vantage point in the hallway, Bonny and Jimmy had a perfect view. They could see their daddy's swollen, hairy cumbags jammed between his thighs, the underside of his thick cockshaft with the fat, dark vein pulsing up it, the wedge-shaped slab of his throbbing purple cockhead nudging into their mother's open pussy-slit. Her pink pussylips were sucking on the tip of his prick, and her taut fuck button was swelling and rubbing against his slimy cock crown. Ribbons of cuntjuice trickled down his fuckrod and globs of spunk oozed into her.<br /><br />Both brother and sister were trembling uncontrollably. Neither had ever watched a fuck in progress before, except for the vague glimpses that Bonny had gotten through the keyhole, and now they were desperately eager to see their dad's huge prick slide into Claire's creamy fuck bowl.<br /><br />Jimmy was still mounted on his sister's haunches like a coupling dog, his hard-on<br />pressed to her ass and his hands hooked around to fondle the plump mounds of her tits. Her thighs tensed and relaxed in turn, as she rubbed her ass against him. The slime that he had shot out a moment before glistened like a line of dewdrops up her backbone and the insides of her trim thighs were slippery with the overflow of her cunt.<br /><br />Claire, fully aware of the show that she was putting on, continued to brush Charles' cockhead around in her slot for a while. He groaned and humped up, trying to bury his prick, but she teased him by hiking up so that only his prick tip went in.<br /><br />"Fuck me, dammit!" he growled.<br /><br />Claire went down slowly, taking his long, thick cock into her pussy inch by inch. As she lowered her loins, the cheeks of her ass spread open, exposing the tight brown bud of her shit hole. Charles bridged under her, letting her stuff herself at her own pace.<br /><br />His cockhead vanished into her pussy and his stalk began to disappear into her clinging cunt folds. With half of his huge prick buried, Claire paused in her descent and twisted her hips from side to side, rolling her cunthole around on his<br />fuckrod like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt. Thea she went down the rest of the way, taking Charles' cock ball-deep into her smoldering clit-hole.<br /><br /> "Ahhhhh." she sighed, adoring the sensation of having her fuckhole filled to the core with cockmeat.<br /><br /> She held steady, letting Charles thrill to the feeling of having every inch of his massive prick buried in that sucking, soaking cunt tunnel. Her pussy lips were plastered around the root of his cockshaft like a suction cup. Her curt slit was spread wide by the thickness of his cock and her cunt cream oozed out around the hairy rim, like some canal glue bonding them together.<br /><br />Charles' hands moved from her tits and slid down her flanks, cupping the cheeks of her ass. He tugged upwards. Claire's thighs tightened and she rose up. His cock appeared again, all slathered with the cream of her fuckhole, slippery and gleaming.<br /><br />Bonny whimpered as she watched. The naughty girl wished that she dared to rush into that room and clamp her mouth over both of them at once, letting her daddy's cock slide through her lips as it went into her mother's cunt<br />and sucking her mother's cunt-at the same time. Jimmy was thinking it was a shame that, with her pussy filled, his mother's mouth was empty. His cock throbbed against his sister's ass as he wondered what that mouth would feel like on his prick. Now that he knew that his mother lusted for him while she fucked herself with her rubber prick, incestuous desires raged in the teen.<br /><br />Claire had risen up so that only the knob of her husband's cock was in her pussy. She paused there for a moment, then slowly slid back down, taking it all into her again. Her pussy squished as it dragged on his fuckrod and some cream bubbled out.<br /><br />Charles' prick was so taut that it was humming. It felt as if she had a vibrator up her fuckhole. When she took it all into her, his cockhead flared in the very depths of her cunt, and his long, thick cockshaft was like a lever in her fuck tunnel.<br /><br />Grunting, he began to hump up from the bed, driving his prick up to meet her as she descended. He lifted her by the ass, then slammed her back down as his prick plunged up and in.<br /><br />Claire was fucking him slowly and steadily, her movements sinuous and feline. She arched<br />her back deeply and tossed her head from side to side, blonde hair cascading over her cheeks. The tip of her tongue showed in her lips and her nostrils flared. <br />She slid her hips out from side to side, then took him in a different angles. Her ass shoved back and she fed herself a stroke that ran every inch of his cockshaft over her clit and caused her to shudder. Then she twisted as she went down again, winding her fuckhole onto his prick. Her tight cunt muscles were sucking on him voraciously, pulling and dragging, clinging so tightly that as she rode up, her cuntlips were distended. It looked as if her pussy was being pulled inside out.<br /><br />"Fuck," she whimpered. She began to say the word each time that she descended, describing the act as she performed it. "Fuck-fuck- fuck-" she gasped, riding him faster.<br /><br />She reached down behind her churning ass and fondled his balls, then spread her splayed fingers around the root of his cock, feeling it slide in and out.<br /><br />Charles was groaning. Her cunt was sucking him just like a mouth. Her pliable pussy walls had molded themselves to his thick fucker,<br />clinging to every inch, fluttering and rippling. He felt as if she was pulling his prick out by the roots, as if she would soon empty his balls by the suction.<br /><br />Waves of ecstasy shot through her loins and Claire began to vibrate all through her voluptuous body.<br /><br />"Gonna cream-" she gasped.<br /><br />Charles, eager to come with her in a simultaneous orgasm, began to lunge up furiously, ramming his prick into her so hard that he was rattling her bones on the thrusts. His swollen balls jammed to her crotch as his cock drove to the core of her fuckhole.<br /><br />"Come in my cunt, darling!" cried Claire, longing to feel his steaming hot fuckjuice gush into her. Her pussy was starting to melt around his prick like a wax candle around a fiery wick.<br /><br />His cock hissed into her. "I'm gonna shoot, baby!" he rasped.<br /><br />"Ooooh! Yeah! Shoot all that hot, thick slime into my pussy-drown my cunt with cum-"<br />Charles heaved up and his balls spurted. His jism came out in a geyser. Claire wailed as the stuff pumped into her cunt. It felt as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when it<br />erupted.<br /><br />Humping violently, Charles pumped the fuckjuice into her pussy in-spurt after spurt, flooding her, turning her fuck box into a morass. Her cum poured out and blended with slime. Their mingled love juices bubbled from her coat as his prick plugged her full, lathering her whole groin with frothy slime.<br /><br />Moaning, he sank back, drained and panting. Claire continued to ride his prick, working off her orgasm to the conclusion. Then she collapsed over him, whimpering with joy.<br /><br />His cock was still buried in her pussy.<br /><br />"Stay hard, darling." she whispered.<br /><br />Charles muttered incoherently.<br /><br />"Don't you dare get soft," she wailed. "I'm gonna need an awful lot of fucking today-"<br />Her talented cunt muscles began to work softly on his embedded prick, pulling and fluttering, urging him to remain rampant. She reached back and kneaded his collapsed cumbags, coaxing them to refill themselves with another load of precious jism. But although his mighty cock had only softened slightly, his balls had been well drained and showed no signs of any immediately renewed vigor.<br /><br />Claire sighed and slowly drew her cunthole off his prick. His prick knob popped out and his long fucker swayed over his belly, as if undecided whether to stay stiff or to collapse. Every inch of his drained fuckmeat was drenched with cum and cuntjuice. Claire's vacated fuckhole was gaping open and the blended cum of their double climax gushed out, running down the insides of her kneeling thighs.<br /><br />Claire realized she would have to wait for a while before she got fucked again and she figured there was no sense in wasting that time-that she had might as well enjoy it and let the naughty teenagers observe another variation too. Tits bobbling, she began to crawl up her husband's panting torso. Charles grinned as he guessed her intention.<br /><br />"Yeah, baby-sit on my face," he urged.<br /><br />He knew from experience that eating out her creamy pussy was certain to make him horny again and, any how, there was nothing more delicious than Claire's cunt after it had been fucked.<br /><br />Her pussy dipped down and brushed against his hairy chest. A trail of slime lay up his torso in the wake of her crotch. His hands grasped<br />her by her hipbones and he began to lick his lips in anticipation of the succulent feast she was going to give him.<br /><br />She rose up and knelt over his upturned fact. Charles was staring right up into the folds of her cunthole. He tipped his head back and opened his mouth, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. A thick drop of cuntjuice fell from her pussy and splashed onto his lips, and his tongue slid across and gathered it up.<br /><br />"Unnnmm-give it to me, baby," he rasped. Thighs trembling, Claire slowly lowered her cunt onto Charles' eager face. His tongue shot out to meet her. He began lapping at her creamy fuckslot with hungry slurps.<br /><br />Claire bent over and hiked her ass upwards so that the watchers in the hallway would be able to see Charles' nimble tongue as it flashed in and out of her cuntslot and whipped over her clit. The cheeks of her ass spread apart, revealing her puckered shit hole. She switched her hips from side to side and jerked her belly over him.<br /><br />Clamping his lips to her slot, Charles began to French kiss her cunt as if it were a bearded mouth. His tongue shot as far up her fuckhole as it would go and his lips greedily pulled on<br />her pussylips, sucking her pussy juice out by the mouthful.<br /><br />"Ummmm-that's nice-" she purred.<br /><br />"It's fucking delicious!" he rasped, the words muffled in her crotch.<br /><br />"Oh, Charles-suck me off-" she moaned. Charles was doing exactly that, and loving it. His tongue flashed in and out, and his lips sucked voraciously on her overflowing fuckslot. He was sucking the juices of her previous orgasm out as, at the same time, he worked her toward a new creamy crest. Inspired, as if his prick were attached to his tongue by some mysterious internal clockwork, his cockmeat began to swell and harden again. He could have screwed her now, but he was savoring his snack of pussy so much that he wanted to finish her with his mouth.<br /><br />Claire rode his face, rubbing her fuck button against his slurping tongue. She reached behind her and, both because she knew it would excite the teens and because it felt good, she began to finger her asshole, pushing in and out and wriggling on her finger.<br /><br />"Holy shit," Jimmy muttered.<br /><br />Watching his mother's juicy pussy grinding<br />around in his father's eager face, Jimmy was filled with lust and envy. Now that he knew how absolutely delicious pussy was, from having eaten his sister out, Jimmy longed to tonguefuck his voluptuous mother.<br /><br />But Bonny was remembering the fuck she had just witnessed, and thinking how wonderful it had looked. Her own cunt felt so empty, a void abhorred by nature. She stared at Claire's open soaking fuckhole and wondered how that pussy had felt when it was stuffed to the brim with hard, hot cockmeat? Then she looked at Charles' massive fucker and thought about having a huge prick in her cherry cunt. Taking it up the ass had felt lovely-imagine what a cuntful would be like!<br />I just gotta get fucked soon, she thought.<br /><br />And there was a huge, rock-hard cock throbbing delightfully against the cheeks of her ass at that very moment.<br /><br />If only he wasn't her brother!<br />She whimpered as her pussy rippled, pleading for prick. That prick gave a mighty lurch as Jimmy watched his mother's pussy overflow into his father's open mouth.<br /><br />Bonny reached behind her and took Jimmy's<br />cock in her hand, feeling it pound violently, thinking what a lovely cuntful it would make.<br /><br />Incest be damned! thought the horny virgin.<br /><br />CHAPTER TEN<br />Bonny pulled her brother's throbbing cock down through the crack of her ass and into her crotch. She rubbed his cockhead in her slot and cunt-juice washed over the fat purple slab. Her pussy lips rippled wide open around his cocktip.<br /><br />Jimmy groaned. "Jeez, Sis-don't do that!" he rasped.<br /><br />"I want it," she moaned, wriggling her trim ass against his flat belly and brushing the head of his prick up and down through the<br />creamy folds of her cherry pussy.<br /><br />Jimmy shoved his cock up higher and jammed the bloated knob into her asshole, thinking to relieve himself with another ass fuck, but Bonny levered his stiff cock back into her crotch.<br /><br />She turned and looked over her shoulder. "I want you in me," she whispered, huskily. "I want your big prick up my fucking cunt, Jimmy-I wanna get fucked<br />Jimmy hesitated for a moment, still a bit inhibited about taking their relations to the limit, a bit intimidated by the taboos against incest. But he was raging with desire, and the tip of his cock was pulsing in her virgin fuckslot. How could he resist? How could any man with a hard-on turn down that nubile sexpot?<br />She turned her face back to observe the bedroom and, at the same time, pulled on his cockshaft. The fat wedge of his knob slipped easily into her sodden pussy and she gasped. Nothing but her fingers had ever been up that tunnel before and it filled her with bliss to feel a slab of throbbing, hot cockmeat in her fuckhole.<br /><br />Drawing her hand away from his stiff prick,<br />she grasped his balls and squirmed, hiking her ass upwards.<br /><br />"Give it to me, Jimmy," she pleaded. "Shove it all up my pussy-fuck me like a dog!"<br />Jimmy moved his hands down from her plump tits and held her firmly by her hipbones. He turned her pelvis from side to side, working his cock muscles so that his knob was flaring and jerking around in the entrance to her cunt. He could feel her taut clit pulse against his naked fuckrod and her juices flowed out and poured down his stalk in creamy rivulets.<br /><br />He began to inch his cock into her cherry cunthole.<br /><br />Bonny gurgled with joy. She could scarcely believe how wonderful it felt to have a huge prick slowly sliding up her fuck tunnel. She pushed her ass back as Jimmy slipped deeper. His balls seemed to be swelling in her hand, and about half of his prick was buried up her cunthole, bolting them together.<br /><br />Bonny felt her cherry go.<br /><br />There was a slight tingle of pain, followed by the relief of being released from the bondage of virginity. That hated barrier to her pleasure was gone, and Bonny knew, even before Jimmy<br />had buried his cock in her, that from now on she was going to get fucked by every guy available. Her conscience still protested that incest was wicked, but she didn't give a damn now, she was overwhelmed by pure lust.<br /><br />Jimmy grunted and shoveled his prick in to the hilt, filling her creamy pussy with pounding cockmeat. His balls were jammed to her crotch and her cuntlips were plastered around the root of his fuckrod. Her unused cunt muscles fluttered. She tightened them, experimenting, and they rippled up his cockshaft in a series of contracting rings, running up from the thick roots of his prick to his thundering cock knob.<br /><br />"Jesus, Sis, he groaned, as her pussy caressed him.<br /><br />Bonny knew that from the very first, she was going to turn out to be a spectacular fuck. She rippled her pussy walls again, sucking on his precious load of cockmeat.<br /><br />Fucking doggy fashion, with Jimmy looking over her shoulder, they could still enjoy watching their mother and father while they thrilled to the ecstasy of being coupled.<br /><br />Jimmy held ever inch of his long prick buried in his sister's cunt, as if afraid to lose the sen-<br />sation by movement. He jerked his cock muscles and caused his prick to throb inside her as her moist pussy pulled and caressed his cock and shaft. Her tits swung under her as she squirmed on her brother's fat cock. She lowered her face until her chin was brushing against the floor and hiked her sweet ass up higher. Jimmy arched his back, shoving in as if he was trying to get even his balls stuck up her steaming fuckhole.<br /><br />"Ooooh, Jimmy-it's so fucking good," she whimpered.<br /><br />His cockhead expanded deep in her pussy, and his iron-hard fuck shaft levered in her cunt tunnel, hiking her ass and hips higher as it jerked to a new angle of elevation. Her cunthole was tight, but slippery. The walls seemed to revolve around him, wringing his fuckmeat. His cock was smoking hot, but her pussy felt even hotter.<br /><br />Jimmy slipped one hand round her hips and dipped it into her crotch from in front. The heel of his palm rested on her plump cunt mound and his fingers began to massage her clit.<br /><br />"Ahhh-that's nice," she purred, as her taut clit pulsed and throbbed against his hand.<br /><br />The horny teen began to finger her shit hole<br />with his other hand, gently nudging his middle finger into her tight pussy-slit and wriggling it around, then frigging in and out. Bonny fondled his swollen balls as they lay jammed in her groin.<br /><br />"Fuck me now, Jimmy," she urged. "Shove your big prick in and out and fuck me until I cream-Oh, shit! Oh, Jimmy! Pour your prick to my cunt and shot me full of fuck juice-"<br />Jimmy pulled back, slowly dragging his fucker from her pussy. Her cuntlips stretched out along his prick, pulling delightfully. He drew back until only his big purple cockhead was in her slot, paused for a moment, then fed her a long, rippling stroke that buried his prick to the hilt again and stuffed her to the brim.<br /><br />As he fell into the rhythm, Bonny moved in counterpoint, shoving her ass back to meet his thrusts and rolling her hips as he withdrew, so that her fuckhole twisted around on his sliding cockmeat, adding torque to the in-and-out friction.<br /><br />His balls were so full now that instead of swinging in and out they were railing like bowling balls into her crotch. He continued to finger her clit and asshole, embellishing the fucking<br />by this manual stimulation. She released his balls and held her hand over his for a moment, as if she were frigging herself. The sensation was magical, and enhanced by the fact that they were still watching their sexy mother sitting on their daddy's eager face.<br /><br />Claire was pumping her belly and grinding her ass, working herself up to another coming on Charles' flailing tongue and lips. Cuntjuice streamed down both sides of his chin. He held her hips and tilted her up as if her cunt were a hairy goblet he was draining to the dregs. He said something, but she couldn't make out the words, hearing only a bubbling gurgle as he spoke right up her cunthole.<br /><br />She looked back over her shoulder and saw that his prick was rock hard again, but his tongue was doing such delightful things to her pussy that she was reluctant to switch to his cock. There would be time to deal with his hard-on after she had creamed his mouth.<br /><br />"Lap it up, darling," she moaned, and his tongue slapped into her, splashing in her juices.<br /><br />Jimmy was fucking faster and harder now, humping into his sister like a dog as she panted like a bitch in heat and matched his vigorous<br />thrusts with equal vitality. He dipped down and pumped a long, under slung stroke into her, tilting her ass up on the thrust. Then he hiked up and plunged in at a downward angle that jammed her ass lower. His hips switched as he shoveled his cock to her from this side and that, then poured another under slung stroke that slid every inch of his drenched cockshaft across her tingling fuck bud.<br /><br />Cuntjuice was spraying from her pussy as his prick stuffed her to the core. His cock was soaking wet from her seepage and ribbons of pussy cream ran over his balls. The overflow from her fuckhole cascaded down her thighs and drenched his belly. He was fucking his sister to jelly and she was wild with the joy of it. His prick seemed to be slamming halfway up her torso. She looked down past her swinging tits, expecting to see the outline of his cock raised in a furrow up her belly, like the track of a mole burrowing below the surface.<br /><br />Jimmy jolted on relentlessly, remorselessly, loving this sister-fucking more than he had ever loved anything. The fact that he had deflowered the naughty nymphet, and that they were committing the sin of incest only added to the thrill<br />of it, and they both knew that they would be fucking and sucking and buggering an awful lot from now on. Bonny intended to screw every guy she could, now that she had started, but she knew that no fuck would ever be better than the one that her brother was throwing into her at the moment, no cock more delicious in her mouth.<br /><br />A spasm wracked her nubile loins and she gasped.<br /><br />"Cream in me, Jimmy," she whimpered. "I'm gonna fucking melt-shoot your hot, thick fuckjuice up my cunt<br />Her words enflamed him. Jimmy began to slam into her violently, his ass a white blur as it sped in and out. His balls rolled into her sodden crotch, and his cock felt like a heated crowbar as it stuffed her fuckhole to the brim.<br /><br />They were building towards a dynamic double coming. Waves of joy lashed her loins and Jimmy groaned as the thrill swirled in his belly and balls. Abandoned to their own pleasure now, they were no longer paying any attention to their mother and father. Bonny's eyes were glazed and Jimmy was gazing down at her churning ass, anticipating pouring his slime in<br />to her pussy. And because they were lost to reality, neither of them realized that Jimmy's powerful strokes were slowly propelling Bonny forwards, slamming her ass and hips out so that she had to crawl-and that they were doggy fucking right through the doorway!<br />Claire heard Jimmy grunting and Bonny panting. She wondered if the naughty children were buggering again, or sucking. Twisting from the hips, she turned to glance at the doorway and gasped.<br /><br />Bonny and Jimmy, fucking like animals in heat, were advancing right into the bedroom!<br />Claire stared, fascinated. . It was too late to prevent it now, even if she had wanted to- which was the last thing that the horny woman wished to do. She settled firmly onto her husband's face, tightening her thighs around his ears so that she was blocking out all sight and sound, concealing the situation from him.<br /><br />Grunting, Jimmy slammed his prick into his sister's cunt and drove her another inch forwards. A glistening trail of cuntjuice lay in their wake as her pussy overflowed. Jimmy's knees were slipping around in the slimy stuff. He was nearing the peak now and he shifted his grip<br />from her clit and ass, gasping her firmly by the hipbones and pulling her ass back as he lunged in below.<br /><br />"Come-come-flood my cunt-" Bonny wailed.<br /><br />"Yeah! I'm nearly there!" he cried. Bonny's pussy rippled wildly as she began to cream. Jimmy could feel the steaming hot girl cum seep into her cunt-hole, drenching his thundering prick. He plunged into that bubbling crater like a rocket shot into an erupting volcano.<br /><br />"Now!" he gasped, ramming in to the hilt. His jism slid into her in a shiny rope and Bonny gurgled with joy as she felt him hose her cunthole. Her own climax peaked and her pussy dissolved around his spurting cock. Jimmy was pumping the fuckjuice in to her furiously, squirting the slime into the core of her loins, and she was creaming again and again, cresting each time she felt another steaming load of jism on her.<br /><br />"Ooooh-I love it!" she wailed.<br /><br />The last of Jimmy's load burst in her and he sagged over her haunches, drained to the dregs. Bonny jerked against him, pumping out the last<br />spasms of her release on his prick. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling<br />dreamily. Jimmy smiled back at her in brotherly devotion. He was wondering if he should draw his emptied prick out of her cunt now, or leave it there and wait for his balls to fill up again.<br /><br />He glanced towards the bed, to make sure that they would have time for another doggy fuck and gasped, as he saw that they had fucked right into the bedroom, and were right beside their parents on the bed.<br /><br />CHAPTER ELEVEN<br />Bonny saw the horrified look on her brother's face and turned to see what had caused it. She too, gasped when she realized that they had fucked right through the doorway and that their mother was staring at them. Bonny blushed with shame, but then she saw that Claire was smiling!<br />Claire held a finger to her lips, cautioning them to silence. She was obviously not shocked or angry, to their relief. Jimmy pulled his prick out of Bonny's pussy and a great flood of cum and cuntjuice gushed out. His cock was still<br />stiff. Giving his mother a grateful look, he started to move away.<br /><br />But Claire motioned them to advance.<br /><br />Bonny and Jimmy exchanged a glance of wonderment. Still on their knees, they crawled up to the foot of the bed. Claire signaled for them to wait there for a moment, and turned back to her husband.<br /><br />"I want to suck you too, darling," she whispered.<br /><br />A muffled grunt of enthusiasm bubbled in her crotch.<br /><br />Claire began to slowly revolve. Without, for a moment removing her soaking cunt from Charles' upturned face, she threw one knee across and turned through a half-circle. She clamped her thighs tightly around his ears again and her firm, shapely ass rested on his forehead. Charles was deaf and blind in her groin, aware of nothing else as he gobbled merrily away.<br /><br />Claire bent over his cock in the sixty-nining position. Looking at Bonny and Jimmy, through lowered lashes, she pushed her tongue out and licked the head of her husband's towering prick. Her tongue laved all over his flaring slab and fluttered up and down on his thick,<br />veined prickshaft.<br /><br />Bonny and Jimmy stared in awe. They had watched her suck him off before, but now they were seeing if from only inches away and she was doing it in full knowledge of their observation!<br />"Your daddy's prick is delicious," Claire whispered to Bonny. "Would you like a taste?"<br />Bonny gulped and blushed, then nodded.<br /><br />Claire folded her fist around the hilt of her husband's prick and pushed his cockknob out towards Bonny's face. Bonny hesitated for an instant, hardly able to believe that this was happening, wondering if Jimmy had fucked her into oblivion and she was dreaming.<br /><br />Her tongue came out and she took a tentative lick.<br /><br />She gave her mother a wary look, but Claire was still smiling encouragingly and with approval.<br /><br />Bonny began to lap greedily at her daddy's huge prick. Having been drenched in Claire's cunthole, it was so fucking delicious that it made the girl's eyes water. Claire leaned in and began to lick his knob, too, tongue to tongue with her daughter.<br /><br />Charles moaned in Claire's crotch. Claire had always been a wonderful cocksucker, but today she was excelling herself. It almost seemed as if she had two tongues?<br />Bonny, filled with cock-hunger and encouraged by her lascivious mother, parted her lips into an oval and fed her daddy's cockhead into her hot mouth. Her cheeks indented as she sucked voraciously on his meaty slab. Claire dipped down and began to run her nimble tongue up and down his slimy fuck stalk, tracing along the pulsing vein and licking her daughter's lips as she lapped to the top.<br /><br />She slid down again and tongued his bloated balls, then licked up his cock again. Bonny pulled her lips to one side and they both began to suck on his cockhead, kissing each other with that thundering slab of purple meat shared between their lips.<br /><br />Charles could hardly believe how wonderful this blowjob was! How had his wife developed this magical new technique? How was she managing to tongue his cockshaft and balls and suck on his cockhead at the same time? He would have liked to see how she was doing it, but his head was firmly buried in her steaming<br />pussy and he could only speculate and enjoy it. A glob of jism oozed from his pisshole and slid down his knob. Bonny gathered it up with her tongue and whimpered.<br /><br />"Can I wallow his load?" she mouthed.<br /><br />"Oh, yes-you can drink his cum, honey," Claire whispered. "We'll suck him off together and he can come in your mouth-"<br />Jimmy was standing in total amazement. As he watched his sexy mother and nubile sister share his father's prick, his own prick was bucking and jolting violently. Their pink tongues were slurping on his father's bulging knob and their lips mouthed him between them. Jimmy leaned closer, his eyes crossing.<br /><br />Claire grinned at her son. Reaching out, she took his thundering cock in her hand, squeezing gently and promisingly. She didn't begin to frig him, however, but simply held him. She wasn't about to waste his load on a handjob.<br /><br />Slippery streams of spunk flowed down Charles' thick cockshaft as his pisshole wept heavily. Bonny and Claire lapped it up greedily. They kissed again, letting his slime slide back and forth between their mouths, each swallowing a share of the delicious stuff. His knob<br />flared and pounded as their combined efforts brought him towards the crest. Knowing that he was going to blow his wad soon, Bonny sucked half of his prick into her mouth and began to pull her lips up and down his cockstalk as she nursed on his swollen cockhead hungrily.<br /><br />"Ummmm," she whimpered as more precum seeped onto her tastebuds and trickled down her gullet.<br /><br />Claire was lapping all around his balls and up the bottom half of his fuck stalk. Charles wondered again how she could be doing both things at once. She seemed to have a forked tongue.<br /><br />Bonny was slobbering on his cockhead and Claire lapped up her saliva as it streamed down his cockshaft, streaked with gooey gobs of preliminary fuckjuice.<br /><br />Then she drew Jimmy closer.<br /><br />His cock was hammering so violently in her hand that she was afraid he might shoot before she got a chance to take it in her mouth. She drew his prick close and switched her blonde head across, abandoning her husband's balls for her son's cockhead.<br /><br />Claire slurped Jimmy's cock into her greedy<br />mouth and began to suck voraciously on it. Having just come out of Bonny's drenched fuckhole, his prickmeat was tangy and creamy and succulent, and Claire was enjoying the taste of her daughter's cuntjuice as much as her son's cockmeat-and looking forward to sucking a load of that girl cum out of Bonny's pussy, as soon as she got the chance.<br /><br />Jimmy, on his knees, began to hump, fucking in and out of his mother's sweet lips. The cock-hungry woman gulped as his prickhead jammed her gullet. She opened her throat and took it all in, deep-throating him, gorging herself on his succulent fuckmeat and eagerly awaiting his jism.<br /><br />Jimmy groaned and fucked ball-deep into his mother's throat. His cock pulled from her lips, slathered with her saliva, then slid back in and down her gullet. She gagged, but took it all, loving every precious inch of his potent, teenage cockmeat.<br /><br />Puffing up to his cockhead, she whispered, "Come for me, darling-I'm hungry for your<br /><br />Jimmy fucked into her head faster, his prick swelling and throbbing as he pumped toward<br />the peak. Claire was nursing on her son's cock with far more relish than he had ever nursed on her nipples.<br /><br />Bonny was showing equal enthusiasm as she sucked her daddy's delicious prick. Charles' precum was bubbling into her mouth in a steady flow now, and his ass was heaving up from the bed. Claire and Bonny glanced at each other, smiling around mouthfuls of cockmeat, wondering which of them was going to get the first drink.<br /><br />As it turned out, they drank together.<br /><br />Charles howled into Claire's cunt as his balls erupted. His thick cream gushed into his daughter's mouth. Bonny wailed and gulped it down ravenously, but there was so much of the stuff that it overflowed her lips and ran down her chin.<br /><br />Jimmy groaned and humped, one open hand behind his mother's head, holding her steady as he fucked into her face.<br /><br />Suddenly her mouth was full of gum.<br /><br />"Umpfffff," she gulped, swallowing load after load of the succulent juice and sucking more out all the time.<br /><br />Her son's jism was so tasty that it was driv-<br />ing her wild. Claire held her head steady and level, letting Jimmy fuck her mouth just as if it was a cunthole, and Bonny's head was bobbing up and down as she sucked her daddy off in the classic blowjob motion, milking his balls to the dregs.<br /><br />Emptied, Charles sank back onto the bed and began to concentrate on sucking Claire off. Bonny continued to mouth him for a moment, milking out a few last tasty drops from his prick knob.<br /><br />Jimmy shot his last spurt into his mother's mouth and sank back on his heels, his cock pulling from her lips. Her tongue shot out and gave his cockhead a parting slurp.<br /><br />Then, with both their bellies delightfully full of jism, Claire and Bonny kissed each other passionately, swapping slimy tongues and cum flavored saliva back and forth.<br /><br />Jerking and grinding on her husband's face, Claire looked down and saw that he still had a huge hard-on. Bonny, too, gazed down at the tower of iron-hard cockmeat.<br /><br />"Why don't you sit on his prick, honey?" Claire suggested.<br /><br />And Bonny thought that a delightful idea...<br /><br />CHAPTER TWELVE<br />The nubile teenager crawled up onto the bed, kneeling astride her father's loins. Claire took Charles' prick in her hand and guided it up into her daughter's pussy. But then she pulled it away again.<br /><br />"Let me wet you, first," she whispered.<br /><br />Bonny's cunt was already soaking wet and wide open, but that was hardly the point. She grinned and thrust her belly out, tilting her crotch upwards. Claire pressed her face between<br />her daughter's thighs and shot her tongue up her cunthole.<br /><br />"Ooooooh!" Bonny squealed. Her own mother was lapping her cunt! What a wild thrill it gave her. She wished that she could suck her mother, too, and knew damned well that she would get a chance soon. But at the moment Claire's pussy was occupied, and she didn't dare to join her daddy in that tasty snack.<br /><br />Claire's tongue fucked Bonny's fuckhole and sucked on the trembling bud of her clit. Bonny's cunt was full of Jimmy's jism and the combined taste of cum and cuntjuice drove Claire suck crazy. Like Bonny, she was eagerly awaiting the time when, without Charles to hinder them, she and her daughter could suck each other off as long as they liked-and then Jimmy could fuck both of them to a frazzle.<br /><br />Bonny's belly heaved as she ground her pussy around in her mother's eager face, spilling cream into her mouth. Claire's tongue was awash, floating in cum cream. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, a glutton gorging on a feast.<br /><br />After a few minutes of delicious cunt lapping, Claire drew back and raised her head. She and<br /><br />Bonny kissed again. Claire pushed her tongue into the girl's mouth, letting her taste her own juices. Thea she moved her hand behind Bonny's trim ass and gently drew her crotch down over Charles' rampant prick.<br /><br />Holding his cock by the hilt, she used her fingers to spread Bonny's cuntlips open and fitted the tip of his prick into her oval pussy slot. Pussy nectar gushed down his cock. Bonny's thighs trembled as she hovered there, poised over her daddy's prick like a flagpole sitter. Claire turned her hand, brushing his cockhead through Bonny's slot. The girl's cuntlips spread over his fat slab like an. elastic band.<br /><br />"Take his cock, honey," Claire urged.<br /><br />Bonny began to slowly settle onto his massive fuck tool, taking it inch by inch up into her pussy-hole.<br /><br />"Ahhhhh," she sighed, filled with cock, and thrilled at having her daddy's prickmeat inside her cunthole.<br /><br />Her thighs trembled and she sank down to the root of his prick, her cuntlips spreading put around the hilt and all of his huge fuckrod buried in her seething loins. His cock was in her even deeper than her brother's had been, she<br />thought. It was so long and thick that she felt as if it was coring her like an apple. <br />Holy shit, thought Charles. What the fuck is she doing to me now? Claire had deep-throated him many times before, but it had never felt like this. Her mouth felt exactly like a cunt, he thought, in wonderment. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.<br /><br />Thinking that he was fucking his wife in the face, Charles began to fuck his daughter's cunt.<br /><br />Bonny rode up his prick, thighs tensing, until only his cockhead was in her pussy. She fluttered her cuntlips on his fat cock slab and rubbed her clit against it, then slid back down and took every inch of his prick back into her fuckhole.<br /><br />Claire gazed on, fascinated, watching her husband's cock vanish into her daughter's tight pussy, then come pulling out all slippery with creamy cuntjuice, dragging her pliable pink cuntlips outward on his soaking prickshaft. It was far too delicious a sight to resist, and Claire leaned in and began to embellish the fuck with her tongue.<br /><br />Holy fucking shit! thought Charles, as a tongue was added to the action. But since he<br />believed he was getting a blowjob instead of a fuck, he wasn't unduly surprised, and he humped merrily away in his blessed innocence, blissfully unaware of why it felt so wonderful.<br /><br />Claire licked and sucked on her husband's bloated balls as Bonny rode up and down on his fuckrod. How in hell can she be sucking my cock and my balls at the same time? he wondered. Why does her spit feel so much hotter and thicker than usual? Yet although he was mystified, Charles was not at all suspicious. In his own bed with his own wife, he never dreamed they might have company.<br /><br />As Bonny pulled her clinging pussy up to the head of his towering cockshaft, her cuntjuice foamed down his fat fuckrod. Claire whimpered and ran her flattened tongue up the veined underside, slurping her daughter's cunt cream from her husband's prickmeat.<br /><br />As she lapped up, moaning, more pussy juice gushed out. Claire licked up to the coupling, tonguing the slimy sweetness of Bonny's cuntlips as they stretched around Charles' cockhead, then fluttering her nimble lapper against the girl's clit.<br /><br />Bonny jerked as if electrocuted as with her<br />fuckhole full of cockmeat, she felt Claire's tongue on her clit.<br /><br />She pushed down, taking all of her daddy's prick into her fuck box again. Claire slurped on his prick stalk as it slid in, then lapped hungrily at her daughter's clit again. What a feast this was for a hungry horny woman like Claire! All the elements of the bizarre situation thrilled her to the core. There was exhibitionism involved, and voyeurism, combined with lesbianism and incest. Any one of them would have delighted her, but together they were providing the best sex she had ever known. She ground her cunt on Charles' face and slurped greedily away at cock and cunt, burying her lovely, radiant face in Bonny's crotch.<br /><br />Jimmy, neglected, was going crazy.<br /><br />He was ducking around, leaning in to gaze upon the scene from one side, then the other. His face was flushed and his prick was so huge and hard that it was getting in the way as he moved around, hovering over the coupling threesome. His flaring prick knob was angled and throbbing.<br /><br />He knelt down and placed his chin in the foot of the bed, getting as close as he could to the<br />action. Jimmy didn't know which he found more exciting, watching his sister getting fucked by their father's big cock, or seeing his sexy mother tonguing them both.<br /><br />He jerked his prick out toward his sister's crotch and his mother's head suggestively and hopefully. He thought that he might at least have the pleasure of his mother's caressing hand, since her sweet mouth was already occupied. His cock knob, angry red and smoking hot, flared only inches from the woman's cheek.<br /><br />But Claire was concentrating completely on giving head, and she failed to notice her son's tormented hard-on as he shoved it at her. Her hands were on Bonny's hips, hauling the slim girl up and down, as if using her cunt to jerk Charles off. With her pussy on Charles' face, there was no portion of her body available for Jimmy.<br /><br />Bonny was ignoring her brother, as well. Looking down through misty eyes, she saw his prick looming out toward her belly, but she had already had that cock in her mouth and up her shit hole and in her cunt, and at the moment she was far more interested in her daddy's cock<br />and her mother's slurping tongue. Bonny knew that she would be emptying those brotherly balls and getting plenty of sibling slime again and soon, but right now, she was giving all her attention to the double action in her groin.<br /><br />She reached down and held Claire's head between her hands, her fingers twisting in the golden blonde tresses, as she jerked her belly out. Claire's forehead was pressed to Bonny's cunt mound as she mouthed the girl's pussy and the cock that filled it.<br /><br />"Yeah-lap my cunt, Mom," she moaned. The words were descriptive of what was happening, rather than instructive, since Claire was already lapping away with total enthusiasm on Bonny's steaming, well-stuffed slot. But the naughty nymphet wanted to say them, to add her erotic words to the action.<br /><br />Jimmy groaned in agony as his abandoned cock pounded. He folded his fist around it, thinking that he would have to jerk himself off and watch his spunk squirt onto his mother's face. But he didn't begin to stroke his cock yet, still hoping to bury it somewhere and to empty his balls into hot, wet flesh.<br /><br />Claire gasped into Bonny's crotch. Her ass<br />was dancing wildly as she rode her husband's face and they all knew that the woman was having another orgasm. Jimmy and Bonny both looked up and saw her hairy cunt cream on Charles' mouth.<br /><br />Charles gurgled with delight as his wife filled his mouth with her sweet cum-cream. He swallowed it hungrily. Lines of cuntjuice ran down the sides of his chin as his lips overflowed.<br /><br />Charles sucked her cunthole dry, then stopped mouthing her, thinking she was finished and would change positions now, shifting around to continue sucking him off or to fuck him. But Claire kept her pussy firmly clamped on his face and her thighs tight to his ears. Charles slid his tongue up into her fuckhole and she wriggled.<br /><br />She drew her face out of Bonny's crotch and loosened her thighs over her husband's ears long enough to wail, "More, darling-suck my cunt off again-don't stop!"<br />Her legs clamped tight again and Charles cheerfully began to tongue and suck, starting her on the road to another creamy orgasm without haying her pussy off his mouth for an instant. It was no hardship to suck that delicious cunt for as long as she wanted-especially when<br />she was blowing him at the same time.<br /><br />Claire was always horny, perhaps a borderline nymphomaniac, but he had never known her as passionate as she was today.<br /><br />Claire pushed her face back into Bonny's groin and began to lick away with redoubled gusto. Bonny's thighs tensed, lifting her cunthole up to the head of her daddy's towering prick, the motion assisted by Claire's hands on her hips.<br /><br />Bonny began to shake violently. Her blonde head tossed from side to side and her blue eyes glazed.<br /><br />"Oh, shit-I'm coming-coming-" she moaned.<br /><br />"Oooooh!" Claire squealed, hungry for her daughter's cum flow. She opened her mouth wide.<br /><br />Bonny rode up again and creamed on the top of the stroke, with her father's cockhead in her slot and his throbbing stalk standing out between them.. Her cream poured down his cockshaft and Claire slurped it up with her tongue ravenously.<br /><br />Bonny pushed down to the roots of his cock again, and Claire went suck-crazy on the girl's<br />pussy, slurping the cum juices out of her and gulping the sweet nectar down voraciously.<br /><br />Bonny shuddered through her lovely coming. Drained, she settled down on Charles' cock, holding steady. Charles hadn't shot his wad yet and he continued to hump, shoving his daughter up and down on his loins as he heaved up from the bed.<br /><br />"Keep sucking!" he cried, the words coming muffled and distorted from out of his wife's groin. He thought that his cock was buried in Claire's mouth but that she had stopped working on it. Bonny grinned impishly, delighted by the deception. She worked her cunt muscles and they rippled up his prick from hilt to crown, the tight rings closing. Charles moaned at the sensation. It was amazing what his horny wife could manage to do with her sweet mouth, he thought.<br /><br />And although she wasn't doing what Charles thought, Claire was certainly doing plenty of oral work. Now she was gently licking her daughter's clit, coaxing it into a new frenzy. Her fuck bud had shrunk and softened after Bonny creamed but now it was starting to swell and stiffen again as the girl started to build up<br />towards yet another crest, without ever having removed her cunt from her daddy's prick.<br /><br />She began to ride his cock again, sliding her wet cunthole up and down steadily, meeting his thrusts as he heaved up and taking his cockhead into the very core of her pussy.<br /><br />Charles' pisshole was weeping now. As Bonny's cuntjuice flowed down his prick, Claire lapped the succulent sauce up hungrily, not knowing which she loved more, cum or cuntjuice. Slurped up together on the same tongue stroke, the slimy feast was scrumptious beyond belief.<br /><br />Claire and Bonny were very glad that Claire had already emptied Charles' balls twice, in her mouth and her cunt, because he was lasting a lot longer this third time, and they wanted him to last as long as he possibly could. Bonny wanted to fuck herself for hours on her daddy's lovely prick-especially when her nimble tongued mother was embellishing the coupling by licking around the edges.<br /><br />But Jimmy was not so pleased by his father's stamina. The horny teen was seething with frustration, desperate with need. When his sister had creamed, he'd been hopeful of getting a<br />crack at one of them, but now the fuck was continuing without interruption and his poor prick was still left unattended. He wailed in dismay and despair. Again, he thought about beating his own meat and shooting on his mother's face, but he hated the idea of wasting his load. He could always jerk off in solitude-it seemed a shame to settle for his own hand.<br /><br />He watched Bonny's slick pussy pull up and push down. The thick vein in Charles' cockshaft was pounding hard, but his well-drained balls showed no signs of coming again yet. Jimmy gave his prick a pump and it jumped violently.<br /><br />He resigned himself to the torment of, his frustration, and consoled himself with the knowledge that from now on he would be getting all the pussy and mouth that he wanted, from both his sister and mother.<br /><br />Claire's wet pink tongue fluttered softly against her daughter's rosy clit then slid up into her cunthole, tongue fucking her soaking slot alongside her husband's cock. Her moist red lips clamped over Bonny's pussy folds, kissing and sucking lovingly. She slid down to lap at Charles' balls for a bit, then worked back up his slimy prick, playing it like a flute and<br />clamping over Bonny's again as she came to the top. Claire was delirious with the joy of double-sucking, and her own insatiable fuckhole was starting to steam again as she ground it around on her husband's willing face.<br /><br />Her mouth filled with cuntjuice and preliminary cock seepage and she gulped the savory stuff down and used her curled tongue like a spoon, to slurp more out. She was paying more attention to her daughter's cunt than her husband's cock now. After all, she had sucked Charles' tasty prick countless times, and this was the first time that she had feasted on Bonny's delicious cunt. As Bonny's pussy pulled up on Charles' rampant fucker, Claire's blonde head rose up with her, sucking and tonguing steadily at each elevation, her lips clamped on the girl's pussy like a limpet clinging to a mossy rock.<br /><br />"Give me more to drink-" Claire wailed, speaking right up Bonny's cunthole and addressing Charles' swollen balls at the same time. She was yearning for the magic moment when Charles unloaded his cum into Bonny's cunthole, so that she could suck the combined cum cream out of<br />the girl.<br /><br />"Have a drink out of this, Mom," Jimmy pleaded, shoving his cock out toward her face.<br /><br />But Claire ignored him, busy on Bonny's pussy, hardly aware of the frustrated boy's presence. Jimmy rose to his feet again, on shaky legs, his prick jerking upright. In desperation, he offered it to his sister's mouth hopefully, longingly. But Bonny, too, was concentrating totally on the double-action in her crotch. She loved sucking her brother's sweet prick of course, and would do so almost any time he wanted her to, but at the moment she didn't want any distractions.<br /><br />"Later, Jimmy," she promised.<br /><br />Jimmy groaned. Later might be too late, he thought. His balls were threatening to explode of their own accord, and the tip of his cockhead was all foamy with seepage, the milky-white fluid glistening against his dark purple slab as it oozed from the cleft.<br /><br />Bonny, rising towards another peak, was jerking her ass wildly as she rode her daddy's cock. Jimmy was standing close as he pleadingly held his prick to her face and her smooth hip was brushing against him. He saw her ass churn<br />and suddenly grinned fiendishly.<br /><br />What an asshole I am! he thought, as he realized that there had been a fuckhole available to him all the time.<br /><br />Thighs trembling and prick pounding violently, like some berserk jackhammer, Jimmy stepped around behind his sister at the foot of the bed. He looked down for a moment, watching his daddy's cock vanish and emerge in her cunt, then shifted his gaze up to her ass. As Bonny pushed down, gorging her fuckhole on cockmeat, the firm cheeks of her cute ass spread open and her shit hole was fully revealed. The dark passage had already been well-lubricated by a load of brotherly ball-juice and its puckered slot was open.<br /><br />Jimmy leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. "Can I shove it up your asshole, Sis?" he asked.<br /><br />"Oooooh!" she wailed, thrilled by the idea. A mouthful of cock, delicious though it might be, would have been a distraction, but the thought of having both her cunt and her asshole stuffed at the same time was a real turn-on. She switched her sweet ass tantalizingly, flaunting her charms.<br /><br />"Yeah-fuck my ass!" she moaned.<br /><br />Jimmy took his prick by the hilt and guided his swollen fuckknob into his sister's shitter, rubbing it around at the entrance. Since he had already blazed a trail up into the mysterious regions of her bowels, he knew it would go in more easily this time. He began to slowly wedge his fat knob through her tight assbud.<br /><br />"Oooooh, Mom-Jimmy is gonna fuck my asshole!" Bonny wailed.<br /><br />Claire whimpered with joy at that erotic knowledge, and her tongue went crazy on Bonny's throbbing clit.<br /><br />Inch by inch, Jimmy worked his thick cock up into his sister's hot shit chute. He shifted his grip to her hips, grasping her, just above his mother's hands, and hauled her back to meet his thrusts. With a lurch, he buried himself to the roots in her guts.<br /><br />Bonny gasped and settled down so that all of her daddy's cock was up her fuckhole and all of Jimmy's prick was in her ass. She was stuffed so full she thought that her hipbones might jump right out of their sockets. Jimmy's cumbags hung down into her crotch, pressed against their father's swollen balls.<br /><br />Tossing her head back, she cried, "Fuck me, Jimmy! Shove your prick in and out of my ass-"<br />Jimmy began to pump it to her steadily, drawing back until the ledge of his cockhead appeared in her shithole, pausing for an instant, then shoveling all of his prickmeat into her bowels again. Bonny started to ride her daddy's cock again, in rhythm with Jimmy, so that one cock was going in as the other drew out.<br /><br />"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, wild with the joy of it.<br /><br />Jimmy's balls swung in and whacked against Charles', both swollen sacs sloshing with cum. He fed his cock to his sister's guts with plunging thrusts that tilted her pelvis up and down. As his cock filled her asshole, he was shoving her up to the head of her father's cock, and as he pulled out she settled back to the roots of his towering prick. Bonny didn't have to move at all, she was being driven up and down on the double thrusts of that carnal two-stroke engine.<br /><br />Claire pushed her head in and tongued her husband's and her son's balls, as they jammed together, then drew back and mouthed her daughter's pussy once more. She cried out for<br />someone-anyone-to come. She was ready to come again herself.<br /><br />Then, dynamically, they all creamed together!<br />Claire's pussy melted into Charles' mouth and Bonny's cunthole creamed on Charles' cock and Claire's tongue. Charles gasped into Claire's crotch and his fuckjuice fountained up into his daughter's cunt, and at the same instant, Jimmy emptied his jism into the girl's shit chute. He jammed in again and again, squirting slime into her bowels. The fat plunger of his prick pumped it back out of her slot, and his cum flowed down into her crotch, mixing with her cuntjuice and with their daddy's jism, and providing their mother with a triple taste treat.<br /><br />Claire gulped down pussy cream and two varieties of fuckjuice greedily. Her own cunt was overflowing, as if the cum she was swallowing was rushing right through her body and pouring out into her husband's mouth. They pumped away frantically, the whole complex structure shaking with the shared spasms of bliss.<br /><br />At long last, the carnal fucking machine ground to a halt, every drop spent, every spasm drained away.<br /><br />They clung together for a few moments, sup-<br />porting each other, panting like dogs. Then Charles squirmed.<br /><br />"Hey-I gotta come up for air," he said.<br /><br />It was time to escape, the teens knew. Jimmy pulled his soiled cock out of his sister's asshole and Bonny rode up and dragged her soaking cunthole off her daddy's softening prick. Claire leaned out and gave Bonny's flooded pussy a last loving slurp, then motioned Jimmy closer and sucked his drenched prick clean. Drawing back, she smiled at them-a smile of promise for the exciting future they would share. Then Bonny and Jimmy fled out the doorway, heading for her bedroom where they intended to have a bit more sibling affection.<br /><br />As soon as the teens were out of sight, Claire rolled away and released her husband's head. His face was slathered with cunt cream from brow to chin. He grinned and leaned over to kiss her, grateful for the wonderful blowjob he thought she'd given him.<br /><br />He wondered, vaguely, why her lips tasted more of cuntjuice than of his cum?<br />Then he noticed the door.<br /><br />"Christ, honey," he said. "You left the fucking door open! What if the kids had seen us?"<br /><br />"How careless of me," said Claire.<br /><br />He wondered why she was smiling so mysteriously.<br /><br />THE END<br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-46097208183139218682009-07-03T21:00:00.001-05:002009-07-03T21:08:29.693-05:00Mom On The Make by Robert VickersFOREWORD<br /><br />The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives, can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances.<br /><br />There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform extremely difficult plays, takes drug to improve his performance.<br /><br />Joanne King is one of these people, for her problem-an alcoholic husband whose bitterness and anger finally send him on a rampage of violence and rape-leads her to accept comfort and sexual solace in a way most in our society would consider taboo.<br /><br />MOM ON THE MAKE-the story of a woman faced with staggering problems, emotional, financial and physical-and the path she takes to solve them. A novel with a message to today's society.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Mom On The Make<br />by Robert Vickers<br /><br />CHAPTER ONE<br /><br />"Goddammit, you fuckin' slut, what d'ya mean sayin' somethin' like that to your husband?" Lee slurred.<br /><br />Joanne King could barely tolerate the hundred horsepower breath gusting into her face. Her husband had really gone on a binge this time. He was drunker than she could ever remember seeing him. She didn't much like it-and had told him so.<br /><br />"Please, Lee, don't cause a scene. .<br /><br />"Scene?! You stinking cunt! I'll do any damn thing I damn well please and you're not gonna say a fuckin' word about it!"<br />Before Joanne could open her lips to speak, Lee backhanded her as hard as he could. The slim, petite woman was almost lifted from her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, she felt her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red blood<br />dribbling down her chin.<br /><br />"Why did you do that, Lee? Why?" she asked. "Teach you not to give me no more lip,' that's why!"<br />Joanne's knees had turned to rubber. She felt her guts chum and go weak and watery. This was it. She had had it with Lee and his weekly drunks when she had married him almost twenty years ago, he had been a nice, easygoing sort of guy. But the pressures of getting a job, then hanging onto it, had preyed on him. He wasn't the smartest or most talented man in the world, but Joanne had loved him.<br /><br />The pressures had simply been too much, and he had turned to booze for his comfort.<br /><br />Joanne had tried to do what she could do to cure him of his dependence on liquor, but it seemed that the more she meddled, the worse Lee got. Finally, Joanne had resigned herself to the fact that Lee probably was better off going on his binges.<br /><br />The past month had been pure hell for her, though. Lee had gotten totally blasted out of his head every night and had grown more and more callous toward her. Joanne couldn't understand it. All that mattered was the change.<br /><br />Lee was treating her like a slave instead of his wife and mother of their two children. Joanne knew that Lee had already driven their son, Eddie, away for good. The constant fights, the loud shouting matches that solved nothing, had been too, much for Eddie. He was in the, process of moving out of the King house and finding a place of his own. But that would have happened anyway, Joanne told herself. Eddie was a big boy. Eighteen in less than ~a month and time for him to be out on his own.<br /><br />"Yer makin' me sick, showing off your drooping boobs like that. Ya ain't got any shame left, do you? Yer nothin' but a cheap whore now screwin' every stud in this goddamn neighborhood!"<br />Joanne looked at her husband in surprise. She was as faithful as a wife could be. Sure, she had looked around at some of the men in the neighborhood, but she was a good wife. Faithful to her marriage vows.<br /><br />"What the hell are you talking about, Lee? I don't understand what you mean."<br />"Don't lie to me, you fuckin' bitch!" Lee snarled. "I know you been going around the place selling your body to any man who can get five bucks together." His blurry eyes drank in the vision of his wife's beauty. It was incredible that a thirty-five-year-old woman could be so youthful in body and face.<br /><br />Her figure was something most models would have sneered at-Joanne King was too full-bodied. She wasn't the scrawny, emaciated-looking model. That 37-24-36 would never have made the covers of any of the high-fashion magazines.<br /><br />It did turn the heads of most of the men she passed on the street. They appreciated the trim lines, the taut, firm fits that jutted proudly in front of her body, swaying the barest amount as she walked. Her trim waist flared out seductively to woman1y~ hips and a round, tight ass that wiggled and swung as she strolled along.<br /><br />Joanne didn't consciously wiggle her ass for any passing male to ogle. It was just a part of her that she couldn't control. Could she really control the symmetric beauty of her face, the finely boned<br />structure or the lustrous blonde hair? That was as much out of Joanne's power to alter as the rolling, seductive motion of her butt, that could give the coldest of men a raging hard-on.<br /><br />The woman stared down at her creamy white body. She was dressed in a nightgown, filmy and bluely transparent. It did nothing to hide the ruddy nipples cresting her boobs or the darker triangle of the muff nestled between her thighs.<br /><br />Joanne was a sexy woman. She wasn't responsible for what nature had done to her-and this was the . first time Lee had ever seemed to complain about it. His name-calling and derogatory statements further confused her. Joanne tried to pull the flimsy nightgown closer around her voluptuous, youthful-appearing 'body in an unconscious move.<br /><br />"Damn you!" Lee cried, crossing the room to where his wife cowered by the kitchen wall. "You sell your body to any two-bit stud and now yer tryin' to keep me from fucking you! WHORE!"<br />Lee brutally grabbed Joanne's antis and shook her. Joanne's brushed hair became disarrayed and fluttered around her face like a cobweb of platinum strands. When Lee heard Joanne's teeth click together from the Powerful shaking, he stopped.<br /><br />"You'll put out for the likes of Fontaine but ya won't fer me, huh?" Lee's eyes had become bright, glowing with an insane lust and hatred that frightened Joanne,<br />"Fontaine? That dirty creep? I hate that man, and you damn well know it!'~ Joanne protested.<br /><br />"LIAR!" Lee backhanded his wife one more time. Before she could wipe away the fresh rivulet<br />of blood, Ice seized her hands. His powerful fist clamped tightly around both of his wife's slender, almost fragile wrists. Joanne was incapable of freeing herself from his grip.<br /><br />"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Lee declared, a knife-edge of evil intent cutting through the fear rampaging in Joanne's brain.<br /><br />She gasped as Lee lifted her and dumped her over the back of one of the kitchen chain. It was a straight-backed wooden chair. The splintery crosspiece mercilessly gouged into Joanne's tender, smooth-skinned belly. The woman tried to straighten up and escape the degrading posture of having her ass protruding into the air, but Lee's mighty muscles began to force her more and more into the back of the chair.<br /><br />Joanne's breath gusted from her lungs.<br /><br />Momentarily out of breath, she was totally at the mercy of her berserk, enraged and lustful husband. He had never done something like this before; the terrified woman didn't know what to expect from him. Lee might be content with only beating her.<br /><br />But Joanne King felt deep down in her gut that Lee wouldn't be content with just a felt bruises. He had something else in mind. And it wouldn't be pleasant for the woman. Not at all.<br /><br />Joanne weakly struggled to regain the wind that had been knocked out of her. She found that Lee had tied her legs to the wooden legs of the chair with twine he had found in the nearby drawer. The coarse brown string was rough and cruelly cut into her tender anides. The agony of the bindings<br />flooded up her legs. - - .1<br /><br />Her slender calves seemed to fill with red-hot pain. Creeping upward with the inevitable power of the ocean's tide, the pain seated into her thighs, those marvelous, white and tender thighs that had so delighted Lee-and her-previously.<br /><br />Lee wasn't finished with his job of tying her up, however. He was only beginning.<br /><br />"So, slut, you're beginning to see what I can really do to you, huh? Just wait!"<br />With those ominous words, Lee savagely pulled the loops of twine tight around Joanne's wrists. With her hands bound behind her back, she lost the advantage of leverage. Joanne was doubled over the back of the chair now, her legs tightly tied down, her hands bound behind her back.<br /><br />When she tried to twist and fall over onto the floor, Lee landed a stunning blow to the side of her head. "Don't get me mad, whore, or you'll really regret it!" Lee grabbed a handful of his wife's long, blonde hair and yanked her head back to stare into her grey eyes. He gawked wildly when he saw the pure, undiluted fear that flooded out.<br /><br />Joanne swallowed and croaked out, "Stop this, Lee. PLEASE! You're my husband! I love you!" The rest of her words were lost in a choking that seized her. She wasn't able to speak with her head bent at this unnatural-angle.<br /><br />Lee laughed harshly. "Love me? A slut like you don't know the meaning of the word;" He went to the liquor cabinet; opened 'it and pulled out a fifth of gin, then twisted the cap off and took a deep pull from the bottle.<br /><br />He wiped his lips with his forearm and smacked his lips -in appreciation. "Now, that's just what I ~tf6~d. YhVt aft td'fBtkliiMPt bft?PIUJ fl~Z<br /><br />I)<br /><br />Joanne's body quivered with horror. She was in the most vulnerable position a woman could be forced into. Her legs were tied so that they were spread wide apart. Her hands were securely, lightly, brutally bound behind her back. The savage pain that lanced into her arms and shoulders constantly reminded her of the nightmarish quality of this entire scene. And bent double over the chair so that her pert, rounded white ass was thrust up in the air just invited all sorts of evil things.<br /><br />And Joanne was sure that the drunken, booze-sotted brain of her husband would think up all sorts of cruel, perverted things to do to her while she was helpless.<br /><br />The woman tried to raise her head again. Lee grabbed the long strands of honey gold again and jerked. Joanne squealed in pain.<br /><br />"Don't like that, huh? See how ya like this!" Lee took his handful of hair and began fastening it to the front nags of the kitchen chair.<br /><br />His wife's head was locked into position by her very own hair! Lee had used the tightest, hardest knots he could to tie Joanne's luxurious locks to the chair. Her head was immobile.<br /><br />She had been able to move slightly before. Now, she couldn't move her head at all. The woman was absolutely at the drunken man's mercy. -<br />And Lee King didn't have any mercy tonight. Not for Joanne.<br /><br />"That gown yer wearin' is disgusting. I'm going to rip it off your ugly body!"<br />Lee grabbed a handful of the nylon fabric and yanked. He pulled so hard that the chair with Joanne attached was lifted from the linoleum floor. The floor. The torn fabric however only tore<br />slightly. It hadn't ripped off the quivering woman'stender body like Lee had anticipated.<br /><br />"Goddamn!" Lee snarled.<br /><br />Joanne began to moan piteously, a low animal sound creeping from her bruised lips. The thin stream of blood that had been flowing down her chin had dried. But the puffiness in her lips began to prevent more than simple groans from being articulated.<br /><br />'Tucking nylon skit! I'll get that friggin' stuff off'<br />Joanne felt the wet gush of gin over her ass and smooth back. The liquor flowed into her hair and began to seep into her eyes, no matter how tightly she clamped her eyelids shut. She didn't know what Lee was up to, but she knew it wasn't going to be very nice.<br /><br />When she heard the scratch and tiny whoosh! of a kitchen match being lit, she knew what her husband planned on doing. Joanne tried to scream, butte roar of the igniting alcohol came first.<br /><br />Lee had set fire to the potent liquor. The alcohol burned with a bright flame until the nylon of her nightgown started to melt, then catch fire and burn on its own. The inexorable tide of flame followed her spine as it devoured the peignoir with an avid, hungry tongue licking, at her sensitive body.<br /><br />The heat scorched her flesh. The fire began to char her soft ass, turning it a bright, fiery red before all the alcohol and material had been consumed.<br /><br />But the track of gin that had seeped into her hair was beginning to burn with ferocity. <br /><br />Her eyebrows singed and intolerable pain lanced into her head where the booze burned under her eyes.<br /><br />Joanne coughed, then groaned in agony. She made the silent vow that she'd get even with Lee if it was the last thing she ever did. And, she thought suddenly, it might be the last thing she'd even think of! The drunk bastard was going to kill her!<br />The woman screamed, loud, long and in anguish.<br /><br />Lee laughed even more harshly than before. "So, my little cunt doesn't like getting burned, eh? The flamin' nylon's about all gone from your ugly body. I think I'm going to fuck you now like you never been fucked before!"<br />Joanne shuddered. She had been humiliated. Now what did this drunken madman have in mind? She wouldn't have minded his cock inside her. The woman loved the feel of Lee's long, huge tool surging up into her cunt.<br /><br />But she knew that he wouldn't use his prick on her. That was too easy, and this entire drunken scene had been nothing but pure hell for her solar. Lee was sure to come up with something obscene and painful-and degrading<br />Joanne King was right.<br /><br />Lee had opened the refrigerator door and had been rummaging around-and it wasn't for something to fix into a midnight snack. Joanne heard the footsteps approaching her from behind. Tied as she was, she couldn't see what Lee was going to do.<br /><br />Joanne screamed in pain as Lee slammed, a thick, knobby, bumpy cucumber into her diy tnt. For a brief instant the woman thought she would pass out front, the pain. It had become unbearable. <br /><br />She gritted her teeth. She'd take whatever he had to offer, then spit in his face.<br /><br />She wouldn't show him any fear or that she was in pain. He would only enjoy it all the more if she did.<br /><br />But that thin resolve faded quickly when Lee crammed the cucumber flail length into her cunt. The delicate membranes of her match walls surged and tried to stretch to take this obscene invader. The tissues of her pussy tore as Lee began ramming the long cylinder of vegetable in and out of his wife's cunt.<br /><br />Joanne twitched feebly and began to cry, salty tears leaving tracks down her blackened cheeks.<br /><br />"What'sa matter, baby? Too big for you? After all those men been puffin' it to you? Lemme help you out!"<br />Joanne heard the click of metal against glass, then a slurping noise. When she felt the butter knife covered with mayonnaise enter her quiff, the woman involuntarily shuddered in reaction. The blade was cold, dull, but it penetrated far into her twat. And the slick, viscous slime of the mayonnaise covered the inner reaches of her snatch m a matter of seconds. In spite of everything she could do, she felt her own cunt juice beginning to sluggishly flow. She was not sexually aroused by this hideous scene of degradation and humiliation, but the manipulating of her genitals betrayed her. Joanne's body began to respond.<br /><br />When Lee was finished, her cunt mound and gash were totally covered with the sloppy mess. Lee proclaimed, after taking another long drink from the bottle of gin, "That'll fix you up real good for ya'!" He. raiuzncd the~massivesucumber<br />forward into his wife's cunt again.<br /><br />The lubricating qualities of the mayonnaise helped a bit, but not too much. Joanne still felt that her twat was being wrenched out of shape. Torn and ripped apart.<br /><br />When Lee began beating her with a spatula, shafts of pain leaped through the bound woman's body. The flat of the metal utensil left a bizarre pattern on her skin. Every time Lee struck her with the spatula, lightning bolts seared deep into Joanne's chest and back- First burned, now beaten.<br /><br />What else could the insane man come up with?<br />Joanne found out.<br /><br />Lee began hammering the cucumber deep into his wife's quiff using the handle of a meat tenderizer as a battering ram. Joanne sagged limply against the chair, her forehead pressed into the hard seat of the wooden kitchen chair. The cucumber was slightly curved and Lee was intent on shoving the entire length into her cunt.<br /><br />The agony of each inch as it penetrated her tormented pussy made Joanne wish she were dead. The pain and anguish flooded her senses like water flowing into a bathtub. She was soon filled to overflowing with searing, burning, hideously frightful pain.<br /><br />The bend in the cucumber due into her emit walls, pushed her internal organs around giving her pain as seven as childbirth. Joanne couldn't even take in a breath without a knife blade of terrible ferocity digging into her mind and body.<br /><br />She cried, "Stop! Please, oh, dear God, STOP!" As if he hadn't heard, Lee continued. Seeing the cucumber's rough, nagged exterior buried full length in Joanne'scrotch, Lee began lightly<br />pounding her ass with the meat tenderizer. The spiked hammer drew minute points of blood every time it landed.<br /><br />Lee drunkenly hiccupped as he slurred out, "Gonna have a real tender ass for me to fuck, you betcha!"<br />As suddenly as it had been shaved into her cunt, the cucumber seemed to vanish. Lee had yanked it out to leave an incredible void inside Joanne's Match. If the pain had been bad, the sudden empty feeling was even worse.<br /><br />Joanne . hated Lee with a passion she hadn't known she possessed. And yet• she couldn't help begging him for his massive cock. That throbbing, quivering, wonderful length of prick that had given her pleasure so many times.<br /><br />"Fuck me, Lee! Ohhh, fuck meee!"<br />"So the slut needs my prick in her? The cucumber wasn't good enough, eh? Okay. I'll flick you. Like you never been flicked by anybody ever before!"<br />With a sudden surge of his hips, Lee's purple-headed click parted the tormented lips of Joanne's cunt and entered the greased slot into her belly. She felt the broad knob of Lee's cock smash info her gut. Again, she was filled with pain, but this time it was a good pain, a familiar pain.<br /><br />Lee had buried his prick its full seven inches up into her steaming, hungry, tortured cunt.<br /><br />Through a mist of pain and burning came pleasure. It built up slowly. It wasn't the sharp, insistent dagger of pain that had been crammed into her innards. This was a quiet, soft feeling. A feeling of being filled. Filled with vibrant, alive, all-male cock!<br /><br />Joanne groaned as the warmth began to spread throughout her loins. As Lee round his crotch against her pin-pricked butt, pain began to mix with the pleasure. But the pain accented the pleasure, made it seem better. More intense than she had ever felt before, the feel of Lee's cock sliding up and down its slippery sheath of female cunt excited her.<br /><br />The woman's moans of pain turned to complete enjoyment. No matter that she was bound, her bands swelled from the lack of circulation. The brutal bonds that held her legs spread wide were ignored. All that was important now was the feel of the plum-topped shaft of her husband's mighty doing as it raced back and forth inside her frothing snatch.<br /><br />Joanne heard Lee's harsh grunts as he shoved his hips forward. She felt the jerking, pulsing prick buried in her flack-hole. In spite of all the beating and I" ~ation she had suffered at her husband's ha..,..,, t~r cunt began to moisten from lust.<br /><br />The sluggish flow of her cunt juice soon flushed out the slimy mayonnaise and cleansed her snatch of the blood from torn membranes. When these were cleared out of her twat, it was as if an animal of passion ruptured.<br /><br />Joanne's cunt seemed to explode with juice, drenching Lee's throbbing, thrusting tool. in mere seconds, the man felt his cock completely slippery with Joanne's pussy cream. The cylinder of his dong continued to slip in and out of the tight hale of his wife's cunt while the secretions from her twat trickled onto his balls. The tickly feeling began to drive Lee mad with lust.<br /><br />The booze still fogged his brain'now lust drove<br />him ever onward to climax. It didn't matter to him if Joanne was satisfied. All he cared about was his own pleasure. The feelings inside his prong built up. His cock expanded and pressed firmly . against the tight, clutching walls of Joanne's gripping, ripply cunt.<br /><br />The~ man's balls felt like they were pressurized. lie was a pressure cooker with only one escape valve. The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his bloated rod expanded slightly and the first drop of pre-cum beaded the knob. His mindless, lusty fuckings into his wife's cunt wiped that tiny signal of his coming orgasm away.<br /><br />Like a berserk battering tam, Lee thrust harder and deeper into Joanne's twat with each forward movement of his hips. He felt the tiny droplets of blood from his wife's ass against his hairy upper thighs. It didn't matter.<br /><br />He felt his wife's heaving, gasping breath, and he steadied himself with his hands on her back. It didn't matter.<br /><br />AU that mattered to Lee King was his own pleasure. He felt the fiery tide of his cum race the length of his dick and erupt with volcanic fun' inside Joanne's cunt. Lee kept pumping, driving, fucking forward as hard and fast as he could for the maximum pleasure he could derive.<br /><br />His cock felt like it was being burned away by the friction against her tight, hot, steamy cunt walls. The knob was fully exposed as the foreskin rippled back with each of his mighty pistonings. The only thing that he• cared about was satiation. He was seeing his wild lust in the only way he could-he was virtually raping his wife.<br /><br />Then a splurge of Lee's cum<br />splatter against her cunt walls. She shuddered in reaction. The bent-double position she was fled in was awkward, damned uncomfortable. And yet<br />and yet, she found herself enjoying this torture.<br /><br />She would have done anything in the world to pt Lee's cock back into her cunt. She had felt so empty, so completely deserted when Lee had painfully yanked the torturing cucumber out of her twat. The woman needed something to fill the hole.<br /><br />Lee's cock filled her flack-hole well. The pain of her position seemed to give her a new perspective. She couldn't forgive him for what he had done to her, but she couldn't deny that he was giving her a full measure of pleasure now. Joanne sailed to new heights of erotic 'fulfillment as Lee wantonly flicked her gaping, dribbly cunt.<br /><br />He was reaming her out with nothing but his own pleasure in mind. But he was giving his wife some small measure of satisfaction, too. Joanne felt the electric tingles every time Lee's mighty cock shoved deep into her snatch. The squishing noise as he fucked her had an oddly stimulating effect on her. That and the harsh breathing of her husband seemed to ignite the fires of lust deep within her tortured cunt.<br /><br />Joanne was almost ready to climax when Lee pulled free, his tool deflated and useless after he had shot his wad.<br /><br />Joanne cried out, "Damn you! Get me off! Fuck meee!"<br />Her demands fell on deaf ears. Lee King gazed at the doubled-over figure of his wife with nothing but contempt. He had heard all those stories about her<br />fucking around with Fontaine. Fontaine, the sloppy, dirty, clap-carrying rag-picker. And the mailman. How could he forget the story John told him about Joanne and the mailman?<br />Lee didn't want to think about all the other adulteries that John had so graphically detailed. Lee found a fresh bottle of gin and took another deep gulp. He felt the fiery liquid sear its way to his belly. It seemed to form a pool inside him, adding to his hatred.<br /><br />Contemptuously, the man said, "You get off too many times with too goddamn many men. I'm going to play with you a while longer."<br />He took another drink as Joanne said, "What's going on, Lee? Tell me! Why are you doing this to me?"<br />"Why? You're askin' why? John's told me about all the guys you been screwin' around with. And you askin' me why!"<br />"John?" Suddenly things began to fall into place. Joanne had told John to go play with himself when he'd put the make on her at the office party last month. This was that evil bastard's way of getting even 'with her!<br />"Lee, listen! John's been lying to you. I haven't been sleeping around. I even put him off and he must be pissed at me for it. I've been-"<br />"Shut up!" Lee viciously kicked out, his foot colliding with the chair legs. With a load crash, Joanne and the chair she was bound to toppled over onto the linoleum.<br /><br />She lay there looking, up at her husband. It was obvious that he believed John and not her. Tired and helpless, Joanne could do nothing but accept whatever Lee wanted to do to her.<br /><br />CHAPTER TWO<br /><br />"You make me sick, frying to lie your way out of this!" Lee snapped. He smirked a bit when he saw that Joanne had begun to silently sob out her misery. She knew that he would never believe her. Not when he was this drunk-and getting drunker by the minute.<br /><br />Lee King might have been drunk but he wasn't deaf. He heard the crash from the living room and instantly ran to see what had caused it.<br /><br />Lee supported himself on the doorjamb and peered out into the dark living room. He saw an indistinct figure begin to slowly scuttle away. He moved quickly and headed the shadow figure off at the front door. With a quick motion of his wrist, Lee turned on the living-room lights.<br /><br />Revealed was a frightened and very beautiful<br />girl. <br /><br />Lee looked at the younger edition of the woman he had been torturing in the kitchen. Ann King was eighteen and gorgeous. She was in the full bloom of youth, fresh and untouched by the ravages of age. Ann had her mother's lovely blonde hair that cascaded down around her shoulders and seemed to form a halo around her head. The figure was thinner than Joanne's, more youthful and less mature. Rut it was undeniably breathtaking.<br /><br />Lee seemed to look at his daughter for the first time. He hadn't realized how 6eautiful his daughter was. All the time he was drunkenly studying her trim curves, the gentle prodding of braless tits against the flimsy fabric of her blouse, the skin-tight bulge of her ass, the smooth flow of her calves and the trim thighs, his cock was slowly stiffening again.<br /><br />Ann saw the hard-on even before Lee noticed. And she tried to escape. In vain.<br /><br />She spun and tried to get to the safety of her bedroom. Lee caught her and lifted her lithe figure off the floor before she had gone two steps.<br /><br />"Let me go, you dirty animal! Let me go!" Ann shrieked.<br /><br />Lee abruptly tossed his daughter onto the sofa she had stumbled over to create the noise he had heard. He menacingly said, "Where the hell you been?"<br />Ann sullenly glared at her naked father, her father with the monstrous hard-on....<br /><br />"I... I just got back from a date." She didn't know what to say. Could she tell this drunken animal that she'd seen what he had done to her mother? How he had raped her and beaten her and beaten her? <br /><br />"You saw what happened in the kitchen, didn't ya?" The way Lee asked it, it was more of a statement than a question.<br /><br />He could only numbly shake her head. Her breathing was coming in quick, sharp gusts now. Her young heart pounded wildly, threatened to explode. The sound of the blood hammering in her ears deafened her.<br /><br />All she could think of was getting away from the towering menace of that cock quivering in front of her face.<br /><br />"You're as bad as that slut mother of yours. You been fuckin' anything that wears pants. Been doin' it for a helluva long time from what I hear."<br />Ann's lips narrowed to a thin line. She answered, "What's it to you? I have my own life to live and it's none of your business what I do or don't do."<br />"Cheap WHORE!" Lee screamed. "Cheap fuckin' whore! You learned too damn much from your mother, that's what I think. I think you been goin' around and screwin' every guy in that lousy high school you go to. That's what I think! And you say it's none of my business! I gotta put up with the shame of having a daughter who's nothing but a goddamn cunt!"<br />Ann's grey eyes widened.. She had seen her father drunk many times. This was the first time she'd ever realized how far he could go when he had too much booze.<br /><br />"Look, Daddy, that isn't the way it is at all"<br />"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Lee<br />roared.<br /><br />Ann cowered, tried to fade into the cushions of the sofa. She had seen how her mother had been tied to the chair. Her hands behind her back, her<br />legs split to expose her cunt-and how her hair had been tied to the chair to hold her head down. She was appalled that her father, even as roaring drunk as he was, could ever do such a vile thing.<br /><br />Her voice came out chalked and small. "What are you going to do?"<br />Lee's bleary eyes had been studying Ann. Her nipples poked suggestively against the thin material of her blouse. The bare expanse of her stomach heaved and quivered with her fright. The small depression of her perfectly formed navel seemed to beckon to the drunken finn.<br /><br />He could barely pull his eyes off his daughter's flaring boobs with the aroused nipples and that tempting belly. And when Lee succeeded, his gaze fell lower to the completely filled, stretched to the breaking-point blue jeans that Ann wore.<br /><br />Her ass bulged provocatively. And the sight of the girl's long, lithe legs made Lee's hard-on quiver with ill-suppressed lust. So what if he had just worked over her mother? Hadn't that lying whore deserved it? Didn't she deserve even more punishment?<br />Lee quickly reached out and seized Ann's arm. "Come on. Let's go into the kitchen for a little family chat."<br />"You're hurting my arm!" Ann protested. The icy look she received chilled her to the soul: She knew then that she could expect no mercy from the man who had been her father. In that single glance, he had completely cut himself off from any familial link that might have existed. To Ann, he may have been her natural father; but he was no longer the man she had looked up to. He was an alien' an evil and completely crazy.<br /><br />"In then!" Lee hurled her through the doorway into the brightly lit kitchen. For a moment, Ann was blinded. And when she could see again, she wished that she didn't have to look.<br /><br />Her mother was still bound to the chair. Joanne looked up at her, eyes filled with fear for her daughter.<br /><br />Joanne cried out, "damn you, Lee! Leave her out of this! Whatever you think I've done, you've got no quarrel with Ann. Let her go!"<br />"Not on your sweet ass! She's just like you. She even looks like you. I'm gonna find out if she's been sleeping around like you. I bet she's not even a virgin . •<br />Ann pivoted• and tried to elude the drunk. The effort failed. Lee managed to grip her arm, pull the girl to him and quickly rip off the blouse. Naked to the waist, Ann felt all the fight get out of her. It was as if Lee had pulled the plug on her reservoir of courage. There was a hollow feeling inside, a coldness.<br /><br />She resigned herself to whatever fate the stronger man was going to mete out to her.<br /><br />Lee placed both of his hands on Ann's slender waist and heaved. The teenager shrieked in fright as she flew through the air. With a plop she landed in the middle of the kitchen table. Her boobs swayed to and fro as she drew in air in huge gulps.<br /><br />Lee was guided onward by the sight of his daughter's naked tits. The niddy nipples were erect, aroused with fear rather than lust. But it didn't matter to him. He was too far gone in his stupor to care. All Lee King could think of was siting his own lewd desires and punishing the bitch that was his wife. Joanne would have to<br />watch while he raped her daughter.<br /><br />Lee clumsily advanced to the table and put his fingers under the waistband of Ann's jeans. The girl screwed her eyes tightly shut and leaned back on the table, supporting herself on her ~arms. She wasn't going to cooperate, but she wasn't going to resist.<br /><br />Her father quickly stripped off the blue jeans and cast them aside. The bright-green panties followed a second later. Lee sucked in a deep breath when he saw his naked daughter spread out in front of him on the kitchen table.<br /><br />His eyes danced over her body, not missing a single wondrous feature. Lee's gaze fastened on the tiny triangle of pussy fur matted between the slender white pillars of Ann's succulent thighs. The bush pointed like an arrow to the puckered lips of her snatch. The tightly closed, pink-rimmed lips of the young girl's cunt.<br /><br />But Lee's hands began to roam elsewhere. His callused hands found the twin mountains of tit flesh. With a roughness that was unnecessary, he took two handfuls of boob and squeezed as hard as he could.<br /><br />Ann cried out, then bit her lower lip. She wasn't going to give the man she had disowned as her father the slightest satisfaction.<br /><br />It was Joanne who spoke up. Calling from her contorted position on the cold floor, the woman begged, "Please, for the love of God, Lee, don't do this! It's your own daughter! Have some mercy! Please, take it out on me! PLEASE!"<br />"Don't want to see yer daughter screwed by her old man, huh? Well, damn your eyes, that's exactly what you're gonna have to watch. <br />suffer like I been. I want you to know what it's like listening to everybody snicker and point behind your back. Everybody talking about how your wife's nothing but a fuckin' whore!"<br />"it's all a lie, Lee! Honest! Don't do this to Ann. I'm begging you!"<br />"GO ahead. Beg." Without even looking back at his wife, Lee returned his attentions to his teenaged daughter. e nipples on top of the<br />His hands found<br />marshmallowy man of her jugs. Lee pinched down with brutal force. His thumb and forefinger closed around the erect nipples until Ann moaned in pain. Lances of white-hot anguish flared into her young body.<br /><br />She tried to kick Lee but only succeeded in spreading her legs wide open for him. He pulled her to him, using her boobs as handholds. Ann groaned a she slid across the rough table. It felt as if the man would rip her tits off her chest<br />With her legs on each side of his body, Ann had no farther defense except for her fingernails. She clawed out wildly, trying to gouge and rip at his face.<br /><br />Her father quickly buried his face into his daughter's pussy. With lewd sucking noises, he began eating his own girl's cunt out. Ann felt her father's wet tongue flash out and race around her twat.<br /><br />In spite of the agony he was inflicting with his hands on her tits, Ann found herself being driven wild with the feel of Lee's tongue around her snatch. He stared at one end of her gash and raced to the other end of the sensitive flaps of pink pussy ~Jqh~~~,hjs .tnng~e wouW,pbjiw~Joscc3~Iyjsp<br />her seething twat hole.<br /><br />Ann's cunt began to flow the thin oils of lust. Then, as Lee's tongue burrowed farther and farther into her cunt, thicker juices began to flow out of her box. She writhed on the table, impaled by the force of her father's tongue. Ann couldn't even lift herself off the rough planking of the table because of the powerful hands that held her prisoner.<br /><br />If Ann was experiencing both pain and joy, Joanie was feeling nothing but sheer, undiluted misery. She wept openly for what was happening in front of her very eyes. She was being forced to watch her husband rape her daughter. Of all the things that she had considered Lee capable of during one of his drunks, never had she thought torture and daughter rape to be among them.<br /><br />Joanne watched in wretched fascination as Lee's head vanished between Ann's legs. She knew what he was doing. She could hear the sucking and the lewd, obscene slurping noises as the man licked and tongued the girl's pussy. She could see the viselike grip on the tender tits.<br /><br />Red streaks appeared on the milky-white flesh when Lee moved his hands over the heaving boobs. Joanne shivered in response to the punishment Lee was giving Ann as well as the pain she was experiencing.<br /><br />Her own predicament added to the physical pain. Joanne's mental torture watching her husband tongue-fuck Ann was fed by the bite of the coarse brown twine into her wrists and anklet. And her belly began to cramp from the doubled-over position she had been forced to assume. She had a continual headache from the beating<br /><br />29<br />at the hands of the chair. Joanne wasn't even able to turn her head away from the rape happening right in front of her.<br /><br />She could close her eyes. But she couldn't close her ears. She could still hear the soft moans Ann was emitting like some whipped puppy, and she couldn't mistake the sucking, sllurping noise as Lee ate out his own daughter's pussy.<br /><br />Ann's hips began td move with a life of their own. The rough handling of her tits didn't do much to turn her on. The situation in which she found herself wasn't very erotic, either. She was far more frightened than the first time with Vic-Vic had popped her cherry on their third date and it had hurt.<br /><br />But it was a good hurt.<br /><br />This was sheer torture. The pain in her chest. The struggle to breathe against the crushing weight on her boobs hurt badly. But what was even worse was the sensual feel of her father's tongue along her snatch.<br /><br />The man was good at cunt-lapping she had to admit that. She felt the rough, wet tongue stroke and caress, then stab far into her oily cunt. Each time his tongue jabbed into her hole, a surge of pleasure collided with the pain in her body.<br /><br />The conflicting sensations overwhelmed Ann. She became totally confused. She didn't know what to do. The teenager started td drift in her own little universe, cut off from all sensations but those entering her body through her tight little cunt and her mountainous boobs. The girl didn't even hear the quiet sobbing of her mother, forced to watch the degrading spectacle.<br /><br />Ann bit him, leaving<br /><br />30<br />bloody tracks on her father's neck and shoulders. But the pain only spurred the intoxicated man on.<br /><br />With the suddenness of a summer storm, Lee moved his mouth from Ann's succulent box and positioned his vibrating dong at her open, puffy gash. A forceful hip motion embedded his prick balls deep in his daughter's tight cunt.<br /><br />Ann screamed out her agony at taking the seven inches of dong. As Lee began to rotate his hips while he kept his prick entirety in the young girl's stretched pussy, she began to groan. "OOHhh! It hurrrrts sooo! Please, Daddy, don't do this to meee! OH!"<br />She gasped as Lee quickly retreated, then slammed forward as hard as he could. He felt the tip of his knob bounce off the softly padded end of Ann's cunt. The pain generated in her distended snatch blotted out any pleasure she might have been receiving.<br /><br />Lee seemed to instinctively know that he was giving her pain with his incredibly deep, powerful trusts. As he licked faster and faster, feeling Ann's cunt contracting sound his speeding prickshaft, he called out to Joanne, "How d'ya like this, huh? How you like me fucking your cock-hungry kid!"<br />Joanne's tears had dried, leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. She stared without emotion at the rape being played out in front of her. She felt nothing inside. It was as if she had died. She could respond no more to Lee's torture.<br /><br />Physically, the pain still assaulted her body. But something inside her had died. She could feel absolutely nothing for this man doing such unspeakable thing to their daughter.<br /><br />"No hate. No love. Nothing. This was the ultimate human rejection." Lee didn't notice. He was too busy fucking the tight cunt of his own daughter. He began to shout in drunken glee as he felt her tight cunt collapse around his cock and squeeze don hard. Ann 's stomach muscles were hard and tight with youthful exercise. And she was no virgin. She had enjoyed many boys.<br /><br />She wasn't enjoying this. Ann had retreated into a world much like her mother already had. She didn't care if those seven inches of prick driving home in her omit belonged to her father or not. All<br />- she wanted was for this disgusting scene to be over. The normal joy she received from a good fucking was missing. Ann knew that her father was getting off. She could feel his cock begin to expand, pulse with the first tremors of climax. She could feel all of this deep down in her pits-but it didn't give her any pleasure.<br /><br />Lee fucked in and out, pulled Ann closer to him so that her butt rested on the very edge of the table. With her legs hanging limply to either side of him, he had full access to the tiny fuck-hole. His mighty cock surged forward, lingered and luxuriated in the carnal heat of her boiling hot cunt, then pulled back.<br /><br />Again !~4 again tee flicked his daughter until his sperm croucbe& for the long spring down the length of his prick. With a loud cry, Lee's cock erupted with string after gooey string of aim.<br /><br />He continued pistoning in and out of Ann's pussy as long a his dick was stiff enough to flick. In a few minutes; Lee's once rigid and proud cock<br />dribbled out of Ann's snatch amid a flow of cunt juice and creamy white jizz. The stream trickled down his leg and soon crusted the hair of his inner thigh.<br /><br />The cum that ran down Ann's leg found only smooth flesh. Flesh that was totally unresponsive and uncaring. By fucking her, Lee had robbed his own daughter of her will. He had degraded her as much as a man could a woman.<br /><br />And still he wasn't satisfied.<br /><br />He wanted even more revenge. Not on Ann but on Joanne, his wife.<br /><br />"Well, slut, do you want me to quit foolin' around with your whore daughter?"<br />The words penetrated to Joanne's brain.<br /><br />"What? What do you mean?"<br />"I'll stop screwn' Ann if you'll lick my cock off."<br />"PIG!" Joanne tried to spit at her husband but failed. Her bruised lips wouldn't move into the right positions for anything but drooling down her own chip.<br /><br />Lee laughed as he reached for the bottle. He took a deep drink, lowered the level of the gin about a half-inch before he said, "Lick the cum off and I'll forget about Ann."<br />He dropped to his knees and dangled his cock in front of the bound woman. Joanne considered for a moment, then thrust out her tongue in an effort to lick off the creamy cum she had once found•• tasty.<br /><br />Only a bitter taste remained in her mouth when she had finished her tongue job on Lee's dick.<br /><br />Lee sniggered. "Good job. Bet you get a lot of bread for blow jobs, huh?"<br /><br />He laughed again and sat down in another of the kitchen chairs. Ann had passed out on the table, naked and lovely-and still vulnerable. Joanne said nothing as she watched Lee drink himself into a stupor.<br /><br />He had done all he could possibly do for the night<br />Joanne began to cry softly once again, both for herself and for her innocent, raped daughter:<br /><br />CHAPTER THREE<br /><br />Edward Phillip Steven King came in late from the date he'd had with Tern. He idly rubbed his crotch in fond memory of the evening he'd spent with the hot chick. The image of her was still fresh in his mind: brunette with cute bangs, about five foot seven or so and everything but everything in the right place and proportion. She was a hell of a sexy chick and the best piece of ass he'd• ever found. instant Eddie entered the darkened King<br />The<br />house, however, he knew something was wrong. There was a feeling about the stilled living room that made him uneasy.<br /><br />With infinite caution, he made his way to the kitchen. The scene that lay before him was something totally beyond his experience. He was eighteen and just out of high school and thought<br />he knew everything.<br /><br />But ... ?<br />His naked father was passed out at the kitchen table, an empty bottle of gin clutched in one hand. His sister was lying spread-eagle and completely naked in front of his father. Ann wasn't stirring.<br /><br />Eddie felt a momentary twitch in his prick as he thought of Ann and the times they had spent together. But seeing her naked like this was different, evil, perverse.<br /><br />When he saw his mother, his heart almost stopped. He couldn't believe that anyone would do such a thing to her. Joanne still lay on her side, hands cruelly bound with the thin twine cutting into her soft flesh. The youth rushed to his mother's side and instantly saw he would never be able to loosen her bonds without a knife.<br /><br />"Hang on a second, Mom!" Eddie told her as he rummaged in the drawer for a knife. He found a small paring knife and swiftly cut the string holding his mother.<br /><br />She gratefully collapsed on the floor, free at last from her bonds.<br /><br />"What happened? Who did this to you?" Eddie had to ask, but he could guess. His father was drunk on his ass again. And only his father could have thought up such a cruel and bizarre act as had obviously occurred.<br /><br />Eddie hadn't gotten along well with his father for several years. At first it had seemed like the usual adolescent rebellion, but as he grew older, both of them realized there was a basic animosity that would never go away. They would not be able to relate in any way but hating each other.<br /><br />Eddie considered that just fine. His father was a<br />lazy spendthrift who drank too damn much. And tonight he'd obviously gone over the edge and lost control of his temper.<br /><br />The youth just couldn't comprehend the full extent of the drunken madness, however. The scene told him that his father had tortured and raped his mother, then done the same to Ann.<br /><br />Eddie didn't want to jump to conclusions. He waited for his mother to tell him first-hand what had been going on in. the King kitchen.<br /><br />Joanne gasped out, "Water, please, Eddie, get me some water." She gulped the liquid down in thirsty, greedy swallows before she could continue, "It was Lee. He ... he came home drunk as a lord again. And ... oh, Eddie!"<br />Joanne broke down, clutched at Eddie's shoulder and began to sob. Eddie didn't know how to handle the situation. He patted his mother on the back and felt ineffectual. He was out of his league and knew it. He'd been thinking about leaving home because he couldn't stand his father any longer. This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back.<br /><br />He'd have to do something more drastic than merely leave now~ And Eddie didn't know what it would be.<br /><br />"Did... Dad . . . do this to you?" he asked Joanne in a tiny voice.<br /><br />The woman could only nod her head in assent. She was still too shaken by her . experiences to speak.<br /><br />Eddie had to find out the extent of what beastly things his father had done. "Did ~he rape Ann, too?" The evidence was clear that Ann had been. sexually abused then discarded like an old Kleenex.<br /><br />Again, the only answer the teenager received was a frightened, tearful nod. He had a good idea of what bad happened now, and it was exactly as he had feared. His father had turned into a real juice-head and gone off his rocker for sure. Drunk, he'd come home, tied up Joanne and raped her. Then, when Ann came home from her date, had repeated the entire scene like an instant replay on<br />TV.<br /><br />A coldness settled into Eddie's gut. He didn't know if he could kill his own father or not, but at this instant, he'd be happy to fly. Anyone who could mistreat two beautiful women didn't deserve to live.<br /><br />And yet-it was his father. He owed some allegiance to him. Blood was thicker than water, or so everyone was fond of saying. But if that were true, why had his father done all those terrible thins to Ann and his own wife?<br />Eddie was mentally wrestling with the problem when Lee stirred from his drunken slumber. The man punted, scratched his crotch, then tossed aside the empty bottle. He belched mightily and managed to open one bleary eye. He spotted Eddie standing in the middle of the kitchen clutching the naked Joanne to his shoulder.<br /><br />"About time you dragged your ass home, kid. Where ya been?"<br />Eddie's voice was low, controlled and frosty. "Did you do this to Mom and Sis?" The youth wanted to hear it from his father's lips.<br /><br />"Hell, yes. They asked for it. Been 'fuckin' around with every guy in the city. John told me all about it."<br /><br />Eddie's temper was beginning to flare. His hands trembled as he tiled to soothe his mother. He knew that he'd do something really rash, something he might regret if his father didn't come out with same sort of reason more than "John said so".<br /><br />"Course I did. Them two's always been liars. John's my good buddy. He wouldn't lie to me. And don't you go givin' me no back talk either, kid, I'm not putting up with any shit off you, either."<br />"Don't threaten me, old man. You might be able to beat up and rape women and young girls but you're not up to taking me on." Eddie pushed his mother aside and stood, hands on hips, facing his father.<br /><br />"I been through Korea and handled tougher ones than you!" Lee snapped as he launched himself with surprising speed at his son. One clenched fist connected with Eddie's shoulder and spun him around.<br /><br />The bruise appeared almost instantly. But Eddie was in a towering rage. The minor pain was nothing to him. A blood rage rose and blanketed, out everything else. He would fix his old man once and for all. This would be the last time Lee King ever had the chance to beat up on either Ann or Joanne.<br /><br />Eddie would see to that.<br /><br />As drunk as Lee was, he still had the reflexes he had built up in Korea and numerous fights. He managed to swing again and hit Eddie a glancing blow on the cheek. The teenager's head snapped back and rattled his teeth.<br /><br />Eddie was no longer hot he was polar cold. He had lost any nervousness he'd once had. As if all of his nerve endings had died, Eddie felt like a machine. A killing machine. And the one purpose was to eliminate this miserable specimen of humanity.<br /><br />Eddie danced forward, launched a savage kick at his father's knee cap and missed. But his father had to dodge and was off balance. Eddie's right fist rocketed out and slammed with a meaty thud into his father's midsection. What had once been muscle had long since turned to fat. Eddie's fist disappeared up to the wrist.<br /><br />As his father doubled over, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Eddie marveled at being a detached observer. It was as if someone else brought their knee up into Lee's face to break the nose. A slow-motion geyser of blood spewed out in a small arc to splatter on the clean kitchen floor.<br /><br />But Lee wasn't finished. For all his potbelly and fat, there was still a toughness in him that couldn't be denied. He straightened up and swung again at Eddie's face. Eddie moved a fraction of an inch and let the blow drift by.<br /><br />With all the force he could summon, the teenager swung for the broken nose dribbling blood. Eddie was big, strong and at his peak. When he connected with Lee's already mangled face, there was a dull crunch! And Eddie's father was knocked from his feet.<br /><br />Lee lay for a moment on his back, then struggled to his feet. As he attempted to stand, however, his foot slipped in some of the blood that had spilled from his gushing nose. He fell heavily and-hit ~-his head on the corner of the kitchen table.<br /><br />A sudden snap! echoed throughout the tiny room. Lee crumpled to the floor and didn't stir.<br /><br />Eddie was breathing heavily as he went to his mother and put his hand around her. "I don't think he's going to hurt you any more. Not tonight. You and Ann are safe."<br />"Is. . is he dead?" Joanne asked, her voice quavering in fright at everything that had occurred that night.<br /><br />"I doubt it. Hit his head. To break a solid block of granite like that would take more than just a kitchen table." Eddie began to have his doubts, though.<br /><br />He made sure his mother was sitting down and quiet, then tried to comfort Ann the best he could. She had been unconscious most of the fight but had seen the last round.<br /><br />She patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry; Eddie. Everything will be okay."<br />Eddie was thinking that he should be telling the young girl that, but his more immediate concern was his father.<br /><br />A quick examination confirmed hi& suspicions. He said in a low voice, "He's barely breathing. I think we'd batter get him to the hospital. It looks pretty bad, too."<br /><br />CHAPTER FOUR<br /><br />Eddie went to the telephone and quickly dialed the operator. A few terse words and he was told that an ambulance would be sent on its way immediately. Eddie replaced the phone in its cradle without any feeling of triumph.<br /><br />His father lay before him on the kitchen floor. Naked and unmoving, it was hard to imagine that the man had been responsible for the hideous torture of Joanne and Ann.<br /><br />Eddie told Ann, "The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. Why don't you take Mom into the bedroom. I don't think it would be too smart to have them see her-or you-like this."<br />Ann simply nodded and led her hysterical mother to the back of the house. Eddie could take care of the questions now. Later, they could get their stories together. It wouldn't do for this<br />family scandal to become public. Corinth wasn't the biggest city in the, world, and, like all small towns; a scandal spread like wildfire.<br /><br />In a few days, everyone in town would know that Lee King had been torturing his wife and daughter. That his son had almost killed him when he found out.<br /><br />Eddie wanted to avoid any possible publicity. His mother had been through enough already. Further publicity in this wouldn't be to anyone's advantage except the news-hungry vultures in town.<br /><br />Eddie composed himself just in time to answer the doorbell. The ambulance crew had come.<br /><br />"Come on in. My father's in the kitchen. Hit his head on the table.."<br />Two bored-looking attendants hurried to the kitchen ~while the policeman accompanying them pulled out his notebook.<br /><br />"Mind telling me what happened? Got to file a report every time the ambulance is called out, you know."<br />"Uh, sure, officer. Not a whole lot to tell. My father's been, uh, well, hitting the bottle pretty hard- lately. He must have gotten really smashed tonight. He stumbled and hit his head on the table. I guess that's about it."<br />The policeman had been carefully making notes as he went. He looked up when Eddie stopped. "Who found your old man?"<br />"I did. I'd just come in from a date. My mother and sister were. . . sleeping. Guess they didn't hear anything. Mother's pretty bad off Hysterical over this. I hope you won't have to talk with her. She's 4.beta doped. 4.-up~. ..with .tranquilizers - t. .saIm~~~ber.<br /><br />down."<br />"Naw, won't have to bother her. This kind of thing happens all the time. Tell you the truth, I was sort of waiting for it to happen to Lee. Been getting into fights down at Tyrone Reese's bar. Ty's been real nice about it. Just tosses Lee out, but Ty warned me about something bad in the wind."<br />Eddie swallowed hard as the policeman snapped the notebook shut with a flick of his wrist. "Is.. . is there anything else, officer? I'd like to stay here with my mother and after she gets calmed down, take her on down to the hospital."<br />The officer shrugged. "Fine with mc. I'm going to file an accident report, nothing else." The officer dispassionately watched as the two ambulance attendants hauled Lee King outside on the stretcher.<br /><br />"I won't even mention he slipped in a pool of his own blood."<br />Eddie looked up, surprised. The policeman continued, "Heard how he's been badmouthin' your ma. Don't like that. Seems to rue he got what he deserved, you know?"<br />As the cop turned to leave Eddie quietly asked, "How'd you know what happened? Really?"<br />The officer smiled faintly. "Nobody hits his head and ends up with blood on the soles of his feet. Had to have slipped in it before he hit his noggin. Dig?" With that, the cop left.<br /><br />Eddie felt weak inside. It seemed that Corinth's finest was on his side, that there was some mercy with justice. The ambulance roared off into the night in the direction of the city's only hospital. The meigh&ors1poked. tbairhead&.out.otwrtained<br />windows at the sight of the red flashing lights, but few came out to investigate.<br /><br />The teenager made his way down the hallway to his parents' bedroom. He hesitated before opening the door. .He didn't want to face his mother. Not after what had been done to her tonight.<br /><br />Eddie straightened his shoulders and pushed into the room. On the bed, sleeping; was his mother. Standing beside her was Ann.<br /><br />His sister put a finger to her lips to make sure Eddie kept quiet. Ann whispered in his ear, "I've given her some of those sleeping pills Dr. Montgomery prescribed for her last month. She'll probably sleep for at least ten hours."<br />Eddie put his arm around Ann's quaking shoulder. His sister had been through just as much as his mother. He marveled at how well Ann had endured the ordeal. It couldn't have been easy for her to see Joanne tied up, then raped herself.<br /><br />"How are yow doing kid? You feeling okay?" Eddie asked quietly.<br /><br />"Let's... let's go to my room. Don't want to 'wake Mom up."<br />They went into Ann's bedroom and Eddie closed the door. Ann threw herself headlong onto the bed and began to cry. Eddie felt the emptiness ~and helplessness return. What should he do?<br />The youth sat on the bed beside his gorgeous sister and placed his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Don't cry, Ann. It's all aver now. Everything's behind you. I'll make sure it never<br />- happens again. That son of a bitch will never s much as touch you again. I promise!"<br />Ann rolled onto her side and clutched at Eddie's gentle hand. Her grey eyes were red from the<br />salty tracks ran down her checks and her hair was wildly jumbled up. She looked like a pathetic sight-and to Eddie she was the mast beautiful girl in the world.<br /><br />"Ann, you're really something special." Without thinking of what he was doing, Eddie bent over and gently kissed his sister's lips. At first, Ann tensed. Then she relaxed and returned the kiss with a fervor and passion that startled both of them.<br /><br />But the dam had broken. Their mutual love and<br />the horrid experiences of that night gave them a<br />bond stronger than any consideration for right or<br />wrong. <br />For both of them, it was right to comfort each other.<br /><br />Ann's tongue probed forward and nudged aside Eddie's lips. In a flash, her dextrous, pink tongue rocketed into his mouth and began a slow exploration of his mouth. Eddie sighed and collapsed to the bed, lying full length beside his sister.<br /><br />He pulled her close to him. He felt her body tremble and shiver in reaction. Then he was last in the sweet-tasting paradise of Ann's mouth. His own tongue began to dance and swirl around and around his sister's. Soon, their tongues played hide and seek, dashing back and forth from Ann's mouth into Eddie's and back again.<br /><br />Not content to caress his sister with only his tongue, Eddie's strong hands began to stroke Ann's sleek, trim flank. She had thrown on a bathrobe. The next thing the youth did was to untie the belt and push the robe off.<br /><br />Ann was gloriously naked in the twinkling of an .eye.<br /><br />Eddie didn't have to see the gleaming naked flesh to know what was there. He could feel, the smooth expanse of satiny skin under his roving hand. Ann's trim ass seemed to completely fill his hands. Her buttcheeks began to roil back and forth under his grip. That simple motion was enough to make Eddie feel the stiffness pawing in her crotch.<br /><br />He was getting turned on by his own sister!<br />The insistent urgings in his cock pushed away all thought of sin or that he might be doing something wrong. Ann wasn't resisting him. She needed him. She needed the comfort he could offer after the scene, she ,had lived through that night, and if he screwed her and that was what she so desperately needed, who could say that was evil or perverted?<br />Eddie moved his hands up to Ann's trim waist. All the time keeping the long, deep kiss, he began to move his body on the bed. To his surprise, he felt feather-light touches at his shirt front and waist. Ann was undressing him.<br /><br />While he stroked her stomach and moved upwards to take both of her fleshy tits in hand, his sister managed to remove all of his clothes. Both were naked by the time Eddie gripped Ann's conical tit~. and began to stroke upward to the ruddy areolas.<br /><br />Ann moaned and shoved her body against his when the teenager started pressing his thumbs down into the girl's nipples-hard. Eddie felt the mushroomlike pebbles• harden with lust for him before he tried to push them completely down into the soft, marshmallowy flesh of the boob. Ann seemed to get off on this in a big way,<br />She broke off their kiss and whispered in his ear, '"Give it to me<br />long! Make love to me! I need you so badly!"<br />Eddie knew the full extent of her passion when she began to tongue and lightly nibble at ibis ear. The wet, rough tongue plunged into his ear, exciting him more than he could ever remember. The motion of Ann's feathery touches along his body made his cock strain and threaten to explode in mad eruption at any instant,<br />When Ann took his prick in hand and began to gently push and pull the skin along the shaft, Eddie almost came. He restrained the wild urge to blast out his cum all over his sister's slightly domed belly. It took all the will power he could summon to quiet his raging loins. In a few seconds, he could enjoy the warmth of Ann's fingers on his dick knowing he wasn't going to spew out his jizz.<br /><br />The warmth expanded from his eight-inch prong into his balls. The hairy sac dangling under his mighty dick began to collapse into a tight, hard sphere. Then the warmth spread into his guts. His belly flared and lightning shot up and down his spine. The carnal delight promised him made Eddie vow to give Ann as much pleasure as she was giving him.<br /><br />Eddie began to rotate the blobs of tit flesh he held imprisoned under his hands. The left jug he moved in a clockwise pattern, the right he moved counterclockwise. Ann groaned again and pushed her body firmly against his.<br /><br />She was getting off on his fondling in a big way. Ann felt jabs of unadulterated joy lance down into her chest every time Eddie made a complete circle with her jugs. The odd feeling that he might rip her boobs off coupled with the erotic stimulation he was. giving her nipples made the<br />girl's twat begin to water.<br /><br />Her cunt started to flow out its passions. The hungry, yearning feeling inside her belly demanded long hard cock to satisfy it. She wanted Eddie to flack her as fast and powerfully as he could. And with the eight-inch dong she clutched so feverishly in her hand, Ann knew that Eddie could do a first-class job!<br />She told him, "Fuck me, Eddie. I need you inside me. Now!"<br />To make sure that he knew precisely what she wanted, Ann draped her left leg over the top of Eddie's right leg. In that position, her cunt was gaping and exposed to the purple-knobbed cock that quivered and shook with ill-suppressed lust for her between her legs. She could feel his dick strain and jerk. The big blue vein on top of his dong stood out in flail-scale relief as she traced curlicue patterns up and down the teenager's thick shaft.<br /><br />"Do. .. do you really want me to, Ann? After all you've been through tonight?" Eddie had the momentary thought that his sister's pussy might be too tender or even torn up from her rape. He didn't want to give her any more pain than she'd already had.<br /><br />"Don't worry about that. Just fuck me, damn you!" Ann needed a cock inside her cunt to drive out the fears that had been created by Lee King. She desperately needed to be fucked.<br /><br />Eddie was willing to oblige.<br /><br />He eased his hips forward, feeling his hairy legs slide over Ann's smooth, tender inner thighs. With his sister's hand guiding his cock, Eddie couldn't miss the pink, scalloped cuntlips. He felt the tip of his prick lightly touch the aroused, blood-filled<br />flaps enough to part them.<br /><br />A flood of twat juice gushed out and coated his pecker. The oily secretion made hint hot to get his dick inside his sexy sister's pussy. No longer able to keep his hands on her boobs, Eddie stroked and caressed along Ann's smooth back, tracing out each and every bone in her spine. Tingles of delight spread through her body as he worked down to her tight, rounded asscheeks again.<br /><br />The teenager took both hunks of ass flesh in his hands and strongly pulled the ~fl to him. Both gasped in unison as Ann slid a bit on the bed and Eddie's long pecker vanished into her cunt.<br /><br />Eddie's cock was surrounded by the flaming sheath of pussy flesh. Ann's cunt was as tight and hot as any he'd ever felt. She managed to contract her stomach muscles and clamp down on his prick like a velvet-lined vise. The cunt juices squirted out around the mighty plug of cock he'd rammed into her pussy, and dribbled down onto his balls.<br /><br />The tingly feeling almost made Eddie come. Again, he controlled himself.<br /><br />He kept telling himself aver and over that Ann deserved the best screwing he could possibly give her. It was his duty.<br /><br />That it was so much fun for him was an added bonus!<br />Ann felt as if her cunt was being ripped apart by her brother's huge dong. His prick raced along the path that had held their father's cock less than two hours before. But this was a different sensation entirely. Ann had asked Eddie for this fucking; she loved him with an intensity that never ceased to surprise her.<br /><br />The young girl was soon lost in the carnal<br />wilderness of a complete and expert fuck. She felt the movement of Eddie's fingers on her ass, clutching and puffing her body to him. Each time his powerful arms moved, her snatch slipped down hard on his cock. She could feel that mighty prick throb and jerk with lust for her as it was buried far up into her aunt.<br /><br />Then Eddie would move hit hips away and a powerful vacuum would be formed in her twat. The emptiness was unbearable. Ann would moan and cry out for Eddie to stuff his prick hack into her hungry cunt.<br /><br />And he would.<br /><br />Inside her juicy cunt, the girl could feel the huge knob perched on top of Eddie's cock expand. She sighed with the pleasure of knowing she was so sexually appealing to him.<br /><br />Eddie would have laughed if he'd even considered that Ann might not think of herself as beautiful. Those melon-sized boobs, with the bright, cherried nipples that poked so hard and firm into his chest, were a real turn on and her trim, slender body!<br />Everything was great! Feeling her silky thigh rub against his muscular one made Eddie's cock harder than he'd ever considered possible. He enjoyed watching chicks walk,' enjoyed seeing their trim, white legs flash back and forth. The, many times he had lusted after Ann were too numerous to count. She had ~the most seductive legs and thighs he'd ever seen.<br /><br />And he~ always was a sucker for blondes.<br /><br />To be flicking into her grasping, blast furnace of cunt was a dream come true. Eddie shoved forward<br />into Ann's pussy. A shudder of carnal delight raced throughout his body. He shivered and quaked in response to the wet, slurpy clutching around his rigid cock.<br /><br />Eddie maneuvered his powerful fingers into the humid crease between Ann's asscheeks. His fingers discovered the sweat-moist flesh at the base of the canyon. The teenager slowly moved along the bottom of the deep cleft until he found Ann's puckered little asshole.<br /><br />Eddie wiggled his finger around the bung a few times until he felt the tense, tight muscle begin to relax. As Ann's little brownie loosened, Eddie jammed his finger up her ass.<br /><br />Ann's entire body was seized in a convulsive shudder. The sudden penetration of her bung by Eddie's finger activated nerves throughout her innards. The big, filled feeling inside her cunt when Eddie's pecker was shoved into her hole was stupendous. But this was something new and different for her.<br /><br />It was undeniably erotic. And it felt great!<br />"Oh, Eddie, that's soooo gooood! But don't stop flicking me. My poor little pussy needs your big cock!" Ann wiggled her ass as seductively as she could to let her brother know that she appreciated the attentions he was giving her.<br /><br />As Ann twitched, Eddie thought his prick would be ripped from his groin. Ann clamped down with all the might of her stomach muscles and seemed to weld his cock in place as she moved around. The movement rekindled the flames of lust in his balls. The sperm tapped in his balls began to boil and chum. The creamy flood demanded instant release.<br /><br />Eddie fought back the tidal wave of his passion<br />again. Soon, the burning sensation died down in his nuts and he could continue with the slow, methodical fucking he was giving to Ann.<br /><br />Eddie began to move his finger in and out of his sister's asshole. He could cram his finger in all the way up to his knuckle's he was pulling his prick out of her cunt. Then, as he fucked as hard as he could into her seething pussy, the youth would slowly,; agonizingly pull his finger from her tight<br /><br />The combined action was driving Ann into a frenzy of sexual arousal.<br /><br />Eddie changed his tactics. He began to shove both his finger and prick into his sister's body at• the same time. And he made an amazing discovery. He could actually feel his dick through the delicate inner membranes separating Ann's cunt and asshole.<br /><br />Using his finger while he was buried balls deep up Ann's cunt, Eddie began to stroke his cock. He felt the rubbery tissue-that separated his finger and pecker; he also could fully stimulate the sensitive underside of his own rod.<br /><br />He began to groan and knew that his own climax was going to pounce on him unless he stopped. But it felt so damn good!<br />He was surrounded by a hot, willing and completely wanton woman-his sister! He was flicking her more expertly than he had ever considered possible-keeping it up was easy with so gorgeous a bed partner. And Eddie was being flicked as expertly in return!<br />Ann sensed that her brother was having problems holding back his orgasm. She sighed and abandoned herself to the feelings flooding through<br />her slender body. She was racked with the ultimate pleasure she could imagine.<br /><br />Inside her snatch was a hard, throbbing and vibrant cock. It stroked back and forth along her cunt, creating the most intense friction she could possibly imagine. Eddie's prick was long very long, and he was giving her every single inch of it he could. He slammed forward with all the strength in his body. Ann's soft cuntlips were spread wide apart to take the surging cock, and finally rested on his hairy balls. Through the most delicate of all her membrane, Ann could feel the tumbling and boiling of Eddie's cum trapped in his nuts.<br /><br />His strong arms pressed firmly into her waist and made her feel secure and wanted. But his finger up her ass was driving her wild with sexual frenzy.<br /><br />Every time he wiggled his finger inside her bung, electrical surges volted through her body and exploded with wild fury in her brain. Her cunt seemed like it was on fire. Her belly crawled with millions of fire ants. Her entire body was surrounded, filled, fucked.<br /><br />Ann came with a loud, "AAAAIIEEE! CHRIIISTF ME MOOORE!! MOOOOORE! I"<br />Eddie picked up the tempo of his flicking. He thrust hard and fast into Ann's convulsing flick-hole. He felt the walls of her cunt collapse round him, crushing his prick. The heated juices squirted out of her tiny cunt and seemed to sear at his pounding crotch.<br /><br />Eddie knew that he was last when his cock began to expand as added blood pumped into the knob. He felt his prick grow as the hot cock<br />creamed the insides of Ann's cunt with his jizz for what seemed hours.<br /><br />Locked together, they rocked back and forth in mutual orgasm.<br /><br />The powerful grip that seized both of them soon relaxed. The brother and sister fell back on the bed, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted from their strenuous flick.<br /><br />Eddie spoke first. "You re a helluva good lay, Ann.<br /><br />I've always wondered what it would be like to nail you. Now I know."<br />"The same goes for me, Eddie. You've always been more than just a big brother to me. You're everything I've wanted in a man. It's really weird that I had to be raped by. . . by him . . . before we could get it on together."<br />Ann fell silent after she mentioned the rape by Lee King. Eddie knew that had been a shock for her. And this incestuous fuck had been something of a shock for him.<br /><br />His mind raced, trying to figure out how to accept all that happened. Screwing his own sister was supposed to be wrong. And yet, it didn't seem wrong. They'd, both enjoyed the flick immensely. Could anything that felt so goddamn good really be wrong?<br />And hadn't Ann needed this lovemaking? Hadn't she wanted it to take her mind off the brutal rape of her and her mother earlier in the evening? Wasn't he just doing his brotherly duty to his younger sister?<br />Eddie wasn't sure. He glanced over at Ann. She had drifted off to sleep but her hand remained firmly clutched around his deflating cock. In the dim light, she was like an angel. Her tits were<br />highlighted and the nipples seemed to have a life of their own as the girl breathed. Her trim stomach rose and fell with each breath. And her lovely, slender legs were stretched out alongside his body.<br /><br />Eddie knew that what they'd just done wasn't wrong. Anything that great couldn't have been wrong.<br /><br />With that thought firmly embedded in his mind, Eddie went to sleep.<br /><br />CHAPTER FIVE<br /><br />Joanne awoke from her drug-dazed sleep. The world seemed a bit fuzzy to her. She had trouble remembering, all the things that had happened to her the previous night.<br /><br />Slowly, the memories came back. She shivered in recollection of the brutality Lee had shown her. Joanne almost started to cum when she was able to remember what that bastard ~had done to Arm, their very own daughter.<br /><br />It was terrible enough that Lee had decided to do what, he had to her. But to take his drunken rage out on his own flesh and blood was something that Joanne knew she could never forgive him for as long as she lived.<br /><br />That thought triggered another in her mind. Was Lee still alive? The vague picture of him lying in a pool of his own blood, the side of his head caved<br />in, came to her in a flash.<br /><br />Lee and Eddie had fought. Lee had slipped and bashed his head in on the same kitchen table he had raped Ann on. The justice seemed fitting to die woman. But she couldn't smile at it. Joanne wondered how Lee was doing whatever else, he was still her husband.<br /><br />Joanne rose and slipped into her clothing. She prowled around the house for a few minutes, not bothering to open Ant's bedroom to check on her daughter. The girl was made of stern stuff; she could cope. It never occurred to Joanne that Eddie might be in the same bed as his sister.<br /><br />Joanne picked up her car keys and purse. It took only a few minutes to get the car started and aimed in the direction of Corinth General Hospital, the only place Lee could have been taken. The woman didn't remember what had really happened last night. She assumed a lot. All that the beaten and battered woman could b~ certain of was that Lee had been in a bad way, worse than he'd left her.<br /><br />Joanne King pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and Was immediately confronted by the overstarched, white-clad receptionist behind the main desk in the lobby.<br /><br />"What can I do for you?" The tone used was one of boredom and not a little contempt for the woman with the hastily put on dress and messy hair.<br /><br />"I...uh, my husband... Lee King. Yes, my husband was brought in last night and I was wondering how he was..."<br />The receptionist flipped through a small card index, then put a disgusted• look on her face. Her lips curled back in a half-sneer as she said, "He's in critical condition. We really need a full folio on<br />him. Insurance company, financial statements, place of employment, everything. Go down the hail and turn left and ask for the head of administration."<br />"But how is Lee?" Joanne had to know.<br /><br />"I couldn't say. No one will be able to until you've filled out all the proper forms. Down the hail and to the left." The woman managed to dismiss Joanne with a simple toss of her head.<br /><br />Joanne walked like a ~zombie to the administration office. She answered questions, filled out forms and signed releases until she had no conception at all of what she was doing.<br /><br />The bemused woman remembered hearing a secretary say, "Ward three and ask for Dr. Parley."<br />Joanne somehow found Dr~ Parley, a youngish man about twenty-four and sandy-haired. He seemed to have a tired look about him. But that tiredness quickly vanished as he watched Joanne approach him. His eyes drank hi her every contour, the way she walked, the wiggle of her ass, the to and fro swaying of her braless fits. And even her unkempt ~hair couldn't hide the beauty of her face or the luster of her golden locks.<br /><br />Parley knew a good thing when he saw it. And Joanne was about the best-looking broad he'd come across since he'd started to work at Corinth General.<br /><br />"Dr. Farley?" Joanne finally picked out the nametag on the doctor's shirt pocket.<br /><br />"Sure am. What can I do for you?" Dr. Parley slipped the clipboard he was carrying under one arm and hooked his fingers through his belt, his fingers pointing downwards.<br /><br />"Lee King was admitted last night, and the people down in admitting told me to ask you...uh..." Joanne's voice trailed off. All of this was so confusing to her.<br /><br />Fancy sensed how shaken Joanne was and immediately said, "Why don't we just step into the lounge here and talk about it?" There was a gleam in his eye that Joanne missed completely.<br /><br />They seated themselves on the slick, cold orange vinyl chairs of the waiting room. Joanne waited for Dr. Parley to speak.<br /><br />Finally, he cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the swell of Joanne's boobs. "Your husband, I assume it is your husband, yes, well, your husband is iii very serious condition. His temple was crushed by the blow and certain membrane in his brain had been ruptured. To make a long story short-and cutting out all the medical jargon-he's bleeding into his brain. Right now he's in a coma and unless a very delicate operation is performed within the next forty-eight hours, he'll die. And it won't be pleasant," Dr. Fancy added, with some gusto.<br /><br />"Is there anyone who can do the operation here in Corinth?"<br />Parley smoothed his starched shirt and straightened slightly. "Of course, my dear, of course. I've done considerable reading on this and-"<br />"Then you could do the operation?" Joanne wasn't suit if she w~ elated or dejected. She had begun to despise Lee, and letting him die would be an easy way out. But he was still her husband, for better or for worse, as the marriage vow went.<br /><br />"Well, let's say it's within my capabilities, but<br />you realize that skilled surgeons don't come cheap. The operation will cost you close to $50,000. My fee alone would be almost half that."<br />Farley waited to see what the reaction would be. He smiled slightly at the shocked look on Joanne's face.<br /><br />She turned white as a sheet as she said, "I don't have that kind of money . . . and we don't have any hospitalization, either."<br />Farley almost rubbed his hands together in glee. He had another pigeon on the hook!<br />"Well, my dear, I might be persuaded to do the operation for other considerations. You realize that I spend a lot of time here and what good's all that money really going to do me? Uncle Sugar's just take it in taxes. How about a little trade?"<br />The way he said it left little doubt as to his meaning.<br /><br />Joanne 'King recoiled slightly from the young doctor. "Are you suggesting that we..." Her voice trailed off in disbelief. Then she began to consider what was at stake. There was no way she could afford Lee's operation. And he'd die if she didn't do something quick.<br /><br />And here was a horny and not too bad-looking doctor offering her the operation in return for putting out.<br /><br />"You'd cancel all of your fee?" she asked incredulously. It seemed too good to be true. And it was.<br /><br />"Hardly, my dear, hardly. I may be horny, but I've got to eat. I'll do the operation for two grand instead of twenty-five. You've got to admit that's a damn good deal.- As to the other doctors, you'll have to work it out with them."<br /><br />Joanne's voice was timid, meek. "All right. I'll do it. For Lee." She couldn't imagine why she'd be willing to sell her body, even to this good-looking young doctor for her husband, but she was going to just the same. Duty was her only excuse.<br /><br />"Excellent! Now, Joanne, if I can call you that, let's go to a more secluded spot." Parley was rubbing his hands together now in undisguised anticipation of fucking this lovely woman.<br /><br />He firmly took her arm and guided her down one of the white sterile hallways, peering into one worn after another until he found one that was empty. Parley held the door open and Joanne hesitantly went in.<br /><br />The room was empty except for a single hospital bed.<br /><br />Parley began unbuttoning his tunic as he said, "No one'll bother us. As long as you don't press the call buzzer!" He laughed at his own little joke as he stripped off his tunic and stepped out of his trousers.<br /><br />Joanne watched in mute fascination. Parley was a pretty well-hung stud. She had to admit that. And his prick was not-so-slowly elevating itself into an iron-hard, throbbing rod.<br /><br />"Don't just stand there, Joanne. Strip!" The snap of command cut into Joanne's brain like a. scalpel. She began to unbutton the front of her dress.<br /><br />She could hear Farley licking his lips with ill-suppressed lust when he saw her mountainous tits tumble out from their fabric prison. In spite of herself, the sight of Parley's steely prick with its purple plum of a knob gleaming wickedly at her made her hot, uncomfortable. She felt herself<br />growing wet in the crotch. And her nipples began to expand with the added blood that pumped wildly from her heart.<br /><br />In seconds, her nipples were erect and pointing fingers of lust that did nothing but add to Fancy's already huge lust for her.<br /><br />The young doctor did nothing but wait until Joanne had completely shed her dress. Naked, she stood before him.<br /><br />"Turn around," he ordered. "I want to take a good look at you.~~<br />Joanne obeyed without question. If this guy was willing to give up over twenty grand just to fuck her, she'd give him any kind of a show he wanted. The thought still dulled her mind; who would blow that kind of bread for a simple balling?<br />Farley sat on the edge of the hard bed and ogled the lovely woman. Joanne may have been approaching middle age, she didn't have any of the age lines or baggy skin flaps that so often marked entry into that era of life. Her skin was radiant, taut and creamy white except for the red mars on her body that Lee had inflicted the night before. Farley didn't seem to notice those.<br /><br />His eyes were too eagerly drinking in the beauty of Joanne's high, firm jugs. As she slowly turned, they swung to and fro in the mast provocative manner possible. The ruddy areolas with the fiery-red nipples thrusting up in their centers traced out invisible figure eights in the air in front of her body.<br /><br />Those snowy cones could have held Farley's attention all day long. He relished boobs like few men ever could. He loved the symmetry, the way those fits seemed to beg to be- sucked, gnawed on,<br />manhandled.<br /><br />But he forced himself to lower his gaze. Fancy wanted to take in as much of his gorgeous broad as he could. He wanted to drink in the full beauty of her body, then fuck the hell out of her!<br />Joanne's waist was trim, narrow. Not a single extra inch or ounce of flab to be seen. The deep depression of her belly button seemed to call out to the sex-crazed doctor, but when he saw the golden mat of her muff, all thoughts of her slightly domed stomach died.<br /><br />That tiny triangle of fleecy pussy hair seemed to point down to Joanne's snatch like a road sign. Parley's eyes followed to that forbidden area between the woman's creamy thighs. His mouth began to water like a gourmet seated before a succulent meal.<br /><br />But Parley's meal was far more succulent, tastier, more satisfying<br />He knew then and there that he'd fuck Joanne until his cock fell off from overuse!<br />"Okay, baby, enough of the burly show. Get your ass over here and on the bed."<br />Joanne was still hesitant about selling her body like this. And yet, what whore had ever been offered so much for a balling? And for such a worthy reason?<br />"Anything you say, Dr. Parley." Joanne didn't miss the purplish plum that seemed to grow and expand with every beat of the man's heart. The doctor's cock was huge and pawing larger with passion every instant. It seemed like a good thing to the woman to try to string Parley out as long as she could. If she gave him a ride he'd remember for a long time, he might forget about the cost of the operation.<br /><br />"Call me Chuck." Parley reached out and gently stroked Joanne's flanks. The smooth, slightly sweaty skin under his strong hands trembled.<br /><br />When he gripped her boobs and began to massage and squeeze, the erectile nubbins of nipple sprang to attention. The tiny buttons hardened even more and begged to be popped into his mouth..<br /><br />Parley was only a man. He couldn't resist such tasty treats. With the eagerness of a man starved for weeks, he greedily stuffed one of Joanne's jugs into his mouth. The sheer size of the tit made -it impossible for him to get the entire pilowy mound into his mouth, but he tried. Damn, did he try!<br />Joanne's jug was simply too large to completely fit into his mouth. Farley's teeth gouged red furrows into the slopes of Joanne's Ut until she squealed with gee. The feelings lancing down into her chest were indescribable. A white-hot poker of delight burned into her body. Her nerve endings seemed to spring alive with lust for this young doctor. She realized that the way he was gnawing and twisting her boobs, she'd soon be begging him for more.<br /><br />More, ever more. And then she'd be pleading with him to fuck her. To stuff his huge cock into her fuck-hole. She could feel the entire area around her cunt frothing and boiling with her juices. Joanne was turning on and she couldn't help herself. She tried to convince herself that this was for Lee, that this prostitution was necessary.<br /><br />But her body told her differently. Her body was exalting in the wonderful carnality of getting laid. She needed anyone to fuck her. It would erase some<br />of the hurt that Lee had put on her the night before.<br /><br />Parley's tongue lashed out and stabbed into the pebble-hard nipple he had sucked into his mouth. It drove Joanne wild. She gasped and began to thrash about on the hard bed.<br /><br />The woman moaned out her passions. "Please fuck me, oh, please! I need your cock in me, Chuck! FUCK ME! PLEASE!"<br />The doctor would have smiled if he hadn't had his mouth occupied with Joanne's left tit. He didn't want to stop sucking or tonguing that luscious mound of flesh. All he wanted was to taste Joanne like a connoisseur sampling a fine wine.<br /><br />The woman's body had begun to sweat under the carnal assaults of Parley's tongue. The man lapped up the briny mixture with a relish one usually reserved for a favorite dessert. His tongue raced round and round the tiny lust button on the top of Joanne's boob. The woman squealed and wiggled and shrieked. Still Farley continued to suck and run his tongue across the bumpy plane that surrounded her nipple.<br /><br />With a lightning-quick thrust of his tongue, Farley tried to push the nipple completely down into the soft, doughy mound of her Ut. At the same time, he closed his jaws slightly and bit into Joanne's boob. The combined action 6f his tongue on her nipple and the teeth on the sensitive flesh of her conical jug made Joanne arch her back.<br /><br />"Puck me, damn you, flick me!" she cried over and over as passions locked inside her voluptuous body were unlocked. And the key to that unlocking was Chuck Parley's tongue, that dextrous, agile tongue that lavished carnal care all<br />over her boobs.<br /><br />Gnawing and tonguing a tit wasn't enough for the young doctor. He allowed his hands to roam Joanne's body, searching out the most provocative places he could find. His hands lingered for a moment on her belly. He felt the heaving, tossing action of her stomach muscles and knew it would be paradise once he got inside her cunt. Those muscles had been trained to grip and hold a man's prick with vise-lock force. He diddled for a couple seconds with that sexy belly button before sliding his hand lower to the mat of silky pussy hair.<br /><br />The soft hair that he ground under his hand was already wet with Joanne's cunt juices. Parley didn't have to be told that Joanne desperately wanted him to shove 'his massive cock all the way up her steaming, hungry cunt. The wetness in her crotch was enough to spur him on.<br /><br />His fingers were soon coated with the woman's slick, oily secretions. lie began stroking back and forth across Joanne's gash. He could feel the tiny pulsing in her cuntlips each time her heart throbbed a wild beat, a wild beat of uncontrollable lust for him.<br /><br />He spread the pussylips slightly, feeling the delicate tissues lurking just inside the woman's cunt. Joanne's entire body WAS filled with electric surges when Parley lightly caressed her bloated labes.<br /><br />The pinkly scalloped, delicate inner lips were the key to much of her sexual sensations.. Fireworks exploded in her brain. Her breathing became tortured and she could only gasp in air with small, shuddery gulps. How desperately she wanted. to scream out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" but she<br />couldn't.<br /><br />'Her voice had left her. She was totally seized with passion and was unable to do more than sigh and groan in sheer pleasure at the feelings blasting into her body. The warmth of Farley's hard, yet oddly gentle hand soothed her-and drove her to the heights of arousal. The tiny tendrils of warmth that had trickled down into her belly when his hand rested on her stomach suddenly turned to flaming arrows shot into her cunt as he diddled with her flick-hole.<br /><br />Joanne wiggled and twisted on the bed in an attempt to get more of Parley's hand into her cunt. Just the first knuckle of his index finger didn't make it. She wanted more.<br /><br />She wanted his cock!<br />As if sensing what he was doing to the woman, Farley perversely refused to speed up his fondling. He made a slow circuit around her fur-rimmed cunt, then went back and dabbled her cunt juice all over the now erect and straining spire of Joanne's cit. Farley looped his index finger around Joanne's passion-bud and stroked.<br /><br />He started at the base of her cit. As he slowly worked up its tiny length, he tightened his grip. Joanne was driven into a wild sexual frenzy.<br /><br />She bucked and thrashed and shoved her hips upward as hard as she could. Joanne needed more of this. She wanted the utmost of stimulation. She wanted to be fucked.<br /><br />As she was choking out the words she had tried to say before, orgasm seized her in its granite grip. The ice and iron of complete climax ravaged her body, raping her senses. The world was blotted out as her body seemed to be set on fire with napalm.<br /><br />CHAPTER SIX<br /><br />As Joanne's orgasm died down, she felt Farley's questing fingers run back along her perineum. That sensitive section of skin between her asshole and cunt burned like it had been dipped into a vat of acid. The lightest touch was agony-and joy.<br /><br />When Farley. crammed his finger into her asshole, Joanne came again. The feeling of that digit fucking in and out of her bung triggered another set of sensations in her body.. She felt as if a six-inch railroad spike had been thrust into her ass.<br /><br />As this climax abated, Joanne -vaguely heard Farley mutter, "Go on, baby, spread those lovely white thighs. I want to get in and give you the fucking of your life.<br /><br />The automatic response was to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. Joanne wanted nothing else at the moment except to be fucked by the<br />doctor. The sides of her leg pressed firmly into the hard surface of the bed, she lifted her butt off the bed enough for Parley's massive cock to surge into her dribbling omit.<br /><br />Joanne thought she would pass out from the shock of his entry.. Her cunt was still sensitive from the previous night's rape. But there was no denying the fact that Fancy was one hell of a stud. He was hung and his cock was huge.<br /><br />The woman felt as if her cunt were being ripped apart. She could feel the broad crown of Parley's cock racing up her flack tunnel. The pulsing, jerking rod excited her as it rammed home and the man's balls slapped wetly against her ass. Fully inside her, his cock twitched and wiggled with a life of its own.<br /><br />The stimulation Joanne got was indescribably erotic. She could even feel the thick blue vein standing out on the top of the doctor's prick. But most of all, she could feel the slow back and forth motion Parley had started.<br /><br />It wasn't a true flicking rhythm. Not yet.<br /><br />This was more subtle. Her cunt walls could sense<br />it. Joanne's brain could register the tiny motions, round and round, back and forth. But it wasn't the MI-force, all-out flicking she so badly needed.<br /><br />This was teasing her. It was giving her an idea of what was to come.<br /><br />Parley was playing with her like he might sonic living, breathing, screwing toy.<br /><br />"Ready for me to really fuck you?" the doctor gasped out. His own passions had driven him to the point where he had to get off soon. But he wasn't willing to stop his little game with her until the last possible moment. Farley loved to hear his women<br />beg him for his cock. It added spice to the game, made him feel good deep down inside if he knew they desperately wanted him.<br /><br />"Yeeees, damn you, yes! Puck me!"<br />"You asked for it, baby!"<br />With those words, the tiny, featherlike motions ceased. Farley began to stoke in and out of Joanne's fiery cunt with mighty, pistonlike moves. Each time his prick, slipped out of her snatch, a lewd sucking noise- could be heard throughout the room. The slurping noise added stimulus to the act.<br /><br />Parley could feel the suction on his dick as he tried to pull out of her hole. Joanne's cunt seemed to collapse around his prick. She didn't want him to ever leave that snug, warm berth. The suction he created by retreating tried to pull his guts' put through the end of his cock. The warmth of the woman's cunt seeped into his dick and funneled the heat all the way to his straining balls. And the smacking noise of his wet withdrawal added spice to the fucking.<br /><br />But it was ramming his dong into Joanne s wanton <cunt as hard as he could that delighted Parley. This was where it was at. This was the purpose of a man having a cock and a woman having a cunt.<br /><br />Fucking.<br /><br />Wild, uninhibited fucking.<br /><br />Joanne knew every time the man shoved his massive dong into her snatch. The nerves up and down her cunt walls screamed with joy. The friction burned and soared at her innards. She felt more alive than she'd ever felt before. This was living. This was what it was all about.<br /><br />She was enjoying getting fucked!<br /><br />No matter that she was being turned into a whore. No matter that she was doing this against her on will for a husband she no longer loved. The sheer physical act of screwing was all that truly mattered to her. Parley was a cockaman of nrc ability. He knew how best to turn her on and keep her humming with sexual energy.<br /><br />And his flicking in and out of her cunt made her burn with desire for him. Joanne bucked up to meet his every forward thrust. She felt his prick smash through her twat, ignite fires of passion deep inside her cunt. Her spine began to tingle, then flare with the messages of delight that blasted into her brain.<br /><br />Joanne came again.<br /><br />Fancy continued to fuck even when the convulsing waves of orgasm hit Joanne's cunt. The pussy walls clamped down on his driving dong with demonic fury. But he loved every second of this sweet torture. He reveled in the sensuous feeling of having his prong smashed flat by the powerful muscles in this woman's flick-hole.<br /><br />The cunt juice that dribbled out of Joanne's pussy around the fleshy plug of Fancy's cock made a giant wet spot on the bed sheets. But neither of them gave a damn.<br /><br />All that mattered was the supreme feelings flooding their bodies. Parley's balls hardened, then began to churn and roil with overheated sperm.<br /><br />With a low grunt, Farley came. His cum blasted out and creamed the walls of Joanne's cunt with the fury of a berserk firehose. He spurted gallon after gallon of his seed into her yearning, hungry pussy. And, she took every bit of it and demanded<br />more! <br /><br />Parley felt his pumping cock tire, then falter. He was exhausted, drained. He'd had a great ride on this sexy woman. He couldn't really put that down. But he was greedy. He wanted. more.<br /><br />The doctor straightened himself up on his arms and gazed down at the radiant, glowing face of Joanne. Funny, the doctor thought, how a broad seemed to shine after getting a damn good• fucking.<br /><br />As he watched hers his cock began to deflate and soon dribbled out of Joanne's cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice. It didn't take a genius to know that the chick was still hot to trot.<br /><br />And Farley wasn't the kind of guy who'd ever pass up an opportunity like this!<br />"All right, baby, on your knees and - start licking!"<br />Joanne's eyes fluttered open and it took a couple seconds for her to focus properly.<br /><br />"What? What's that?"<br />"You heard me. On your knees and lick my cock off. It's got all of your slime on it. And it should be cleaned off."<br />Joanne looked down to the limp snake of a prick that dangled between Farley's hairy legs. His dick was coated with cum and the viscous juice of her lust.<br /><br />But to lick it off?<br />"Is this part of the deal? I mean, me licking off all that stuff? Or do I get more of a discount on your bill?"<br />"Hell, lady, you drive a hard bargain. So, okay, I'll do this as a charity gig. Now lick!"<br />Joanne slithered off the bed %and. knelt between the doctor's legs. Hesitantly rat first, then with increasing Leourage, she licked- and kissed at the<br />limp prong that had just emptied into her cunt.<br /><br />The acrid taste instantly assailed her taste buds. As she dragged her tongue over the slippery cock, she tasted not only Parley's cunt but her own cunt juices as well. She had to admit the taste wasn't all that bad.<br /><br />As soon as she discovered that this meaty popsicle could actually taste good, she began licking and sucking with renewed fervor. Soon, she had Parley gasping with pleasure. Joanne ran her tongue up and down the flaccid rod until she felt the vague rumblings deep inside of another hard-on.<br /><br />It was a surprise to both of them when the man's cock began to grow and harden after only a few minutes of expert sucking. By this time, all of his cum and Joanne's pussy oils had been licked off. And Joanne was able to luxuriate in nothing but the taste of an aroused male prick.<br /><br />Farley felt the familiar embers in his balls burst into flame once again. It was amazing how quickly he had gotten his hard-on back. He'd fucked one of the tightest, hottest chicks he'd ever found. Now, he was getting head from her-and his cock was as hard and rigid as ever!<br />It was paradise.<br /><br />Parley muttered, "Keep on sucking, keep on sucking. You're making it feel so damn goood!"<br />Joanne's lips curled upwards slightly in a smile. She'd get that operation done for nothing. And enjoy the barter!<br />Her tongue swirled around the crown of Parley's prick, not missing a single square inch of meaf She played with the sensitive flap of skin just under the cockhead, then tried to shove her tongue down the<br />tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his rod. She knew that she couldn't possibly get her pink, dextrous tongue down that tiny cum-slit, but it didn't matter.<br /><br />The stimulation they both got out of the blowjob was all that mattered.<br /><br />When she had. Farley continually gasping in reaction at her oral acrobatics on the knob of his dick, she began moving her mouth down his shaft. Joanne lightly nipped and teased the skin until it was so taut and tight along Farley's cock that it was impossible for her to use her teeth without injuring the doctor.<br /><br />When she got to his hairy balls, she found them tightly compressed. Her tongue flashed out and lavished feathery touches all around the tiny sac containing Farley's precious jewels.<br /><br />Farley was wild with desire by now. The wet, roughness ~all up and down his prick was great, but when Joanne began tonguing his balls, he almost came. The young doctor managed to restrain himself for a few minutes, but knew it was only a matter of time before he blasted out another load of his fiery cum.<br /><br />"Damn, but you can give good head!" he mumbled between compressed. lips. And he meant<br />it. He'd pulled this trip on any number of willing chicks, but Joanne was the first to get his dick this hard so fast after the frenetic fucking they'd just enjoyed.<br /><br />Joanne's hot breath rustled through the forest of his crotch hair and stimulated the man even more. He was lost in a paradise of sheer carnal sensations.<br /><br />Sooner than Farley had anticipated or wanted, he came again. His prick stiffened even more and<br />then spurted out three or four huge gobs of flick juice.<br /><br />Joanne eagerly licked each and every drop up as it emerged from the tip of his dick. The slithery, rough wetness playing across the tip of his dick heightened .Farley's orgasm. The rigid clamp on all of his muscles soon passed and he fell back on the bed, exhausted.<br /><br />This was the first time in more years than he cared to remember that a broad had worn him out. He knew it would have been impossible to get a hard-on again for a third try, no matter how much he wanted it. Joanne was hell on wheels either flicking or giving a blowjob.<br /><br />"Well, how was it?" Joanne demanded.<br /><br />"I've had enough, thank you. You're damn good with that tongue. And you got one of the tightest cunts I've ever felt. Your husband was a hicky dude."<br />Parley began puffing on his hospital garb.<br /><br />As he fastened the last button on his tunic, Joanne asked, "Then you will do the operation for nothing?"<br />Parley looked at the woman, an evil leer on his lips. "Lady, I'm only an intern in this place. Your husband's be deader than a doornail then seconds after I put a knife to him. And I don't know diddly shit about brain operations. They just had me doing some of the preliminary tests to see what was wrong with him-part of my training as a doctor."<br />Joanne felt as if someone had hit her in the stomach with a fifteen-pound sledgehammer.<br /><br />'... you mean that you're not the one who'd do the operation? That all of this was a<br />hype?"<br />"Lady, if I talked real sweet, to the administrators, they might let me watch the operation-from another room. But touch a scalpel during the operation? No way!"<br />Farley began to laugh loudly as he walked to the door. He paused, turned and looked back at the half-clad Joanne.<br /><br />With a smug look on his face, he told her, "You might be able to work out some kind of deal with old man Whittsker. He'd be the one doing the operation. But I doubt it. He's sixty-five years old and hasn't thought about anything as great as flicking in a dozen years."<br />Joanne listened to the door whoosh shut and waited until the soft footsteps of the intern had receded to the point where she couldn't hear them any longer before she started to cry.<br /><br />She'd just been screwed-in more ways than one. And she wasn't any better off for it than when she'd started.<br /><br />CHAFFER SEVEN<br /><br />Joanne was still drying the tears running down her face when Eddie met her at the front door.<br /><br />He demanded, "Mom! What's wrong? What happened?" He both hoped and feared that his father had died. He didn't care for the bastard in the least, but he didn't want to see his mother put through unnecessary sorrow, either.<br /><br />"Eddie! It was horrible! he. . . he made me do all sorts of terrible things!" In a flurry of words, Joanne explained what Parley had done, what he had made her do.<br /><br />Eddie seethed but knew there WSS little he could do about it Thoughts of waiting oUtside the hospital and stomping the hell out of the lying and lecherous intern craned his mind, but what good would that really do? The damage had been done.<br /><br />"What do you want mc to do, Mom? I can go<br />and file some kind of a report with the cops. But you know that'1l be a waste of time. They never even bother checking up on stories like this. Besides, you did sort of agree to things before they got started."<br />Joanne was miserable. If she'd only checked to be sure that Farley was the doctor assigned to the case. But in her shock and confusion, such things were so distant. And Farley had taken advantage of her by proclaiming himself to be in charge. Who would ever think a doctor would lie about something like that for his own ends?<br />Eddie knew that doctors were human just like anyone else, but he somehow had never imagined them pulling a rotten trick like that on a woman who was too distraught to do anything about it. He had to admit, though, that this was the very type of person most inclined to put out for a horny intern. And he couldn't blame Fancy all that much. The poor guy had probably been working twelve on and twelve off for a long time.<br /><br />And Joanne was a knockout. Eddie could barely take his eyes off his own mother. The rumblings deep down in his crotch bothered him a little. He, Edward P.S. King, lusting after his own mother!<br />The thought frightened him a little, and yet why the hell not? Hadn't he already fucked his own sister? He did admit that screwing his own mother was in a different league altogether. It seemed really kinky, and yet...<br /><br />Joanne looked so much like Ann it was painful. Doubly so when Eddie felt the bulge in his jeans begin to grow. No, he couldn't really blame Farley for wanting to fuck Joanne King. Not at all, especially since that was the very thing he was<br />thinking himself.<br /><br />Trying to take his mind off his mother's firm, well-formed body and the unconscious way she wiggled her ass when she moved, Eddie said, "I think it's about time we had a little talk. About... him." Eddie still couldn't bring himself around to calling Lee his father, even if it were true.<br /><br />"What do we really have to talk about? Lee needs the operation. And that fifty-thousand-dollar figure seems to be right. I managed to check up on it before I left the hospital. I talked with the surgeon who was really in charge, and Dr. Gross said that fifty grand was even a low estimate."<br />"That's what I mean, Mom. Is it worth the money to even try and save him?" Eddie's own answer was an emphatic "NO!" but he had to jet his mother to agree. After all, it was her husband whose life was hanging in the balance.<br /><br />"I don't know, Eddie. What do you think? You're the man in the family now and you should have some say-so." Joanne was desperately looking for someone to make the hard decision far her. And Eddie was the only man around she could turn to.<br /><br />Eddie thought for a few seconds before answering. J'I don't believe we can handle it. First of all, where'd we get the money? Lee's already got a second mortgage on the house. If you sold everything we might just about break even. Maybe. And my job's enough to support me but not a bunch of bills in addition to just staying in food and keeping a roof over our heads.<br /><br />"Ann's job is only part-time. You can't really expect her yo<br />work full time just to pay off a huge hospital bill. Not after what Lee's done to her.<br /><br />"But we just can't let him die!"<br />"Why not?" came the only words, the words that rang of truth.<br /><br />"He's your father! He's my husband, that's why!"<br />"I say he stopped being my father a long time ago. And the night he raped you and Ann. . . I think he stopped being anything at all to us then."<br />"But to let any human being just die without trying to save them is a sin!" Joanne protested.<br /><br />"Can you save all the starving children of the world? Do you even want to try if it were possible? They'd just breed and make the next population even larger and harder to feed. The same thing works here. If Lee's saved, will things be any better or will he get worse, drink more and make life a living hell for us? For you?"<br />Joanne fell silent.<br /><br />"Face it, Mom, we got to look after ourselves. And did the doctor say what the chances were for complete recovery? What happens if we spend the money for the operation and Lee dies anyway? We're out the bread and all we have is the dubious satisfaction of frying to save him and a pile of bills we'll never be able to pay off."<br />Joanne mutely nodded her head in agreement.<br /><br />"Or consider a case that's even worse. What happens if the operation saves his life and he's turned; into a vegetable. That's got to be a possible outcome. Would you like to tend a man who'd been turned into a giant vegetable the rest of your life? Or put him in a nursing home that would add to the financial burdens?!'<br /><br />'All I can say, Eddie, is that he's your father." She added in a lower voice, "And my husband."<br />"That's true, but does he even deserve the chance to live after what he's done?"<br />"You can't be judge, jury and executioner!" Joanne snapped.<br /><br />"Why the hell not?" Eddie retorted. "Wasn't he doing just that when I came in last night? Is he any better than we are? And he was doing everything from sheer malice. He hates our guts or he wouldn't have done any of those rotten things to you, then raped Ann while you were forced to watch. The man's not even fit to be called human. He's an animal. I don't know, maybe turning him into a vegetable is an improvement. Vegetables don't hurt anyone."<br />Eddie had had his say and lapsed back into silence. His eyes never left his mother. She had plopped down into a huge chair. Sometime during the heated argument, the top two buttons of her dress had come undone. The tantalizing glimpses Eddie was being given of her boobs made his prick begin to stir and stiffen again. He tried to keep his mind off the mounds of flesh that were partially revealed to him.<br /><br />It was a losing battle. Every time Joanne moved, she exposed a different section of her trim, firm boobs. Boobs that didn't need the cloth prison of a bra. Few women were able to go without a bra; Joanne was one. Eddie marveled at the firmness that allowed her tits to sway gently back and forth but never sag.<br /><br />The nipples prodded firmly outward against the fabric of her simple dress and further aroused the youth. He wondered if his mother noticed the<br />tenting of his jeans. His crotch began to burn with lust.<br /><br />Eddie tried to restrain himself. Screwing Ann was one thing. She may have been his sister, but they were always close. It seemed natural. But flicking his own mother? That had to remain some fantasy that lurked in the back of his mind. It simply had to stay hidden.<br /><br />Joanne slumped back into the chair and stretched her legs out in front of her. Eddie's cock did another flip-flop in reaction to the sight. Those legs! Slender calves, well-formed legs and the thighs that disappeared up under the short hemline really turned him on.<br /><br />They were creamy, smooth and appealing thighs. They looked soft, tender. How he wished he could be stroking them, slowly, gently. And then working his way up to the platinum-furred mound that was the gateway into Joanne's cunt.<br /><br />Eddie wondered if his mother would ever have the same lust for him that he now held for her. He knew he wasn't that bad-looking, but a woman as attractive as his mother wouldn't have any troubles finding a thousand guys her own age willing to call her if she wanted.<br /><br />Joanne, in spite of being so hung up on Lee, was an independent woman with whom any man could make - long, interesting and incredibly stimulating love..<br /><br />Eddie was positive about that.<br /><br />His reverie was shattered by Joanne's low voice. "1 can't make the decision right now, Eddie. I... I'm still too close to everything. And what happened today at the hospital. I ... oh, hell!"<br />Joanne suddenly stood and started down the<br />hallway, crying loudly. Eddie Was on his feet in an instant and clutched his mother to his body. He had to try quieting her down. Being hysterical wouldn't salve any of their problems.<br /><br />"Hush, Mom, hush. Now just calm down. Cool<br />it. Everything'll work out okay. Just wait and see." Eddie was surprised and pleased in a perverse<br />sort of way that his mother's dress had become unbuttoned all the way down the front. Her tits were barely hidden by the thin fabric. Eddie found one of his hands covering her right boob. And she didn't seem to mind at all.<br /><br />Joanne clutched wildly at Eddie, throwing her arms around his neck. "Please help me, Eddie. I need you so much. I need you so goddamn much you'll never understand it"<br />Eddie eased her down to the sofa and, before he could fully understand what he was doing, had kissed her full on the lips.<br /><br />For a brief moment, their lips merely touched. Then, Joanne's lips parted and Eddie's tongue sailed into her mouth. Their tongues began a restless, relentless, even desperate swirling around and around. They touched and caressed, but their tongues did the real job of telling the other how they felt, what they needed.<br /><br />Eddie's tongue slowly stroked back and forth along the underside of Joanne's. The wet roughness of his tongue seemed to stimulate her. Joanne began to gasp and suck in air in deep, heavy drafts. Eddie could feel her heart begin to pound wildly under the shirt that he had never released from its firm grip under his hand.<br /><br />Their tongues began to dash in and out of the other's mouth. Soon, the mock fucking had lighted<br /><br />Eddie's fires to the point where his cock was reaching the breaking point. If it didn't escape the prison of his jeans, he knew his rod would rupture at the seams and spew out cum from the sides instead of the tiny hole drilled in the end of his prick.<br /><br />As if reading his mind, Joanne reached down and unzipped his fly. Like a switchblade opening, his dong snapped out into the air. The fleshy shaft was immediately grabbed by Joanne. She began stroking up and down the pecker as if it were the nicest thing in the world she'd ever found and she didn't want to ever let it loose again.<br /><br />Eddie didn't mind. Not at all!<br />His own hands were busy slipping the dress from Joanne's shoulders. The material got in his way. As their tongues played hide and seek in the carnal playground of their mouths, his hands began to massage and manipulate his mother's tits. Those wondrous jugs that had turned him on the instant she had walked in the door.<br /><br />His fingers clamped down on the tiny mushrooms perched on the tops of each boob. Under his careful squeezing and tweaking, the nipples turned into marble-hard nubbins that throbbed with lust. Eddie's cock stiffened even more when he realized that he was the one responsible for his mother's arousal.<br /><br />He was the stud who was giving her the pleasure she had never found with Lee King.<br /><br />Eddie almost came at the sudden realization that his innermost dream was about to be realized. That he would be fucking his own mother in a matter of minutes!<br />Eddie was silently grateful to his mother. He<br />had felt the crown of his pecker begin to expand just before he blasted out his seed. She had pinched down ~nt1y just behind the broad, purpled head of his cock and stopped the premature ejaculation.<br /><br />Eddie King took in a deep breath and settled don to flick his mother as long and hard and expertly as he could. He was no virgin. He'd been around. He'd show her exactly what he could do to please a woman-even one as special as his on mother!<br />Joanne seemed to understand instinctively what was going through Eddie's mind. Without a word she began to strip him of his clothes. In the twinkling of an eye, both were naked and sprawled on the soft carpet of the living-room floor in a passionate embrace.<br /><br />Eddie felt his body sliding against the smooth skin of his mother's body. A thin sheen of sweat seemed to lubricate the motion as he moved his prick up and down against the softness of her inner thigh. He made sure his prong never touched her pussylips. He knew no amount of self-control would hold him back if he felt the hat juices dribbling from her cunt.<br /><br />Joanne's brain was in a completely chaotic state. She was confused. She wasn't certain what she was doing. All she knew for certain was that it felt good to have Eddie's mouth on hers. His tongue moving in and out of her mouth made her forget her troubles. And his hands on her big tits was just the treatment she needed to forget the evil intern who had tricked her earlier that day.<br /><br />Joanne King was satisfied to go along for the ride.<br /><br />She pulled her mouth away from Eddie's to tell him in a husky whisper, "Eddie, fuck me good! Please, I need it. Your cock! I need it in me!"<br />Her son didn't seem to hear. The pounding of blood in his ears sounded like surf on the beach. All he could see was the jutting pinnacle of fit flesh on her heaving chest. Eddie's mouth rapidly encircled one of those summits and sucked the erect nubbin into his mouth. He began a slow, constant sucking that was designed to drive his mother out of her mind with passion for him.<br /><br />When Joanne felt Eddie's tongue begin to race around her nipple, she almost climaxed. The thrill of having her own son suckling at her tit again was kinky and thoroughly arousing to her. Each time his tongue lashed down to flick the- erect spire of nipple back and forth, she felt a surge of electricity volt through her chest and into her body.<br /><br />The warmth spread from a dozen points of contact with her son. His one hand continually stroked her side. The other hand clutched fiercely at her other jug. His stomach was pressed firmly against her, crushing her to the soft carpet under his weight.<br /><br />And along her leg traveled his massive cock. That throbbing, yearning, needful dong that longed to be shoved hard and fast into her steaming cunt.<br /><br />All the sensations smashed into her body and pushed her up the peak to orgasm.<br /><br />When Eddie's dick lightly brushed against her tit, Joanne came.<br /><br />She screamed out, "YESSSS! I'MMM COMMMIUNNGG!"<br />She fucked and humped and thrust her body hard against Eddie's in an attempt get his cock<br />into her hungry pussy. The positioning wasn't right, but it didn't matter that much. Eddie hung on and rode out the storm winds of his mother's orgasm. And Joanne was content with the force and intensity of her come.<br /><br />As his mother relaxed slightly, Eddie continued to suckle at the fit and prod lightly at her pussylips with his cock. He'd brought his own raging emotions under control now and could afford to play with the pink, blood-filled gash with his own pecker and not spew out his cum in an embarrassing way.<br /><br />"When do you want it?" Eddie demanded.<br /><br />"Want what?" said Joanne, still mind-dazed from her powerful orgasm.<br /><br />"This!" Eddie declared as he rammed his hips forward. The purpled tip of his cock speared dead center into Joanne's cunt. His prick parted her pussylips and plunged deep into her gushing flack-hole.<br /><br />Both gasped with the intensity of the teenager's initial entry. He hadn't intended to begin the flicking with this much force, but he had. It was as if he had plunged his shaft of lusty prick into a blast furnace, but a special blast furnace. A seething hot, juicy furnace that instantly clamped down hard on his meat. Eddie didn't think he could move at all with her powerful cunt muscles squeezing unmercifully down on his buried length of pecker.<br /><br />If Eddie had reacted with a sudden intake of breath, his rapid fucking into her cunt had ignited another orgasm in Joanne. One instant, her pussy was empty and needed for cock. The next, it was filled to overflowing with throbbing,<br />completely male prick.<br /><br />"Puck me, Eddie, fuck me good!" Joanne cried out passionately as soon as she had descended the slopes of another orgasm.<br /><br />Her son didn't have to be urged on. He had felt the powerful, convulsive grabbing at his buried cock during his mother's orgasm. He wanted more of' that. He wanted to feel the friction on his dick as it coursed up and down that hot, tight channel into his mother's body. He needed to feel her cunt totally pounding his rod as he fucked her.<br /><br />Eddie managed to pull back slightly. Then the idea occurred to him. He didn't have to completely and forcefully fuck his mother right away. He could enjoy his screw longer if he played a bit. The teenager began to pull his cock out of the sucking cunt a slow, agonizing inch at a time. It felt as if his guts would be sucked out through the tinj hole at the end of his dick, but he didn't care.<br /><br />His meat burned in spite of the flow of cunt juices bathing it. His balls seemed to be on fire. Acid seared his nerves and jolted him all up and down his spine. The blaze in his groin threatened to totally consume him in lust.<br /><br />The prickly feeling of his cock as he pulled it out made him feel good. He tinged with poorly concealed emotion, The boy wanted nothing more than to fuck. his mother crosseyed, but he refrained. He wanted even. more pleasure. Greedy, he wanted the maximum in carnal delights that he could get before his climax.<br /><br />Joanne wasn't about to complain if Eddie insisted on a slow, methodical flicking rhythm. She moaned constantly while he was pulling his plug of cock, out of her twat. The quiff sound<br />seemed to fill the air. She hadn't realized she was that juicy in the cunt, but she had to be to make that kind of noise. In an odd way, the sound stimulated her.<br /><br />When Eddie's broad knob remained just inside the pink, scalloped inner labes protecting Joanne's cunt, he paused. Then, he bunched the muscles in his butt and lower back and heaved forward with as much force as he could.<br /><br />His impact slid Joanne almost a foot along the rug. He buried his wang balls deep in the clutching, fevered cunt amid a low slurping noise. He felt the intense friction in spite of the prodigious amount of juice inside his mother's snatch. The embers in his groin blazed merrily away like full-blown forest fires. Eddie's cock was encased in a tight, seething hot female cunt.<br /><br />What more could he want?<br />He began rotating his hips, twitching and rocking back and forth to stimulate his mother to the fullest before pulling his rod out again.<br /><br />The youth succeeded. Joanne felt the mighty pillar of cock against the sensitive inner tissues of her cunt. The ripply pussy walls began to contract and clamp down on the invading prickshaft. She could feel the throbbing of the cock, every jerk it made when Eddie's excited heart pumped another load of blood into the pulsing rod.<br /><br />When he started rotating his cock inside her hale, the delicate gash and~ pussylips were alternately compressed and released. The pressure and motion of the cock against them almost drove her into a wild sexual frenzy. The sensations assaulting her body were unbelievably intense.<br /><br />It was a damn good fucking-pleasantly intense and stimulating beyond hex wildest imaginings.<br /><br />Joanne climaxed again.<br /><br />Eddie rode out the third orgasm and began to flick in and out of his mother's cunt with increasing need. He could no longer control his runaway passions. He had to get off and quick.<br /><br />But Joanne's arms encircled him, clutched at his ass and pulled his. tool even deeper into her boi as he fucked forward.<br /><br />Locked together they rolled over and over with Eddie's cock firmly anchored in its warm, tight berth of cunt. The rolling motion compressed the cunt walls ~even more around his dick. Eddie was guided in his fucking motions by Joanne's slender, cool-fingered hands on his rump. As he thrust forward, she pulled his rod in. As his prick slipped out of her twitching cunt, she pulled and tugged at his asscheeks.<br /><br />When his buns were pulled apart, Joanne would delve deep into his body, hunting for his balls, her Wrist between his asscheeks. The stimulation of his mother's hands on his ass and her groping fingers tickling his• tightly compressed balls was too, much for Eddie.<br /><br />The boy moaned and began to fuck uncontrollably into her cunt. His hips seemed to have been granted a life of their own. A life intent on nothing but fucking as hard and fast as possible into the tight cunt surrounding his pulsing cock.<br /><br />The burning tide of his cum inched >along his trick. Slowly at first, then with a speed that would have put a rocket to shame, his cum erupted. With blast after fiery white blast, he creamed the inside<br />of her quivering body.<br /><br />The cool fingers on his ass stroked up and down, fingering the coarse hair on his butt. Somehow, this both soothed and stimulated him. His cock was still rigid inside his mother's sperm-filled snatch.<br /><br />"Think I can make another go at it?" Eddie asked, his voice husky from his recent come.<br /><br />"I don't know. You're still as stiff as an iron bar." Joanne wiggled her hips in a provocative manner. It was then that Eddie knew he wasn't going to lose his hard-on, that he could fuck her for some time yet.<br /><br />His hips began pistoning back and forth. His prong sewimg to sing in joy as it penetrated deeply into his mother's body. Her cunt early sucked his dick in, was reluctant to allow it to escape.<br /><br />Eddie enjoyed the feeling of friction all up and down his rod. The warmth was offset somewhat by the cunt oils that Joanne seemed able to secrete in limitless quantities. Her quim overflowed with the juices and dribbled all over Eddie's hairy thighs.<br /><br />In a few minutes, his balls were drenched with the lust liquids. Although drained of their creamy burden, his balls valiantly tried to explode again. They failed, and only a thin stream of gooey cwii oozed out.<br /><br />But his continued flicking long after his balls were drained gave Joanne another orgasm. She felt the slippery lubricant from her cunt smeared all over her pussy mound. With Eddie fucking back and forth across her cit, she was filled with searing lances of pain and joy that always happened when her passion-bud was aroused.<br /><br />She clawed at Eddie's ass to pull his cock ever deeper into her convulsing tnt. She hunched her hips off the rug to take his prick deeper into her box. She rolled from side to side as she arched her back to get the deepest possible penetration.<br /><br />Eddie's entire eight inches of dick blasted into her flack-hole. Joanne cried out her passions with a soul-tearing, "AAAAIIIEEEE!" and then collapsed to the floor, completely drained.<br /><br />She gazed up at Eddie, her iron-grey eyes never wavering as she told him, "You're one hell of a good lay, kid who taught you?" -<br />Before Eddie could answer, a voice came from the doorway. "I did, of course!"<br /><br />CHAPTER EIGHT<br /><br />Eddie looked up, startled. Standing in the doorway was Ann. She had been watching while he and Joanne balled in the middle of the living-room rug. The girl didn't seem the least bit put off by the experience.<br /><br />Eddie wished he could have been as composed. Inside, his gut was churning and his emotions seethed. He hadn't really intended to seduce his own mother. It had been nothing more than simple comforting. Along the way, however, things had gotten out of hand.<br /><br />Eddie mumbled out, "You're home early today, aren't you, Ann?" It sounded silly to him but his mind refused to work right.<br /><br />Ann smiled cheerfully. "Yep. And it's good to see that there's a lot more to family togetherness than just us two."<br /><br />"What do you mean, Ann?" Joanne had propped herself up on her elbows watched the younger girl strut and preen herself.<br /><br />"Nothing really, Mom. Just that Eddie and I've been getting it on for a while. Good seeing that he's spreading around some of the action. His cock's just too heavenly to keep all to myself, no matter how greedy I get."<br />Eddie blushed for the first time in years.<br /><br />"Why, Eddie, you're embarrassed?" Ann taunted.<br /><br />"Just bare-assed, that's all," he retorted. He was beginning to get his wits back. The teenager wondered how far he could push his sister. She was acting the big shot right now with her wise-ass comments. What would she do if he called her bluff?<br />"Instead of standing around, why don't you come on down here and join us?" Eddie couldn't be any more blatant. He wanted Ann to know exactly that she would have to put out or shut up.<br /><br />It surprised him a little when she decided to put out. The young girl removed her clothing in a surprisingly quick time. Almost as if she were some escape artist, she skinned off her work shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans and dumped them on the floor. Her tiny red bra and bikini panties followed so fast, Eddie didn't even see the wet spot that had begun to spread on the crotch of her silk panties.<br /><br />"Well, gang, what're we going to do?" Ann demanded;<br />Joanne didn't seem to mind the addition of her own daughter to the already incestuous lovemaking. Aid Eddie found his cock stiffening again. It-was apparent that -he had no complaints, either.<br /><br />"Since there're three of us, let's do a little repositioning and see what we can come up with," Eddie said.<br /><br />Ann reached over and began stroking the ever-lengthening cock that grew from Eddie's crotch.<br /><br />"I see one thing that's coming up fast!" she cried.<br /><br />Ann was the one who ended up calling the shots. As long as she kept her firm, warm grip on his dick, Eddie wasn't going to argue. With a surprisingly fast move, Ann roiled over to her knees. She never let go of Eddie's prick but now she held it between her legt while she supported herself on her free hand.<br /><br />She presented an inviting ass for Eddie's close inspection. The smooth roundness of Ann's rump made Eddie's cock shiver and jerk convulsively. Eddie didn't mind his sister hanging onto his cock. He only wished that she'd let go long enough so he could move it to her soggy 7gash.<br /><br />Eddie wanted to fuck his sister doggie-style, and it was obvious she wasn't going to complain about it!<br />But Joanne was being left out. She slid across the rug and split her slender legs into a wide vee in front of her daughter.<br /><br />Ann looked down at the platinum-furred snatch in front of her face and began to lick her lips. The sight of that juicy quim was too much to resist. She collapsed to the floor so that she could get her tongue onto Joanne's succulent Nat.<br /><br />The instant her daughter's tongue began licking up and down her puffy slit, Joanne lay back on the floor and moaned. The feeling was sheer heaven to<br />her. Tickly, tingly and incredibly stimulating waves began to wash through her body. The slightest touch from Ann's tongue on her sensitive pussylips made Joanne's body quake in reaction.<br /><br />When Ann's rough, pink tongue found her mother's clit, Joanne thought she'd lose her mind. The stab of sweet agony jabbed into her belly. She shook with the carnal delight of the sensations hurtling into her. And the thought that she was allowing her own daughter to lick her pussy made everything seem kinky, even obscene.<br /><br />But Ann's quick tongue soon made coherent thinking impossible. All Joanne was able to think about was the wonderful feeling inside her. The warmth of her mint began to turn into a raging fire that threatened to consume her. The older woman screamed out, "UUUHHHH! OOOHHHH!" when her daughter's long tongue finally parted her cuntlips and rammed cock-hard into her twat. -<br />Ann's tongue was drenched with the slippery oils from her mother's cunt. She tasted the fluid, licked it carefully off her lips and decided she loved the flavor of cunt juice! She'd never tried it before.<br /><br />The teenager didn't know if her first lez experience was what was making her so hot or. whether it was her mother. Whatever it was, the thrill was undeniable.<br /><br />Ann whipped her tongue- around Joanne's pussy in a frenzied motion. The bristly hairs prickled and tickled her tongue, but the thick juice was worth the effort. Her nose pressed firmly. into Joanne's pussy mound, Ann managed to lick back and forth along the gushing slit formed by the two pink, bluish-tinted labes.<br /><br />She finally couldn't restrain her own inner urges any longer. Ann stuffed her tongue as hard and fast as she could into Joanne's cunt. The flood of lubricant almost drowned her-but what a way to go!<br />Ann heard her mother moan, then cry out as an organ ripped through her body. Ann felt the wrinkly cunt walls convulse and quiver as the erotic tides swept through her mother's body. The girl mn her tongue back and forth across the pussylips and tried to penetrate as far as she could into that mysterious hole of her mother's.<br /><br />Ann knew all about her own pussy. She'd explored it, diddled a lot and had enough boys cram their big, wonderful cocks into it to realize what sort of sensations could be started. But this ~as the first time she'd been able to see a cunt close up-very close up, nose-pressed-into-snatch close up.<br /><br />She murmured, "Ummm!" as her tongue swirled and delved deeper and deeper into Joanne's twat. The tasty treat that covered her tongue started to drive her wild with lust.<br /><br />The girl wanted to do everything she could to please her mother. But pleasing her seemed to be easy enough. All Ann had to do was continue her tongue-diddling. And the girl couldn't possibly deny that was a hell of a lot of fuck!<br />Eddie knew exactly how aroused Ann was getting by the pressure of her grip on his cock. He bad been inching over his sister's body and fondling her boobs while she stroked his prick. When the orgasm rippled throughout his mother's body, Ann shivered in reaction and clamped don on the cock in her hand with impressive strength<br /><br />"Oooow!" Eddie complained. "That hurts, dammit! Let me put it someplace else!"<br />Ann's hand went limp and released the rigid, steel-hard cock. She wanted that prong somewhere else-inside her own steamy cunt!<br />Eddie continued to fondle and massage his sister's boob with one hand. He found the dangling little mushroom of a nipple and squeezed down on it as hard as he could with thumb and forefinger.<br /><br />Ann moaned and shoved her butt back into his groin to let him know exactly what she wanted. Eddie took the ~hove in stride. His other hand caressed back along Ann's belly, found the tangled mat of her furry pussy mound, then began to stroke along the girl's cuntlips.<br /><br />"Oh, yes, Eddie!" Ann cried, taking her. mouth away from Joanne's snatch for a moment, "That's it! That's it!"<br />Eddie said nothing as his finger found the tiny crease he was searching for. A quick turn of his wrist parted the pussylips and his finger plunged far up Ann's quiff. The teenager's entire hand was soon covered with the slimy cunt juice that gushed out of his aroused sister's fuck-hole.<br /><br />He twirled his finger around inside her tight little snatch. Ann began moving her hips in the same direction. Eddie changed the direction of his finger-fucking to further stimulate the sensitive sex tissue at Ann's cunt mouth.. The girl appreciated the attention. Eddie could hear her moan around her own mouthful of pussy.<br /><br />Eddie curled and uncurled his finger inside his sister's cunt. The wet, squishy feeling made Eddie realize exactly how much he needed to be fucking this hole with his cock. Finger-fucking was fun but<br />he needed more. And so did Ann!<br />Eddie's finger slipped out of Ann's pussy. The sudden absence of the digit went unnoticed because Eddie instantly rammed his full eight inches of throbbing, quivering cock into that seething cunt. His prick was completely surrounded by a hot, tight, gripping sheath of female twat.<br /><br />The boy gasped and straightened up. He found that he could penetrate Ann's cunt another fraction of an inch with that move. When his hips took over as if they had a mind of their own, he found he was mindlessly fucking in and out of Ann's impossibly small cunt.<br /><br />Warmth poured into Eddie's balls. The sac containing his precious nuts began to contract and fill up. Soon, it was a hard little sphere containing balls tumbling and churning around in an ocean of cum. Eddie pulled back a bit and felt the friction of Ann's cunt against the underside of his cock.<br /><br />The teenager pulled all the way out of her oozing box. Without the need for guidance, he immediately stuck his dong back in the slot and shoved forward. Both he and Ann gasped with the force of the fucking.<br /><br />Eddie's balls slapped hard against his sister's ass when he achieved complete penetration. Ann's vibrating, crinkly-walled cunt seemed to collapse around his buried rod. Eddie was sure his cock would be crushed flat inside that hot tunnel of pussy. Even the boiling juice that dribbled all around his feverish cock didn't help. Everything added to his stimulation.<br /><br />"Oh, God, I. .. I'm going to come!" he grunted from between clenched teeth. He worked for<br />control. He didn't want to blast out his wad now. He wanted to savor the erotic feelings that drenched his entire body. He quivered with pent-up lust for Ann. His cock throbbed and pulsed every time his excited heart pounded out another beat. The blood roared like the Waves of the ocean in his ears.<br /><br />Eddie King didn't want to miss out on a single second of his wonderful fuck!<br />The teenager managed to quiet the surging tides of his cum. He forced himself to cool down. His mind took back the control from his wildly heaving hips and Eddie succeeded in holding back the white-hot tide of his passion.<br /><br />Ann was being assaulted from two directions at once. Her face was totally occupied with licking and savoring every drop of cunt juice from her mother's snatch. The oily liquor was tastier than anything the girl could remember drinking. She knew, now why men found cunt-lapping so exciting.<br /><br />The smell of arousal Joanne was giving off aroused Ann, too. The coarse feel of pussy hair against her nose as her mother hunched up to cram at much twat into her mouth as possible was oddly stimulating. The very act of eating out Joanne's cunt was a turn-on.<br /><br />And Ann's snatch was impaled by eight inches of prick from behind. She felt Eddie's hairy thighs rub against her silky smooth ones, his mighty cock race up her fuck channel. Inside her box, his cock felt like it was growing. Ann felt like she'd be torn apart by his massive prick;<br />Ann managed to call out to Eddie, 'Fuck me harder! HARDER! I NEED YOU FUCKING ME<br /><br />HARDER!"<br />Eddie did his best to oblige. He picked up the tempo of his fucking and crammed his dick in and out of Ann's gaping hole with as much power and speed as he could.<br /><br />Inside her cunt, Ann felt the build-up of friction. The heat was exciting, the sensation of being plugged full of quivering man-meat even more thrilling. Most stimulating of all was knowing that her brother was the one giving her the pleasure. It was Eddie who flicked her so expertly.<br /><br />"Joanne, have you had enough yet?" Ann gulped.<br /><br />Ann's mother was too occupied with the second climax rattling through her being to answer. Ann wanted to be free to thrash around and couldn't as long as Joanne's pussy was crammed in her face. She felt her own orgasm racing toward her every time Eddie's long prong reamed her twitching twat out.<br /><br />"Keep fucking me, Eddie, please!" the girl pleaded. It wasn't really necessary to beg Eddie for his cock since he had no intention of stopping now.<br /><br />Ann found herself lost in a bewildering land of carnal sensations. She felt Eddie's cock inside her cunt. The head on his purpled cock expanded until Ann thought her snatch would be torn apart. The huge prick stretched and tugged at her inner tissues until the girl knew she'd be ripped and bloodied.<br /><br />But she wasn't complaining.<br /><br />She wanted more!<br />Eddie's breathing came in rapid, heavy pants now. He was building up a Bill head of steam while fucking his sister. He had seen his mother's face go<br />rigid as a second orgasm seized control of her body. Everything seemed to goad Eddie on. The sight of his mother being eaten by his sister. The smell of perspiration from all three of their heaving, thrashing bodies. The lewd smacking noise as his cock fucked in and out of Ann's hot little cunt.<br /><br />But it was his sense of feel that was the most tormented with sweet agony. His hands restlessly roved up and down Ann's back. He searched out each and every vertebra in her spine and outlined it with his fingers. His upper thighs rubbed against Aim's silky ones, those thighs that made him hard and ready to fuck just thinking about them. And her ass shoved back and forth-into his crotch was enough to make any man lose his load.<br /><br />Eddie counted all of this into the picture. But it was his cock ramming hard and deep into his sister's twat that gave him the most pleasure. <br />The clutching heat around his pecker almost brought him off. The liquid warmth of Ann's cunt juice seeped into his prick until Eddie could barely stand the waves of pleasure smashing into his body and brain. The soft, ripply feel of the girl's cunt excited him, but how she used her trim, girlish muscles made him even more excited.<br /><br />Ann tensed her stomach until Eddie felt as if his dong were being crushed in a vise. A velvet vise intent on giving him pleasure at the same time.<br /><br />He pulled out slowly. lie flicked into her cunt again with deliberate slowness. Once buried balls deep, Eddie lingered. He savored the erotic heaven of Ann's pussy. The heat. The grasping warmth of her cunt muscles. The twitchy feel of her ass shoved into his crotch.<br /><br />Rather than pull out of such a snug berth, Eddie began rotating his hips. He started in small circles at first, then began to move his entire body in huge arcs intended to stimulate the sensitive area around his sister's clit.<br /><br />When Eddie was sure his cock would be torn from his body, he began to pull out inch by slow inch. His prick seemed to expand as extra blood pumped into it. He knew that it wouldn't be very much longer before he'd blast his creamy cum into his sister's quiff. Iron control, yes; super-human control he didn't have at all.<br /><br />Ann was just too much of a woman, even at sixteen, for a mere mortal to restrain himself for long.<br /><br />Eddie wasn't surprised when Ann came first. But he was certainly thankful. He griped her ribs like a bronco rider and hung on for the wild ride. She twisted and cried out, "I'm COOMMIINNGG!!" as she humped up and back into him. His cock shot back and forth like a berserk piston in her clasping fuck-hole. The liquid squishing noise was droned out by their mutual cries of released passion for one another.<br /><br />Brother and sister rocked together, flicking as hard and fast as they could. Eddie's cock sailed up and down its well-lubricated entryway into Ann's body. Ann's entire cunt burned with desire for that lovely, hard-driving cock that entered and left her spasming snatch. The fireworks that exploded in her brain totally blanked out every thought she had.<br /><br />The incoherent, muscle-clamped delight of orgasm seized her body in an iron grip.<br /><br />As the climax blasted through his sister's body,<br /><br />Eddie felt what he'd thought to be impossible. Ann's cunt seemed to shrink around his prick. He could barely force his way in or out of that contacting man-hole. The friction on his cock ignited the powder keg in his own balls.<br /><br />He felt the burning rush of sperm down his meaty firehose; then his universe exploded. Cum splattered out into his sister's cunt with frantic urgency. Eddie's world was confined to his pumping dong and• the incredible erotic friction on his pulsing tool.<br /><br />The acid searing along his nerves and tearing at his conscious soon passed. Gasping for breath, Eddie had to hold onto his sister's body for support. His legs felt watery in reaction.<br /><br />And his cock had turned to putty. The limp worm spilled out of Ann's spermy snatch.<br /><br />Ann's body had calmed down. The fiery reel of Eddie's seed spurting into her cunt had set off another orgasm. Now she was washed out. She felt completely wrung of any emotion.<br /><br />She fell forward and disturbed Eddie's precarious balance. Her brother toppled on top of her.<br /><br />"Dammit, get off!" she said.<br /><br />"Sorry, Ann." Eddie didn't really sound very sorry at all. He'd just fucked one of the most gorgeous chicks he'd ever seen and was happy about that. Even if it was his sister.<br /><br />Joanne moved to join them. The naked threesome lay, tired and resting, for long minutes before anyone spoke.<br /><br />Finally, Joanne said, "This has been real nice. It was just the kind of thing I needed to keep me from thinking too much about Lee. But we do have to consider what's to be done. I . . . I don't<br />feel I can make the decision.<br /><br />"Since you're the man of the house now, Eddie, I think you'd be the best one to decide what should be done."<br />Ann chimed in, "Yeah, you're the man in the house in more ways than one!"<br />Eddie felt a chill. Goosebumps broke out on his naked flesh. What his mother said was true. He was the man of the house now that his father was gone-or nearly so.<br /><br />He had to make the decision about the operation. Did he put the entire family's finances on the chopping block on the off chance that Lee could be saved? And if Lee's life were saved, would he end up a vegetable for the rest of his life? Or should he allow his father to die without even attempting the operation?<br />Eddie King suddenly felt very alone in spite of the two naked women on either side of him.<br /><br />CHAPTER NINE<br /><br />Joanne spoke, her voice low and still sexy, "I think that you're going to have to go to the hospital and find out what's happening to Lee. I... I just can't face that horrible ~place again, Eddie"<br />Eddie leaned back, his hand rubbing against the bare flesh of his sister's thigh. He sighed and nodded. It was his duty now that he was the man in the house.<br /><br />The full impact of that hit him. His mother needed him in more ways than one. Support, sure, but he was going to have to supply a sex partner for her. And he was elected.<br /><br />Also, there was Ann. Lovely, trim, youthful Ann. She needed him, too. And he couldn't possibly turn his back to either of these sexy, cock-hungry women.<br /><br />Eddie felt fingers rustling around in his crotch hair. Slow, expert strokes and massaging began to stimulate his limp prick. Sooner than he had thought possible, he felt his dick stiffening into a usable tool again.<br /><br />Ann had very dextrous fingers and made full use of them. She whispered in his ear, her breath warm and stimulating, "How's this feel, Eddie, my loving brother?"<br />Her fingers wrapped around Eddie's dong and began to slowly move out to the -very tip of his prick. He felt his rod strain and become even more rigid. Ann had started at the base, then moved to the delicate tip of the purpled knob.<br /><br />Once there, she had toyed with the tiny flap of sensitive skin under the head until Eddie moaned constantly in pleasure.<br /><br />"And how's this feel?" he heard his mother say.<br /><br />Joanne's mouth completely engulfed his in a passionate, juicy kiss. The woman's tongue flashed out into her son's mouth and began to frolic around in that dank playground. Her tongue slipped and slid over the boy's tongue. She felt thrills of delight course through her body as she realized how incredibly forbidden this was.<br /><br />Making love to her own son!<br />But that added spice to the act. She needed a man and Eddie was very definitely a man. With Ann fondling his cock, Joanne had to rely on other areas to play with. Her mouth left Eddie's as she licked down his jawline. She tasted the salty tang of sweat that had formed on his face.<br /><br />- Hex tongue leaped out and speared the tiny channel in the center of her son's ear. Eddie gasped with the sudden invasion of his ear, but he couldn't<br />complain. Not at all!<br />Joanne began to lick his ear, wetly and tantalizingly. Eddie began to hear the sound of blood pounding in his ears as his heartbeat picked up. His own sister and mother were giving him a working over that no amount of money could have bought from a couple of whores. And Eddie was going to enjoy it to the utmost.<br /><br />He lay on his back as Ann continued to handle his peter. But she started licking and kissing her way up his muscular body. She, too, tasted the residue of sweat from their earlier lovemaking. She hadn't realized how excited Eddie had become, how sweaty.<br /><br />The feel of the few hairs on his chest tickled her tongue and upper lip. The salt burned bitter in her mouth. But the feel of the quivering cock under her hand made up for it. She squeezed down gently and felt the prick pulse and shiver in anticipation. Ann was happy. That wonderful dick would be buried up her itchy, wet cunt in a few minutes!<br />Ann found her brother's nipples and began to lightly suck. Eddie moaned, but the girl couldn't tell if it was her oral attentions to his nipples or her mother's tongue diddling with his ear that was responsible. Ann gently bit don on a convenient nipple.<br /><br />The reaction was small. The girl knew then that her mother was the one controlling Eddie. In retaliation, Aim's fingers clamped down as hard as possible on the trapped length of her brother's cock.<br /><br />That got a- response from Eddie. He yelped and pleaded, "Watch it, damn you! That hurt!"<br /><br />She moved so that her fleecy pussy mound nabbed against her brother's aroused cock. Ann felt tremors race through Edddie's body in anticipation of fucking that tight, hot hole again.<br /><br />Joanne felt the sudden change in her son's behavior, too. She heard what Ann said and wasn't pleased. Joanne told her daughter, "You're too greedy, dear. You got his cock last time. It's my turn. Come sit on his face and he can eat you out. But I get his prick this time!"<br />Ann sighed. There was no use arguing with her mother. She'd heard that determined note in her voice before, and Ann resigned herself to a cunt-lapping.<br /><br />But there'd be other times she could have Eddie all to hiemelf. He was a well-hung stud and one of the best lays she'd ever found in her short but active sex life,<br />Move over, darling. I'm so damn hot now I can't wait any longer for Eddie to flick me!" Joanne moved with the lithe grace of a lioness as she flowed down her son's body.<br /><br />Eddie watched her trim legs flash, then she had straddled his hard-on. Joanne held his prick in a firm grip and began to move the head of his cock up and down her gash. The woman's face was soon masked in a look of sheer delight. The feeling that rocketed into her body were soooo nice!<br /><br />Eddie felt the attentions his cock was receiving and moaned in pleasure. The tickly feel of his mother's pussy hair on the sensitive tip of his knob drove nails of delight into his balls. The wet, slick feel of Joanne's juice trickling out of her cunt ran down his shaft and began to mat the hair around his balls.<br /><br />When Joanne stopped, fumbled for a moment and then lifted her body up in the air, Eddie was prepared for the sudden carnal shock to his system. As the• full weight of his mother's body drove down around his prick, he wasn't anywhere near ready for the full intensity of the experience.<br /><br />His entire cock instantly vanished up her fuck-hole. His prick was engulfed in hot, gripping pussy flesh that threatened to smash him flat. The heat seared at his tool as his pecker raced along the carnal sheath into his mother's belly.<br /><br />Eddie gulped and could only groan, "Ooohhh, Christ!"<br />If the sudden shock to Eddie's body was huge, it was even more Violent to Joanne's. She tensed her thigh muscles and raised herself up for the plunge downward to be impaled an that luscious spike of prick. Her cunt muscles contracted slightly with the effort and tightened an already small hole.<br /><br />Her hand positioned that cock and then she dropped full weight. Her aim was slightly off. Eddie's cock penetrated her cunt, then seemed to hang up fat a brief instant. She gasped with the erotic shock that assaulted her body.<br /><br />Then her inner juices greased her cunt sufficiently for the prick to continue its battering<br />journey up her quiff. Joanne gulped as she felt Eddie's entire eight inches of dick smash into her guts.<br /><br />Her tightened cunt muscles made the initial flicking all the more enjoyable. She felt the broad purpled head of his peter surge through her twat. When his rod was full length inside her sheath of flaming-hot flesh, Joanne reached down and compressed her pussylips around the shaft of cock that so surely impaled her.<br /><br />When she diddled with her pussylips, it heightened the sensation for both of them. Eddie felt as if he'd flicked into the tightest, hottest cunt in existence. And Joanne felt added stimulation in her twatlips so lewdly sucking at her son's prick<br />She felt filled to overflowing with her son's throbbing dong As the woman began to lift and fall on her teenager's buried tool, the friction mounted inside her cunt. The feel of the smooth piston driving up and down inside her box was exactly the medicine she needed to take her mind off all her problems.<br /><br />Sex was great medicine. How could she possibly think of anything but the wonderful sensation of having a hard, jerking cock buried in her needy cunt? She was lost in the world of fucking as she speeded up her rising and falling around Eddie's straining cock.<br /><br />The boy was about driven out of his mind with pleasure. The wet, lewd sucking noise as hit mother rose was quickly replaced with a plopping noise as she allowed gravity to smash her cunt down around his prick.<br /><br />His dick was being buried balls deep inside that steamy hot, powerfully gripping cunt each time.<br /><br />Joanne made her up and don fucking motion. And he wasn't having to exert himself at all. Eddie just had to lie back and enjoy being fucked!<br />He started to say something when he found his face covered with pussy. Ann had straddled his face and thrust her twat. down to his mouth for oral attention. She felt cheated by her mother.<br /><br />She'd wanted the cock that was reaming out her mother's greedy little curd. And Ann needed the sexual release as badly as Joanne.<br /><br />"Go ahead, Eddie, start sucking!" was all the trapped boy Could hear as Ann's tender thighs pressed firmly against his head.<br /><br />The hairy slit presented to him Was already beaded with tiny droplets of cunt juice. His tongue flicked out and trapped the succulent, tasty drops of Ann's inner secretions one at a lime. Each time his feathery touch stimulated Ann, she moaned and pressed her cunt down even closer to his mouth.<br /><br />"Damn you, Eddie, stuff your tongue in me! I want your damned tongue inside my cunt!"<br />Eddie wasn't about to hurry with his tongue job. He was enjoying it too much. His mother fucking herself -on his cock and now his sister stuffing her twat into his face meant nothing but a hell of a lot of pleasure for him. He wasn't going to pass up this opportunity!<br />Eddie's tongue began a slow trip from one end of Ann's twatlips to the other. He gently parted the labes with his tongue to drink in as much of her tasty cunt juice as he could. The slightly bitter taste just aroused him more as he licked and sucked.<br /><br />He pulled a flap of Ann's outer cuntlip into his<br />mouth and began to gently nibble on it. Ann climaxed.<br /><br />After the violent racking of her body had subsided, Eddie began to lightly run his tongue up and down the edge of the trapped labe. Ann's body began to rock back and forth and her breathing came in tortured gasps of pleasure.<br /><br />Eddie moved carefully up and down the sensitive edges of his sister's twatlips one more time to make sure he'd trapped every last drop of her cunt juice. Then, without warning, he rammed his tongue as hard and fast into her cunt hole as he could.<br /><br />Ann had another orgasm.<br /><br />Eddie was almost drowned by the sudden gush of pussy juice. And his tongue felt the velvety rippling of the convulsing cunt walls. His sister's twat was racked and tossed by the violence of her come. The teenager continued to run his tongue up and down the ripply cunt walls, feeling the hidden muscles that could grip and squeeze dry an unsuspecting cock stuffed in there.<br /><br />When he began to suck out all his sister's juices, Ann moaned out, "That's sooo gooood! Keep doing it, Eddie! Oh, please, keep tongue-fucking meee! AIIIEEE!"<br />lick had set off another orgasm by sucking on Ann's cit. All of this pleased Eddie. He was able to bring his sister off three times using only his mouth.<br /><br />And he W85 getting a taste treat that couldn't be matched!<br />Ann's legs clamped down firmly on his ears, deafening him to the world. All the teenager knew was what he could feel. His sight was incredibly<br />erotic-his sister's boiling, churning cunt. But his sense of taste and feel were the most important to him.<br /><br />As he diddled a bit with Ann's inner cuntlips, he knew that she'd have another orgasm very soon. There was a tension in her body. He. felt the tides of passion rising in her again as mare and more pussy juices leaked out to dribble down his chin.<br /><br />Eddie suddenly rammed his hard tongue all the way up Ann's cunt. Then he began a mock-fucking with his tongue, shaving in, then pulling out with a corkacrewing motion. Every single square inch of his sister's pussy he could reach was touched lightly by his tongue. The flashing, quick motions sent lance after lance of joy searing through Ann's nervous system.<br /><br />Her cunt was on fire. Acid seemed to burn her nerves. Her spine tinged with the onslaught of all the erotic attentions she was being given. - She caught her breath, sucked in a deep lungful of air, then as orgasm seized her again, screamed, "UUUNNNGGGHHH! I"<br />The rocking motion back and forth on his face allowed Eddie to cram his tongue in and out of her gushing box with a fast and furious motion. All too soon for the girl, her orgasm died. -<br />She was exhausted. Ann gently slipped off Eddie's face to watch the action still in progress between him and their mother.<br /><br />Joanne had continued her slow, rhythmic flicking. She rose slowly, then dropped full force to slam Eddie's prick- as far into her cunt as she could.<br /><br />With Ann off his face, Eddie could see what was going on over his groin. He'd felt it, sure, but<br />seeing his mater strain up and down, the look of pleasure on her face, made it all the more erotic and stimulating.<br /><br />Joanne was twisting her hips as she rose. Inside, she felt as if she were being pulled apart. Her cunt was tight enough and Eddie's cock large enough, that she was stretched and pulled with every flicking. By turning as she rose and dropped, her inner tissues were pulled in new and ultrastimulating directions.<br /><br />As if flits had been set, her entire cunt blazed with a want that she had never before experienced. She was hot for her son, his cock and flicking. She wanted the mast pleasure out of this that she could get. As long as she was fucking, she didn't have to think of all the horrid things the world had done to her, all the incredible demands that were being placed upon her.<br /><br />The feel of a massive cock buried full length in her quiff was sheer heaven. As it jerked and pulsed with a life of its own, Joanne tightened her stomach muscles to clamp down hard on it. She didn't want to let his rod go as she lifted her hips upward.<br /><br />The cock reluctantly slipped out as she gripped firmly with her strong cunt muscles. An obscene sucking noise signaled when she rose. A frantic gulping noise occurred when Joanne lowered her box around that impaling spike of carnal prick.<br /><br />The slow fires began to flare and blaze merrily as she continued to fuck her son. When Eddie reached up and nabbed both of her fits, Joanne came. The feel of her son's fingers pressing firmly into her boobs was all that she needed to get off. Knives of delight jabbed into her chest and collided with the<br />heat radiating upward from her fucked cunt. Together, the two sensations managed to smash into the barriers in her brain and give her the release of orgasm.<br /><br />This seemed to trigger an urge to flick as fast as she could on Eddie's cock. Joanne rose and fell faster and faster. She knew she must be bruising her son's balls, but she didn't care. All that really<br />•mattered to her was her own satisfaction..<br /><br />"Oh, Eddie, keep your hands on my fits! It's so good!"<br />Her son didn't obey, not totally. He kept one hand on her boob to tweak and play with• the• aroused nipple that pressed rock-hard under his thumb. His other hand went to Joanne's cunt. Eddie's hand traced its way down his mother's pussy mound until he found the juncture of her twatlips. There, growing like a tiny stalk in a field, was her cut.<br /><br />Eddie began stroking and pressing against his mother's clitoris until she was driven wild with passion. Joanne began flicking with complete abandon. She launched herself upward like a rocket, then dropped like a forge.<br /><br />The complete sensation she felt was unbearable heat. Every nerve in her body was overloaded. She felt the immense prick inside her cunt drilling up and down. Her own juices couldn't keep the channel lubricated enough. The friction built up to an unknown level. The fingering of her cit sent electric thrills throughout her stimulated body. The feel of her own son's hands on her lit, flicking back and forth across the pebble-hard nipple, launched battering rams of delight into her chest. With her breath coming in deep, convulsive<br />gulps, Joanne came again.<br /><br />This time, Eddie's orgasm was set off along with that of his mother's. He felt his cock begin to expand to the breaking point. Then the fluid tide of his cum inched along his dong. When the cum reached the very tip of his cock, the boy thought he had ruptured a seam and burst apart.<br /><br />His jizz spewed forth and creamed his mother's cunt as thoroughly as it had ever been done. With the rocking motion she had already set up, Eddie lifted his hips off the pound and tried to thrust even deeper into the cunt driving down at his rod from above.<br /><br />His cock was grabbed in a velvet and iron grip when Joanne's cunt muscles were seized with orgasm. In a few minutes, Eddie was completely milked of his fizz.<br /><br />All too soon, his once-proud cock dribbled out of Joanne's fuck-hole. He watched the limp snake go to sleep between his legs while a thin stream of cum and cunt juice came out of his mother's quiff along with the limp tool.<br /><br />Exhausted, he gasped, "You're too much for me, Mom, too much!"<br />Joanne's face seemed to radiate an inner glow. She was smiling, hair trailing down over her face from the exertions she had just been through. She brushed the hair back and told her son, "You're something else, kid, really something else. A damn good lay."<br />"Well, what about me?" Ann demanded.<br /><br />Eddie arched his neck slightly and looked at his sister. "Well, for a beginner, you're not too bad!"<br />Ann dumped a glass of ice water on Eddie for his impertinence. But he didn't care. He'd just had<br />the most fulfilling sexual experience of his life.<br /><br />And Joanne had had her mind temporarily taken off Lee's condition. She had been able to leave the harsh realities of the world to become lost in a carnal paradise.<br /><br />The woman was glad that her son and daughter were so free and liberated. She didn't know how she could possibly deal with all the problems that had been dumped on her without their support, both spiritual and physical.<br /><br />Especially sexual!<br /><br />CHAPTER TEN<br /><br />The trio caught their breaths for a few minutes, then Joanne told Eddie "You'd better go down to the hospital and find out what can be done for Lee. Ann and I'll wait here. I just can't bear to see tat place again. I might run into that evil pig, Parley."<br />Eddie had thoughts of what he would like to do to Dr. Parley. Mere torture wasn't good enough. He'd castrate the bastard with a dull knife. He'd skin him and then boil him in oil.<br /><br />But the teenager knew he wouldn't be able to do any of those things. What Parley had done was perfectly legitimate. It was Joanne . who had fallen for it. She had been distraught and confined. She didn't know what was happening, and Fancy had taken advantage of the situation to get laid.<br /><br />Eddie looked over at the naked beauty of his<br />mother-her high, firm fits with their rosy areolas, the smooth, slightly domed belly and the lustrous sheen of her juice-matted pussy hair. The alabaster of her thighs seemed to give added brilliance to her juice-matted snatch.<br /><br />Seeing such beauty would have tempted a saint. Eddie couldn't blame Farley all that much. And the doctor hadn't really hurt Joanne. Not like Lee King had.<br /><br />Getting fucked and getting beaten up, humiliated, and raped were entirely different games.<br /><br />"Okay, I'll see what can be done. I'll be back as soon as possible with the word."<br />Eddie dressed and quickly left. If he didn't hurry, he would want to linger. With both Ann and his mother still naked, he could feel the stirrings of lust in his depleted cock again; He knew that if he did get another hard-on, he'd be sore after he fucked both of them again. Eddie wanted to save his precious prick for later.<br /><br />He had all the time in the world to screw both his mother and his lovely sister.<br /><br />Eddie learned what he could at the hospital, then silently returned home to discuss it with his mother. This news wasn't very good. He would have to break it to her as gently as possible.<br /><br />He walked in and found Joanne seated on the sofa, alone. Ann had gone out, apparently, and left her mother alone for the time being.<br /><br />Eddie was secretly glad. It would be better to have a short talk with Joanne before confronting<br /><br />Ann with the bad news.<br /><br />The look on his face told Joanne all she really needed to know. She said, "It's pretty bad, isn't it? He's not going to make it?"<br />Eddie shook his head. "I talked with a couple of the doctors. They're willing to do the operation, but he doesn't have one chance in ten of living. And if he does pull through, he's had so much brain damage, hell be nothing but a vegetable."<br />Joanne didn't cry. Her eyes remained absolutely dry, as dry as her voice when she asked, "What do we do? Just let him kick off?"<br />Eddie paused for a moment. He'd have let the bastard die a long time ago, but his mother probably had different ideas. He had to phrase this just right.<br /><br />"I think that would be the most humane thing we could do. It's no good trying to keep him alive with odds against him like that. And think of the strain on all of us-you, especially."<br />"That doesn't matter. Dammit, I still love that son of a bitch!"<br />"Then you'll see that he wouldn't want to go through the rest of his life just lying in a bed, not able to move. He might even be able to think, but he'd be trapped in a paralyzed body. It would be a life sentence."<br />"And is that better than the death penalty?"<br />Eddie flared up, "After what he did to you and Ann, he deserves it!" The teenager cooled down a bit and continued, "Look, Mom, all you have to do is tell the doctors to stop giving him any of the drugs. Tell them to quit and Lee'll die in less than twenty minutes. He won't even feel any pain. He's just being kept alive until something can be worked<br />out I didn't find a single doctor who was the least bit optimistic about the chances of Dad pulling through."<br />"You think that's the best thing to do? Let him die?" Joanne's voice was low, strained.<br /><br />"'Yes."<br />"All right. I'll go along with your decision; then. You're the man of the house now and should make decisions like this."<br />"He's your husband," Eddie reminded her.<br /><br />'But you're the man around here now." Joanne said it so that it seemed that the weight of the world was on Eddie.<br /><br />"Better call the hospital and tell them what you've decided. I can't do it since you're legally his next of kin."<br />The phone call was made and Joanne returned, a tear trickling down each, cheek. It hadn't been as easy for her as Eddie had first thought. The strain of ordering her husband's death was getting to her in a big way, a way that needed comforting.<br /><br />"Come on over here by me, Mom," Eddie said gently.<br /><br />"Oh,Eddie!" Joanne broke down and cried. Eddie cradled her head against his shoulder. He let her cry for a while, then began rocking her back and forth just as he would a young child.<br /><br />"It'll be all right, Mom. You made the right move. It was the right thing to do."<br />"I . . . I just don't know, Eddie. I just don't know. Hold me close! It feels so good to have a man's arms around me!"<br />Eddie began to stroke his mother's hair. It hadn't been brushed, but it was still lustrous. He. smoothed her golden-blonde hair and stroked up<br />and don her back. He could feel her spine tense and relax. He knew that she was going through some pretty rough times.<br /><br />"Just think of how rotten Lee treated you. Just think of the awful things he did to Ann. Try to erase him from your mind. That'll be the best thing you can do." Eddie knew that it wouldn't be that easy for the woman. No one erased a husband from their minds when they'd been married as long as Lee and Joanne had.<br /><br />Eddie carefully lifted his mother's tear-strained face and gently kissed her lips. The kiss deepened. Joanne parted her lips and with a frantic urgency created by her grief,, shoved her tongue into Eddie's mouth. The oral acrobatics kept Eddie occupied for some time.<br /><br />Joanne felt Eddie's tongue against the top of hers. She began to swirl and, rotate her tongue around his, stroking and caressing. She had to let him know how much she loved him, how much she needed him now in her time of stress.<br /><br />Eddie's hands moved to the front of Joanne's flimsy dressing gown. He began to unfasten the string ties while their tongues continued to roll over and over in his mouth.<br /><br />When the last tie was undone, Joanne's tempting tits tumbled out into Eddie's hands. He felt the smooth skin of his mother's boobs, then knew that wouldn't be enough. He'd have to have more. The teenager was going to stuff them into his mouth and suck for all he was worth. That should give both of them the nervous-energy release that seemed to be called for.<br /><br />Eddie broke off the kiss and quickly engulfed one of Joanne's jugs. His tongue stabbed out and<br />lightly touched the rock-hard mushroom perched on the tap of the marshmallowy mound.<br /><br />"Oh, Eddie, that's heavenly!" Joanne said. She laced her fingers through his long hair and pulled his face to her chest. She needed him to take as much of her boob into his mouth as possible. The wet feeling was nice, but his, mouth promised so much more!<br />Joanne felt her nipple stiffening under her songs tongue. Eddie shoved down hard with his tongue, then began to make slow loops and spirals around the erect nubbin of nipple.<br /><br />Stabs of sweet torture racked the woman's body. She felt electric surges volt into her every time Eddie's dextrous, wet tongue touched her tit. When he sucked in the entire top of her boob, Joanne moaned out, "That's great, Eddie! Oh, thank you, thank you!"<br />The teenager began to pull as much of the mound of tit flesh into his mouth as he could. It was impossible to get all of the sweet, soft meat into his hungering mouth-but he tried.<br /><br />God, did he try!<br />His teeth left red tracks oh the slopes of Joanne's knocker. He bit down lightly, provocatively, to stir his mother's emotions even more. When he felt the quivering of her flesh, the trembling of her body., he knew that he had succeeded in arousing her.<br /><br />Joanne felt her crotch grow wet with desire for her own son. She could' never quite understand the attraction she felt for Eddie. Was it that he was so much like Lee in appearance? Was it that Eddie was so different in the way he made love?<br />Whatever the reason,. Joanne King wanted-her<br />son to fuck her.<br /><br />"Take me now, Eddie, quick! I need you inside me! Fuck mc like you never have before!"<br />Eddie was too occupied with gnawing away at the hard little button of nipple on his mother's lit. He'd get down to that fleecy triangle wet with lust in a few minutes. He wasn't going to rush things. Not now after discovering a gourmet's treat.<br /><br />The youth's tongue flashed out and began to circle the base of his mother's boob. Every single square inch of tit flesh was covered by his lapping, licking, probing tongue as he spiraled upward to the summit of the erotic crest. On top of the mountain of boob, Eddie began to flick the erect spire of nipple back and forth with his tongue.<br /><br />When his mother moaned again, louder, Eddie gripped the base of the saliva-wet jug and squeezed. As he did so, his tongue drove down into the nipple like a pile driver. He pushed the hard mushroom as far into the soft flesh as he could.<br /><br />Joanne felt dual sensations. The pinching action on her boob made her tremble and water even more from her aroused pussy. But the boy's tongue shoving her nipple into her Ut drove her into a wild sexual frenzy. She couldn't keep her body under control. As if it had become independent of her control, her chest shoved forward hard and fast.<br /><br />She wanted as much of her jug inside Eddie's mouth as possible. The pleasure he was giving her could be doubled, tripled, if only he would take more of her firmly fleshed boob into his mouth. Joanne was sure of that!<br />But Eddie had tired of the succulent flesh of her tits. He decided the time was right to move on. He<br />gently on the protruding bud, then began working his way down the underside of his mother's boob.<br /><br />His rough, pink tongue wiggled back and forth over sensitive skin as he worked down to the 'slightly domed expanse of Joanne's belly. When Eddie found the deep, well-like depression of his mother's navel, the teenager couldn't refrain from letting his tongue take a. quick trip around the hole, then dive down inside.<br /><br />Once down, he wiggled his tongue as hard and fast as he could. Joanne felt her body invaded by a weird group of sensations. The wetness, the roughness of her son's tongue, the stimulation of the flesh on her stomach, even the drying saliva tracks across her belly all added to her sexual gratification.<br /><br />But she still needed a hard cock stuffed into her cunt. Badly.<br /><br />Eddie's mouth left the gentle depression of his mother's belly button and moved downward to more exciting territory. He smelled the aroused, musky scent of cunt juice.~ He knew that Joanne s twat was gushing forth lubricants in anticipation of his stiff cock.<br /><br />Eddie thought about fucking his mother for a few minutes while he was nuzzling in the forest of her tangled, honey-blonde pussy hair. The cunt mound was growing damp with the spread of Joanne's juices. That decided Eddie on his next course of action.<br /><br />He wouldn't fuck her with his hard prick. As much as he wanted to shove his stiff dick into her yearning cunt over and over, to fuck her until she begged for mercy, he wouldn't<br />This time, he'd enjoy the full taste of making<br />love to his mother. He'd give her the eating out of her life.<br /><br />Eddie's tongue wiggled and twitched through the hair of his mother's cunt mound before he found the edge of her pussylips. Joanne felt an intense surge throughout her body when her son's tongue touched her puffy gash.<br /><br />She felt his wet mouth move along the twin flaps of her twat. She felt a vacuum cleaner of a mouth suck the juices from her cunt. She felt Eddie begin a slow, agonizing trip from one end of her pink slit to the other, licking and stimulating her the entire way. Electrical discharges volted into her cunt, made it water even more.<br /><br />When Eddie's tongue stabbed hard and fast into her cunt, Joanne came. Her climax racked her body and gripped her muscles in a vise-tight grip. She didn't feel the added flood of cunt juices she showered onto her lover-son's face.<br /><br />But Eddie was sucking too hard to surrender and drawn in that carnal flood. He enjoyed the succulence of the inner oils from his mother's cunt. The salty, slightly acrid taste made his hard-on quiver and feel as if it would pop at any second.<br /><br />The teenager controlled his desires and continued to tongue and suck for all he was worth. He wanted to give his mother the best tongue job he was capable of giving. He wanted her to be satisfied. To take her mind off the death sentence that had been meted out to Lee King.<br /><br />He succeeded.<br /><br />"More, Eddie! Oh God, moooore!" Joanne cried out.<br /><br />Eddie didn't answer. He was too busy slurping up the tasty flood from Joanne's pussy. His tongue twirling <br />drove relentlessly into the woman's inner sheath. He felt the velvet-lined channel of her cunt ripple and pulse with desire for him. The youth even felt the powerful muscular contraction when another orgasm seized Joanne.<br /><br />The youth knew that he was doing everything right by the number and intensity of the orgasms he was giving his mother. And he was just using his tongue!<br />What could he be doing if he shoved his steely-hard, throbbing prick far tap her cunt?<br />His pink tongue began to rim the fur-lined cunt mouth. His saliva mixed with the thicker cunt juice that dribbled out of his mother's snatch. The bristly hairs stung and tickled his tongue, but the boy kept up his muff-diving.<br /><br />Soon, her meek little clitoris poked its head out of the sheath of protective flesh to see what was going on. Eddie pounced on it like a cat on ~ mouse. His mouth covered the tiny pillar of erectile tissue. He knew this was where it was really at with Joanne. It was the center of all ~her sexual feelings.<br /><br />He wouldn't neglect her cunt.<br /><br />His tongue looped out and began to swirl and spiral around the delicate fleshy organ. Joanne's body was constantly tossed and racked by uncontrollable passion now. Whenever Eddie touched, her clitoris, she felt . jabs of intense lightning blast though her gut. She was being turned to water inside. She felt weak. The woman could do nothing but lie back and enjoy, and thrust her hips forward to expose her snatch and cum button to Eddie's questing tongue.<br /><br />Eddie. had trapped the cit and wasn't going to<br />let it go. He was laying it with his saliva and allowing the flood of Joanne's cunt liquids to flow over the delicate organ. When he began to lightly suck the pleasure-button into his mouth, Joanne came again.<br /><br />The rocking and bucking and bunching of her body was a minor distraction for the teenager. He was too engrossed in sampling the little pleasure center to give up his post even for a second.<br /><br />Eddie began to lightly gnaw on the cit. Each time his teeth close6 down on her flesh, Joanne twitched and wiggled her hips. She tried to press even closer to her son. She wanted more of this incredible mouth love. She wanted Eddie to tongue-flack her some more.<br /><br />She was starved for anything he would do to her!<br />The youth wasn't going to disappoint her. His own cock urged him on. It was becoming painful it was so stiff, but Eddie was enjoying the taste of his mother's cunt too much to even think of poking his long prod into her cunt.<br /><br />Like a kitten lapping milk, Eddie's tongue leaped out and began a long, lewd licking at Joanne's twatlips. He started at the juncture where the cit was thinly erect and pulsing with every beat of his mother's heart. He worked his way dawn past the opening to her cunt and sampled the fluids leaking out past the twin flaps of blood-engorged labes. Then he worked back to the sensitive perineum, that wondrous area between cunt and asshole.<br /><br />When Joanne quivered and raised her hips for Eddie to give him access to her perineum, she also raised her butt off the sofa. That exposed her<br />asshole to the lusting youth. It was an opportunity too good to pass up.<br /><br />Eddie found the tightly held little bung and began to caress it with his wet tongue. Joanne's brownie was soon drenched with saliva. When Eddie began worming his tongue~ tip into her shitter, Joanne cried out, "No, Eddie, NO! Not there! Don't. . . don't bugger me!"<br />Eddie smiled as best he could and continued to dull his tongue up his mother's asshole. This was as much fun as eating her out. Her cunt was juicy and tasty, but this was. . . kinky!<br />Eddie finally managed to get his tongue past the tense, strained ring of muscle. His tongue surged into Joanne's ass. He began a slow back and forth motion of mock-flicking. I couldn't get his tongue very far up his mother's asshole, but the excitement came in trying!<br />He reached out and gripped both of his mother's buttcheeks in his hands. He loved the way the tender flesh seemed to flow under his grip. The pliant skin rippled and moved like putty under his fingers. Eddie pulled as hard as he could to separate the buns.<br /><br />When he'd done this, he found he could slam his cock-hard tongue even further up Joanne's asshole. Eddie wiggled his tongue around inside the tight, slimy shitter. The action stimulated both of them, although Joanne didn't want to admit it.<br /><br />She had little choice, however. Her body betrayed her arousal. She came again.<br /><br />"God! Chriiiist! FUUUCCCKKK!!"<br />Eddie continued wiggling his tongue, making brief excursions up and down the sweaty crack of Joanne's . ass. His fingers became sweaty from<br />holding apart her asscheeks and slipped.<br /><br />When that happened, Eddie found his tongue trapped between the two slabs of ass meat. He slipped his tongue back and forth a few times trying to locate her bung again. He failed in his attempts.<br /><br />Knowing that he had just about finished with all the mouth-flicking he could give his mother, Eddie moved his face away from Joanne's crotch. He was surprised to see the drawn, gaunt look on her face. For a brief instant, he was afraid that he'd done something horrible to his own mother.<br /><br />Joanne's first words reassured the youth, "Damn, but that was fine, Eddie. It really took all my energy. You're as good with that tongue of yours as you are with your prick."<br />At the mention of his prick, Eddie looked between his legs. The straining pillar of his cock was still trapped inside his jeans. No wonder he was feeling such intense pain!<br />His dick begged to be out in the open air so it could scout around for a nice, juicy pussy to embed itself in!<br />When Eddie unzipped his fly, the purple-headed prick jumped out with the power of a battering ram smashing into a door. He watched his cock quiver and throb.<br /><br />Joanne couldn't miss the lovely sight of an erect dong, either.<br /><br />She gently said, "Now that you've given me pleasure, it's time I did the same for you."<br />Eddie wouldn't have turned down that invitation for anything in the world!<br /><br />CHAPTER ELEVEN<br /><br />"Eddie," Joanne said, her voice low and husky from the sex she had been enjoying so much, "let me give you some - of the pleasure you've been giving me."<br />Eddie eyed his mother's exposed body, then thought about her tantalizjng asshole. He'd never flicked a woman up the butt before. The mere idea made his cock quiver and throb with renewed vigor. The youth felt as if his prick would explode cum all over the place just thinking about fucking his mother's ass.<br /><br />Joanne seemed to read Eddie's mind. She said, "How would you like to screw me... up the rear?"<br />Eddie's eyes widened at the thought. It was something he'd never turn down. He wasn't stupid!<br />To be fucking that ultratight hole would be<br />nothing short of a carnal paradise!<br />"You bet!" he cried eagerly. "There's nothing I'd rather be doing with.. . this!"<br />Eddie held his jerking dong out for Joanne to see. The plum-colored head seemed to expand as he talked. The woman licked her lips and took a deep breath. Thinking of what his dick would feel like as it raced up her butt made her juicy in the cunt again. She'd love to have Eddie's massive cock inside her cunt, fucking the living hell out of her.<br /><br />But to have that massive pole in her ass, fucking her tightest hole was something that she longed for even more!<br />Joanne quickly slipped entirely out of her dressing gown as Eddie removed his clothes. They had to be naked for the fuck to be fully enjoyable to both of them. There was nothing quite as seductive or erotic as seeing naked flesh gleaming in the light, sweat shining brightly on thrashing limbs, the sight of juicy pussy and throbbing hard prick.<br /><br />In a flash, Joanne was down on her hands and knees with her ass wiggling in the air. Eddie swallowed hard. The sight of his mother's gently rounded butt sticking up in the air was almost too much for him. His balls tumbled and churned and felt like they'd blast apart at any instant.<br /><br />The teenager calmed his raging nuts down. He wouldn't come until his dong was buried balls deep up that inviting ass wobbling around in front of him.<br /><br />Joanne knew that the sight of her rear was driving Eddie wild with passion. To be flicked doggie-style was fun, but she really got off on the idea of having her ass fucked. But it had to be<br />hard. Rough. Even brutal or she couldn't get the full enjoyment out of a cornholing that she should.<br /><br />Joanne told. Eddie, "Be rough. Don't worry about hurting me! I need you screwing my asshole fast and hard and big! And rough!"<br />Eddie licked his lips as he placed his hands on the cool half-moons of Joanne's butt. The flesh was pliant, seemed to glow with an inner radiance all of its own. He wanted nothing mare than to allow his animal passions to run rampant, to fuck her ass as wildly and brutally as he could.<br /><br />Yet the boy hesitated. That was the way his father did things. His father would have virtually butt-raped. Joanne. Could he do anything that crass?<br />But wasn't his mother asking him to be rough? She had to get off on it or she wouldn't have been so plaintive in her demands for a hard and fast buggering.<br /><br />"Ready, Mom?"<br />"Ready!"<br />Eddie's fingers slipped into the dank, humid crack of his mother's ass. The area was slick with sweat from their earlier lovemaking. Eddie could still feel his saliva mixed with the sweat from his mother's body.<br /><br />The slipperiness excited him even more.~ He<br />•••squeezed down and felt the ass flesh flow under his fingers. He began rotating the blobs of meat under his hands. He tried to rip the lovely globes off his mother's body. He pulled. He strained. He moved the buns in different directions.<br /><br />Joanne loved it.<br /><br />The feeling of having Eddie's hands on her rump was exciting. But the sudden tearing feeling deep in<br />her gut was even more exciting. That twisting and turning of her ass made her feel nerves explode into action that had lain sleeping inside her for too long.<br /><br />The brutal action of her son's hands on her butt created a sexual beast inside her. She panted in reaction. Her bean beat faster. The sound of blood pounded in her ears. The woman was becoming totally roused by the manhandling of her butt.<br /><br />"That's it, Eddie! That's the way! Treat me rough! Make me feel the pain all the way up my belly!"<br />Eddie continued his ripping and tearing actions. He pulled with all his might. He shoved and pulled at the same time. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he began to swat his mother's ass with the flat of his hand.<br /><br />Rosy-red streaks began to appear. Her buns began to turn fiery red as slap after slap landed. Eddie quickened the speed of his blows. He was really getting into paddling his mother with his hand.<br /><br />Joanne's body went berserk. She felt the sharp sting from his blows on her ass. They rocketed into her body and quickened her pulse even more. But the swats also unlocked hidden desires in her body.<br /><br />The woman felt her cunt begin to water. The cunt juice dribbled down her tender inner thigh. The hair of her pussy mound became matted and soggy from her liquid lust. Every time Eddie's hand smacked into her butt, new sensations pummeled her brain.<br /><br />She was mildly getting turned on by this stimulating spanking. She wanted Eddie to<br />continue. She needed him to spank her until her butt blistered.<br /><br />Eddie couldn't help but notice the gushing of juice out of his mother's pussy. He knew that he was doing the right thing in spanking her. She needed this pain to fully enjoy what was to come.<br /><br />Joanne's butt looked like it had been sunburned. It glowed a cherry red. Eddie began to land increasingly hard blows. Every time he pulled back, Joanne crouched. As his hand plummeted down, his mother would shove her ass back to make the slap even more painful. She was adding to her own perverse enjoyment by the seductive action of her hips.<br /><br />Eddie didn't miss the motion. it reminded him that he wanted to fuck her ass. His own cock was hurting painfully. If he wanted to take advantage of the wanton woman he had created, to get her to shove back' into his groin as his mighty sword of hard cock penetrated her asshole, he'd have to do it soon.<br /><br />"Ready for this yet?" Eddie asked, not giving a damn if his mother was or not.<br /><br />He lunged forward with his iron-hard prick in search of the tiny little bung. Eddie missed. He couldn't possibly have guided~ his raging ~dong without taking it firmly in hand.<br /><br />The pain echoed back along his shaft and screamed in his balls. He'd have to do better than that!<br />Eddie eased himself forward until he found the gaping hole of. Joanne's cunt. The juice squirting out of that hole beckoned to him. Eddie realized that he'd need a bit of lubrication oil his prick or he'd never be able to get into Joanne's asshole.<br /><br />With a quick, practiced motion, Eddie crammed his cock balls deep up Joanne's cunt.<br /><br />The unexpected entry into her pussy made his mother gasp. She felt the mighty, quivering pecker sear her innards. The racing piston of pleasure warmed her inside. She could feel the prick jerking with-unbridled lust for her. The walls of her cunt transmitted the slightest motion to her brain.<br /><br />Joanne's body trembled in reaction. She hadn't been expecting Eddie to fuck her cunt. She had been tensed and ready for a forceful entry up her ass. But she'd do the best she could with his prick where it was. The woman clamped down on her son's cock with her powerful cunt muscles. <br />She felt the big blue vein on the top of Eddie's prick rub against her sensitive inner walls. The juices squirted out around his plug of meat and continued to dribble down her inner leg. The broad, hood-shaped knob seemed to expand inside her snatch. She reveled in the sensation of being filled to overflowing with rock-hard pecker. Eddie's prick was the best thing in the world for Joanne. She enjoyed his buried cock to the fullest.<br /><br />The woman wiggled her hips the smallest bit to<br />stimulated her son to further activity.<br /><br />Eddie wanted to fuck in and out of his mother's clasping cunt as wildly as he could. But he still had his sights set on something else. That tiny asshole Was more inviting. It promised to be even tighter and hotter than this steamy cunt.<br /><br />The boy wasn't going to pass that up for a replay of the times he had already flicked his mother's twat.<br /><br />The teenager withdrew slowly. The smacking noise filled the air and sound6d obscene. As Eddie<br />finally broke the vacuum he had created inside Joanne's cunt, his prick snapped free of the powerfully clutching muscles in her belly.<br /><br />His cock glistened with twat juice. He looked at its shaking length and knew he was ready for the butt-flicking he had started.<br /><br />Eddie grabbed two handfuls of his mother's ass again and pulled-hard!<br />"OOOOHHH! That hurrrts!" she cried. Eddie ignored her pleas. She had wanted it hard, rough. That was the way she was going to get it.<br /><br />Eddie positioned his cockhead against his mother's tiny asshole. The hard muscle wasn't going to let him in without a fight. Eddie began to push against the ring of rock-hard muscle.<br /><br />He started with a slow, insistent pressure. When he felt her bung starting to melt under his onslaught, the boy pushed even harder.<br /><br />With. the suddenness of a summer storm, his mighty dong surged up his mother's asshole. In a split second, his dick was surrounded by the tightest, hottest female flesh he'd ever felt.<br /><br />Eddie's full eight inches of cock had raced up Joanne's ass and was now buried balls deep inside her bowels.<br /><br />If the suddenness surprised Eddie, it both surprised and hurt Joanne. One instant, her asshole was resisting the invasion. The next, it felt as if a burning poker had been shoved into her guts. The sudden intrusion made her feel as if she were being ripped apart. Membrane stretched to take the monster cock suddenly gouging into her tight butt.<br /><br />Tissue pulled in odd directions inside her body. Her ass seemed to be filled with molten lead. Her bowels burned with the enema of Eddie's<br />cock stirring around inside her.<br /><br />"UHHHH!!" Joanne screamed. She hadn't realized it would hurt this much!<br />All thought was shoved from Joanne's brain. AM that remained was her body's own actions. She began to respond to the fucking of her ass on an instinctive, animal level. She was a bitch in heat. She wanted her stud to fuck her as brutally as possible.<br /><br />Her hips seemed to move of their own volition. She crammed herself back into Eddie's groin to take his torturing, tormenting prick even deeper into her brutalized guts.<br /><br />Eddie felt the soft asscheeks rubbing against his hairy thighs. The gentle stimulation broke him out of his reverie. He could have stayed buried eight inches up Joanne's ass all day long. The heat, the intense pressure all around his cock made him sure he'd flicked into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot water.<br /><br />He couldn't remember ever being in a hotter, tighter hole. This was something he had dreamed about but never thought existed.<br /><br />Eddie was sure that his prong would be burned off from the incredible heat coming from Joanne's asshole. He felt her twitching her hips, slowly moving her ass in small circles to stimulate him even more. The teenager decided that he'd put up with this enough-it was time to get down to serious fucking!<br />Eddie pulled back a short ways and his cock almost slipped out of Joanne's bung. Only the hooded tip of his prick remained inside his mother's tight, burning hot asshole. With a powerful, savage lunge, Eddie crammed his full<br />eight inches of dick back into its hot, hungry berth.<br /><br />The gasp of pain and pleasure from his mother spurred him on. Eddie began fucking the tight, clutching shitter with all his might. The tightening of the puckered ass sphincter seemed to grip down on his rod like a noose.<br /><br />The boy felt compressed, squeezed to death. But he continued his violent fucking. He was experiencing the most intense pleasure he could ever remember.<br /><br />One savage thrust forward threw Eddie full length onto his mother's back. He reached around and under her for support. When he realized that Joanne could support both of their weights, the teenager passionately clutched at her boobs. He took the pendulous, swinging blobs of tit flesh in his fists and squeezed as hard as he could.<br /><br />If Joanne wanted it rough, that was the way she'd get it!<br />The woman moaned and her body twitched under his. Eddie continued the pistoning motion of his hips. He dr6ve as far up his mother's butt as he could with each thrust. The burning heat ~that surrounded his cock, the feel of the pliant boobs under his hands, the excited bucking of Joanne's body all drove him on.<br /><br />Joanne couldn't hold back the orgasm that had been building up in her loins. With the feel of Eddie's hard, gripping hands on her tits, she came.<br /><br />The fingerprints he left on her firm white flesh were only one indication of the ferocity of their fucking. Joanne's butt was still a bright red from the spanking Eddie had given her. The warmth from his hand radiated throughout her lower body<br />and lighted the fires of desire. As Eddie stroked in and out of her asshole, Joanne knew that she could come again at any instant.<br /><br />The tearing, searing feeling as her son's prick raced in and out of her bung stimulated her more than she'd have ever thought possible. Every single action was calculated to drive her into a wild sexual frenzy.<br /><br />He was fucking her like an animal. She'd respond like an animal!<br />"SHIIIT!" she screeched. Another orgasm tore through her as Eddie's monstrous dong slammed home up her ass again and again.<br /><br />She was filled with fire ants crawling, biting, stinging. The woman was driven to the brink of insanity with the lust she held for her own son. The feelings cascading through her body made her acutely aware of every singe nerve in her cunt, her asshole, her boobs.<br /><br />Joanne climaxed again.<br /><br />This time it was Eddie who cried out, "UUUUMMM! OOOHHHH!" as he felt the already firm tunnel he was reaming out collapse around his dong. The boy's cock was squashed flat by the powerful contractions that seized Joanne's body. Eddie knew that his rod would be squeezed to a pulp if the intense heat didn't burn his prong off to a nubbin first.<br /><br />This orgasm, though, triggered Eddie's come. He felt the hat sperm jetting along his fleshy firehose. In a split second, his cum. splattered Joanne's asshole. Eddie's cock seemed to explode with the violence of his orgasm.<br /><br />He hung on, bucking and bunching as hard as he could while his creamy, gooey cum rocketed into<br />his mother's butt. Eddie gripped her jugs with feverish intensity, bruising her tits in his unbridled passion.<br /><br />But Joanne didn't, even notice. Another orgasm was rippling through her torso, shaking her like a huge earthquake.<br /><br />Together, the mother and son trembled and shook and humped together. The butt-fucking was soon over. Eddie's peter had been milked dry by the sucking hot tailpipe of his mother's ass.<br /><br />The fierce grasp he had on Joanne's tits relaxed. To neither's surprise, they were exhausted after the frantic fucking.<br /><br />They collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Joanne's ass still burned with fiery insistence where Eddie's prong had reamed her out. Delicate tissues had been rearranged, pulled out of shape. But it had been great. She had loved every second of the violent buggering!<br />Eddie sighed, "That's about the best fucking, ever, Mom. The best I ever had."<br />"Likewise, dear. You're going to be really good if you keep up the practice like this."<br />Eddie started to laugh. He told his mother, "Most parents want their kid to practice the piano. And here you want me to practice and keep playing with you! That's really something else!"<br />"But nice, very nice." Joanne paused for a moment to catch her breath. Then she continued, "You make me forget about Lee. That's what matters. You have a way of lifting me out of this world when you stuff that wonderful prick of yours into me."<br />She looked at Eddie's "wonderful prick" and laughed. It had deflated into a sleeping worm,<br />covered with his own cum.<br /><br />Eddie smiled. "Even the best of 'em have to go to sleep sometimes!"<br />Joanne sighed. "And when I was just getting hot, too. Oh, well, maybe in a while..."<br /><br />CHAPTER TWELVE<br /><br />"Well, if lover boy can't do anything more, how about me?" came the voice from the front door.<br /><br />Joanne looked up to see Ann standing there. Somehow, the girl always managed to arrive on the scene just when she was needed the most.<br /><br />"You make an interesting offer, you better expect to be taken up on. it, girl!" Joanne laughed.<br /><br />The woman laughed even more when she saw the speed with ,which Ann stripped off her clothing. The girl was hot to trot. Eddie could only eye his sister's naked, gleaming body with admiration. All of his lust had been momentarily sadated in the wild- butt-fucking with his mother. He just didn't have it in him to have a go with Ann now.<br /><br />But he wished that he could have. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look more desirable.<br /><br />Eddie just had to face physiological facts, however, much to his disappointment. He wouldn't be getting a hard-on again for at least a half-hour. Not after the way Joanne had drained him of his spunk.<br /><br />Joanne held her arms out to Ann. Her daughter seemed to melt. She floated down into her mother's outstretched anus. Their lips met. First the kiss was light, almost a parody of a real kiss.<br /><br />Then Joanne allowed her lips to part slightly. That was all the invitation that Ann needed. Joanne felt the wet, dextrous pink tongue of her daughter leap into her mouth. Their tongues dueled. Performing acrobatic tasks, they managed to caress and stoke each other until the pair's breathing came heavy and excited.<br /><br />Joanne exerted a little pressure with her own tongue and forced Ann's back into her own mouth. Then she took the opportunity to fully explore her daughter's wet, dank oral cavern. Joanne's tongue cavorted about, tracing out each and every tooth. When Ann's tongue met hers, they began to spiral around each other again, occasionally drifting back and forth from one mouth to the other.<br /><br />Their fits were firmly pressed together throughout the oral foreplay. Joanne felt Ann's nipples harden and poke into her chest. Her own nipples were still hard and ready from the lovemaking with Eddie, she didn't need any further stimulation.<br /><br />She was ready for anything!<br />Ann's roving hand stroked down across her mother's body until it found the juicy fur-pie between the slowly spreading legs. Joanne gasped when Aim's agile fingers shot up her cunt. Inside her pussy, Joanne felt her daughter's fingers flex and curl. The sensations that started again were<br />tremendous.<br /><br />As Ann rubbed her mother's cit, Joanne began to explore her daughter's tender young body. With their fits rubbing against each other, no further stimulation was needed there. But Ann's ass was prominent. Joanne wondered if she could ass-finger Ann to a climax the way Eddie had done to her.<br /><br />A quick dip into the flowing well of Ann's pussy lubricated Jeanne's finger. Then the older woman found the tightly puckered little circle, of muscle guarding Ann's ass.<br /><br />Ann broke off the deep soul kiss when she felt her mother prodding at her asshole.<br /><br />"What what're you doing back there?" she asked, her voice shaky with suppressed longing.<br /><br />"Nothing, darling, nothing. Just keep on doing what you're doing. Your fingers feel so good in my cunt."'<br />With that, Joanne managed to penetrate Ann's bung. The girl gasped, then almost collapsed forward onto her mother's body. The feel of a finger up her ass strangely stimulated her. It seemed perverse, kinky and sinflul.<br /><br />It also felt damned good!<br />Joanne felt Ann's bung wiggling around her finger. It was just like putting on a tight glove. The heat and pressure around her slender finger gave her some' idea what it must have been like for Eddie to fuck repeatedly in and out of her butt. Sheer heaven!<br />Ann thought that she was being stretched out of shape. She enjoyed the- feel of her mother's probing finger in her bung. She also hated it. It brought her pain. But it also brought her pleasure. The confusing combination was driving her wild<br />with arousal.<br /><br />Her cunt gushed forth a continuous flow of juice now. Eddie was depleted. How could she satisfy the yearning in her pussy, her poor hungry pussy?<br />The idea suddenly came to her. With a gymnast's agility, Ann managed to swing around and scissor her legs between Joanne's. Their legs interlocked like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, Ann's ankle resting between her mother's tits and one of her mother's legs between her own succulent, budding fits.<br /><br />Like two sucking, hungry ~mouths, their cunts pressed into each other. By opening and closing her legs slightly, Ann found that she could spread her cuntlips and totally engulf those of her mother. The wet squishy noise showed how aroused both of the women were.<br /><br />Their cunt juices intermixed as they moved their twatlips in a deep, mock-kiss.<br /><br />Their snatches were pressed firmly together. As they moved, they stimulated each other's tits. Ann began rubbing her foot up and down along the slopes of Joanne's boobs. When her mother returned the favor, Ann came.<br /><br />The orgasm made her pussylips convulsively squeeze down on her mother's trapped ones. The wet, liquid noise showed the pressure that had been exerted on Joanne's labes. Together, the two women rocked and rolled back and forth on the rug.<br /><br />The tingly feeling spread throughout Joanne's cunt as she felt the soft, wet labes caressing her own pussylips. She didn't know where Ann had learned this trick, but she liked it a lot. It stimulated her cunt, gave her go-button a workout and the foot between the boobs was an added<br />bonus.<br /><br />As they rolled over and over, the prickly sensation penetrated farther and farther into Joanne's body. She was hot and ready for still another orgasm, but she wanted to string her daughter out a little. Joanne felt Ann's leg twist slightly, then felt toes clutching at her nipples.<br /><br />Her daughter had still more tricks to show her! Ann's toes managed to clamp down hard on her mother's nipple. Just like fingers, the girl's toes began to rhythmically squeeze. With the same action, her pussylips began sucking away again at Joanne's cunt.<br /><br />As much as Joanne wanted to bring off her daughter, it seemed that Ann was working hard to do that very thing for her. Joanne decided to just lean back and let. Ann do what she would. it was so pleasant!<br />Ann felt her mother's juices seep into her cunt. The tickly feeling from their mingled bushes began to drive her passions higher and higher.<br /><br />When her cunt touched the lush bush of Joanne's pussy mound, . that was all~ it took for Ann to achieve her orgasm.<br /><br />"AAAAIIEEE! OHHHH! UUUUMMM!" She<br />was totally incoherent with her lustful cries. Ann was consumed with passion. She couldn't control her body as she rocked back and forth, driving her cunt -into her mother's with brutal, bruising force.<br /><br />The labes parted and took some of the force that the young girl was dishing out. Joanne hung onto Ann's ankle and pulled the leg in tight to her chest. Nestled between her boobs, the leg couldn't escape Joanne's agile tongue as she began to lick the sole of Ann's foot.<br /><br />The tickling action drove Ann into a frenzy. She bucked and hunched like a wild woman. The passions assaulting her body were given fresh force with the taunting action of her mother's tongue on the bottom of her happed foot.<br /><br />Finally tiring of the exotic torture, Joanne concentrated on her own cunt muscles. She began squeezing Ann's pussylips like the girl had been doing with hers.<br /><br />Ann gasped and climaxed again.<br /><br />Joanne felt her daughter's soggy muff rubbing against her clitoris. That drove the older women's passions up the slopes to another orgasm. All her sexual feelings centered in that tiny little spire of erectile tissue. To have it continually massaged, lubricated with cunt juice and diddled with was too much to bear.<br /><br />Joanne King bit her lower lip as the fireworks of orgasm exploded inside her shapely body.<br /><br />The two women had had. more than their share of climaxes. Eddie watched them in fascination as their sweating bodies untangled. Mother apd daughter looked so much alike.<br /><br />And what a family they made now that Lee King was gone! Eddie didn't feel the least remorse about allowing his father to die. The bastard hadn't been any good for either Joanne or Ann.<br /><br />With him at the helm of this family, now, they could begin to live life instead of fear it.<br /><br />CHAPTER THIRTEEN<br /><br />Eddie was glad that they had decided to move to another town. Corinth had become a living hell for his mother. Everything reminded her of Lee. But the move to Thebes, Ohio, had presented problems that none of them had anticipated.<br /><br />For all the talk about equal fights, they quickly found that, in Ohio, a woman couldn't own property without a husband's name on the papers.<br /><br />"But my husband's dead!" Joanne pleaded. "What do you mean I can't buy this house? I have the money!"<br />"Sorry," the man at the real-estate office said, "I just follow the laws as they're written. If you remarried or your son was old enough, then everything would be okay. But now..." He opened his hands in an expressive gesture as he shrugged.<br /><br />Eddie and Joanne left the office in disgust. "That's the mast ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" snorted Eddie. "Not letting us buy the house because you aren't married."<br />They both stopped and looked at each other for a moment. The same thought had occurred to both of them at the same time. They laughed, threw their arms around each other and went off to find another real-estate agent. If the law said they had to be married, then, by damn, they would tell everyone they were married!<br />Three hours after they found another real-estate agent, they signed the papers on a house. "Thanks, Mr. King," the man said. "Hope you and your wife will be happy here."<br />Eddie smiled and pulled Joanne closer to him. "I'm sure we will, Mr. Reese."<br />"Well, looks like we're going to be neighbors. Just call me Ty."<br />"Why, thank you, Ty. Glad to have you for a neighbor." Eddie looked adoringly into his mother's eyes and then said to Reese, "If you don't mind, we've got some housekeeping to do. You know, setting them up, sort of christening the place."<br />"Huh? Oh, sure," Reese leered. "See you around!" With that, the man left.<br /><br />In a few minutes, Eddie and Joanne were alone.<br /><br />"Well, husband, what's it feel like to own your own home?"<br />"Pretty good, wife!" Eddie began to unroll a curled-up mattress until it covered most of one bedroom floor. "Do you think we can get by with this? I mean, you're young-looking but won't people talk about you keeping a young squirt like<br />me around?"<br />"To hell with them!" Joanne said as her mouth closed on Eddie's. Together, they crumpled to the mattress. The feel of Eddie's strong, youthful body against her made Joanne want her son more than ever. And if the charade could be played out, everyone would think they were married.<br /><br />She felt Eddie's hand fondling her jugs. The warmth that began to fill her was ~sheer heaven to the woman. She relished these sessions with Eddie more and more. She had com6 to rely on him ever since Lee had died.<br /><br />Now, for all intents and purposes, everyone thought they were married and would continue to think so.<br /><br />"Ummm, that's nice!" Joanne muttered as Eddie slipped the blouse off her creamy shoulders to expose her perfectly formed tits. When his mouth closed on her nipple, Joanne wiggled closer and shoved out her chest. She wanted to make sure her son had ample room to give her boob the mouthing she loved so much.<br /><br />Eddie caught the slowly rising spire of nipple between his teeth. He began to gently gnaw sand bite down on his mother's boob until she was moaning and writhing about in joy. The boy sucked her tit into his mouth, slowly taking the entire mound in. The marshmallowy pillow barely fit Eddie's jaw muscles were strained to take so much fit flesh into his mouth.<br /><br />But he didn't complain. His tongue was too busy fucking and dancing over the very tip of the cone of alabaster flesh. The tiny button seemed to beg. to be given a tongue-lashing. Eddie did his best to make sure the nipple didn't feel neglected as he is.<br /><br />engulfed the entire boob.<br /><br />His hands never stopped. They constantly moved, undressed, delved and roamed. When he found his mother's naked pussy, he discovered that his cock was straining and huffing. It had to be freed from his trousers. It screamed to be buried in that fluid well of cunt.<br /><br />Joanne attended to the job of unzipping Eddie's fly. With a quick rolling motion, he crouched between his mother's spread thighs. He slipped his arms under her knees and lifted until her calves were on top of his shoulders.<br /><br />With a powerful forward motion, Eddie bent Joanne double. In this uncomfortable position, her cunt opened to him fully. As if he were doing a push-up, Eddie lowered his body. The very tip of his cock - touched Joanne's damp snatch. He lowered himself a fraction of an inch farther.<br /><br />With this descent, the purpled crown of his prick parted his mother's pussylips.<br /><br />"Oh, Eddie, fuack me! I need your cock inside me! Fuck me, damn you!" she cried, beginning to mutter incoherent little words as her passion rose.<br /><br />Eddie lowered himself an inch farther. His dong slipped into the already liquid cunt. He found himself lost in a sea of joy. His prick was wet from his mother's cunt juices. He was surrounded by a hot, gulping sheath of excited female flesh.<br /><br />As he bent Joanne double, her knees pressing against her fits, Eddie fully penetrated his mother's box. The feet of Eddie's prong surging fail length into her cunt made Joanne moan with pleasure. Having her fits compressed under her own knees made it hard to breath and she couldn't move back and forth at all.<br /><br />How desperately she wanted to wiggle and thrash about now that she had her son's cock in her cunt! to raise himself slowly. Joanne felt<br />Eddie began to let his prick slide out of her twat a slow, agonizing inch at a time. She gasped when the pressure left her legs and she could breathe again.<br /><br />With the force of a falling boulder, Eddie dropped onto his mother's legs and his prick speared her hard and deep in the cunt. He twitched slightly from side to side. Joanne felt the watch fires of lust burn inside her. The embers fanned themselves into raging blazes as Eddie stroked in and out of her pussy. <br />The feel of him crushing her to the mattress was indescribably peat. She needed the roughness, the hard length of his cock surging into her soggy flick-hole.<br /><br />"Keep fucking me, darling! Keep it uuuuup!<br />OOHHH!!"<br />Eddie felt his cock crushed by the supreme strength of his mother's cunt muscles. He was locked inside her body. His prick was snared in a velvety bear trap. He couldn't budge his dong an inch either way as the convulsive force of Joanne s climax smashed down around him.<br /><br />Eddie punted, then yanked out of the flowing slash. He began pumping up and down as fast as he could. The friction warmed him. The pressure along the sides of his fleshy shaft seemed to suck at. luis cock. He knew that his mother's thirsty cunt would soon suck out every drop of his cum.<br /><br />He continued flicking her as hard as he could. Each time he bent her double, her body trembled a bit mare. She was approaching another orgasm.<br /><br />But this time, Eddie knew that he'd join her.<br /><br />The liquid noise as he fucked her filled the empty room, echoed throughout the house. It sounded lewd, obscene, dirty. But Eddie didn't give a damn. All he knew or cared about were the feelings rising in his balls.<br /><br />The hairy little sac containing his jewels had hardened into a taut ball. His sperm churned and boiled inside. The murky cream screamed for release. And Eddie's entire dick seemed to grow every trip up Joanne's clutching, seething cunt.<br /><br />His hips took over. His arms seemed tireless. He fucked faster and faster like a berserk locomotive.<br /><br />The tide of his cum raced down his shaft just as he shoved his dong balls deep up Joanne's grasping snatch. As he spewed out his lava-hot jizz, Joanne came.<br /><br />Together, they grunted and strained until their mutual passions were completely spent.<br /><br />Exhausted, they fell apart.<br /><br />Joanne gently touched Eddie's cheek and said, "I don't care if you are my son, you're the best goddamn lay I've ever had."<br />Eddie wanly smiled, then kissed his mother. "And you're in a league all by yourself!"<br />"And what about me, damn both of you! All the time, you're forgetting about me!"<br />They rolled over to see an angry Ann standing in the doorway. She had her hands on her hips. Outlined by the light coming through the doorway, Eddie could see every curve and outline of the girl's lithe young body. He couldn't get a hard-on again, not that fast, but he felt the stirrings of lust for his own sister in his loins.<br /><br />"Come on over and join us. We're just in the<br />process of christening the house."<br />"You know that you're not doing it properly," Ann said.<br /><br />"Oh? How should we do it?"<br />"You've got to screw both of us in every room, studly one!" Ann proudly proclaimed. As she stripped her clothing, Eddie couldn't help but notice that his sleeping prick was stirring again.<br /><br />He didn't think it was possible, but Ann had him up and iron-rod hard in a matter of minutes by sucking on his cock. When his prick trembled and begged to be shoved into his sister's golden thatch of pussy, Eddie knew that everything would be just fine with their little family arrangement.<br /><br />Let the people think he and Joanne were married. That didn't matter. It was just a legal dodge, yet it was a useful one, too. Me loved, his mother.<br /><br />And he loved Ann, too.<br /><br />This way, he could have both of them.!<br />"You talk real big, smart-ass. How's about fucking?" Eddie demanded of the girl sucking on his cock. His entire crotch. was covered by her flowing gold hair.<br /><br />Ann looked up, her grey eyes wide. Never taking her mouth from his cock, she mumbled, "Uh-uh!"<br />When her agile tongue flashed down to rim his knob, Eddie agreed. Let Ann give him head. It felt so damn good having her mouth on his cock that he wouldn't pass that treat up, even to stuff his eight-inch prick into her tiny little cunt.<br /><br />"Suck away, girl! You have to obey your father, you know!" -<br />Joanne began to laugh. Eddie gulped in reaction to Ann's increased suction on his dong and told<br />her, "So shut me up and come sit on my face! I can't get my tongue into that juicy pussy of yours any other way!"<br />And Joanne did.<br /><br />THE END<br /><br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-32699237663857667912007-12-17T23:17:00.000-05:002007-12-17T23:56:40.859-05:00Some Very Lovable Neighbors<a href="http://k2cloca7b7fdun2v1kzcew.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/21/600/600166786.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>It was a small party - ten couples and a few unattached men and women - <br />and it was, to Adie Rolfe's mind, rather a stuffy affair. Everyone <br />seemed to be standing in little clusters, talking inanely of topics <br />typical to cocktail parties: local and national politics, current fads <br />and fashions, the Watergate, ad nauseaum. The hostess, a tall, <br />statuesque blonde whose name was Luci Danton, circulated amongst the <br />guests with a tray of various preferential drinks - and her long-<br />sideburned husband, Tom, sat next to a slim redhead on one of the <br />living room's two couches, putting his hand on her knee almost <br />possessively when he thought his wife wasn't looking.<br /><br />Adie stifled an involuntary yawn, knowing that Jack and she should <br />never have accepted the Danton's invitation. Jack had quit the Seattle <br />Sentinal three weeks ago, and everyone in the paper knew why; as a <br />consequence, minor reporters like Tom Danton thought it socially <br />impressive to invite Jack Rolfe and his wife to their drab little <br />parties. Yes, that was certainly the reason they had been invited; but <br />they'd accepted anyway, knowing this, just to get out of their own <br />house, to see some other faces, to talk with someone besides one <br />another.<br /><br />They had stayed home every night since Jack's resignation - they'd <br />turned down two other invitations to social functions - because Jack <br />was trying desperately to get his novel started, working twelve to <br />fifteen hours every day, writing fifteen or twenty pages but throwing <br />most of them away in anger and frustration. It simply wasn't going <br />right, he had told her; the words wouldn't jell. The reason for that <br />was a combination of things: the Department of Public Works was putting <br />in a new sewer main on their street, and the noise of jackhammers and <br />heavy machinery and large trucks was deafening at times; the phone <br />seemed to ring continuously with calls from friends, well-wishers, dogs <br />barking, power lawn mowers whining destroyed whatever moments of <br />silence were left. He'd given it up this morning, calling the whole <br />idea an abortion, saying that he wouldn't - couldn't - write another <br />line in that house; he had to get away, he'd said, somewhere where he <br />could be alone, in peace and quiet, to collect his thoughts and <br />coordinate his ideas into the cohesive format of the projected novel. <br />And he had to do it damned soon, too; he'd already sold the book to a <br />major New York hard-cover publisher on the basis of an outline alone, <br />had been given a large advance (most of which was already spent on old <br />bills and incidentals), and he had less than eight months in which to <br />deliver the completed manuscript. It was to be a major, lengthy work, <br />and if he was to meet that deadline he couldn't afford to lose any more <br />time getting started.<br /><br />When the Danton's telephoned invitation had come that morning, just <br />after Jack's remonstrations, he had told Adie to go ahead and accept, <br />what the hell; they might as well get out of the house since it was no <br />use in trying to continue the novel.<br /><br />Luci Danton came around to where Adie and Jack were standing near the <br />large fieldstone fireplace and asked them if they would care for <br />another drink. Jack declined politely, and she moved off again.<br /><br />He said to Adie, "I'm beginning to wonder if we shouldn't have stayed <br />home tonight. I could've stared at the typewriter and you could've <br />stared at me."<br /><br />She squeezed his arm, smiling up at him wanly. "I think we'd have had <br />just as good a time."<br /><br />"I hate parties like this," Jack said. "They're so damned pretentious."<br /><br />"I know."<br /><br />"I haven't heard an honestly intelligent statement all night."<br /><br />"Spoken like a true novelist," Adie said in a gently chiding voice. <br />"Mr. Hemingway, I presume?"<br /><br />"Ouch!" Jack said, recoiling in mock pain. "Your barbed wit cuts deep."<br /><br />She touched the long, silky strands of her raven black hair in that <br />unconsciously vain way women affect. "I was just teasing, honey."<br /><br />"I know you were," Jack sighed. "How much longer do we have to remain <br />at this abysmal affair, do you suppose? When can we leave without <br />destroying our image?"<br /><br />"Very shortly," Adie said. "Can you take another half hour of this?"<br /><br />"Must I?"<br /><br />"You must."<br /><br />"This is a far, far better thing I do, as Hamlet said." Jack muttered, <br />taking a moody swallow from his double martini.<br /><br />Just then, one of the couples whom they had been introduced to upon <br />arriving at the party - Bob and Sue Mason - made their way over to <br />where the Suttons were standing. Bob Mason was short and heavy-set, <br />with a salt-and-pepper crewcut and dark, intelligent gray eyes. He gave <br />the impression of having once been an athlete - he was broad-shouldered <br />and thick-chested, and the material of his Madras jacket was stretched <br />taut across his pectorals. Looking at him, Jack Rolfe thought that he <br />probably worked out regularly in one of the local gymnasiums or health <br />clubs. He had a broad, friendly, contagious smile and an easy-going <br />manner. He was carrying, oddly enough, a glass of dark ale in one huge <br />hand. His wife, Sue, was tall and lithe with brownish-yellow hair and <br />huge, luminescent green eyes with tiny yellow flecks in the irises. She <br />wore a clinging blue shift which hugged and caressed her slender, high-<br />breasted body, accentuating the easy, natural sway of her tight-mooned <br />buttocks. She was holding onto Mason's arm and smiling warmly as they <br />approached.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><strong>TNS-582 Some Very Lovable Neighbors by Jennifer Collier</strong><br /><br /><br />Chapter 1 (cont.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Hello there, Rolfe," Mason said heartily as they came up. "Lousy <br />party, isn't it?"<br /><br />"Shall I be honest about it?" Jack asked.<br /><br />"Sure."<br /><br />"Yes. It's a lousy party."<br /><br />Mason laughed deeply, with good-natured, infectious amusement. He said <br />to his wife, "I told you I was going to like this Rolfe, didn't I, Sue? <br />He's a man after my own heart - honest and frank and totally lacking in <br />the phony social graces."<br /><br />"Thanks - I think," Jack said.<br /><br />Mason laughed again. His eyes shifted to Adie, moving easily over her <br />beautifully compact, perfectly symmetrical body in a way which was <br />complimentary to Adie - not lecherous, but openly admiring. "How about <br />you, Adie? What's your opinion of this little affair?"<br /><br />The familiar use of her first name didn't bother Adie at all; she found <br />herself rather liking this large man. "The same as my husband's," she <br />answered ruefully.<br /><br />"Don't really know why we came," Mason said. "Something to do on a <br />Friday night, I guess."<br /><br />"Same here," Jack said. They had established a common bond and he, too, <br />found himself liking Mason. And Sue, even though she hadn't spoken as <br />yet, struck him as being an intelligent, carefree soul like her <br />husband. On top of that, she was damned attractive, Jack had to admit; <br />very damned attractive.<br /><br />They fell easily then into conversation. As both Jack and Adie had <br />surmised, the Masons were witty, intelligent people, interesting to <br />talk to. It developed that Bob was an electronics salesman for a large <br />national company, extremely successful; so much so, in fact, that he <br />was now semi-retired, working when he felt like it. Sue, in addition to <br />being a housewife, dabbled in oil painting in her spare time. She was <br />very modest about that, but Mason insisted that she was a tremendous <br />talent, witness the fact that she had sold two of her seascapes for <br />five hundred dollars each just last month.<br /><br />The topic of conversation shifted, naturally, to the novel Jack was <br />writing. The Masons had heard of it from the Dantons (no surprise <br />there, Jack thought a little sardonically), and Bob was extremely <br />interested in it. He asked, "What's the book about? That is, if you <br />don't mind revealing same."<br /><br />"No, I don't mind," Jack said. "It has to do with student unrest on a <br />large California college campus. At least, that's the basic foundation <br />of the book. I like to delude myself into thinking I've got something <br />to say on contemporary youth - why they act as they do, what social, <br />political, and historical precedents they have and will set, the long-<br />range cause and effect of riots, demonstrations, dissent."<br /><br />"I have a few ideas on that subject myself," Mason said. "But it sounds <br />like a hell of a book, if you can pull it off. I don't mean that at all <br />derogatorily, you understand."<br /><br />Jack grinned wryly. "Well, I'm not sure I can pull it off."<br /><br />"Oh? Why?"<br /><br />"I can't seem to get started on the thing. The first couple of chapters <br />are extremely important, and I can't get them flowing. I must have <br />written seventy-five pages in the past three weeks, of which I've <br />salvaged maybe four or five."<br /><br />"What seems to be the problem?" Mason asked with genuine concern.<br /><br />Jack told him - about the Department of Public Works, and the telephone <br />ringing and the power lawn mowers whining. Mason clucked his tongue <br />sympathetically. "Sounds like you need to get off in the wilds <br />somewhere for a few weeks."<br /><br />"That's just what I need," Jack answered. "Trouble is, Adie and I <br />aren't exactly the richest people in Seattle at the present time. Most <br />of the publishers advance is gone, and we have a home to maintain. I <br />just can't afford to rent, much less buy, a mountain retreat for the <br />length of time I'm going to need."<br /><br />"Then what will you do, Jack?" Sue asked in her musically soft voice.<br /><br />"Grin and bear it, I guess," he replied. "Maybe, one of these days <br />soon, I'll be able to get into the book; if that happens, all the <br />goddamned noise in the world won't affect my work."<br /><br />"You will, dear," Adie told him.<br /><br />Jack grinned his wry grin. "Wifely faith. Ah, what would we creative <br />geniuses do without it?"<br /><br />Mason laughed. "Behind every great man, there's a great woman," he <br />said.<br /><br />"And vice versa," Sue put in.<br /><br />They all laughed, and the rapport between the two couples was fully <br />established. They spent the next hour and a half discussing a various <br />and sundry number of things, losing all track of time, each enjoying <br />the company of the others. When midnight came, the party began to break <br />up. Jack reluctantly looked at his watch, saying, "Hell, I didn't <br />figure it to be this late. I've got to be up with the roosters tomorrow <br />for another shot at the typewriter."<br /><br />"I thought you were going to let it simmer for a couple of days, <br />honey?" Adie said teasingly.<br /><br />"Do you believe everything I say?"<br /><br />"Of course."<br /><br />Jack shook his head in feigned wonder. "What did I ever do to deserve <br />you?"<br /><br />"I've wondered about that myself."<br /><br />Mason's hearty laugh punctuated their conversation. "Listen," he said, <br />taking Jack's hand, "talking with the two of you had made a pleasant <br />evening out of what started out to be a huge bore."<br /><br />"Same here," Jack told him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Bob. And," <br />he added gallantly, "your most lovely wife."<br /><br />"That goes for me, too," Mason said, his eyes moving over Adie again in <br />that admiring way until she blushed lightly with pleasure. "What say we <br />get together one of these days?"<br /><br />"Sounds delightful," Adie said enthusiastically.<br /><br />"Do you play bridge?"<br /><br />"Yes, we do."<br /><br />"Fine! We're a couple of tenacious players, Sue and I, but we don't <br />play for blood. We'll make it a foursome one of these evenings soon, if <br />you're amenable."<br /><br />"That we are," Jack said.<br /><br />"Are you listed in the book?"<br /><br />"No," Adie responded. "What with all the calls we've been getting, we <br />had our number changed to an unlisted one."<br /><br />"If you'd rather not give it out-"<br /><br />"Oh no, not at all," Adie said quickly, looking at Jack. He nodded. She <br />gave the number to Sue, who wrote it down in a small, red leatherette <br />notebook from her purse.<br /><br />"Just don't call between seven and noon," Jack warned. "Adie just picks <br />up the receiver and puts it back down. Cardinal rule: no talking of any <br />kind between seven and noon."<br /><br />Mason chuckled. "Right."<br /><br />They got their coats and bid one another good night at the door. Tom <br />Danton, more than a little drunk by this time, pumped Jack's hand <br />enthusiastically, urging him to be sure to give "me and the missus" an <br />autographed copy of his book when it was published. Jack said that he <br />would, and Adie and he went quickly to where their car was parked in <br />front. The Masons, with Bob driving the dark green Lincoln Continental, <br />waved as they pulled away from the curve.<br /><br />As Jack helped her into their two year old Ford, Adie said, "Aren't the <br />Masons the nicest people?"<br /><br />"Yes," Jack agreed. "They certainly are."<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />"I'm going to fuck Adie Rolfe," Bob Mason said, "And you, my dear, are <br />going to help me do it."<br /><br />Sue smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the Lincoln. <br />"Of course, darling," she answered. "After all, Jack Rolfe is a <br />handsome and desirable man. I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just <br />as much as you're going to enjoy fucking the lovely Mrs. Rolfe."<br /><br />"Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Mason said with <br />some pride. "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"<br /><br />"Just like you love pussy, sweetheart."<br /><br />Mason took one hand from the steering wheel and put it on her firm, <br />soft thigh, just at the point where the blue shift rode high on her <br />lap. He began to stroke the feathery surface lightly. She slid over <br />next to him and, without preamble, laid the palm of her slim hand on <br />the crotch of his sports slacks. His prick hardened instantly at her <br />touch through the material, and Sue said, "Mmmmmmmm, daddy's ready, <br />isn't he?" in a teasing voice.<br /><br />"Daddy's always ready," Mason said. "Just like mommy."<br /><br />Sue began to stroke his cock lightly with her palm while his hand moved <br />higher along her thigh. She breathed into his ear hotly, saying, "How <br />do you propose to get next to the nice Rolfe couple, lover? They don't <br />exactly strike me as swingers, so the direct approach would seem to be <br />out."<br /><br />"True," Mason said. "But I've got a plan."<br /><br />"What is it?"<br /><br />"I'll tell you when we get home."<br /><br />"Tell me now, lover," Sue said. Deftly, her fingers found the zipper of <br />his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge <br />rod pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly <br />opening, straining for escape. But Sue kept it imprisoned inside, <br />stroking the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers; she knew how to <br />torment a man in many ways: by touch, by word, by manipulation of her <br />own body. Mason was breathing faster under her agile ministrations, and <br />Sue shivered anticipatorily. Oh, she was going to give him a ride when <br />they got home, all right - she really was! She could feel her cunt <br />begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty <br />briefs, and she ground her smooth formed buttocks down against the <br />pliant leather of the seat. "Tell me the plan, lover," she repeated.<br /><br />"We're ... ohhhh ... almost home," Mason panted. And then, "Damn you!" <br />as her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the <br />material of his underpants to taunt and rub the blood-engorged glans <br />into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her thigh and his <br />fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled a finger inside <br />the leg band, dipping the tip into the secret juices of her warm, <br />slightly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer <br />animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. "How do you like that, you <br />little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.<br /><br />"Ohhhh, lover!"<br /><br />His forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused <br />clitoris, moved with provocative slowness back and forth across its <br />sensitive surface until his wife was grinding her hips faster and <br />faster down against the seat, her loins surging upward against his <br />finger as if trying to beckon it to plunge deep inside her vaginal <br />cavity. Mason whispered, "You'll wait until we get home, won't you, <br />baby?"<br /><br />"Aaaggghhhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waitttttt!"<br /><br />Mason grinned triumphantly, and eased his finger away from her <br />clitoris, took it out from beneath her panties and let his hand rest on <br />her thigh. She allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened <br />cock, but they weren't moving now; her eyes were closed and she leaned <br />against him, letting the sensations his probing, questing finger had <br />caused ripple through her deliciously.<br /><br />The Lincoln's headlights picked up the large, Colonial-style home which <br />they owned. Mason brought the large luxury automobile into the driveway <br />and upward into the spacious two-car garage next to Sue's canary yellow <br />Triumph TR-6, shut off the engine and the lights. He stepped out, <br />zipping himself up, feeling the blood still pounding in his erect cock. <br />Tease him like that in the car, would she? Well, just wait until they <br />got inside! He'd do a little teasing of his own!<br /><br />He went around to open the door for Sue, helped her out, and they went <br />into the sprawling, maple-furnished house. Mason switched on the <br />indirect lights in the knotty pine-panelled living room and went to the <br />impressive, well-stocked bar at one end, near the avocado-draped front <br />window. "How about a drink, baby?" he called to Sue.<br /><br />"Hmm, all right."<br /><br />"Scotch?"<br /><br />"No ice, lover," she nodded.<br /><br />He poured two scotches and brought her one. "Let's go into the <br />bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm about her slim <br />waist.<br /><br />She pressed against him. "Will you tell me the plan then?"<br /><br />"We'll see."<br /><br />They entered the bedroom and Mason took off his Madras jacket, throwing <br />it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Sue undid the two <br />buttons on the front of the shift and slowly, seductively, using her <br />palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down, <br />down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were <br />heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She <br />stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like <br />an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached behind her <br />and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white <br />breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were <br />the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of <br />the shift and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, <br />kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to <br />her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs <br />until she was standing before him completely nude.<br /><br />"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.<br /><br />"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!" <br />Mason said, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't <br />have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body, <br />at the fleecy, light brown down framing the wet, pink folds of her <br />cunt. She was something else, all right; in the six years they had been <br />married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did <br />- whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close to approximating her <br />prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. That was one hell <br />of a compliment, considering the number of women Bob Mason had had in <br />those six years of marriage.<br /><br />Sue reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped <br />over to the king-sized, satin-spread double bed and lay down on it, <br />spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his <br />eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She <br />rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and <br />lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going <br />to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.<br /><br />"Goddamn right I am!" Mason said. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his <br />trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair, pulling his <br />underpants down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing <br />out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of torture, the <br />unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused <br />lubrications. Sue stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as <br />if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm <br />sucking caverns of her mouth.<br /><br />"Come on," Sue urged. "Lie down beside mommy."<br /><br />"And what's mommy going to do then?"<br /><br />"Mommy's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every <br />last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Sue whispered up at him.<br /><br />Damn! Mason thought. She really knew how to get a guy heated up, <br />talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you <br />verbally if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed <br />in anticipation. But he owed her a little teasing for what she had done <br />to him in the car on the way home first, before he took her up on her <br />offer. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to <br />allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to begin to stroke <br />and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth <br />and then to slip her hand underneath and cup and caress his balls, <br />cradling their softness in her palm.<br /><br />Mason stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and <br />removed her hand. "First things first," he said.<br /><br />"What do you mean, lover"'<br /><br />"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"<br /><br />"Oh, daddy! You can tell me the plan afterwards!"<br /><br />"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about <br />it earlier."<br /><br />She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing. <br />"Please, daddy," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. <br />Come on, let mommy suck you now and then you can tell me all about your <br />plan."<br /><br />"No," Mason said. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at <br />her, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along <br />her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of <br />his weapon, at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls. "Now the way I <br />figure it, Jack is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore <br />he's more susceptible than Adie."<br /><br />"So you plan to get to Adie through Jack," Sue said. She stretched out <br />her leg, frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his thigh <br />with her toes, waggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid flesh of <br />his cock until he reluctantly pushed it away and continued.<br /><br />"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from <br />what Jack said tonight. About not being able to work on his novel <br />because of all the interruptions."<br /><br />Sue lowered her hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her <br />fingertips, teasing the softness of her pubic mound, then trailing <br />lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo <br />the moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit. Watching her, Bob <br />became even more aroused - she knew that he really enjoyed watching her <br />play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now <br />that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking. Bob <br />opened his mouth to continue, but he swallowed hard at the sight of his <br />wife manipulating her genitals, darting her middle finger in and out of <br />her soft, hair-lined vagina with deft strokes in the attitude of <br />copulation. As she did so, she pushed her buttocks down farther on the <br />bed, coming nearer to him, and this time he didn't pull away. Her hand <br />seized his cock again, began to stroke it then, before he was able to <br />fend her off, she rose up and pressed her body against his, forcing him <br />back into a prone position across the width of the bed.<br /><br />"Damn it, Sue, I'm trying to tell you about-" Mason began, but then he <br />stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side <br /><a href="http://k2uu4tcqqk2p384s6ciovq8.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/19/678/678911982.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute <br />chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue <br />back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the <br />girth of his large, protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at <br />the stimulations her expert lips were sending through his body, thrust <br />his hips down hard against the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched <br />lightly over his cock now, over his testicles, reaching under his body <br />to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path <br />back to his quivering penis.<br /><br />"The plan ..." Mason began weakly.<br /><br />"You can tell me what it is afterward, lover," she crooned. "Just relax <br />now, daddy, and let mommy take care of you."<br /><br />Damn it, she'd won again, Mason thought fuzzily, giving himself over to <br />the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers. She always won, always <br />got her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the bedroom, she <br />seemed to be lord and master instead of the other way around. Not that <br />he minded, hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn't offend <br />his masculine pride at all to have her get her way - because her way <br />was invariably the best way.<br /><br />Sue was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his widespread <br />thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his upthrust cock, <br />stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the <br />other, then rubbing it gently between the palms of both hands, further <br />arousing him until moans of joy rendered from his lips. "Goddamn it, <br />hurry up, baby, hurry up!" he groaned. "Suck it, suck it, suck it!" His <br />hips thrust upward, but she pulled her head back out of reach, <br />chuckling softly, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls.<br /><br />He reached up and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to <br />guide her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood. His head was <br />lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features <br />of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain <br />reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in <br />and out of her ovaled lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he <br />had to have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil <br />in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come <br />spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava.<br /><br />"Hurry, hurry!" he begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"<br /><br /><a href="http://o23g63b0stey1ibiscbl3.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/123/1233200092.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Sue plunged her head forward and down. <br />Mason felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over <br />the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles <br />of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans opening, <br />drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair <br />tightened and he thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his <br />massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it <br />slam against the back of her throat.<br /><br />"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" Sue mewled around her husband's hardened rod of flesh.<br /><br />"Aaggggggghhhhhhh!" Mason cried in lust-crazed agreement.<br /><br />Sue drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist <br />stickiness of the glans again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster <br />around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him <br />rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished <br />female lover. He watched her convoluted lips working on his cock, <br />watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in <br />again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid tool. The <br />sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal, and his <br />loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse <br />disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small <br />stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between <br />her lips.<br /><br />Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a <br />separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and <br />convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own. <br />She sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was <br />doing, her concentration as full and complete as that of a scientist <br />applying mathematical equations. Her breasts danced wildly below her <br />pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.<br /><br />"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Mason urged her on, dropping his head back <br />on the bed heavily, closing his eyes and pretending for a brief moment <br />that it was Adie Rolfe sucking him, that it was Adie Rolfe's round, <br />lipstick-rimmed little mouth around his huge cock. Well, it would be, <br />all right, soon enough; he'd fuck her one of these days, he was <br />confident of that, and with the fucking went the sucking; that was <br />irrefutable. He'd shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat <br />and into her belly, and she'd be begging him for more ...<br /><br />Sue slaved below, her body glistening from pustules of lust-sweat. The <br />pressure grew and grew in Mason's balls, and he shoved his loins up <br />hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in <br />his desire for the final release of the maddening buildup of semen in <br />his scrotum.<br /><br />And then-<br /><br />And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first <br />stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. <br />He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in <br />agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded <br />without advance warning Sue's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush <br />of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she <br />was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking, mewling and crooning <br />and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.<br /><br />"Keep ... sucking!" Mason cried. "Lover, keep sucking, keep <br />suckingggggg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now, <br />ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in <br />her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his wife crazily <br />sucked at the juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his <br />sperm into her mouth.<br /><br />Sue continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every <br />last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually <br />deflate in her mouth. Mason flung his arms outward on the bed in <br />exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his <br />lips. His wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her <br />head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down <br />into the cradle of his balls. Finally, she crawled up and kissed him <br />full on the mouth. He accepted her tongue hungrily as she thrust it <br />into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were <br />drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.<br /><br />"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.<br /><br />"As good as always!" he enthused. "Hell, better!"<br /><br />She kissed him again, and then said, "Now - I'm ready to hear your plan <br />of action regarding the Rolfe's. After which," she added, smiling down <br />at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my <br />sucking you by eating my pussy until I cum as well as you did. Sound <br />good?"<br /><br />"Sounds goddamned good!"<br /><br />"But first the plan."<br /><br />"Well," Mason said, "it's simple enough. Like I started to say before, <br />Jack was complaining about not being able to work on his novel because <br />of all the interruptions. What he wanted to do, he said, was get away <br />somewhere, alone, where he could really get to work. Remember?"<br /><br />"Uh-huh."<br /><br />"Suppose we provide him with that retreat he mentioned?"<br /><br />"You mean - our cabin on the coast?"<br /><br />"Exactly," Mason told her. "It's perfect."<br /><br />"Do you think he'll accept the offer of the cabin?"<br /><br />"Hell, why shouldn't he? He can't afford not to accept, can he?"<br /><br />"Lover," Sue said admiringly, "I do believe you're a genius. But <br />suppose Adie wants to go along with him?"<br /><br />"I doubt that," Mason said. "When he said he wanted to be alone, I <br />think he meant just that. Completely alone, without even his wife. I'll <br />call him tomorrow and put the idea to him, and we'll see if I'm right."<br /><br />"And if he does accept, then I take over?"<br /><br />"You take over," Mason said. "I'll tell him you'll meet him up there, <br />show him where everything is and so on. Then you're on your own." He <br />grinned. "I have no doubt what'll happen then."<br /><br />"And you'll be doing what?"<br /><br />"Dropping over to see Mrs. Rolfe," he answered. "I'll suggest that she <br />and I take a ride up to the cabin, so that she can see what it's like. <br />I'll say it'll be a surprise, that we'll all have dinner together. <br />We'll drive up there-"<br /><br />"-and just happen to catch sight of Jack Rolfe and me doin" what comes <br />naturally," Sue finished.<br /><br />"Right. Of course, you'll have to make sure the two of you keep at it <br />for a long time. No telling how long it'll be before I get his wife up <br />there."<br /><br />"No problem, lover," she chuckled. "You know me."<br /><br />"Hell yes, I do," Mason said. "You just love cock, Mommy, like I said <br />before."<br /><br />"And you love pussy," Sue told him. She began to push his head down <br />along her body, moving her hips on the bed, letting her own fires <br />rekindle hotly. "Now let's see you prove that I'm right, lover!"<br /><br />Mason proved it without the slightest doubt.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br />"Weren't the Masons nice?" Adie said again as she and Jack walked into <br />the bedroom of their home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."<br /><br />"Saved the night, that's for sure," Jack said. He sat down on the bed <br />and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I <br />would literally have climbed the walls."<br /><br />"Move honey," Adie said lightly. Jack stood up as she removed the <br />spread and folded it at the foot of the bed then opened the covers. <br />"Well, never again," she vowed as Jack settled himself back again. "I <br />guess writers are recluses at heart anyway."<br /><br />"No reason to put up with people you don't like."<br /><br />"I hope to see the Masons again though. Maybe for bridge like they <br />suggested." She backed toward her husband. "Unzip me, will you baby?"<br /><br />Jack reached up and unzipped his wife's dress and then watched lovingly <br />as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the <br />beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her long <br />shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, <br />pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.<br /><br />"Ooohhh!" Adie gurgled, jumping forward from her husband's electric <br />fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner <br />thighs, her skin white and marble smooth and delicate. She tingled from <br />his touch and stepped out of the pool of the fallen dress. "Oh stop it, <br />stop it, baby!"<br /><br />Jack grinned from his sitting position, and although he couldn't see <br />her expression, he knew from their four years of marital relationships <br />that she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first <br />signs of sexual arousal. He continued to stroke his wife's legs, moving <br />his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocative under the silk <br />crotchband of her panties. She wiggled her hips as if in protest, but <br />didn't step away.<br /><br />"Ooohhhh, ohhh, Jack! Oh Jack! I love you Jack!" Adie turned suddenly <br />and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed <br />him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her, and then <br />they embraced passionately.<br /><br />How lucky I am, Adie thought to herself, her brain swimming with her <br />arousal. Landing Jack for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first <br />order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, but Jack <br />had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won <br />him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she <br />had implicit faith in that with his name lauded in the literary circles <br />along with Hemingway, Lawrence, Roth. He was confident of his writing <br />skill, and his columns for the Sentinel had been nationally recognized <br />as the work of a talented writer: a really gifted man.<br /><br />And she was important to him. He had told her so many times, and she <br />made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in <br />her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key <br />element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course he <br />had, by nature of his profession, to be alone most of the time, and <br />this was sometimes difficult for her to accept. There he was, cooped up <br />in his study, so close to her all day and yet so far away. He was so <br />wrapped up in his novel that it seemed that they weren't as close as <br />when he went to work at the newspaper every day. In the evenings he was <br />so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as <br />before and this worried her. Not that she liked it so very much - oh, <br />she did, but not as often as a man does - but because Jack didn't seem <br />to respond as much as he used to.<br /><br />A slight spark of worry crossed Adie's mind as she hugged and kissed <br />her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown <br />old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its <br />luster and Jack become bored with her? He didn't seem to be now, not <br />with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers or his quiet moanings <br />from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard <br />lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being <br />foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever. She darted her <br />tongue deep within his mouth, feeling the roof and his tongue with her <br />tongue tip.<br /><br />And I love him ...<br /><br />Jack turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. She returned his <br />smile coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and <br />wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight <br />alabaster mounds of her buttocks; a thrilled murmur escaped from Adie's <br />lips. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic <br />band of her panties, running his hands along the bare satiny skin. She <br />squirmed beneath his ministrations, pushing her hot loins up into his <br />hardening penis. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with <br />her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.<br /><br />Then suddenly she stood up and pirouetted. She arched her back and <br />unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals <br />from ivory rosebuds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby-kissed <br />tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the <br />waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy, <br />graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. She caressed <br />her full rounded hips with her palms, lightly, wantonly, still smiling <br />at her husband. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching out <br />along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.<br /><br />Damn! Jack thought, turning to stare at her beauty. There's no other <br />woman like her, he had to admit, and she looks just as beautiful now as <br />yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no <br />denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of <br />the abandoned pose she had taken.<br /><br />He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-<br />rounded perfectly formed curves next to him. She lay back against the <br />pillow, her arms begging for him, her legs moving up and down, her toes <br />digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her <br />eyes.<br /><br />"Baby." she whispered softly. "Hurry ... please, baby, now ..." She <br />squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious <br />effect her actions were having on Jack, enjoying the teasing exhibition <br />of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.<br /><br />Jack didn't waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even <br />bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to <br />the floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling <br />position and looked down at her naked form. His thick blood-enriched <br />penis stood out hugely from his groin.<br /><br />"Mmmmm," Adie said softly. "That was quick, honey."<br /><br />"I'm ready, ready right now," Jack grinned down at her. He roamed his <br />hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to <br />tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger <br />down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never <br />stopped marvelling at how magnificent they were, especially considering <br />how small the girl was in height. She was barely five three, but the <br />parts that mattered were enough for any man. Her face was round and <br />cherubic, with an air of innocence about it which made his lovemaking <br />all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time, <br />like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the <br />natural reluctance of "the first time." Her long black hair was fine <br />and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl across her breasts, <br />highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black strands. She wore <br />a C-cup and filled it to overflowing with soft lovely globes, and <br />between her spread legs which were shaped by a master craftsman, he <br />could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal <br />slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement <br />secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair.<br /><br />Jack leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he <br />crushed his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet <br />flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her <br />cuntal lips with yearning heat. Adie moaned but brought her thighs up <br />sharply to stop him.<br /><br />"No ... no ... not that, Jack! You know I don't like you to kiss me <br />there. No, please stop ... please!" Her arms encircled his head and <br />pulled him upward along her body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened <br />wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, baby," she whispered. "Not down <br />there ..."<br /><br />Jack didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his <br />wife's body and ground his lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an <br />otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the <br />time they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal <br />lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been <br />sucked by other girls many times in the past before Adie and he were <br />married. He wanted Adie to do the same to him, to see her head roll <br />from side to side as he tongued the velvet-like insides of her cunt-<br />lips in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter-soft <br />mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his cock, and the very <br />thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on the <br />mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, white sperm <br />into her throat as he had into others" throats and hear her mewling and <br />crooning with the desire of love as he did so.<br /><br />Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris <br />between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue-tip <br />around and around her vagina until at last he plunged his tongue deep <br />into the cavern of her pussy to soak up the secretions, to stab and <br />dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth <br />in similar simulation of intercourse.<br /><br />He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated <br />uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding <br />against his penis until it throbbed with hardness.<br /><br />"Oh ... baby!" Adie moaned. "Darling, darling, I need you so badly ..."<br /><br />"Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between <br />her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair-protected loins against <br />him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with <br />barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed <br />crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being <br />massaged by the light brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping <br />as though it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he <br />ran his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling <br />it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling <br />excitement through him.<br /><br />The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he <br />entered her vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling <br />explosion, crossed his brain. He knew every action, every motion they <br />would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused <br />and wanted her, but ... but what? What was nagging at the back of his <br />mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he <br />gotten to take her for granted after all this time and the original <br />thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a <br />complacency or familiarity; He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. <br />He lifted his head and lay his cheeks against Adie's soft hair.<br /><br />"Is ... there something wrong, Jack?" she whispered.<br /><br />"What? Oh no, of course not."<br /><br />"But there is, Jack."<br /><br />"I ... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.<br /><br />Adie began to shiver beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins <br />hungrily. "You want to make love to me, don't you?"<br /><br />"Yes, yes, I want to."<br /><br />"How ...?" Her question was unexpected and sent an electrifying current <br />through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing <br />and then want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his <br />cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.<br /><br />"Hard!" Jack replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"<br /><br />"Oh Jack, do it now! I want you inside me ... now!" she cried.<br /><br />He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round <br />smooth buttocks, his hand over the soft yielding crevice which halved <br />them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and <br />grasped his fleshy hardness. Jack choked with the cool contact of her <br />fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to <br />show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body against <br />him, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs <br />wide, and his penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her <br />waiting cunt, the thin, hair-lined archway to her innermost desires <br />relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his <br />bulbous aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between <br />her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until it's <br />knob rested against her quivering cuntal entrance.<br /><br />"There, Jack ... right there."<br /><br />He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her <br />widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around his cock <br />and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently <br />beneath him. "Uhhhh!" she murmured, and she leaned into his loins, <br />trying to take more of him, and he levered his massive member to the <br />full length of her cuntal tunnel. It was warm and tight as though he <br />had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting <br />and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen <br />head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-bloated testicles <br />crashed resoundingly against the firm muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He <br />moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his <br />driving cudgel.<br /><br /><a href="http://j2bjckwfjcn5lk3qaiffrj.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/13/194/1943416644.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>"Oh God! Oh God!" Jack groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, <br />feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained to meet his <br />pounding jerks until her loins were inches off the bed. He angled his <br />hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She breathed a <br />mewling sound incessantly, lifting her body to meet his forward attack, <br />opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically <br />to climb his solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the <br />abandoned supplication to their fornication.<br /><br />"Oooohh Jack, you feel so good! So good!" She whimpered in his ear and <br />then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yeesss!"<br /><br />Adie gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis until <br />it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and <br />around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his <br />smooth sliding cock, his tempo ever-increasing. His shaft continued to <br />surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to <br />split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was <br />enough to send him screaming. Oh God! Surely he was going to reach his <br />orgasm soon, for surely he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased <br />his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his balls whacked <br />against her unturned thighs.<br /><br />She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike <br />around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp <br />harder. She began to babble incoherently which he knew to be a sign she <br />was approaching her own climax, and he spurred her on with powerful <br />long strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully <br />to his battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly <br />against his ramming penis, and she rode his cock wantonly as though she <br />never wanted to cease.<br /><br />"Ooooohh ... Oooohhh Goooddd! I'm ... I'm going ... going to ... <br />cummm!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Adie began to vibrate <br />uncontrollably; and then Jack too released his own damned up passion. <br /><a href="http://o21x89ex4d16csp3x3rl.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/34/135/1350140799.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>His cum churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his <br />expanded cock and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt. He <br />shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks <br />of her firm white ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a wild <br />tattoo against her with his still-emptying testicles. Adie wailed into <br />his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically against his belly <br />while he discharged his overwhelming load of sperm violently into her. <br />Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with <br />her own mewlings of gratification.<br /><br />As sanity returned to him, Jack edged his body off his wife and rolled <br />over. Adie almost asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek, curled <br />herself up in a child-like foetus position. He put the covers over her, <br />and for a moment before sleep overtook him, Jack thought of her <br />tenderly. In spite of her few Victorian hangups about oral sex, she was <br />still pretty good in bed, he had to admit. As good as most women he'd <br />had. He stared at Adie, trying to imagine her as a strange woman he had <br />just finished fucking, fucking for the sake of fucking and not out of <br />love. Like Sue for example, that beautiful creature belonging to Bob <br />Mason, that sensual enticing all-woman. My God! He could just see her <br />in bed hungrily sucking his cock, naked and wild with prurience and <br />desire, making love for its own licentious sake. No ... no, why was he <br />thinking like this. What would it accomplish? Besides, he could almost <br />imagine the hurt Adie would feel if she knew of his lewd thoughts ... <br />and the outrage it would cause the Masons, for that matter. He groaned <br />and turned over, shutting off the bedside lamp and plunging the room <br />into darkness.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Adie woke him with a sweet tender kiss the next morning. He slowly <br />opened his eyes and looked up at his wife who held a bathrobe around <br />her, and then he smiled, stretched his arms and yawned.<br /><br />"Morning, honey," she said. "Want some coffee?"<br /><br />Jack nodded, turned over and put his face to the pillow. "MMmmm," he <br />murmured in a sleep-filled voice. Adie, by moving up from the bed, let <br />the sunlight from the open window stream across his body, warming it <br />beneath the covers. He dozed again until she reappeared.<br /><br />"You overslept, baby," she said. "It's nearly nine."<br /><br />Jack suddenly sprang awake. "What?"<br /><br />"If you plan to get any writing done, you'd better start pretty soon. <br />You know what Saturdays are like around here. I should have called you, <br />but I lost track of the time myself."<br /><br />Jack gulped some of the coffee she had brought then jumped out of bed, <br />all thought of resting there gone. He hurriedly dressed, walked out to <br />the kitchen where Adie was scrambling some eggs. He sat at the dinette <br />and watched her lithe young form as she moved gracefully around in the <br />flower-design bathrobe. Her bare legs were still tanned from the summer <br />sun, and they were beautiful enough not to need stockings, he thought; <br />even her small feet, not normally a beautiful or appealing part of <br />anybody's anatomy, were cute to him. He ate the eggs and toast when she <br />served them and even talked a little. Usually, conversation was a <br />matter of grunts in the morning, neither of them very good at being <br />friendly after just rising, but the coffee helped this morning, as well <br />as the lovemaking of the night before. Sex was all important to a <br />marriage; they both agreed to that. Again he had another momentary <br />flash of imagining Bob Mason's wife in the bed with him, and not his <br />wife, but Jack quickly dispelled the idea from his mind as totally <br />unthinkable.<br /><br />Writing was impossible. Jack retired to the study, rolled a fresh sheet <br />of yellow foolscap into the IBM electric typewriter and stared at the <br />keys. No bursts of inspiration came to him. He reread the few pages he <br />had so laboriously salvaged from the previous week's efforts, made a <br />face as he read them and then looked back at the virgin sheet. At this <br />rate, he was going to collect social security when he finished the <br />novel, he thought disgustedly; and with a rush of anger, he tore the <br />sheet from the machine, balled it up and threw it into the overflowing <br />wastepaper basket.<br /><br />Somebody started to cut his lawn down the block, and the gas engine of <br />the mower made a tremendous racket. The man across the street added to <br />the disturbance by starting up a power saw to cut down the limbs of an <br />old oak tree in his front yard. Jack remembered the noise from two days <br />previous when the neighbor had started the project. He finished his <br />coffee morosely and walked out to the kitchen for a fresh cup. He <br />waited, knowing full well he was procrastinating as he heated the pot <br />on the stove.<br /><br />Adie had dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a white frilly <br />blouse. The blouse was sheer enough to see through, and her bra molded <br />her breasts like mountain peaks through fog. She was in the laundry <br />room, sorting the clothes for washing. Jack knew that at twelve she was <br />going to start the washing machine.<br /><br />"Must you?" he said out loud.<br /><br />"What?" Adie, not knowing to what he was referring, looked up, <br />startled. "You mean the washing? No, baby, I don't. Of course we won't <br />have any clean clothes next week."<br /><br />Jack realized he had snapped at her for no good reason. "I'm sorry, <br />honey, I'm just upset. First I'm late getting started today, and now <br />all the racket ..." He sighed and drank some coffee. "I've got to get <br />away someplace."<br /><br />"I know," Adie sympathized.<br /><br />"Up to the mountains or down to the south coast or someplace where I <br />can go just like it was an office and I had a regular job. That's what <br />I need: a ritual, a regular schedule like I had at the Sentinel."<br /><br />Adie had heard it all before, but she nodded in agreement, knowing full <br />well how futile the idea was with their meager savings. As she turned <br />back to her chore with the clothes, she thought about the week's food <br />and how to cut down on the cost a little more. Hamburger instead of <br />roast beef, hot dogs and casseroles and no desserts ...<br /><br />Jack went back to the study, but for all his efforts, he wasn't able to <br />write anything even approximately worth saving by noon. The washing <br />machine went on as promised, and with a muffled frustrated curse Jack <br />threw in the towel and gave up for the day.<br /><br />"Going well?" Adie asked when he appeared, knowing the answer even <br />before he said it.<br /><br />"Like hell," he grumbled. He opened a beer and sat down in front of the <br />television set to watch an old movie, disgruntled.<br /><br />At one, the phone rang. Adie answered it in the kitchen and then called <br />to Jack. He walked in and took the receiver; to his surprise, Bob Mason <br />identified himself.<br /><br />"Hello Jack, how are you?" Mason asked.<br /><br />"Fine. Say, this is a surprise."<br /><br />"Well, it was really nice talking together the way we did last night, <br />and so I thought I'd call and tell you so."<br /><br />"Thanks. Both Adie and I enjoyed it, too. You were a lifesaver."<br /><br />Mason laughed heartily. "Same here. Say, how's the writing coming? Did <br />I interrupt you?"<br /><br />"No, no, there were enough distractions to make me give it up an hour <br />ago."<br /><br />"That is a shame, Jack"'<br /><br />"Well, I'm just going to have to learn to cope with it, I guess."<br /><br />"Maybe not. That's another reason I called. Sue and I came up with an <br />idea."<br /><br />"Really?"<br /><br />"We have a cabin at Salmon Creek on the Oregon coast. It's not very <br />posh, but it has a heater and electricity and running water, and you're <br />welcome to use it if you want."<br /><br />Jack was pleasantly agape. "Well Bob, that's very kind of you to offer <br />..."<br /><br />"Nonsense. Sue and I don't use it much anymore, and we'd like to have <br />somebody up there. It's probably pretty damned musty and could use some <br />living in so you'd be doing us a favor as much as we'd be helping you. <br />Should have thought of it last night. What do you say? I won't take no <br />for an answer!"<br /><br />"In that case ... why yes, I'll be glad to Bob!"<br /><br />"Fine! Great!" Mason said something to his wife about Jack accepting <br />the offer; then there were muffled sounds and he came back on. "Say, <br />Sue had a fine idea Jack. She has some free time this afternoon so if <br />you want to use the cabin immediately she'll meet you there. Around <br />four, if that's all right. She'll turn on the gas and the electricity, <br />show you where things are and give you the keys."<br /><br />"Sounds good," Jack said. "Let me talk to Adie. Just a sec." he quickly <br />told his wife of their sudden good fortune, the Mason's generous offer. <br />His excitement was obvious. "What do you think, honey?" he asked her.<br /><br />"I think it's marvelous," Adie said. Her voice was eager for him.<br /><br />"Do you want to come along?"<br /><br />She smiled ruefully. "Wouldn't you get more writing done if I didn't?"<br /><br />"Well ... yes, probably so."<br /><br />"Then you'd better go alone, honey. It'll just be for the weekend, <br />won't it?"<br /><br />"I guess it will. Though if the Masons don't mind and things work out, <br />I'll most likely want to stay."<br /><br />"Well, I can join you later on if that's the case."<br /><br />Jack hesitated, looking at Adie for a moment and then decided that she <br />was right. Lord, it would be perfect! He could really get started in <br />the novel once he was in seclusion, away from all the interruptions, <br />and if he was alone this weekend, well, all the more work he could get <br />done. He said into the phone as he nodded at his wife, "Sounds just <br />great Bob. Adie doesn't think she should go for the weekend so I'll be <br />going up alone."<br /><br />"Whatever you say," Mason answered amiably.<br /><br />"How do I get there?"<br /><br />"Take the southern freeway until you reach Portland and then pick up <br />Highway 1. You can get directions at any service station. Follow route <br />1 to Hopeful Bay. Salmon Creek is about five miles north, the turnoff <br />is adjacent to a State Fish and Game station there. Turn left and <br />follow the road to Parkwood Lane, about a half mile in. Turn right <br />there, and we're the fourth cabin on the right. Got all that?"<br /><br />"Got it."<br /><br />"Good luck, Jack."<br /><br />"Thanks. Oh, and Bob, I can't tell you what this means. If there's <br />anything I can do for you ..."<br /><br />"Forget it," Mason said. "That's what friends are for."<br /><br />It took the better part of an hour to pack the Ford with the writing <br />necessities such as pens and paper and the IBM typewriter. There was an <br />air of joy about the whole thing, for both the Rolfes were elated at <br />this stroke of good fortune. They talked about how nice the Masons were <br />to help them this way, and how much in debt to them they were. At last <br />the car was loaded; Jack kissed his wife tenderly and drove away.<br /><br />The drive was pleasant, leisurely, and the several miles went by <br />quickly. Most of it was freeway and Jack was able to make excellent <br />time. The road from Portland to Hopeful Bay and then north to the <br />Salmon Creek turnoff was barren of traffic and exceptionally pretty <br />with its Northern Oregon foliage. There was no fog and the sky was <br />clear. Jack hummed a popular tune as he drove, as though he didn't have <br />a worry in the world.<br /><br />The cabin at Salmon Creek was small and smelled of fish and salt from <br />the Pacific Ocean nearby. It was on a slight rise with a large side <br />window overlooking the water. The cabin was of rough-hewn salt-eroded <br />redwood planks and the roof of redwood shingles sagged slightly in the <br />middle; the porch was lobsided, but Jack couldn't have cared less. This <br />was perfect as far as he was concerned, and the next neighbor was a <br />good quarter of a mile away. No kids, no mowers, no street work crews, <br />no telephone interruptions. Just the lapping of the waves and the <br />cracking of typewriter keys on paper.<br /><br />He drove up next to the canary yellow TR-6 Triumph sportscar parked <br />near the porch. He assumed it was Sue Mason's car and that she was <br />already there, for it was next to the house and the stone chimney was <br />sending wisps of smoke into the crisp air. Jack felt strangely excited <br />as he walked across the grounds and tip the heavy plank steps to the <br />front door. He knocked on it twice.<br /><br />There was a scrape of chair legs and then the tiny patter of feet. The <br />door opened. Sue stood easily, her hand on the knob, the other hand <br />grasping a freshly-made martini.<br /><br />"Hi!" she greeted Jack cheerily. "Come on in to your new writing <br />studio."<br /><br />He stopped, his mind stunned by Sue Mason's beauty. She had been <br />provocative at the party, but now this way, she was even more sensual. <br />She wore short-shorts of bright orange, so tight as to show her pubic <br />mound and its wide cleft clearly through the fabric between her thighs. <br />Her long statuesque legs, bronzed even more than Adie's were bare and <br />beautiful, and her belly was just as bronzed nude between the shorts <br />and an orange halter, flat and wrinkle free. Her breasts were barely <br />concealed by the thin strips of the halter, and Jack could almost see <br />her nipples. Her light brown hair seemed shorter than it had the night <br />before, and the pixie cut added to the vivacious effect her sparkling <br />green eyes gave forth.<br /><br />"Come in, Jack," she repeated with a smile, moving aside with the fluid <br />ease of a cat. She seemed to sense his hesitation, for she laughed and <br />took a sip of her drink. "What's the matter, Jack?" she asked coyly. <br />"You took scared. I'm not going to eat you."<br /><br />She didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br /><br />Jack grinned, a little self-consciously, and stepped past Sue into the <br />cabin's interior. The walls were constructed of unvarnished redwood, <br />the ceiling was high, with exposed studs, and the furniture was old and <br />comfortable, mainly rattan and old leather. There was a homey, <br />comfortable atmosphere to the cabin, and the dim, filtered afternoon <br />light added to its warm solidarity.<br /><br />As Jack crossed the bare wooden floor, Sue shut the door and followed <br />him into the mail living room. He could smell a faint, musky perfume, <br />and the headiness of the odor made him slightly light-headed; images of <br />candlelight and soft music and brandy in fine old crystal decanters <br />flashed briefly through his mind. He shook his head, grinning his wry <br />grin; hell, next thing you knew he would be getting romantic notions <br />and half a hard-on, which would do him no good at all since Adie was <br />miles away in Seattle - and Sue Mason was strictly out of bounds. <br />Still, though, the lewd thoughts he had harbored about the voluptuous <br />Mrs. Mason after making love to Adie last night returned momentarily; <br />Christ yes, she would probably be one goddamned holy terror in bed, the <br />way she walked, and smiled, and smelled was irrefutable testimony to <br />that ...<br /><br />Sue said, "Did you have any trouble finding the place, Jack?"<br /><br />"No, no trouble at all."<br /><br />"We were sure you wouldn't."<br /><br />"This really is nice of Bob and you, Mrs. Mason ..."<br /><br />"Sue."<br /><br />"Well, all right ... Sue."<br /><br />"It's our pleasure," she said. She smiled warmly at him, and her eyes <br />in the pale light were dancing with hot, sparking embers. "Would you <br />like to take the guided tour now, Jack?"<br /><br />"Yes," he replied. "Fine."<br /><br />The cabin had four rooms in addition to the huge main living room. <br />There were two small bedrooms, each equipped with a large double bed <br />and a dresser; a tiny kitchen with a stove and refrigerator; and a <br />circumscribed sun porch with floor-to-ceiling windows running the width <br />of the dwelling, which looked out on an oblong, fenced-in rear yard <br />with several pieces of lawn furniture and quite a few large shrubs and <br />bushes. Beyond the fence were rolling sand dunes, extending for about <br />five hundred years, and the dark, blue-black, white-capped surface of <br />the Pacific Ocean.<br /><br />Sue concluded the tour on the sun porch, saying, "You could work out <br />here, Jack. Pull the bamboo blinds if the light gets too strong for <br />you." She indicated an oval redwood table at one end of the porch. "You <br />could use that as your desk."<br /><br />Jack looked around. "Sounds great," he said. "Are there any electrical <br />outlets here? I've got an electric typewriter ..."<br /><br />"Behind the settee there."<br /><br />"Good. Perfect, in fact."<br /><br />"Well," Sue said, smiling at him, moistening her lips with the tip of <br />her tongue. "Are you planning to do any work tonight?"<br /><br />"I don't know," Jack mused. "I usually do my best writing in the <br />morning. I could work a little tonight, but I'd probably be wiser to <br />get a very early start in the morning."<br /><br />"Then you wouldn't be averse to having a drink with me, would you?"<br /><br />"Why ... no, not at all. In fact, I think I could use a drink after the <br />drive."<br /><br />"Would you mind doing the honors, sir?" she asked lightly.<br /><br />Jack grinned. "Not at all."<br /><br />She reached out and took his hand. "Follow me."<br /><br />He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of her <br />fingers on his hand had an odd, tingling effect on Jack; it was as if <br />there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through <br />to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness to his throat, and his eyes <br />were on the undulating rhythm of her rounded buttocks through the tight <br />orange shorts. Damn, but she was a hell of a sensual woman! he thought. <br />If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married ... well, there was no use <br />thinking about ifs, getting himself all worked up over nothing.<br /><br />There was a roll-out bar near the large stone-and-mortar fireplace at <br />one end of the living room. As she slid the compact unit out of the <br />redwood wall, Sue said, "I'm afraid we really don't have much of a <br />liquor supply here. We seldom use the cabin."<br /><br />Jack bent over to peer at the bottles. "Vermouth, sweet and dry; ruby <br />port; and ... what's this?" He lifted a large bottle of clear liquid <br />from the shelf.<br /><br />"Ouzo," Sue said, smiling. She was standing very close to Jack now, her <br />hand brushing lightly against his arm. "My favorite! Do you like it, <br />Jack?"<br /><br />"I don't think I've ever had any."<br /><br />"It's very good," Sue told him. "It's a Greek liquor. Tastes a little <br />like licorice."<br /><br />"Well ..." Jack said dubiously. "How do you mix it?"<br /><br />"You don't," Sue said. "It's served over ice. I'll get some from the <br />refrigerator."<br /><br />She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Jack had <br />put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each <br />one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid over <br />the ice; almost immediately, its consistency changed to an opaque, <br />almost milky one. "Hey!" he said. "I thought only Pernod did that."<br /><br />"No, Ouzo does, too," Sue lifted her glass, waited until he followed <br />suit, and then said, "A toast. To your novel, and its ultimate <br />success."<br /><br />"Thank you, ma'am." Jack sipped the drink, found that it did taste a <br />little like licorice and that it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it went <br />down quite smoothly.<br /><br />"Like?" Sue asked.<br /><br />"Hmmmm!"<br /><br />"Shall we sit down on the couch?"<br /><br />"All right."<br /><br />They sat down. It seemed to Jack that Sue sat rather close to him. She <br />crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of <br />her shorts into the sharply-defined slit of her crotch, making the <br />folds of her pussy bulge out in bas-relief the brilliant orange of the <br />material. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand, <br />so that a good deal of the creamy white mounds of her full, globular <br />breasts were exposed to him - and just a hint of the ruby hardness of <br />her nipples. He felt a slight flush start on the base of his neck, but <br />he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His <br />prick spasmed once, twice, beneath his trousers with beginning arousal. <br />Quickly, feeling a little ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his <br />glass draining the Ouzo.<br /><br />"I'll make us another one," Sue said, taking a healthy sip of her own <br />drink. Before he could protest, she slid off the settee, took his <br />glass, and went to the bar. She was chuckling quietly to herself as she <br />refilled their glasses from the bottle of Ouzo. The liquor was one of <br />the world's finest and most subtle aphrodisiacs, though most people <br />were unaware of the fact; she'd been drinking it for a number of years, <br />and knew the effect it had on the masculine libido after three or four. <br />It increased her own Sexual fervor, too, though she could control <br />herself if she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it, of <br />course. Yes Jack Rolfe was hers now, no mistake. She felt initial <br />droplets of fluid begin to flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as <br />she thought about what would be taking place within the next hour. Oh, <br />she was going to throw a fuck that Mr. Jack Rolfe would never forget. <br />Never!<br /><br />She carried the filled glasses back to Jack and handed him one. She was <br />aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced every now and then at the <br />front of his pants. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping <br />spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out <br />briefly, and her cunt juices began to flow faster with increased <br />anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the <br />first, as she knew it would, and she quickly poured him another one. He <br />didn't protest at all but drank thirstily from it when she gave him the <br />glass.<br /><br />Jack felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks <br />were beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling <br />was so pleasant that he really didn't care. So what if he got a little <br />drunk tonight? As long as he didn't get really bombed, so that he had <br />such a hangover he couldn't work in the morning, why what the hell? Why <br />not celebrate? The use of this cabin, and the philanthropy of the <br />godsends that were the Mason's, merited celebrating; and, of course, it <br />wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly <br />looped with a woman as beautiful, as provocative, as Sue Mason.<br /><br />She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure animal <br />sex, like a kind of miasma encompassing her invisibly as she walked, <br />moved, spoke. What he'd like to do, really like to do, would be to <br />reach out at this moment and take her in his arms, kiss her, love her <br />up a little ... oh, not anything more than that, he wouldn't fuck her <br />or anything, but Lord it would be nice to kiss those soft red lips, <br />caress those hot-looking white breasts, tweak the nipples into rock-<br />hardness, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his <br />tongue ...<br /><br />He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were <br />alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He <br />tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in <br />his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. Guiltily, his eyes <br />went to Sue's face.<br /><br />She was looking at the bulge in his pants.<br /><br />And she was smiling with half-parted lips and fervid eyes.<br /><br />"Why, Jack!" she said in mock surprise, mock reproof. "Whatever were <br />you thinking about to have that happen now?"<br /><br />"I ... well, I ... ," he stuttered.<br /><br />Sue laughed deep in her throat.<br /><br />"Sue, I ... I'm sorry, it's just that I ..." he faltered.<br /><br />"I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on <br />Jack."<br /><br />His breath quickened at her vernacular term. "You ... you do?"<br /><br />"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's <br />right, isn't it, Jack" You do want to fuck me, don't you?"<br /><br />"Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His prick seemed to be palpitating <br />wildly in his pants now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard correctly? <br />Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was Sue talking to him like that? <br />What was the matter with her? Oh Christ, he could feel his balls begin <br />to ache from the pressure of his gathering sperm; he really needed it, <br />he really did, and Sue Mason talking to him like that wasn't helping <br />matters any. Didn't she know what might happen, saying obscene words <br />like that to a man? Didn't she know? He took another long swallow of <br />his Ouzo, and found that his hand was trembling slightly.<br /><br />She leaned close to him, and he could feel her breath on his cheek, <br />like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched his knee, <br />lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth. "Well, <br />Jack"" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you really?"<br /><br />"Sue ... Christ, Sue, cut it out! I'm ... only human ... !"<br /><br />"And so am I, Jack dear. So am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire <br />right now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard <br />cock, Jack. I can tell you do."<br /><br />And she reached out and touched the throbbing bulge.<br /><br />He almost lept off the couch in a convulsing reaction to the electrical <br />shock of her touch on his sensitive penis, encased though it was. Sue <br />stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to <br />pull back, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed <br />hotly, softly against his arm, and her lips found his jaw line, traced <br />a pattern upward along his cheek and then over to search for his mouth. <br />Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as <br />her hand continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick.<br /><br />"Sue ... please, for Christ's sake!"<br /><br />"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Sue repeated, droning the words in an <br />almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist practicing her art on an <br />unwilling but nonetheless hypnotizable subject. "You want to fuck me, <br />Jack you want to fuck me."<br /><br />"No, I ... no! ... oh Jesus, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes!"<br /><br />He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a <br />strangled kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his <br />mouth was grinding against her, his tongue was flailing deep, deep into <br />her mouth. Sue's hand began to move faster on his turgid prick, and she <br />sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own tongue around and <br />around his, darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back to <br />accept the onslaught of his probing member. As if with a will of its <br />own, Jack's left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and <br />kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the orange halter to <br />draw the garment down and away, exposing her nude breast with its fiery <br />nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the <br />seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hardening tip of his <br />prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness <br />until he thought the head would surely erupt.<br /><br />And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her <br />magnificent tits and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full <br />impact of what he was doing struck Jack's mind like a mailed fist.<br /><br />My God! he thought wildly. No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a married <br />man, a happily married man ... this is wrong, it's sick, Jesus ... what <br />would Adie say? What would she say if she could see what was happening <br />right now, my hand on another woman's breast and that woman's hand <br />stroking and rubbing my cock ... I can't go through with it, I just <br />can't.<br /><br />The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away from <br />Sue, pulling his mouth from her, turning his body so that her hand left <br />his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson - partially <br />from shame and partially from his intense arousal. He averted his eyes, <br />looking at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly.<br /><br />"What's the matter, lover?" Sue asked casually beside him, and then, <br />with full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of conscience, <br />aren't you? You're thinking about your wife."<br /><br />"Y-yes," Jack managed to answer. "What ... what are we doing ... what <br />we were leading up to ... Christ Sue, it was crazy, it was all wrong."<br /><br />"Was it?" she asked.<br /><br />"Yes ... of course ..."<br /><br />"I don't think so," she said.<br /><br />"Yes ... yes."<br /><br />"You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased in <br />that droning voice of her. "you know it and I know it. So why pretend <br />any different, Jack?"<br /><br />"Jesus, Sue!"<br /><br />"It's purely a physical matter." she continued. "You want to get into <br />my soft, wet pussy, and I want your big cock inside me. That's all," <br />her lewd words floated across to his mind.<br /><br />"I ... I Iove my wife."<br /><br />"Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything to <br />do with us, with here and now, with fucking."<br /><br />No, no I don't want to hear any more! Jack thought with gathering <br />panic. It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways, <br />you don't have to love a woman to want to fuck her ... but no, damn it, <br />no, I can't do it!<br /><br />He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to Sue, staring at <br />the wall again. His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was <br />aware that his prick was still granite-hard in his pants, that it was <br />still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose <br />himself, find a way to get Sue to leave, or better yet to leave <br />himself, to get far, far away from her and to hell with the goddamned <br />novel ...<br /><br />Sue's voice whispered huskily behind him, "Jack, lover."<br /><br />He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when <br />he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and <br />his eyes seemed to bulge goiter-like.<br /><br />She stood before him completely nude.<br /><br />She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; the <br />articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliantine color on the bare <br />floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head <br />and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her <br />proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her <br />teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, <br />petal-like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to his eyes <br />like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, <br />plunging weapon to stab into her. The brown triangular bush of her <br />pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high, <br />perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep <br />tan of her other parts, jutted out like twin, inviting ruby-crested <br />mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her <br />legs, so long, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner <br />thighs, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered <br />cuntal mouth.<br /><br />"Well, lover?" she asked "Do you like what you see?"<br /><br />"Sue ..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He <br />couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her <br />loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose - and his cock began <br />its maddening pulsations again in his pants.<br /><br />Slowly, slowly, Sue lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and <br />began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky <br />sides from the outer swells of her breasts to her flanks. Then she <br />cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as <br />if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then <br />her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the <br />tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the golden brown <br />fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, <br />thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed <br />across her belly. Jack stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable <br />to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating <br />allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the <br />scene he was witnessing. His penis seemed to be screaming with his <br />ever-increasing arousal.<br /><br />Slowly, Sue's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower <br />through her soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening <br />pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb <br />and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening <br />lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling <br />pink bud of her erect clitoris to Jack's lust-ridden gaze. With her <br />right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in <br />contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating <br />it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her <br />lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her <br />clit, rubbing her finger in madening cadence along the gaping crevice <br />of her wet, pink cunt, she began to talk to him in her droning, <br />mesmeric voice.<br /><br />"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been <br />fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're <br />fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want <br />to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then <br />I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard <br />again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger <br />is now, licking biting and kissing my clit, I want ..."<br /><br />On and on she intoned, and the words - the absolute perverted obscenity <br />of what he was hearing - lashed Jack's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh <br />Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Adie, he didn't care <br />about anything now, the only thing that mattered were Sue's lewd, vile <br />words in his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in <br />surging billows of heat in his scrotum as his cum churned and rolled, <br />begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes ...<br /><br />He had to fuck her!<br /><br />As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself <br />objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him <br />closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her <br />clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she <br />claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, <br />touched her shoulders - but then she was moving back away from him, <br />saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the bedroom."<br /><br />He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, <br />his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. she led him <br />into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on <br />it with her legs spread as wide as she was able to splay them. "Get <br />naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see the big rod of <br />yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover. <br />Let me see it."<br /><br />With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Jack undid his belt, took <br />off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there <br />before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged <br />shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling <br />fluid from its blind eye.<br /><br />"Oh, it's lovely, Jack, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She <br />laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell <br />me you want to put it inside me."<br /><br />"Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words leaped from his <br />throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.<br /><br />"You want to fuck me, don't you?"<br /><br />"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"<br /><br />"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"<br /><br />"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your <br />throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like <br />you've never been fucked before!"<br /><br />"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"<br /><br />A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Jack's being <br />and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the <br />enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft, <br />warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very <br />dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, <br />self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care.<br /><br />He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the <br />valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her <br />buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his <br />ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the <br />orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her <br />hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the <br />rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her <br />fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed <br />over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if <br />trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body <br />against his and ground her pelvis hard into him - and then she twisted <br />suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as <br />they had been before. Her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.<br /><br />Sue's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the <br /><a href="http://n20ya0seqoaf024rnmgn49z.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/35/170/1703681732.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute <br />cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted <br />island and she as inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing <br />dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-<br />lined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their <br />entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her <br />buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart, <br />giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it <br />lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She <br />relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped <br />hotly between her down-soft thighs.<br /><br />He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down <br />the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep <br />in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to <br />him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The <br />sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, <br />giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The <br />tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his <br />hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments <br />from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her <br />innermost depths.<br /><br />"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your <br />cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving <br />small red welts in their sharp path. Jack pushed his hands farther down <br />beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-<br />slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down <br />the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion <br />seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up <br />against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on <br />either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, <br />pulling him tighter to her. "Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me <br />now, Jack lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"<br /><br />He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward <br />and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his <br />palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Jack <br />groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down <br />between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, <br />fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood-excruciating now, <br />and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck <br />her now!<br /><br />He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his <br />huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry <br />pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.<br /><br />"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.<br /><br />He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, <br />consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping <br />vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls <br />slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of <br />her ass.<br /><br />"OOooooohhhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's <br />the way to fuck me, that's itttttt!"<br /><br />Jack ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him, <br />fucking into Sue with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, <br />arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the <br />squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly <br />under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs <br />around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth <br />gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane <br />abandon.<br /><br />"Ohhhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ... <br />oooohhhhh yessssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in <br />my ass! Do it now, Jack, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and <br />make me scream for you!"<br /><br />In slave-like obedience, Jack reached under her, between her rotating <br />buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her <br />pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then <br />dipped his middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of <br />warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was <br />fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and he <br />probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his <br />middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; <br />suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in <br />up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage. <br />She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound <br />at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then she was <br />screaming for him, saying, "Aaaagggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I <br />like it, I like it!"<br /><br />He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.<br /><br />"Oooooooohhhhh! Yesssss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"<br /><br />Despite her cries, he felt Sue suddenly begin to screw her buttocks <br />back down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his <br />hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of <br />pain and passion from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh <br />separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding <br />in and out of her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the <br />forward stabs of his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard, <br />immovable objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his <br />cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were <br />going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his balls. He <br />had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum, he was going <br />to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could <br />be like this, this good, never, never... !<br /><br />He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers <br />simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, <br />in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of <br />her rectum. She gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs, <br />opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, <br />and he knew that Mason's wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued <br />the merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the <br />strength he possessed in his muscled body.<br /><br />"Aaaaaggggghhhhh, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard. <br />Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkiiiiittttt!"<br /><br />She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable <br />out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, <br />pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed <br />her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full <br />expanse of her upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, <br />her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent <br />release.<br /><br />And then -<br /><br />"I'm ... there ... oh God I'm there!<br /><br />I'm ... c c c c c c u u u u u u u u mmmmmmmmniiiiinnnggg!"<br /><br />The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his <br />eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her <br />widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles <br />locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a <br />wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.<br /><br />Jack felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around <br />his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as <br />she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as <br />her loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great, <br />swirl of heat which were building, building in his testicles became <br />unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky <br />load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of <br />his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a <br />seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up <br />into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last <br />final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; <br />he withdrew it slowly, with a soft poppping sound, trailing thin <br />gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside <br />her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea <br />bass.<br /><br />A long moment passed, and Sue said quietly, "That was lovely, Jack. It <br />really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."<br /><br />He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He <br />knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of <br />remorse, shame, self-depreciation. But they weren't forthcoming. He <br />felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a <br />true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself, he felt a <br />certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his <br />masculine ego. With Adie, he had never known that feeling, had known <br />only a vague, veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there <br />were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from <br />really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.<br /><br />Adie. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small <br />part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile <br />man fought the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm <br />heat of the woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the <br />permeating odor of their consummated lust.<br /><br />He felt Sue stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, <br />hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening <br />with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said. "I'm going <br />to teach you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?"<br /><br />He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt <br />a tremor course through his loins. Could he get another hard-on so <br />soon? Was that possible? "Yes," he answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!"<br /><br />Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue <br />flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans opening, causing a <br />thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear <br />into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid <br />expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away <br />her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his <br />genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Jack's prick was <br />beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her <br />expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her <br />smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it <br />gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like <br />that?"<br /><br />"Yes ... oh, yes!"<br /><br />"After that, we'll take a towel and go out in the rear yard. We'll <br />sixty-nine under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, Jack?"<br /><br />"No, God, it sounds wonderful!"<br /><br /><a href="http://o2adkdoizm8qs7pv6uaq.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/14/174/1748484498.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>"It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."<br /><br />As she bent her head to his cock and his balls again, Jack knew that <br />this was going to be an afternoon he would not soon forget ...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />When the doorbell rang, Adie Rolfe was busily vacuuming the living <br />room. With Jack gone, she had decided that it was a good time to do a <br />little spring housecleaning; she had been hard at that chore - <br />rearranging furniture, waxing floors, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning out <br />closets and cupboards - since he'd left for the Mason's cabin some two <br />hours earlier. She hadn't even paused to fix herself anything to eat.<br /><br />At the sound of the door chimes, she switched off the vacuum and ran <br />one slender hand through her long raven hair. She looked down at her <br />attire - black, stirrup-footed stretch pants and a sleeveless, pale <br />green jersey blouse - and ruefully hoped it wasn't anybody important <br />(like Jack's agent or somebody, even though she knew that was <br />ridiculous). She padded across to the door and opened it, and her eyes <br />widened in momentary surprise. But then she smiled warmly and said, <br />"Why ... hello, Bob! This is a pleasant surprise!"<br /><br />Bob Mason smiled cheerily at her. "Hi, Adie looks like you've been <br />doing a little housework."<br /><br />"A lot of it, actually," Adie corrected lightly. "Won't you come in?"<br /><br />"Thanks." He stepped in past her. "Nice little place you got here," he <br />observed.<br /><br />"Well, it's pretty small. As soon as Jack finishes the novel, and we <br />get the rest of the money according to his contract, we're going to <br />move into something a little larger."<br /><br />"Don't pick Sea View," Mason said "Too damned much fog."<br /><br />Adie laughed. "Can I get you something, Bob?"<br /><br />"No, thanks. Listen, Adie, the reason I dropped over is that I had a <br />great idea. I was sitting home, staring at the television, and I got to <br />thinking how you were likely home all alone, too. Well, since our <br />spouses are both at the cabin in Salmoon Creek, I said to myself, 'Why <br />shouldn't Adie and I drive down and meet them there? We could all have <br />dinner together, to sort of celebrate things'." He grinned down at her. <br />"What do you think of the idea?"<br /><br />"Well ... I don't know. If Jack's working on his novel ..."<br /><br />"I don't really think he'd mind. After all, this is the first day up <br />there; he's going to have many more of them in which to work. I thought <br />it would be enjoyable for all of us. And it'll give you a chance to <br />look over the old man's new workshop."<br /><br />"Well ..." Adie said again. "All right, maybe it would be fun at that. <br />Shall I change my clothes?"<br /><br />"Heck, no," Mason answered. He waved a hand to indicate his polo shirt <br />and sports slacks and canvas shoes. "Ultra-casual, that't the epitome <br />of sartorial elegance, as far as I'm concerned."<br /><br />Adie chuckled appreciatively. "Okay, then. But if my husband is angry, <br />you'll have to shoulder the blame," she teased.<br /><br />"Deal."<br /><br />Adie fetched her purse. She debated briefly putting away the vacuum, <br />and straightened up a little more - and then decided that that could <br />wait until tomorrow. She would have plenty of time for continued <br />housewifely chores then.<br /><br />Gaily, she took Bob Mason's arm. "Shall we go, Sir?"<br /><br />"By your leave, madam."<br /><br />They were both laughing as they climbed into Mason's impressive Lincoln <br />Continental parked in front.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br /><br />The drive from Seattle was beautiful and relaxing, and Adie sat next to <br />Bob Mason with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing <br />in particular or especially important. Things were finally going well <br />for her, for Jack, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of <br />her bubbling enthusiasm. Mason smiled and drove the Continental with <br />one ear cocked toward the young, beautiful woman.<br /><br />Occasionally Mason would add something, but only to praise Jack, and <br />this made Adie all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him. <br />The miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury <br />automobile made the passage of time effortless. Yes, Adie was at the <br />very height of happiness. Her husband could get the book finished at <br />last, she would not be worried nearly so much over him, and the two of <br />them had met just the finest of people, the Masons ...<br /><br />Shortly after they passed through the Suburbs Mason said: "Reach in the <br />back, Adie, and open the ice chest, will you?"<br /><br />Adie turned her body, noticing the bright red styrofoam container <br />balanced on the rear seat. Mason watched her as she moved, her legs <br />stretching the elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her, <br />as she swivelled to lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined <br />against the thin jersey blouse, the material clinging to the bra <br />underneath so that her protruding hillocks were shadowed and detailed <br />provocatively. She flattened them against the cushions as she leaned, <br />and Mason gave out an involuntary groan of desire, for he wanted to <br />have his palms around those breasts, squeezing and kneading and <br />pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on the seat, <br />exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Bob?"<br /><br />"Open it and see, Adie." He brought his vision back to the highway, his <br />tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Jack would have <br />thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along <br />with some leftover cole slaw and some other things."<br /><br />Adie laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an <br />unconscious way. "You're probably right about Jack. I don't think he'd <br />remember me, once he's there by himself. That book seems to have taken <br />over everything."<br /><br />Mason chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, if the book is <br />a success. Which I'm sure it will be."<br /><br />Adie started to turn around again, but Mason stopped her, placing a <br />hand on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Adie?"<br /><br />She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly - <br />hand on her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she <br />felt perfectly safe with him in the car ... but still a faint, swiftly <br />passing mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdly grasping and <br />pawing her, rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze, <br />shivering slightly.<br /><br />The hand stayed a split second too long, she thought, but before she <br />could object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the <br />menace her intuition warned her it was, Mason placed it back on the <br />steering wheel.<br /><br />"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added.<br /><br />It must have been her imagination, Adie thought, returning to comply <br />with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the <br />cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, was a <br />large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the <br />thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around <br />to face front again.<br /><br />"What's this, Bob?"<br /><br />"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason <br />...," he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.<br /><br />She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its <br />contents. "What is it?"<br /><br />"Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today." Again the open, <br />frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I <br />remembered."<br /><br />"Remembered?" For a moment Adie didn't understand, and then she <br />recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Danton party. "Oh, you <br />mean - " She had to smile back. "Yes, it is my favorite drink. In fact, <br />about the only one I really like."<br /><br />"Have some, then," he urged.<br /><br />"I don't know ... it's too early in the day."<br /><br />"Go ahead. There's plenty."<br /><br />Adie poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did, <br />a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a <br />car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous. <br />"Mmmmm. This is good, Bob," she enthused.<br /><br />"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly.<br /><br />Well, now, Adie thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This <br />is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a <br />strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl <br />guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-<br />in movie when she was in her freshman year of college, and the six-<br />packs of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after <br />the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her <br />mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many <br />times. That was the night after she had first seen a man's erect organ, <br />standing like a sentry, guarding the trouser's open fly - and the first <br />time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her <br />virginity. But close, so close ...<br /><br />Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her <br />buttocks into the cushion, "Here's to Jack," she said.<br /><br />"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Adie. <br />Everything."<br /><br />She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming <br />her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it - she hadn't had <br />anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Mason <br />had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing <br />his empty cup down as he did so. She in turn refilled his.<br /><br />By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Adie was happier <br />than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As <br />they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as <br />Jack's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Bob? Oh, <br />is that the cabin? It's lovely!"<br /><br />Mason had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach <br />over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative <br />reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He <br />drove up next to the Ford, and shut off the quiet engine and stepped <br />out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly <br />as he could, and Adie latched the passenger door with feminine grace, <br />making not a sound.<br /><br />Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned ...<br /><br />Adie impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin. <br />"They must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and <br />she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Bob. It really looks comfortable <br />inside. But I don't see Jack and Sue."<br /><br />"Oh, they're around somewhere," Mason answered, his face slightly <br />frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then <br />he turned and smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."<br /><br />Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Mason's <br />and Adie's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the <br />cabin.<br /><br />"Oh God, Sue, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"<br /><br />Adie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, <br />lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused <br />horror, and she turned to Mason. Her breath seemed choked in her throat <br />like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed.<br /><br />"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Jack!" he whispered.<br /><br />Mason, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Adie's tender <br />hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"<br /><br />"But Bob, I -"<br /><br />They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a <br />woman's lips. Adie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly <br />like Sue Mason's!<br /><br />"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Jack! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss <br />me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh <br />...!"<br /><br />Adie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Bob Mason. She <br />wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an <br />impossibility - but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the <br />heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad <br />vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her <br />heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Mason's strength <br />too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings <br />growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.<br /><br />"You like fucking me, don't you, Jack?"<br /><br />"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume <br />of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"<br /><br />"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me." <br />There was silence for a moment, and Adie heard the rustling of bodies <br />upon a sheet or blanket as the man - no longer just a man, but her <br />Jack, her husband! - turned to do as bid.<br /><br />Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's <br />infidelity so callously at hand, Adie let Mason take her to the rear <br />wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she <br />peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, <br />and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried <br />to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the <br />horror, the outrageous deflation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, <br />she turned and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting <br />broadness of Mason's chest.<br /><br />"Oh, no ... no, no, it can't be! Not my Jack!" she moaned, her sounds <br />of anguish muffled by Mason's body. "I don't believe it!"<br /><br />What she had so briefly seen was Jack and Sue Mason locked in the age-<br />old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy <br />beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's <br />hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's <br />pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the <br />wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty <br />air.<br /><br />Bob Mason maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his <br />wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock <br />sawing between her lips, as he saw Jack's wildly bobbing head tear into <br />the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with <br />satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his <br />pants. He brushed against the sobbing Adie, feeling her lithe, firm <br />curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost <br />overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off <br />between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women <br />well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have <br />to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Adie turned into <br />anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against <br />her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would <br />bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.<br /><br />"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.<br /><br />Mason smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively. <br />"It's true, Adie. I'm afraid it's true."<br /><br />She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to blank <br />out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on <br />the picture of Jack and Sue in their perverted pose. How could he do <br />such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to <br />push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him. <br />And now he was doing that to another woman ...<br /><br />Almost hypnotically, Adie turned and saw again the fantastic sight <br />before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being <br />performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed <br />by the passionate writhing. Sue was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth <br />straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her <br />cheeks, and as Adie watched, Sue let the cock bury itself all the way <br />up to Jack's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to <br />view. My God! thought Adie, through her horror, Sue must surely choke <br />with all of him in her throat that way.<br /><br />Adie sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread <br />Sue's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her <br />vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was <br />in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Jack <br />dropped his head again, and Sue's writhing cunt was once more lost from <br />sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Jack's <br />head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.<br /><br />Involuntarily, subconsciously, Adie found herself beginning to yaw with <br />Sue's undulations as Jack continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I <br />can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic <br />movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and <br />stop them!"<br /><br />"No," he said.<br /><br />"But you can't ... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!" Her <br />words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Mason knew <br />that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her <br />away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more <br />might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a <br />scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple <br />and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.<br /><br />"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them <br />now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront <br />them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed <br />about this."<br /><br />"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Bob, please!"<br /><br />Nodding agreement, Mason led her away from the bushes and back toward <br />the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll <br />talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."<br /><br />Adie managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain <br />control, she let Mason hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup <br />of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Adie. Drink this. It'll help."<br /><br />She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and <br />she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on <br />the way here, she thought as Mason backed the Lincoln and turned <br />around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I <br />know I would ...<br /><br />They didn't talk for a while, and Adie's head swam with the damning <br />sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Jack so lust provoked, <br />so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it <br />hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then <br />there was Sue, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking <br />...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Jack's cock, thought Sue as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large <br />and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Bob had been right: the Rolfe's had <br />been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Jack first was <br />marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill <br />of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. <br />She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at <br />this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband <br />and Adie Rolfe, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-<br />perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed <br />and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have <br />loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she <br />had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Bob <br />Mason, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled <br />with the credo of Jack's magnificent prick.<br /><br />She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, <br />smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild <br />tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet <br />tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide <br />underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick <br />foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping <br />strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed <br />to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glans with the tip of her <br />tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of <br />his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as <br />her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the <br />towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon <br />air making Jack moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it <br />with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she <br />coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to <br />catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Jack groaned again and <br />raised his leg, making Sue move over him more fully, and then she <br />squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread <br />cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his skin. <br />She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her <br />tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and <br />expose his hair encircled brown anus.<br /><br />Sue continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread <br />buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole, <br />painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her <br />tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All <br />the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of <br />his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt. <br />She was wild with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins <br />with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a <br />crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, <br />with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his semen, to <br />suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his <br />sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft <br />at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again <br />...<br /><br />Jack grovelled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune <br />to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to <br />this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the <br />delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been <br />like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to <br />lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of-doors. Bob <br />Mason's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, <br />unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin <br />naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair <br />enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a <br />theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical <br />excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still blood-<br />engorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent <br />balls.<br /><br />The stretching out under the warm sun ...<br /><br />The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, <br />entirely in the open ...<br /><br />These had all been new to Jack, and tremendously arousing. She had made <br />him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his rod with <br />her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She had <br />fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the <br />rubbery hard nipples of her breasts. Wild ... absolutely, mind <br />blowingly wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another <br />stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt - and <br />he had acquiesced. He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn <br />licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel <br />the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a <br />desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this <br />vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. If only Adie, his own <br />wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth ... Oh God! <br />He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the <br />strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.<br /><br />He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, <br />then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins <br />wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, <br />and she squirmed. He drew her over him, so that her palpitating, soft-<br />rimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her <br />tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust <br />his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy folds. He heard <br />her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She <br />jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself <br />down upon him harder. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and <br />closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a <br />difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, <br />mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he <br />spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his <br />tongue at the expanse of her pearl-white backside. He sucked and licked <br />while she swayed her ass around his face, almost out of control.<br /><br />Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her legs <br />and his chin while he ran his saliva around her stretched vaginal hole. <br />He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides <br />of his cheeks, and he plunged slave-like, his tongue making wet <br />sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked <br />thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was <br />a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat <br />filmed skin, and the orifice of her anus, which was but scant <br />millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral <br />fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the <br />pink bud of her asshole, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside <br />her anal passage with stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the <br />softly throbbing cuntlips, plunging into the secret valley of her <br />desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and <br />tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming <br />the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in <br />the lewd dance of desire.<br /><br />She was almost ready to cum!<br /><br />He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and <br />covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from <br />her filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously and he <br />could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the <br />nibbling, hair-lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by <br />the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her <br />heels against his shoulders and rubbed the palpitating pussy against <br />his face as he mashed against the gluttonously tormented, flame seared <br />vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body and she <br />pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing slashes.<br /><br />Then suddenly she stiffened, and Jack heard her cry aloud. <br />"AAAAAAGGGGGGH! I'm ... I'm going to ... going ... to ...!"<br /><br />Her whole being seemed to explode over Jack, and he could no longer <br />hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began <br />to burst along its narrow tube ... my God, it's never . . been this <br />good ... before!<br /><br />"I'm ... I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"<br /><br />Jack knew she was straining to climax, and she began to twist and <br />wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a <br />bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking <br />cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body <br />quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread their <br />sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until she grunted the <br />last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could <br />still hear her in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep <br />over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the first rain <br />of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.<br /><br />Sue's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot <br />shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his <br />cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan <br />beneath her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock <br />continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his <br />seering, hot semen drenching her gullet. Sue groaned as she sucked and <br />her Adam's apple paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control <br />the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her. She clasped her lips <br />in a tight elastic ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one <br />precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to <br />make room for the seemingly unending torrent until she thought his <br />balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to <br />greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to <br />slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then <br />lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet <br />sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Jack, who grinned contentedly <br />in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping <br />like a thick white spider web to his belly.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />"What are we going to do about ... them?" Mason asked after a while. <br />His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner <br />emotion of high elation was well hidden.<br /><br />"Oh my God, I don't know!" Adie dropped her head into her hands, tears <br />streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed <br />like a small child. "I never thought Jack would ... do ... such a <br />thing!"<br /><br />"Your husband is quite a lover," Mason said caustically.<br /><br />"My husb-! I don't call what they were doing ... making love!"<br /><br />"No? What was it then?"<br /><br />"It was ... disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what <br />they were doing, Bob!"<br /><br />"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me <br />just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was <br />doing it to." Mason pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. <br />"I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."<br /><br />"Kissing people ... there ... is sick!" Adie said, cringing. "They were <br />like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Jack actually ... having <br />intercourse ... than ... what he was doing."<br /><br />Mason smiled inwardly at Adie's reluctance to use the real words for <br />what she saw and thought. How surprised she's going to be to say "fuck" <br />and "suck", to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and <br />suck him. But he only looked at Adie almost as a doctor would a <br />patient, and replied, "Don't be too sure, Adie. Who can judge what <br />should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults? <br />Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness. And to make others <br />happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally <br />right or wrong."<br /><br />"I ... I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling <br />on his argument, then she blurted, "But doing such things can't really <br />make people happy!"<br /><br />Mason shrugged. "No? Well, they seemed to be."<br /><br />Adie started to wail again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater <br />from her eyes. Mason reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed <br />her a clean white hanky. She wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped <br />crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak.<br /><br />"I guess you think I must be an awful fool to carry on like this. I ... <br />I'm sorry, Bob."<br /><br />"Don't be sorry, Adie. No one can blame you for being upset after what <br />you've seen today. God knows I'm upset myself," he lied.<br /><br />They continued toward Seattle, each locked in their separate thoughts. <br />Adie was confused. She poured herself another Vodka Collins almost <br />mechanically and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally. <br />Jack had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to <br />admit she was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really <br />take such deviations to satisfy a man? No, it couldn't, it just <br />couldn't! But ... could it be that she was the one who was wrong? For <br />the first time since she was married, Adie began to actually question <br />her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn't know what it <br />took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea what to <br />do about catching Jack flagrante delicto with Bob's beautiful sluttish <br />wife. She loved Jack, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some <br />way of repairing the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet ... <br />where was her pride, her moral integrity? Could she leave him? Well, <br />she couldn't just stand for this, she couldn't ... and what about Bob <br />Mason ... did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God, <br />God! Adie slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still <br />whirling confusedly.<br /><br />Mason watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief <br />again. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over <br />to the side of the road and fucking her silly right on the spot. But he <br />still had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the <br />outraged husband until he got her back to her house. Else, he might <br />destroy the confidence she was building in him, or abate the anger she <br />felt toward Jack. The first step had gone so well that he hated to <br />chance losing it all on one sudden, rash move. So instead of anything <br />physical, he spoke soothingly to Adie, a practiced skill from the long <br />years as a glib-tongued salesman, and his words came smoothly and <br />easily, building the gap between Jack and her and all the while closing <br />the gap between her and himself.<br /><br />Less then an hour later, he parked the Continental in front of the <br />Rolfe's house. As he helped Adie out, Mason said, "I've worked hard, <br />Adie, awfully hard over the years, and I'm not going to jeopardize my <br />position." He looked at her; she was still agitated and shaking. "I <br />haven't accumulated a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a <br />foolish reaction ... or an ugly scandal."<br /><br />They walked along the path to the front door. Adie fumbled in her purse <br />for the key.<br /><br />"No, honey," Mason continued as she ushered him in. "There'll be none <br />of that, I promise you." He shut the door and leaned against it, <br />smiling a faint, sardonic smile. "But they aren't going to get away <br />with this, are they?"<br /><br />Adie turned to look up at him. "No," she said grimly. "They aren't <br />going to get away with it, Bob."<br /><br />Mason's smile grew progressively larger. His eyes moved slowly over the <br />firm, slim curve of the distraught woman before him, trying to maintain <br />a hurt, gentlemanly expression while the fire was building ever hotter <br />in his loins. You're going to be a good fuck, baby, he thought <br />hungrily. You're going to be as good a fuck as my wife when I get <br />through with you.<br /><br />He said, "I think we could both use another drink, Adie, don't you?"<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 5<br /><br /><br />Adie sat next to Bob Mason on the three-cushion couch, her fifth drink <br />- or was it her sixth? She couldn't really be sure how many she'd had <br />in the car - clutched tightly in both her hands. Her mind was swirling <br />with the pictures of what she had seen at Salmon Creek ... Jack kissing <br />Sue between the legs, kissing her - well, her pussy, no use mincing <br />words now ... Jack's large bloated penis almost completely consumed by <br />the wet dripping lips sucking voraciously on it as if it were some <br />gigantic peppermint stick ... Jack's contorted lust-expressioned face <br />and Sue's as they groveled in one another's private sweating parts ... <br />God! God! It was all there in her mind as vivid now as it had been when <br />she'd witnessed it. She felt a little nauseous, a little ashamed, but <br />yet overwhelmingly angry; Jack had violated a sacred marital trust, the <br />very essence of love and their relationship ...<br /><br />She didn't know what to do. Actually, she wanted to hurt him, do <br />something to pain him as he had pained her ... retribution ... <br />reprisal. But that was unthinkable, because the only kind of <br />retribution or reprisal which this untenable situation warrented was <br />doing the same thing - or at least the same type of thing - that Jack <br />had done. In plain terms, it meant making love to another man, and she <br />simply couldn't do that.<br /><br />Or - could she?<br /><br />No, no, no, no! her mind repeated, over and over. No, that's liquor <br />talking, liquor and shame and hurt talking; I really shouldn't have had <br />all these drinks ... oh God, I don't know what to do! I don't know how <br />to cope with a situation like this; who would ever have dreamed that I <br />would have to?<br /><br />Adie felt tears brim in her eyes, spill down over her cheeks. Crying <br />wasn't going to do any good, she knew that, but she felt so wretched <br />and miserable at that moment, so indecisive, that the tears were <br />something of a defense mechanism to momentarily flood out the terrible <br />hurt and still leave the questions unresolved. She let the tears flow <br />freely, pouring from her eyes like cascading winter rain, sobbing <br />brokenly without removing her hands from around the glass.<br /><br />Dimly she was aware of movement on the couch beside her; dimly, she <br />felt a hand touch her shoulder, an arm go around her and draw her <br />close; dimly she knew the clean faint cologne smell of a man in her <br />nostrils. But the arm was strong and the odor was not at all <br />unpleasant, and she allowed herself to be pressed close against a firm <br />supporting chest, lowering her head there and crying deeply, <br />dispairingly.<br /><br />Bob Mason felt the warm resilient body pressed tightly to his own, felt <br />the firm rippling muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, <br />smelled the heady fragrance of her hair and her body. Goddamn! Oh it <br />was going to be good, all right; it was really going to be good! Bob <br />Mason felt a throbbing ache in his balls, and the blood was beginning <br />to pound hotly in his rising cock, making little tingling sensations <br />race back and forth across the swelling head. Damn! He couldn't wait <br />much longer, that was for sure. He had to have her pretty soon now <br />because if he didn't, he was going to blow his whole load in his pants, <br />sure as hell. But he sensed that she was open and ready for a <br />suggestion now - she was ashamed and a little drunk and mad as hell - <br />and that it wouldn't take much to convince her what was sauce for the <br />goose was sauce for the gander.<br /><br />Mason began to whisper softly against her hair, letting the soft <br />strands tickle his nostrils, intensifying the warm pleasant ache in his <br />now-almost-fully-erect cock. At first the words were soft, mesmeric, <br />quieting sounds, consisting of "shhh, honey" and "don't cry, now, don't <br />cry" and "everything will be all right, baby, you'll see." He took the <br />glass from her fingers and placed it on the coffee table; almost <br />immediately she raised her hands and clutched at his polo shirt, <br />bunching the cloth between her spasmodic fingers as she wept against <br />him. He knew that the words, his nearness, were having an effect on her <br />- though of course she couldn't be realizing it at the moment, would <br />realize it only later when his forthcoming plays would have sent her <br />beyond any recall. She was trusting him now, trusting his words and <br />trusting the touch of his arm about her shoulders ... just the way he <br />wanted it.<br /><br />Mason began then to stroke the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper <br />arm, gently, comfortingly. And in the same tone of voice that he had <br />been using but with different words now he intoned, "Don't think about <br />it, honey. Don't think about the way your husband and my wife looked <br />there on that blanket, the way their faces looked in the sunlight. <br />Don't think about what they were doing, licking and sucking one <br />another, touching one another. Don't think about your husband and my <br />wife, honey; don't think about it at all ..."<br /><br />Mason could feel the firm warm breast pressing against his rib cage, <br />could feel the nipple hardening somewhat there, and he smiled as he <br />continued to talk. His words were having the desired effect on her; she <br />was thinking about Jack and Sue of course, just as he had known she <br />would. She was seeing them mentally as they had looked there at Salmon <br />Creek, sixty-nining ... and the images were in turn causing <br />unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her own body. Almost ready now, <br />he thought; she's almost ready now ...<br /><br />Despite her tears, the tortured confusion of her mind at the events of <br />the afternoon, Adie was beginning to slowly experience an almost dreamy <br />torpor as she remained enveloped in Mason's strong gentle embrace. His <br />words seemed to flow like soft warm butter into her ears, soothing, <br />hypnotic; she was aware that he was telling her not to think of what <br />she - they - had seen, of Jack's and Sue's joint infidelity but the <br />vision was nonetheless there, unerasable, brought into crystal clarity <br />by his soporific voice instead of dimmed into her subconscious. She <br />didn't want to think about it, God knew that, but she just couldn't <br />help it ... she just couldn't help it. She sobbed into the thin <br />material of Bob Mason's polo shirt, finding a certain security in his <br />masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare <br />shoulder and upper arm.<br /><br />And strangely, perversely, the images in her brain were starting to <br />have a certain physical effect on Adie as well. She could feel <br />twitching excited sensations deep within her belly, and her vaginal <br />orifice begin to secrete droplets of lubrication, moistening her <br />panties under the black stretch slacks, causing her to open and close <br />her thighs, open and close them in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her <br />nipples hardened under the sleeveless jersey. She tried to will her <br />body to cease its tingling ardor, but the images were too vivid - and <br />Bob Mason's maleness was too close, too exciting ... yes, exciting was <br />the right word, Bob was really quite an attractive man, certainly not <br />repulsive in any way, and so kind and gentle and good ...<br /><br />Mason felt Adie Rolfe trembling beneath his arm, trembling with <br />something else now beside the racking sobs of her misery, and he <br />thought exultantly: Now's the time! She's ready, she's really ready ... <br />oh Christ, I'm going to throw a fuck into her that she won't soon <br />forget! I'm going to shove it all the way up into her belly until she <br />screams for me to cum, and then I'm going to fill her up with boiling <br />hot sperm! She'll throw rocks at her old man when I'm done fucking her, <br />goddamn right!<br /><br />He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and <br />lightly down along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was <br />having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying now, although <br />her face was still buried against his chest, and her hands still <br />clutched his shirt, and he sensed rather than heard a quickening of her <br />breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her <br />back now, down, down almost to the curve of her buttocks, bringing it <br />up to tease along the ridge of her spine. And all the while he was <br />whispering words into her hair, words becoming bolder and bolder: <br />"Don't think about them Adie, the two of them making love ... no, <br />fucking, Adie, that's what they were doing, honey, they were fucking <br />orally, but you mustn't think about your husband's hard penis in Sue's <br />mouth, and you mustn't think about Jack kissing and licking between my <br />wife's legs. You mustn't think about any of that, honey ..."<br /><br />She was breathing faster now, all right, he could hear it and feel the <br />heat of her breath through the shirt. Well, if there was ever any time <br />to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Right now!<br /><br />Mason brought his hand up to her shoulder again, and then casually, <br />lightly, he put it on the swelling mound of her breast and began to rub <br />the pliant globe tenderly through the encasing jersey and bra. He heard <br />the sharp intake of Adie's breath, felt the sudden stiffening of her <br />body and the convulsive kneading of his shirt in her hands. But she <br />made no effort to pull away, and he grinned widely, evilly, knowing <br />that he had won, that she was his irrevocably now. He kept caressing <br />her breast, running his thumb across the hardened nipple, his heart <br />pounding in his chest and his cock leaping like a wild thing seeking <br />escape from the cumbersome cage that was his shorts and trousers ...<br /><br />A warning voice in Adie's mind tried to penetrate the lethargic state <br />Mason's words had evoked, tried to tell her that something was going to <br />happen if she didn't put an end to it right now. And yet, somehow, his <br />hand on her breast didn't seem wrong to her, not really, it felt so <br />good, like the hand of her father stroking her sweating body when she <br />had been down with a high fever as a child, telling her to leave <br />everything to him and it would be all right. And Bob's voice, speaking <br />against her hair, saying now: "We have to do something, baby, we owe it <br />to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart, and it can be good <br />that way, very good ... You want to hurt him, don't you? You want to <br />hurt him for what he's done, don't you? I want to hurt Sue for what <br />she's done; she deserves to be hurt and Jack deserves to be hurt, honey <br />..."<br /><br />Turnabout is fair play ... Jack deserves to be hurt ... The words spun <br />and tumbled in Adie's confused mind as Bob Mason stroked her breast and <br />held her close to him. Yes, he was right. Jack did deserve to be hurt, <br />and the only way to hurt him was with her body ... But did she dare do <br />what she knew this situation would lead to if she continued to remain <br />passive? Did she dare to be, herself, as unfaithful as Jack had been? <br />Well, why not? Why not, indeed? Jack had been the one to despoil the <br />sacrosanct vows of marriage, hadn't he? Yes, damn it, she dared to do <br />it, all right; she was just hurt enough, just angry enough, just drunk <br />enough, and... yes, just aroused enough ... that she would do it ...<br /><br />Mason's hand had dipped under her sweater now, was trailing hot <br />tremulous paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher <br />to touch the tightly encased orbs of her breasts, cupping first one and <br />then the other. Adie's hips began to squirm against the softness of the <br />cushions, and she turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing <br />herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed tightly <br />shut, her lips parting wetly; it was as if she were a puppet and the <br />puppeteer had activated the string controlling her head, raising it up <br />for the innocent kiss of a boy puppet - except that Bob Mason was not a <br />puppet and not a boy and the kiss would surely not be innocent ...<br /><br />It wasn't.<br /><br />He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his <br />warm moist one, flicking his tongue forward immediately to slip past <br />her teeth and into her mouth, to meet and entwine with hers. Pinwheels <br />of light flashed in back of Adie's eyes at the sheer physical impact of <br />his kiss, and her hand lifted from his shirt front to encircle his <br />neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together like molten <br />metals fusing into one. His hand was pushing her bra up now, <br />insinuating itself beneath, touching the hot flesh of her naked breast <br />now, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between <br />his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out of <br />her mouth in the attitude of copulation, and she made tiny excited <br />mewling sounds of pleasure deep in her throat.<br /><br />And then Mason's hand left her breast, moved down along her stomach, <br />seeming to sear her skin there, and then around to the waistband of her <br />stretch pants. Quickly, then deftly and without hesitation, he <br />unbuttoned the single button at the side, located the zipper and drew <br />it down; his fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moved <br />inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the <br />hot flesh of her abdomen and then the first curling strands of her soft <br />downy fleece. But he didn't pause there; he let his hand slide still <br />lower, his middle finger extended until the digit came into sudden <br />contact with the warm damp furrow of her cunt. Adie's body jackknifed <br />against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked <br />defenseless crotch; her whole being commenced to oscillate violently, <br />and she began to moan in wild staccato cadence. From somewhere far, far <br />back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again: No, this is <br />wrong, this is all wrong. I'm not some whore to be used; I'm not <br />merely, a receptacle for a strange man's semen ... I still love Jack no <br />matter what he's done I still love him ... no, no, no, this is all <br />wrong ... stop it, stop it now, before it's too late ... you have to <br />stop it, stop it, stop it!<br /><br />But she didn't stop it. She couldn't stop it. She was incapable of <br />pulling away from him, she liked his touch on her genitals, yes she <br />liked it! She liked his tongue in her mouth, liked his touch. Oh God! <br />She couldn't stop it now at all, it was too late, too late ...<br /><br />Mason dipped his middle finger into the wet trembling passage of Adie's <br />burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing with <br />it, reveling in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal <br />of her firm young body. Christ! he thought, she really turns on, just <br />like I knew she would. She wants cock all right, she's fired up for <br />cock, and when a woman gets that way nothing else matters; nothing else <br />at all.<br /><br />"Baby," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers <br />briefly, "baby, I want you, I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you baby <br />..."<br /><br />She stiffened momentarily at his use of the obscene word, but he knew <br />that his voice, his finger playing maddeningly with her vaginal <br />opening, would overcome her hesitations ... she was too far gone now <br />for anything else to happen.<br /><br />And then in a voice that was strange, detached, she breathed out her <br />answer to him; breathed out words which caused Mason's prick to throb <br />intensely in his pants and dribble excited seminal emissions from its <br />swollen glans, words which were at once distinctly alien and impossibly <br />exciting on her lips and in her ears, words brought about by many <br />things not the least of which was a strange awakening of sexual desire <br />wrought intrinsically by her own husband's perverted actions of the <br />afternoon.<br /><br />She said, "Oh yes, Bob darling, and I want you to fuck me, I want you <br />to fuck me, I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, <br />Bob! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ..."<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Jack lay next to Sue Mason on the large towel, spent, staring up at the <br />late afternoon sky paling into the first shadows of evening. Now that <br />the wild abandoned sexual games had ended - or at least had ended until <br />the impossibly ardent, insatiable Sue Mason had recuperated his now <br />flaccid prick for another round - Jack was thinking once again of Adie. <br />He was thinking of how much he loved her in spite of her sexual <br />shortcomings, in spite of the fact that she was not now and could never <br />be a match for a nymphomaniac like Sue, and the thoughts brought the <br />first lingering vestiges of shame to his mind, stirrings of guilt which <br />would amplify later, he knew, and consume him with self-loathing and <br />self-disgust at his inability to control his carnal instincts.<br /><br />God, he thought, how can I ever face Adie again? How can I look her in <br />the eye? She'll be able to tell of course, she'll take one look at me <br />and she'll know what I've done here today ... oh Adie, dear sweet <br />unsuspecting Adie, what could have come over me? I love you, I don't <br />want to hurt you ... but I'm no good at lying, and you'll know that <br />I've been making love to another woman, you'll surely know, and when <br />you do I won't blame you if you leave me, God knows you've got the <br />grounds and the right...<br /><br />"A penny for your thoughts, lover," Sue said beside him, rolling over <br />onto her stomach and looking into his face as she propped herself up on <br />her elbows.<br /><br />"Sure," Jack answered bitterly. He didn't meet her eyes.<br /><br />"Oh," Sue said softly. "You're thinking about your wife."<br /><br />"Yes, I'm thinking about my wife."<br /><br />"And you're feeling guilty about all that we've done here today, aren't <br />you? Guilty because your dear sweet innocent Adie would be absolutely <br />horrified if she knew. Am I right?"<br /><br />Jack felt color blotch his cheeks, and he turned his eyes to her <br />angrily; who did this bitch think she was, taunting him about Adie?<br /><br />"What difference does it make to you if I am thinking about her?" he <br />demanded.<br /><br />Sue laughed softly. "I don't like to see a man put a woman up on a <br />pedestal," she said. "No woman belongs on a pedestal, lover, and when a <br />man finds that out, it's usually a rude awakening."<br /><br />"What's that supposed to mean"'<br /><br />"Just that I wouldn't be too terribly surprised if I were you, to learn <br />that you're not the only member of your family to engage in a little <br />extracurricular activity."<br /><br />The heat flowed through his entire body, and he had to repress a desire <br />to slap her for her comment. His voice was low and menacing as he said, <br />"You goddamned bitch! Just because you're a fucking nympho: just <br />because you fuck around on Bob doesn't mean that all women are like <br />you."<br /><br />"Doesn't it?" Sue asked amusedly. She moved her body provocatively next <br />to him like a predatory cat just awakening on a summer morning.<br /><br />"No, goddamn it, it doesn't!"<br /><br />"Tell me, lover," she inquired lazily, "what do you suppose that <br />darling little wife of yours is doing right at this moment?"<br /><br />"Why ... why she's home, probably cleaning the house or watching <br />television."<br /><br />"I don't think so," Sue told him. "I think she's with Bob right about <br />now."<br /><br />"With Bob? Why would she be with your husband?"<br /><br />"Why do you suppose, lover?"<br /><br />"You bitch, are you insinuating ...?"<br /><br />"I'm not insinuating anything. I'm simply stating a fact. I know my <br />husband pretty well, and I'd be willing to bet just about anything I <br />own that he's either got your darling Adie in bed by now or is pretty <br />damned close to it."<br /><br />Jack was sitting up now, his mind whirling disconcertedly. What Sue was <br />saying was inconceivable. Adie would never ... submit to Bob Mason. And <br />Bob would never take advantage of his, Jack's absence by trying to <br />seduce Adie. Would he? No, that was ridiculous, downright absurd! He <br />knew his wife; she was strictly a one-man woman; she would never ...<br /><br />"I know what you're thinking, lover," Sue said, "You're thinking that <br />either I'm crazy, or there's something going on that you never even <br />dreamed of. Well, I'll tell you this much; I'm not crazy."<br /><br />Jack just shook his head numbly, staring at her.<br /><br />"Tell you what," Sue said casually, "why don't we get dressed and drive <br />back to Seattle? We'll take your car. When we get to your house, then <br />we'll see what we shall see. Okay?"<br /><br />"I don't believe any of this!" Jack insisted. "My wife wouldn't ..."<br /><br />"You're not afraid to drive back to your little love-nest with me, are <br />you? You're not afraid that instead of proving me wrong it will prove <br />me right?"<br /><br />"No, goddamn it!" Jack exploded. "I'm not afraid of any such thing!"<br /><br />Sue stood up and ran her hands slowly down her naked bronzed flanks. <br />"Shall we get dressed then?"<br /><br />"All right!" Jack said, gaining his own feet, fighting down another <br />urge to slap this woman, this bitch who dared to talk about his Adie <br />the way she was. "Let's get dressed and let's drive back to Seattle! <br />And when Adie turns out to be alone and cleaning house, I'm going to <br />get an apology out of you! Or else!"<br /><br />Sue smiled wisely and turned and started for the cabin's rear entrance.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Adie moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, giving herself over <br />fully to this man, Bob Mason, this comparative stranger who shared her <br />hurt and her torment, allowing his expert ministrations to arouse her <br />to a fever pitch. As he guided her down on the couch, his middle finger <br />still tantalizing her naked clitoris, his tongue once again fucking her <br />mouth rapaciously, Adie thought dimly: I'm doing this because of you, <br />Jack, because of what I saw you doing; its your fault, Jack, all your <br />fault that I'm doing this ... turnabout is fair play ...<br /><br />Mason suddenly took his mouth from hers and hovered over her prone, <br />trembling, waiting body, his eyes feasting gleefully on her partially <br />exposed cunt below the lowered panties and slacks, his finger forming <br />its way along the wet, sopping passage at will. She was all his now, <br />all his! "I'm going to make you naked now, honey," he whispered in his <br />droning voice. "I'm going to make you naked, and I want you to help <br />me."<br /><br />"Yes", she moaned in reply. "Yes, Bob, yes." His hand left her cunt and <br />he began to agilely slide the stretch pants down, down along her creamy <br />white thighs, bringing her petal-like, softly hair-lined pussy into the <br />full view of his salacious gaze. When he had the garment off, he <br />removed the panties. Adie was sitting up now, her eyes squeezed tightly <br />shut, drawing the sleeveless jersey over her head, unfastening her bra, <br />tossing both garments onto the floor and then lying back down again. <br />She was completely nude now, completely at his mercy, and Mason drank <br />in the beauty of her with spittle drooling from the corners of his <br />mouth.<br /><br />Adie felt spasmodic little jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the <br />cool rush of air played over her naked and fevered flesh. Then she felt <br />Mason's big hands close over her breasts, heard him gasp out his <br />delight at their satiny pliancy, at their hard, distended little ruby <br />nipples. He began to roll his fingers across the hardened buds, <br />tweaking them into painful arousal ... and then she felt his head lower <br />onto her chest, felt his hot, wet mouth encompass one of the teats, <br />flicking and rolling it maddeningly with his burning firebrand of a <br />tongue. She groaned again, her hips beginning a slow, undulating rhythm <br />on the cushions of the couch. He continued to suckle her nipple while <br />he moved on the couch beside her, his hands leaving her flesh now, and <br />Adie was vaguely aware that he, too, was getting naked. Then his lips <br />left her breast, and he commanded softly, "Open your eyes, honey. Look <br />at me. Look at what I've got for you."<br /><br />Slowly, Adie allowed her eyes to flutter open. She saw him kneeling on <br />the floor beside her, as naked as she, his face twisted in a lewd, <br />venerous grin. Her gaze moved down his heavily muscled body and then <br />came to rest on his thick, rigid penis standing out from his large, <br />round belly. She sucked in her breath sharply. God, it was big! It was <br />huge, bloated, the purplish head seeming to throb with a hidden <br />intensity. She imagined that great monster burrowing itself into the <br />soft, fleshy folds of her vaginal orifice, a quiver of fear coursed <br />through her; could she take all of that without splitting herself wide <br />open?<br /><br />"Do you like it, honey?" Mason asked, and his hand began to stroke <br />lewdly the heavily uncircumcized foreskin back and forth over the <br />bloated glans.<br /><br />"It's ... it's so big!" Adie managed to stutter out in her hesitancy.<br /><br />Mason continued to massage the granite-hard expanse, slowly, <br />tantalizingly. "It's all for you now, honey," he intoned. "All for you. <br />I'm going to fuck you with every inch of it, Mrs. Rolfe, every hot <br />throbbing inch of my big cock."<br /><br /><a href="http://k23vplz5gt1zk9z40xi9461.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/855/85519925.gif" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a>His lewd mesmeric words caused Adie's fevered body to twist more <br />seductively on the soft couch. Her fogged mind, instead of being <br />repulsed by Mason's gigantic member, by her own naked body spread <br />obscenely before him like some sacrificial pagan maid, was dwelling on <br />the prurient sensations which pulsated along her sweating flesh. I want <br />your big ... cock, that's the right word, yes ... I want your big cock, <br />Bob Mason, I want it inside me, I want it to fuck me, to fill me up. I <br />want to be fucked, fucked, fucked. Jack, you did this to me, you made <br />me do what I'm doing, you forced me into this situation; it's your <br />fault, Jack, and I wish you were here to see whats going to happen. I <br />wish you could see it like I saw you and Sue; I wish you could, Jack-<br /><br />Dreamily, she watched Mason raise up onto the couch, settle his body <br />beside hers, and his head dip once again to her gently quivering <br />breasts. She moaned softly as she watched him take first one nipple, <br />then the other, into his wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking <br />the rigid fruit until she wanted to scream from the waves of pleasure <br />washing through her body. She watched his head dip lower, trailing hot, <br />moist kisses between the swollen tits and down to her navel, pausing <br />there to flick his tongue into the tiny puckered opening, and then to <br />move still lower until he was breathing hotly into the softness of her <br />pubic hair.<br /><br />In that moment, Adie realized what Mason would do next, what the <br />ultimate target of his fervid liquid kisses would be. Repugnance seized <br />her for a moment ... no, it was wrong, wrong ... and she tried to draw <br />his head away, pull him up over her as she had done to Jack when he <br />attempted to perform the heathen rite of cunnilingus upon her. But <br />Mason would not be drawn away. He remained where he was, kneeling now <br />between her wide-spread legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh <br />of her inner thighs, his eyes feasting on the dripping, pink, fluted <br />lips of her cuntal mouth.<br /><br />"No, honey," he said, talking to her cunt instead of to her face, as if <br />it were a being, an entity, unto its own. "I'm going to kiss and lick <br />your pussy, just like your husband kissed and licked my wife's pussy. <br />I'm going to bury my tongue in your cunt, I'm going to lick your clit, <br />I'm going to suck you until you have an orgasm, Adie, until you cum and <br />cum and cum ..."<br /><br />Once again, Mason's vile, lascivious words made Adie tremble with wild, <br />wanton desire. The degradation of the act she was about to have <br />perpetrated on her defenseless crotch suddenly seemed to pale into <br />insignificance; everything seemed to pale into insignificance in that <br />moment - shame, guilt, fear, disgust - all of these meant nothing. The <br />only thing that seemed to matter were the intense fires which his <br />words, his actions, had set to flaming in her breasts and in her belly <br />and in her cunt. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused for <br />the first time ... and she didn't care, she didn't care ...<br /><br />"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh yes, Bob!"<br /><br />"Yes what, baby?" Mason asked, unable any longer to contain his <br />animalistic grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer <br />important. "What do you want me to do?"<br /><br />"I ... I want you to ... to suck me, Bob."<br /><br />"Suck you where, Adie? Where?"<br /><br />"My ... my pussy!" Adie cried, her eyes closing again, her hips <br />grinding a lewd sensuous circle down against the couch, her head <br />beginning to roll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, <br />Bob, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, Bob, lick it, lick it!"<br /><br />Still grinning hugely, Mason drove his head savagely downward, his lips <br />mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal <br />orifice in the ultimate French kiss.<br /><br />"AAAAAggggghhhhh!" Adie screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into <br />her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. <br />Her hands grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her <br />lust-soaked loins. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God, <br />how could she have ever denied Jack this... how could she ever have <br />denied herself this? It wasn't ugly, it wasnt sick ... it was sooooo <br />gooooooooddddddddd!<br /><br />Mason continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his <br />hands slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits once more, <br />cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now while his mouth and <br />tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making <br />obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Adie's mind <br />with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her small hands into <br />white-knuckled fists in his hair, pulling some of the salt-and-pepper <br />strands loose in her convulsive actions, as Mason's probing tongue <br />located the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined <br />sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp white <br />teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his tongue <br />round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in <br />total abandonment from side to side, and Mason opened his mouth yet <br />wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit <br />to the throbbing hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally <br />fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, <br />wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole, listening to her making <br />unintelligible whimpering sounds as he swirled and flicked his member <br />around the velvet-like interior of the pulsating soft cunt lips. He <br />slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they <br />were now draped over his shoulder, the whole of her flowing vaginal <br />plane in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he cupped her <br />soft white buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep <br />into the searing liquid depths of her cunt.<br /><br />Adie's cries of animal pleasure now filled the livingroom. Oh God, Oh <br />God, Oh God! her brain screamed over and over again as Mason continued <br />to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping furrow. And then, as her <br />buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he <br />drew the member out and drew it licking downward to the secret, tiny <br />puckered ring of her virginal anus. She sucked in her breath in a <br />gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a <br />small part of her mind cried out that this was dirty, vile, perverted <br />... she flung her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought <br />his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, <br />thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept <br />his phallic member. Adie's body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the <br />overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent <br />after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it ...<br /><br />Mason licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tight, pungent <br />little asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-<br />controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far off. <br />Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth <br />first, and then, later, with his cock. He began to drive his tongue <br />harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, drew it <br />out to return to her now saliva drenched crotch and the downy soft <br />hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief moment to <br />stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her high breasts at the <br />twisted grimace on her lovely face. Oh Christ, she was really digging <br />it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long <br />at all. He lowered his head and resumed his labor once more.<br /><br />Adie writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she <br />thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her <br />love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to <br />have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, <br />grinding her crotch up into Mason's lusting face and tongue, and she <br />felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising, and then <br />cresting and ...<br /><br />She was there!<br /><br />She was cumming!<br /><br />A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from young Adie Rolfe's throat <br />and she locked her hands hard in Mason's hair, drawing him into her <br />crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-<br />spread cunt, inundating Mason's face and tongue, flowing down along her <br />tortured rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness in the couch cushions <br />beneath her. She screamed again, and again, and Mason sucked and licked <br />and burrowed until, at long last, the cumming was over and she sank <br />back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, releasing his hair and <br />opening her thighs to allow him to remove his head from between her <br />fevered legs.<br /><br />Mason lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices <br />of her orgasm making his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room's <br />soft light. "Well, honey?" he asked. "How did you like it?"<br /><br />"Oh ... God!" Adie moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh God, <br />Bob, it was ... wonderful!"<br /><br />Mason grinned lewdly. "Well, it's going to be even better," he said. <br />"Because I'm going to fuck you now, Adie. My cock is like a petrified <br />log, and I want to fuck you with it. I want to shoot my load of hot, <br />sticky sperm deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Adie ..."<br /><br />"Oh God yes, do fuck me, please, fuck me!"<br /><br />And as Mason lowered his body down onto hers, Adie thought with total <br />surrender: I wish you could see this, Jack, I wish you could see me <br />about to be fucked by Bob Mason after he made me cum with his mouth on <br />my pussy. I wish you could see it, Jack, I really wish you could <br />because I liked it, I loved it! I loved every delicious moment of it, <br />Jack, you adulterer, You son of a bitch ... it would serve you right <br />...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />It was dark when Jack and Sue arrived at the Rolfe's home in Seattle. <br />Jack pulled the Ford to the curb in front, right behind Bob Mason's <br />expensive and unmistakable Lincoln Continental. He sat there for a <br />moment, staring through the windshield at the Lincoln, his body <br />suddenly going cold and a viscid sweat starting up on his chest and <br />under his arms.<br /><br />Sue said, "Round one goes to me," and laughed throatily.<br /><br />"You fucking slut!" he exploded. "Just because ... just because Bob's <br />car is here doesn't mean he and Adie are ... are doing anything they <br />shouldn't be doing."<br /><br />"Doesn't it?" Sue asked. "Well, suppose we just have a took."<br /><br />"Suppose we do just that!" Jack replied, opening the door and stepping <br />out of the car. When Sue had done likewise and they were standing on <br />the sidewalk, he added, "There's a window around the far side of the <br />house. We'll take a look through there. I can tell you what we'll see: <br />Bob and Adie sitting there, maybe having a drink, but that's all."<br /><br />"We'll see," was all Sue said.<br /><br />As they followed the path silently around the side of the dwelling, <br />Jack felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of spying on his wife this <br />way. But, damn it, he thought, it was the only way to disprove Sue's <br />ridiculous allegation of a tryst between Adie and her husband.<br /><br />They reached the window, and Jack moved up next to the house, in the <br />shadows and out of the elongation of warm light coming through the <br />partially draped glass. Sue did the same, on the other side, <br />sidestepping around the pool of light. And then, just as Jack began to <br />edge his body into a position to see through the window, a loud, <br />wailing voice penetrated the glass and reached his ears, a voice that <br />was recognizeable even in its obviously impassioned state.<br /><br />Adie's voice, the voice of his wife, saying: "God, Bob, fuck it harder, <br />fuck it harder! I'm going to cum, darling, I'm going to cum, fuck <br />meeeeee!"<br /><br />In abject horror, Jack stepped directly into the illumination, staring <br />with bulging eyes at what was transpiring inside the livingroom of his <br />own house. He saw in that single instant the nude jumble of arms and <br />legs, white and glistening with sweat, that thrashed and writhed on the <br />couch; he saw the wide, hirsute, wildly pumping buttocks of a man who <br />could only be Bob Mason flailing between the upraised and widely spread <br />thighs of a woman who could only be his wife. He couldn't see either of <br />their faces, but he knew - fully and irrevocably - who they were.<br /><br />Adie's wailing voice reached his ears again. "Now, Bob ... now, darling <br />... oh God, ooooohhhhhhh! Yesssssssssssss! I'm ... I'm cum ... <br />cummmmiiinnnnnnngggggggg!"<br /><br />Jack recoiled in utter loathing as he saw his wife's legs kick out in <br />the air and lewdly wrap themselves around Mason's upper torso, <br />presenting up her naked crotch in wanton sacrifice to his frenzied <br />thrusts as she achieved her orgasm under his pistoning, thundering <br />cock. Suddenly, then, a blind, consuming, unreasoning anger seized <br />control of Jack's brain. He emitted a low, animal like snarl of hate <br />and disgust and hurt, whirled from the window, and ran toward the front <br />door of the house. He wasn't aware that Sue was on his heels, but if he <br />had been he would have been further incensed by her soft, mocking <br />laughter.<br /><br />Jack grabbed the doorknob, twisted it violently, the door was not <br />locked. He flung it open, rushing inside, and stood there, his face a <br />brilliant red, his legs spread, spittle flecking his lips. "You fucking <br />goddamned whore-bitch!" he screamed at Adie. "You dirty goddamned slut! <br />Fucking another man right in my own living room, oh you filthy harlot <br />bitch!"<br /><br />Adie had sat up convulsively at the sound of his entrance, her legs <br />still splayed on the couch, the white, sticky fluid of Mason's semen <br />dripping from her pink, wet cuntal mouth to stain the material of the <br />cushions. Her hand was up to her mouth, choking back a terrible, <br />whimpering cry as she recognized her husband, Jack, standing there. <br />Shame and guilt came to her then, came to her tenfold, and her face <br />flamed. She leapt to her feet, her hands wildly seeking her clothing, <br />pulling on her jersey blouse and her stretch pants, not bothering with <br />her panties or bra.<br /><br />"And you, you son of a bitch!" Jack yelled at Mason. "I ought to kill <br />you, that's what I ought to do, you son of a bitch!"<br /><br />Mason rose slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. <br />Almost casually, he picked up his own clothes and began to dress, <br />saying, "Take it easy, Jack. Try to calm down, will you?"<br /><br />"Calm down? You bastard, who do you think you are to tell me to calm <br />down when I just caught you fucking my own wife?"<br /><br />"Who do I think I am?" Mason asked quietly. "Why, I'm the guy who saw <br />you licking my wife's cunt while she was sucking your cock less than <br />two hours ago at Salmon Creek."<br /><br />More hot words choked in Jack's throat at the calm revelation that he <br />and Sue had been observed sixty-nining in the rear yard of the cabin. <br />But if that were the case ... oh God, then Adie had seen it too!<br /><br />As if reading his thoughts, Mason said, "That's right, Jack. Adie was <br />with me. We both saw you and Sue together. And because we did, we <br />decided that turnabout was fair play, if you know what I mean."<br /><br />Jack spluttered, trying to find words, his brain reeling. Sue came up <br />beside him and touched his arm. "I told you, didn't I, lover? I told <br />you that I knew my husband pretty well."<br /><br />Jack whirled on her, staring at her with a certain revulsion. "You <br />planned all of this!" he screamed suddenly, as full understanding <br />overtook him. "You and Bob, you planned this whole goddamned thing!"<br /><br />"That's right, we did," Mason said, buckling his belt and walking <br />toward him.<br /><br />"You ... you bastard!" Jack screamed.<br /><br />"Oh come now, Jack," Mason said. "Why don't you wise up? This is 1974, <br />not the Victorian age. This kind of thing is done all the time, though <br />usually all parties involved are willing and cognizant. The term is <br />wife-swapping, and it's not half as ugly as most people - people like <br />yourself - try to make it out to be."<br /><br />"It's ... sick, sick!"<br /><br />"No," Sue said, "it isn't sick at all. It's a whole new concept. Wife-<br />swapping - and group sex, too, especially - is a way of life which can <br />heighten one's physical enjoyment a hundred-fold, teach a person a <br />whole new dimension in physical gratification. In fact," - and she <br />winked at Mason - "it usually heightens both partners in a marriage to <br />unheard-of pleasure from their own mating. Bob and I are proof positive <br />of that fact."<br /><br />Adie, sitting miserably on the couch, immobile as if she had been <br />thrust into a catatonic state until that moment, lowered her hands from <br />her face and stared at the room's occupants. She felt dazed, confused; <br />so much had happened in so short a time to disrupt her life, she <br />couldn't accept what she had heard Sue and Bob say, but yet ... or God, <br />she must be as depraved as they were, for she had enjoyed Bob Mason, <br />enjoyed his tongue down between her thighs and his penis inside her <br />vagina ... She didn't know what to think; Bob's soothing words, his <br />strong arms and his sympathetic way - all of it had been a lie, a lie <br />just so he could seduce her ... she should hate him, hate him <br />violently, but she didn't ... that was the thing, she didn't hate him <br />at all ...<br /><br />Jack, standing in the room's center and staring at Bob and Sue Mason, <br />was trembling violently. He didn't know what to think either, except <br />that what he was hearing went against everything he had ever been <br />taught, everything he had ever believed in. He needed time to think, <br />and his temples were pounding insanely; he was going to blow his mind <br />if he didn't calm down ... and he couldn't do that with the Mason's <br />still there.<br /><br />He said in a low, deadly tone, "You'd better leave now, both of you. <br />You'd better get out of here before I do something I'll probably be <br />sorry for."<br /><br />Mason nodded taking Sue's arm. "All right, Jack. I know how it is; you <br />need time to think things over. We'll call you tomorrow, after you've <br />had an opportunity to look at things more rationally. Maybe, then, <br />you'll see that we're right ..."<br /><br />"Get the fuck out of here!" Jack screamed.<br /><br />The Masons obeyed, shutting the door softly behind them.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 6<br /><br /><br />Adie sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Jack <br />approached her. Now that the Mason's were gone, she felt total and <br />complete humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly <br />assented to do with Bob Mason no matter what the rationalization Mason <br />or she had given the spectacle. Her legs were drawn tightly together, <br />but still the cum ran stickily from its vaginal nest, and she could <br />feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips and trickle down the <br />backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the merciless battering <br />of Mason's hardened male organ, and her breasts ached from the twisting <br />pinching he had given them.<br /><br />Jack looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not <br />speak, though, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen <br />for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair <br />across from her.<br /><br />Finally Adie could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she <br />brought her eyes up to meet his. Wringing her hands, she managed to <br />whisper, "I'm ... sorry, Jack."<br /><br />"For what?" he snarled. "The fuck you gave Bob Mason?"<br /><br />Tears began to well ... and then something snapped inside Adie. <br />Suddenly her abject selfadmonition changed to the same anger as this <br />afternoon when she had seen Jack and Sue. Her lids narrowed, and she <br />replied in a cold, slow tone. "Yes, I am sorry for letting Bob make <br />love to me. But you are evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch <br />of a wife of his." "Come to think of it, I'm not sorry," Jack answered <br />sharply, "She was one hell of a good lay. Far better than you'll ever <br />hope to be. Besides, you don't look all that sorry. You look like some <br />two-bit whore after a good night's work."<br /><br />The words whipped Adie's brain, but she held her ground. "Then don't <br />get on your high-horse to me! Bob was every bit as good as Sue was, and <br />I take it back about being sorry! I'm anything but sorry, you hear? I <br />loved his big thing in me, Jack, loved it enough to climax just when he <br />did! I still am carrying his seed in me, if you'd like to know, just <br />like Sue has yours coagulating in her vagina! And stomach!"<br /><br />Jack was thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack. "Adie -<br />" he started to say, rising out of the chair, a perplexed look creasing <br />his forehead. "Please Adie -"<br /><br />"Don't please Adie me, you bastard. You think just because you're a man <br />you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well, <br />I've got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well."<br /><br />"Is - Is that why you let Mason fuck you?"<br /><br />"No." The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived, <br />and she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. "I - I let him have <br />me because ... because you made love to Sue. That's why." She looked <br />back up, tears welling and flowing from her eyes. "Oh Jack, I love you <br />so much. Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?"<br /><br />Jack still smarted from his wife's infidelity, but he also realized <br />that he had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of <br />breaking their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after <br />what he had done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows <br />he loved her still. More, in fact. For some unexplained reason, Jack <br />was drawn to his wife more than before, as though with the thought of <br />losing her to another man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his <br />love for her. He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch, <br />and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to <br />entwine with his, he tried to comfort her.<br /><br />"It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you, too, and I don't <br />want this to break us up. We have too much going for us." He put his <br />other arm around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his <br />chest. "It was all a dirty plot by the Mason's, sweetheart. They <br />admitted to that. We were just human, that's all."<br /><br />As Jack held her close, Adie stopped her crying and found that as she <br />thought over the afternoon, the rememberances of the lewd fucking she <br />had received began to excite her. She snuggled to Jack, a tingling of <br />arousal beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted <br />emotion, what he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her, <br />and instead of utter loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt <br />the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so <br />thoroughly damped by Mason. As the lust grew, she wanted her husband <br />more and more, wanted his beautiful body lunging at her, his cock, yes, <br />his cock, to plummet to the depths of her soiled vagina. I want him to <br />fuck me! Now! Right here!<br /><br />She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Jack's and dropped it to his <br />pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in <br />the narrow crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her <br />actions.<br /><br />"I want you, Jack," Adie sighed. "Let's make love."<br /><br />"What?" He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.<br /><br />"Let's fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?" Her hand rose to his <br />belt buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The <br />zipper pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around <br />with grasping, teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed <br />through the slit in the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of <br />his penis, and blood pounded through his loins to fill the cock to <br />bursting. His hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly. <br />"Oh Christ!" he groaned, "I don't believe this!"<br /><br />"You want me, don't you?"<br /><br />"Oh yes, Adie, yes I do!" He ground his lips to hers and slid his <br />tongue deep within her, curling around her own darting tongue, and then <br />he began to flick his tongue in and out in a crude imitation of <br />fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, grasping his now rigid <br />prick and drawing it out of the hole in his underpants to stand, <br />burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her hand as she <br />began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him by <br />undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let <br />him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his <br />instrument and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her breasts surged <br />against him, their nipples smoldering coals in his pawing hands. Then <br />he moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating belly to her <br />hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she wore with <br />him as he stroked her thighs and legs. She whimpered with unrestrained <br />pleasure and lifted her legs up off the floor so he could remove her <br />panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on the <br />couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She <br />groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered <br />lips spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive.<br /><br />"Jack, oh Jack my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!" Her words <br />sounded alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but <br />her hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his <br />cock, and as she spoke she drew his shaft harder against her so that <br />she felt every ridge and vein against her skin. "I want to feel it in <br />my mouth!"<br /><br />"God, yes, suck it, Adie," he moaned. "I've always wanted you to!" He <br />was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She <br />wanted his prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing <br />buttocks, lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him <br />off his feet.<br /><br />She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his <br />clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor. All the while her eyes <br />feasted hungrily upon his penis as it stood up from his loins, and a <br />weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers <br />were blazing inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming <br />head and shaft as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come <br />closer.<br /><br />Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of <br />sperm with her hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost <br />drooling with the desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had <br />begun to seep from the eye of his glans.<br /><br />She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing <br />tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed <br />the moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed <br />out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions. <br />Adie's whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with <br />pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within <br />the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. She began to suck it, pulling on the <br />penis with a suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through <br />Jack's bloodstream.<br /><br />He wrapped his hands in his wife's hair and drew her down farther, the <br />sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like butter <br />along silk. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he panted, raising his leg to <br />wrap around the back of the couch to give her more room, "You're doing <br />great, sweetheart, just great!" He flexed his buttocks and dropped his <br />other leg to the floor, and began to jerk his loins in the motion of <br />fucking.<br /><br />Adie moved her hands all over his groin, massaging the soft scrotum <br />tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of <br />his cock to further excitement. She slavered up and down, her tongue <br />swirling around his rod maddeningly, the tip flicking across the <br />throbbing head with abandonment.<br /><br />He looked down at his wife, enthralled by her undulating buttocks as <br />they waved in the air, and her groping fingers and lascivious mouth <br />working hard at making him cum. And he was going to cum soon ... <br />already the tattoo of their tempo was provoking his balls into heated <br />operation, boiling his sperm into escapement. He took one hand and <br />parted her silken hair which hung across his belly and he watched <br />fascinatedly as she sawed back and forth upon his penis. Her pink lips <br />contrasted with the blood colored shaft which pumped in her, her mouth <br />so tightly encased around him that her lips pulled out grotesquely as <br />he pulled, and then turned inward as he lunged forward again.<br /><br />"Oh sweetheart, let up, please let up! I'll cum if you don't and I want <br />to fuck you! I want to spill inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not <br />this time, oh please let me fuck you!"<br /><br />Reluctantly, Adie released her frenzied hold upon his cock. Yes, she <br />wanted to taste his sperm, to see if she could match Sue's gleeful <br />swallowing, but the barren feeling down in her pulsating vagina was <br />overwhelming. She wanted him inside her, too, as a token of their true <br />love, of their undying togetherness. She ceased to suck him, lifting <br />her head and wiping away the thin strand of seminal fluid which still <br />attached her to his cock. She smiled warmly at him.<br /><br />"Take it, baby!" he whispered hoarsely, "Grab my prick and shove it in <br />that beautiful cunt of yours." He reached for her, stroking her <br />shoulders with fevered hands. "Do it now, baby!"<br /><br />She raised herself on all fours over him with her knees on either side <br />of his hips so she could dip her fingers between them, and she <br />encircled his hardened penis, still throbbing with uplifted desire, and <br />she teased its purplish shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making <br />Jack squirm and moan with her electrifying contact. She moved forward, <br />spreading her legs and thighs as she crawled over him, and she guided <br />his prick to her desire-drenched vagina, rubbing its bulbous glans, <br />still dripping from the saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy, red <br />tinted pubes. Her cunt valley opened as if it were the doorway to a <br />magic kingdom, and his gigantic key the only way to unlock it. His cock <br />sliced through her flesh as she flicked its girth up and down the <br />furrows, and she gasped from its vibrating passion.<br /><br />"You like that, darling?" she groaned.<br /><br />"Uhhhh!" came the bubbling answer, and then Jack jerked upwards. His <br />hips driving his elongated rod in the smooth wet flesh of her <br />unquenchable pussy. Her thighs shoved to meet his member, impaling her <br />elastic cunt full upon him, sending his thrusting cock deep within her <br />hidden caverns, deep to the very root of her lubricated passage.<br /><br />"OOOOOooooooooooh!" she wailed, feeling his bloated sac of heavy cum <br />smack against her inner thighs, and she moved her hands to his balls, <br />fondling them with fervored joyousness. He plunged again, only <br />withdrawing far enough to make his thick shaft rub the insides of her <br />vagina with quicksilver tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin <br />soft ass pumping in matching tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating <br />with madness over his monstrous shaft. All that Adie could think of was <br />for the first time she was truly enjoying being fucked by her husband.<br /><br />Dear God, there had never been anything so wild, so free so damned <br />good! Not even with Bob Mason. She was awakened! She had never thought <br />such rapture could happen to mortal beings, and now, with the glut of <br />lascivious perversion she had witnessed and partaken of today, she was <br />unchained of the Victorian fetters which had so long bound her from <br />release.<br /><br />Jack continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his penis still harder <br />and deeper in her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape. <br />Her moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock with <br />ruthlessness, and her asshole seemed to want to pucker up and kiss his <br />swinging balls as they slapped resoundingly on the upstroke. Adie <br />humped over him, tossing her head in abandoned ecstasy, spreading her <br />thighs yet wider so she could grovel on his loins, and her belly <br />churned with her impending cum.<br /><br />"I'm ... going ... to cum, baby," Jack shouted beneath her, "Oh, baby, <br />don't stop ... fuck me! Fuck me!" He babbled in mindless ecstasy, and <br />she gurgled in agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe <br />his ear, and then she dipped her slavering tongue deep within his <br />mouth, burying the words of encouragement deep in his throat as she <br />continued to milk his thundering manhood with her dilated pussy. She <br />was almost there ... so close ... and she wanted to feel their cum <br />juices co-mingle in a last consuming fire of lust.<br /><br />The pace of his pistoning cock increased and he writhed on the sheets, <br />his toes curling and his hands to her buttocks, forcing her upon him <br />and he plunged and plunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their <br />wetness making lewd slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thirsting <br />vaginal passage.<br /><br />"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." Adie chanted, raising her body, arching her back <br />and gripping the headboard of the bed to grind downward with more <br />pressure. Jack gazed at his wife's dancing breasts as they heaved and <br />twitched from the result of his pummelling, and her nipples hardened <br />and expanded from the heat of their passion. Jack ground harder and <br />deeper into the tender sanctuary of her pussy, up into her womb and <br />very essence of her soul. He watched as her features contorted with <br />passion, as the orgasm began its spiraling ascent to the pinnacle of <br />release. She became a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft and <br />beautiful innocence, and then she cried out and convulsed, her mouth <br />wide and her tongue lolling from pagan rapture. The core of her being <br />seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity.<br /><br />"AAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" she howled, and warm spurts of vaginal fluid <br />secreted all around Jack's cock, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth <br />shaft and trickling down between his legs. Her thighs and pubic hair <br />became sopped with her climatic discharges, and Jack in turn sensed his <br />own sticky sperm boiling up the cauldron of his testicles and race the <br />length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards convulsively, his <br />breath in short ragged gasps, and then the tidal wave of cum shot into <br />every crease and recess of her wildly sucking vagina, a never-ending <br />torrent of release which caused indecipherable cries of pleasure to <br />erupt from both of them. Her belly quivered with the violent spasms of <br />his orgasm, and he emptied and emptied and emptied until the white <br />sperm gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her <br />love juices on the bed.<br /><br />He fell backwards, spent, and Adie toppled on him, relaxed to a point <br />of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest roared with the beatings <br />of her still avaricious spirit. She felt his turgid cock deflate with <br />exhaustion, yet she did not move, desiring to swallow it in her heaving <br />pussy. She gazed at him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and <br />filled with satiation. "Oh, Jack, that was so good," she crooned, "I <br />never thought it could be so wonderful!" She kissed him. "It was the <br />best lovemaking I've ever had."<br /><br />"Better ... better than with ... Bob?" he murmured hesitantly.<br /><br />"Yes, Oh God yes, darling, much much better." She moved her legs, still <br />careful to keep his limp cock imprisoned within her cunt, until she <br />stretched out on top of him. "I love you, Jack," she sighed in his ear.<br /><br />"And I love you, too, darling," he replied, stroking her back and ass <br />tenderly. He cupped the soft white moons of her buttocks and nuzzled <br />her hair. "I'm not even angry any more for seeing you with him."<br /><br />"I'm glad." Adie licked his neck. "I'm glad that you were with Sue, you <br />know that? I really am. I think it helped us see what we mean to each <br />other."<br /><br />"Adie - "<br /><br />"Shhhh. Think about it, Jack. Up until now, I ... hated myself. Not <br />just for making love to Bob, but before that, for refusing you the kind <br />of love you need so badly. That - I need as well. I'm awakened now. I'm <br />not sure how or why, but I am, and if it's because we were fucked by <br />other people, then it was for the best. I'm glad Bob fucked me!"<br /><br />"He cured you," Jack said with a trace of bitterness. "Something, I, <br />your own husband, was incapable of."<br /><br />"No, no, you don't understand. It had nothing to do with you. It was <br />me, and it took an affair, a morally degrading act, to shatter my <br />innermost repressions. It just happened to be Bob, but it could have <br />been any man. I don't love him, I love you, and now ... now ..."<br /><br />"Yes, Adie?"<br /><br />"Now I'm able to respond, to be the woman you've always wanted. I know <br />that's what has kept our marriage from being perfect, and that's of the <br />past. Maybe ... maybe what the Mason's said was true."<br /><br />They lay together, each wrapped in their own thoughts, their love for <br />each other stronger and more lasting than they had thought possible. <br />Finally Jack said, "Yes, maybe ... just maybe they were right. Do you <br />want to see them again?"<br /><br />"I - I don't know."<br /><br />"All that talk of wife-swapping. That's what we did today. No mistake. <br />And it helped our relationship. But ... do you want to do it again?"<br /><br />A tingle began to crawl up Adie's spine, but she refused to acknowledge <br />it. "No," she said, "I don't think we should. It was beneficial this <br />one time, but anything more ..."<br /><br />She stopped, again feeling the lewd trail of physical want wind through <br />her organs. She breathed huskily. "But ... well, I am a woman now, <br />Jack. Maybe we could take them up on their offer. At least talk it over <br />with them. We just had something wonderful because of this afternoon, <br />and perhaps more ... swapping would make us have wilder, freer, more <br />beautiful times together in the future." She smiled at him. "You'd like <br />to lay Sue again, wouldn't you?"<br /><br />He laughed briefly. "There's never going to be a better woman for me <br />than you, and you know it, darling ... but damnit, yes, I would ..."<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />The next morning, Jack was kissed awake by a beaming, satisfied woman. <br />He gazed at his wife, smiling back, then threw back the covers and <br />padded naked to the bathroom. Adie followed and played teasing games <br />with him as he took a shower. Her fingers were everywhere as water <br />cascaded down their nude forms, and she soaped and scrubbed his back <br />and front and legs with loving care, taking special time with his penis <br />and balls, putting his now rigid cock in her nibbling mouth and sucking <br />him until he hardly could stand it. She laughed gaily, and then they <br />made passionate love on the bed, still wet, as there didn't seem to be <br />time enough to dry off with a towel.<br /><br />They talked with the brightness of lovers, their marriage as fresh and <br />exciting as it had been on their honeymoon. After breakfast, Jack went <br />to the car and got the typewriter he had left there, and went into his <br />study to write. In spite of the neighbors, the tree-cutting man across <br />the way, the excavation for the sewer, he still managed to work, and <br />work well. The words seemed to flow from him as his sperm had, hot and <br />fast and never-ending. He was flushed with the success of finally <br />getting into his book, of actually accomplishing what he wanted to say <br />on paper. He stopped for lunch, exhausted, but still enveloped with the <br />glow of mutual adoration with his wife.<br /><br />As he was eating, the phone rang. Adie answered it and said after a <br />pause: "Oh, Sue? Yes, Jack is here. Wait a minute." Adie handed the <br />receiver to Jack, adding, "It's the Masons!"<br /><br />Jack jerked slightly, but spoke to Sue. "Hello."<br /><br />"Hi, Jack," the woman's voice purred over the line, "I wanted to see <br />how everything was. I hope you don't mind."<br /><br />"No, not at all. In fact, things are going excellently. I've really <br />been able to settle down to write."<br /><br />"Wonderful! And ... the other?"<br /><br />Jack pursed his lips, wondering what to say to her. "Well I ... I have <br />to admit that after you left, Adie and I ... talked it out, and I guess <br />I was a bit hasty in my words to you and Bob."<br /><br />"You just talked?" she prodded. "Is that all?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"Good. I'd hate to think we had broken up your marriage."<br /><br />"Don't worry. If anything, you have brought us closer together. I <br />really must apologize for the way I acted. I do like you and Bob, and <br />Adie feels the same way."<br /><br />"We were worried, Bob and I. After all, we want you to be our friends, <br />too, and we were afraid you held what happened against us." Sue <br />hesitated, pausing with the timing of a pro, and then said: "Would you <br />like to come over tonight?"<br /><br />"l, uh, I don't know."<br /><br />"For bridge. You and Adie did say you liked to play, didn't you?"<br /><br />"Yes, we did. Let me ask and see if she would like to." Jack put his <br />hand over the receiver and turned to his wife. "Adie, would you like to <br />go over to the Mason's this evening for bridge?"<br /><br />Adie looked at Jack, her expression one of consternation "Does that <br />mean ... Are we supposed to ...?"<br /><br />Jack shrugged. "We were invited for bridge. That's all we have to do. <br />I'll see to that."<br /><br />She nodded. "Yes, then I would like to. I haven't played bridge in <br />ages. Besides, after last night, I think it is something we ought to <br />do. We have ... changed."<br /><br />"Yes, we have," Jack said, then into the phone he spoke, "Sue? Yes, we <br />would like to come over tonight for a game of bridge."<br /><br />"You want to fuck me too, Jack?" she whispered throatily, "Do you want <br />to put that huge prick of yours in my pussy again?"<br /><br />Jack felt fire burn through him in sudden, startled arousal. God damn, <br />she was a nymphomaniac! She couldn't be satisfied by one man, or two, <br />or perhaps a dozen! His loins began to smoulder and he could tell that <br />he was beginning to turn red in the face with the heat of her words. He <br />took one quick, guilty look at his still smiling wife and then cooly <br />said, "Wouldn't mind it, if I do say so, Sue. When should we come?"<br /><br />Sue laughed at the double meaning. "Together, silly, I'll suck you if <br />you want. I'll take all your cum in my mouth, and lick up any that <br />spills. Like that?"<br /><br />"Very much!" Jack felt some of his suaveness slipping away and his cock <br />began edging into erection along his trouser leg. "Six o'clock, then?"<br /><br />"Six will be fine, lover. More time to play that way. I'll even fix a <br />snack, if you don't mind leftovers." Her words were like caressing <br />fingers on his passions, and after she hung up, he was still aware of <br />her presence. He felt the aching pangs of desire surging through his <br />loins, and shakily he told Adie of this evenings plans - minus any <br />mention of Sue's provocative suggestions.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Adie dressed with care, deciding on a simple white wool sheath and gold <br />accessories which highlighted her well formed legs and firm, proud <br />breasts to their utmost. As she slipped on her pantyhose, she mused at <br />the tantalizing thought of what might, what possibly could happen <br />tonight with Bob, and she paused to lick her lips and rub her palms <br />down her smooth, bare skin, feeling the touch of licentiousness, of <br />pure animal wantonness.<br /><br />And Bob Mason did indeed like the way she was dressed. He was standing <br />on the front porch of his mansion, drink in hand, as she and Jack got <br />out of their car that evening. He grinned at Adie, almost as though he <br />were stripping her naked with his gaze, and at first she blushed and <br />dropped her eyes, but then she found new strength and she raised her <br />face to his in pert boldness.<br /><br />"You're late," Mason said jovially.<br /><br />"Fashionably so," Jack replied, shaking Mason's proferred hand. "You <br />know how women are about getting ready."<br /><br />Again Mason ran his lewd, lust perverted eyes over the compact dress on <br />Adie, and he chuckled low in his throat. "It was worth it, Jack. Your <br />wife certainly is beautiful."<br /><br />The three of them walked inside, and Sue greeted Adie and Jack as she <br />stepped from the kitchen. She wore a sarong of silk, tied in the middle <br />by a thin belt. It seemed to Jack that the only thing holding it on was <br />the belt, and if it were loosened, the full, ripe body of this <br />seductive female would be open to his pagan desires. As she walked <br />toward them, he could also tell she wore no bra - possibly no panties, <br />either - underneath, and the short skirt portion was barely below the <br />soft swell of her proud thighs. A twitch of his cock made him jerk from <br />the dream-like reaction he had at her presence, and he turned to Mason, <br />saying: "Your wife is just as beautiful, Bob. That's quite an outfit."<br /><br />"Oh this?" Sue retorted with modesty, "This is something I just threw <br />on. You know how one likes to be comfortable around the house. And this <br />is an informal get-together, isn't it?"<br /><br />"Mmmmmmm," Adie said, sniffing the air. "What a delicious aroma. What <br />are you cooking?" She smiled at Sue, an open and admiring expression, <br />no longer jealous of the other woman's physical possession of Jack. Not <br />with Bob Mason so close at hand, she thought ...<br /><br />"It's about ready to serve. I thought we might play after a snack, and <br />so I whipped up something from the tongue we had for supper last night. <br />I sliced it thickly crossway, spread the slices with mustard, dipped <br />them in melted butter and bread crumbs and am grilling them. I was just <br />putting the finishing touches on the sauce diable."<br /><br />"Sounds absolutely delicious," Jack said expansively. "Write down the <br />recipe for Adie, would you?"<br /><br />"Be glad to," Sue replied, "Only wait to see if you like it. I served <br />tongue a la diable one night, and a guest told me she never ate <br />anything which came out of an animal's mouth."<br /><br />"How stupid!" Adie said, "I would have offered her eggs, if it had been <br />me!"<br /><br />They all laughed, and the evening commenced on a good note. The drinks <br />were served liberally, and the tongue a la diable was every bit as <br />tasty as Jack had thought. After the meal, they all settled down to <br />bridge, and in spite of the many drinks, the Rolfe's found the Mason's <br />to be extremely capable players. They split the partners with Adie <br />across from Bob, and Jack facing Sue, and in spite of himself, Jack <br />found he was becoming more aroused with each hand as Sue smiled or <br />moved the tip of her tongue over her ruby lips, and squirmed delicately <br />in her chair.<br /><br />The conversation ranged on all subjects, and Adie was pleased to <br />discover that Bob had other talents beside lovemaking. His opinions <br />were forceful and well thought out.<br /><br />"What do you think," Mason said as he dealt, "I mean, do you believe <br />that the students, the young people of today, are right in their <br />protests?"<br /><br />Jack pursed his lips and then said, "Yes, I do. I think that these kids <br />are sick of the hypocrisy we have in government, both in the colleges <br />and the nation. I think they're telling us to shape up."<br /><br />"Shape up?" Mason frowned at Jack. "You call their tearing down of <br />institutions, doing millions of dollars worth of destruction a lesson <br />in shaping up? Do you, Adie?"<br /><br />"Don't involve me," she said "I'm only a poor housewife. I stay away <br />from politics and religion."<br /><br />Mason bid one heart, and Adie was pleased to see she had seven card <br />support for his suit. Sue bid five clubs and Adie possibly from too <br />much to drink, passed. Jack said seven clubs, which Mason promptly <br />doubled.<br /><br />"We live in an age of mental pygmies," Mason said as the bidding ended <br />with the seven club bid, doubled. "I'm not just saying that about our <br />colleges, but about politicians of both parties, judges, liberal <br />newspapers. You cannot possibly defend those who wish to destroy us, as <br />they do."<br /><br />"Are we so right that we cannot change?" Jack said.<br /><br />"Change, hell yes, we should change. But we have ways and means to do <br />it legally, depending on the will of the majority to decide what's <br />right. Right now the people are excusing both white and black racists <br />out of fear, and are appeasing those who threaten us and consistently <br />submit to demands that are loaded with reprisals if not met. It makes <br />no sense."<br /><br />Jack hoped that since they were playing a five-card major opening bid <br />and there weren't 14 hearts in the deck, Sue had made a psychic opening <br />and was void of hearts. He led a ten of hearts, and soon learned when <br />Sue laid down her hand that it had been a disastrous bid. Sue had no <br />hearts, but she also lacked a necessary black ace to make their <br />contract. He had to admit to himself that Bob's doubling had been wise.<br /><br />"That's because we live in an era of rapidity," he retorted. "Instant <br />communication, instant transportation, instant everything, including <br />change, and the eighty year fogeys in Congress can't be moved fast <br />enough, that's all. Take an example, you've heard of the new transport <br />and passenger jet, the SST?"<br /><br />"Yes," Mason admitted. "It's like the Boeing 747, I believe, only it's <br />supersonic while the 747 is not."<br /><br />"Right. Well one old senator voted for the 747 instead of the American <br />SST because, as he put it, he didn't want to go anywhere at 1800 miles <br />per hour. He just wanted to go places at 600 miles per hour. The way <br />the good Lord intended."<br /><br />Mason laughed heartily. "That's a perfect example of fuzzy thinking, <br />Jack, if you don't mind me saying so. An old man ... what does he know, <br />right? We condemn him as a conservative while we adore those who call <br />themselves socialists, all of whom are self-centered swine whose sole <br />purpose in their rantings is to satisfy their ego. Now if you had done <br />more research on that gentlemen's comments, you would have found that <br />his argument for the 747 is the fact that it is subsonic, and therefore <br />would not cause the sonic boom, and the SST, the size of a football <br />field and priced around $50 million, would not be permitted to fly <br />supersonic over the United States or any other land because of its <br />"bang-zone." And the SST is nine years behind the 747, its fares would <br />be 20 to 40 percent higher but could only carry 60 percent of the <br />passengers at 65 percent of the range of the 747. The SST, even if the <br />flying restrictions were lifted, could not fly non-stop from New York <br />to Athens, Chicago to Rome, San Francisco to Tokyo - but the boomless <br />747 can."<br /><br />Jack, frustrated, began to splutter. "I suppose you believe in the <br />fascist idea about Vietnam and the South too."<br /><br />"Fascist? Because I love my country I'm a Fascist? Don't be silly! I <br />don't think that we should have been in Asia in the first place, not in <br />order to save the lazy and the cowards who roam the streets raping and <br />looting in the name of freedom. They bleat about love, these sick kids, <br />but what they really mean is bestiality! The only sane group are us <br />taxpayers who stand idly by while our money is used to support these <br />vermin. I say, though, that since we're in it, we should fight to win, <br />not lose, and then come home where we belong and clean up our domestic <br />mess!"<br /><br />Adie could see the discussion was degenerating to an argument and might <br />end up in a brawl unless she stopped it. She didn't understand the <br />entire thing anyway, except that Jack was not as liberal as he <br />appeared. He was arguing for the sake of it, and was mad at going down <br />on his bid and losing considerable points because of the doubling. "All <br />right, boys, continue your harangue some other time. Right now I'm <br />exercising my right as a guest to ask for peace and quiet."<br /><br />Sue looked at her gratefully. "Thank you, Adie. I second your idea." <br />She stood up and said, "I could use another drink. Anybody for <br />another?"<br /><br />Jack rose, grinning. "Sure. I'll join you." They walked to the bar at <br />the other end of the room, leaving Adie and Mason alone for the first <br />time. Adie couldn't help but feel the salacious eyes of the man upon <br />her, and she smiled provocatively at him.<br /><br />"That little display we put on for your husband and Sue didn't seem to <br />hurt you," Mason said. "He seems to show a preference for my wife <br />tonight. Would you be willing to go to bed with me again if they were? <br />You were awfully upset yesterday."<br /><br />"Well," Adie said with a smile, "Let's just say I was a little shy the <br />first time."<br /><br />"Are you now?"<br /><br />Adie felt her whole moral upbringing abandon her for a second time, and <br />the surge of sexual freedom stirred her thighs and breasts with <br />physical desire. "Not in the least," she breathed huskily at him. "I <br />want you as much as Jack wants Sue."<br /><br />"That's a hell of a lot," he laughed. "Then we'll work out something <br />later, all right?"<br /><br />"Mmmmmmmmm, love to," Adie replied, wrinkling her nose.<br /><br />"We have two double beds, and I know Sue won't mind. Will your husband <br />object?"<br /><br />Adie was suddenly, painfully aware of exactly what she had so openly <br />led herself into. She could no longer hide behind the fallacious <br />rationale of subjugation by Mason: she was making plans with him to let <br />him fuck her with her husband right next to them, and no amount of <br />excuses could hide that fact from realization. She shuddered at her <br />wild abandonment of life-long principles, and she hoped that Mason <br />wouldn't demand too much of her, as she had never engaged in any <br />unnatural sex acts until last night when she had sucked Jack. Yet the <br />excitement of the occasion coursed through her, and she tingled all <br />over with the picture of the orgy which was to happen. She lifted her <br />glass and drank heavily, the liquor not quenching her inner fire but <br />only making it flame still brighter.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 7<br /><br /><br />As Sue mixed a fresh round of drinks, Jack stepped up close to her at <br />the bar, feeling his heart pounding at the nearness of this provocative <br />woman, his mind flashing back to the events of yesterday as he stood <br />there. He could almost feel her butter-soft mouth enveloping his turgid <br />cock, could almost taste the aphrodisia which was her flowing cunt <br />juice. Christ, he had really changed in the past forty-eight hours; if <br />anyone had told him just last week that the events of the previous two <br />days would take place, he would have called that person a liar. It was <br />unbelievable, and yet, it was very real. As real as his prick now <br />hardening in his pants at the nearness of Sue Mason, as real as his <br />hand which had moved as if with a will of its own, to cup and knead one <br />of Sue's firm, pliant buttocks.<br /><br />"Ummmmmm!" she whispered, leaning her body back against his hand, <br />undulating her hips lightly. "That's nice, lover. Are you getting a <br />little hot, or am I all wet?"<br /><br />"You're all wet," he answered. "I'm a hell of a lot more than a little <br />hot right now!"<br /><br />"Do you have a hard-on, lover?"<br /><br />"Jesus, yes!"<br /><br />"Let me feel it," she said, and she put down the swizzle stick with <br />which she had been stirring the drink she'd just built and reached her <br />hand down to lightly fondle the now-bulging front of Jack's trousers. <br />"Oh, my, my, my! You really do have a lovely hard-on, don't you?"<br /><br />"Christ, Sue, I want you!" Jack breathed, pressing his loins against <br />her swelling, buttocks. "I want to fuck you again!"<br /><br />She chuckled huskily. "I know you do, lover. And I want to fuck you, <br />too, make no mistake."<br /><br />"I don't know how much longer I can wait."<br /><br />"Why wait at all?" she asked. "We can go right down the hallway there <br />and into the master bedroom."<br /><br />"But ... what about Adie and Bob?"<br /><br />Sue chuckled again. "Don't worry about them. There's a set of double <br />beds in the master bedroom."<br /><br />"You mean we'll ... be doing it next to each other? I ... I mean, Adie <br />and Bob will be right there ... ?"<br /><br />"Does the idea turn you off, lover?"<br /><br />"Well ..." Jack stopped, considering. No, damn it, the idea didn't turn <br />him off. In fact, it rather excited him. He could feel his prick jerk <br />convulsively in his pants at the thought of fucking this seductive <br />woman on a bed right next to where his wife was being fucked by another <br />man. "No," he said at length. "No, it doesn't, it actually is pretty <br />exciting."<br /><br />"Isn't it?" Sue said rhetorically. She fondled his prick again. "Shall <br />we, lover?"<br /><br />"Christ, yes!"<br /><br />Jack followed Sue down the hallway, leaving the drinks on the bar, <br />forgotten. The master bedroom was large, with the wide double beds <br />being set close together. Sue didn't turn on any lights, but there was <br />a full moon tonight and its shine penetrated the undraped windows at <br />the far end, illuminating the room as brightly as if there had been a <br />small lamp lit.<br /><br />As soon as they were inside, and the door had been shut, Sue turned and <br />began to slowly, tantalizingly, undo the belt which held her sarong <br />closed at the waist. When she had it loosened, she drew the folds of <br />cloth slowly apart, opening it wide to allow his eyes to feast on what <br />lay beneath. She was completely nude, and the soft bristles of her <br />pubic triangle seemed to glow phosphorescently in the pale moonlight. <br />She shrugged the garment from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her <br />feet, and her body was a thing of sheer beauty, causing Jack's breath <br />to spew from between his teeth hotly. Jesus, she was gorgeous! Adie was <br />beautiful, but Sue was ... well, alluring, a seductress, a temptress as <br />old as the world.<br /><br />"It's all yours, lover," Sue said, stepping backward nimbly to the bed <br />and then lying down and stretching her body out full length, cat-like <br />and graceful, drawing her legs apart to allow him to see the <br />glistening, already lubricated folds of her lovely pulsating cunt. "All <br />yours, to do whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?"<br /><br />Jack's eyes were hotly fastened to the magical entranceway to all the <br />world's pleasure which lay waiting between her widespread legs. "I want <br />to suck you first!" he hissed feverishly, feeling his cock jerk <br />paroxysmically with lewd desire. "I want to lick your cunt and tongue <br />your clit until you cum! I want to make you cum with my mouth!"<br /><br />"Then do it, lover!" Sue urged, rolling her hips in slow, provocative <br />circles on the chenille bedspread, kneading her breasts with the palms <br />of her hands in the exciting way she had. "But get naked first! Let me <br />see that beautiful hard cock of yours! I want to look at it and hold it <br />in my hand while you eat my pussy!"<br /><br />Feverishly, his mind whirling with crazed lust, Jack tore at his <br />clothing, throwing his shirt and trousers and underwear in a heap on <br />the soft carpet between her wide splayed thighs, kneeling there <br />momentarily and staring down at her surging, passion-lubricated vaginal <br />slit as if it were some all-seeing oracle about to reveal to him all <br />the secrets of the world. Sue reached down and took hold of his thick, <br />throbbing, blood-swollen cock and began to stroke it gently, teasingly, <br />her thumb teasing the glans opening, using the lubrication which had <br />begun to seep from it to moisten the entire head until it glistened in <br />the pale light.<br /><br />Finally, with a low moan of desire, Jack flung himself at the target <br />which his eyes had been devouring, his mouth grinding into her wet, <br />desire drenched cunt, his tongue driving into the vaginal opening with <br />the force of a raping cock. Sue cried out softly in ecstasy, <br />jackknifing her legs upward to encircle his neck, raising her squirming <br />buttocks off the bed, her hand still stroking his cock with her arm <br />between her backside and the yielding mattress.<br /><br />"That's it, lover!" she crooned. "Ohhh, yesss, that's nice, lover, fuck <br />me with your tongue, ohhhhhhhh lover, fuck me with your long hard <br />tongue until I cum!"<br /><br />"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Jack groaned deep in his throat, his mouth pressed <br />tightly to her pungent cuntal mouth, his tongue flicking in and out of <br />her hole in wild abandon, his mind dwelling on nothing now except this <br />magnificent woman who was his to do with as he pleased ...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Sitting at the bridge table, Adie suddenly realized that Jack and Sue <br />were nowhere to be seen. Had they ...? Well, yes of course; they'd gone <br />into the bedroom, to ... yes to fuck. Adie trembled at the lewd images <br />which began to pass through her mind - images which had only yesterday <br />caused her pain and revulsion, but which were now bringing arousal to <br />her body, hardening her nipples beneath the sheath she wore, causing <br />fluid to flow from her vagina and dampen her panties. She couldn't help <br />it; she was a new woman, wasn't she? She had been awakened, and as such <br />she was becoming a creature of the flesh, with thoughts of sex and <br />lovemaking having a direct physical effect on her body, making her want <br />loving.<br /><br />She squirmed slightly on her chair, opening and closing her thighs, and <br />looked at Bob Mason. "Sue and Jack seem to have disappeared," she said.<br /><br />"So they have," Mason grinned. "And I know where."<br /><br />"So do I," Adie said boldly. "I ... think we should go to the same <br />place, don't you?"<br /><br />Mason moistened his lips. "I do, indeed."<br /><br />Adie stood up, smoothing the sheath down over her flanks. "You'll have <br />to lead the way."<br /><br />He took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed against <br />his own leg, feeling his cock begin to harden. He led her down the <br />hallway by the bar and opened the door to the master bedroom quietly, <br />pushing it wide and then drawing Adie across the threshold and slightly <br />in front of him, so that her tightly-encased buttocks were pressed hard <br />back against his now turgid cock.<br /><br />Adie inhaled sharply at what she saw in the soft moonlight streaming in <br />through the window. There, on one of the beds, was her husband, <br />kneeling between Sue's legs raised vertically toward the ceiling, <br />imprisoning his head there, his mouth buried in the soft fleece-lined <br />vagina, his tongue burrowing deep into the slippery passage. He was <br />making low, growling sounds in his throat as he labored, and Sue was <br />mewling delightedly at his ministrations, her hips churning wildly on <br />the bed.<br /><br />"Christ!" Mason said, moving his loins against the softness of Adie's <br />buttocks. "How do you like that, honey? He's licking my wife's cunt!"<br /><br />His words hissed into Adie's ear and she felt the prurient sensations <br />which had gripped her body outside magnify in her mind. Her breath <br />caught in her throat at what she was witnessing - and at the hard <br />protuberance of Mason's cock pressing into the crevice between her soft <br />yielding buttocks. Her stomach was churning madly now as she listened <br />to the slurping sucking sounds of her husband as he suckled the <br />twitching pussy of Mason's wife. And then Mason's hand slipped around <br />to her front, slipped inside the low-cut sheath and inside her loosely-<br />fitted bra to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit as if she were a <br />pubescent child. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, <br />and pressed her cheeks back against him with a little undulating motion <br />that caused him to squeeze her breast painfully.<br /><br />Into her ear he breathed hot breath and the words: "I want to fuck you, <br />Adie. Now, right now. I want to fuck you in the asshole! Adie I want to <br />fuck you in the asshole!"<br /><br />She stiffened for a brief instant at the vile words, at the idea of her <br />virginal anus being rent asunder by his huge, bloated penis, but then <br />the sight of her husband licking and slavering between Sue Mason's <br />legs, and the feel of Bob's hard, unresisting cock in the crevice of <br />her buttocks, sent more ripples of desire surging through her body. <br />Well, why not? Why not? Why shouldn't she let a man fuck her from <br />behind? She had tasted a man's cock, Jack's cock, for the first time <br />last night; her mouth was no longer a virgin, so why should she allow <br />her anus to remain virginal? She was emancipated now, wasn't she? A <br />woman of the flesh? Why not cast this last vestige of innocence to the <br />wind as well?<br /><br />She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Bob, fuck me <br />back there! Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to, <br />Bob, I want you to!"<br /><br />Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her acquiescing words, Mason <br />pushed Adie toward the one remaining bed in the room. Once there, he <br />turned to her to demand that she strip naked - but she was one step <br />ahead of him. Her fingers were already drawing down the zipper at the <br />rear of her sheath, drawing it all the way down to the base of her <br />spine and then she shrugged out of the garment and let it fall. She <br />stepped out of the pool, unhooking her bra, letting her lust-swollen <br />breasts bob forth, the nipples like chips of hot rock; she pulled her <br />panties down, and stood before Mason completely nude, her eyes fastened <br />on the oblivious couple only a few scant feet away, hearing them moan <br />and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled - just as hers would soon <br />be.<br /><br />Mason had stripped his own clothes from his body by then, and his huge, <br />oscillating, erect cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of <br />delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Adie's tiny waist in his <br />huge hands, his breath hot on her face, and turned her, forcing her <br />down onto the bed on her hands and knees so that she was facing the <br />wildly twitching couple on the other bed. He knelt beside her, holding <br />his great prick in one hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of <br />her rectum while his eyes fastened on the tableau of Jack Rolfe's <br />insane licking of his wife's insatiable cunt.<br /><br />Then, with his other hand, he began to stroke Jack's wife's soft white <br />buttock mounds, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying <br />the first moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat. <br />Slowly, tantalizing, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her <br />anal opening, wiggling it around inside, drawing greater whimpers of <br />increasing desire from Adie's throat. He released his cock then and <br />used both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her upraised <br />buttocks, stretching the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He <br />leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged <br />penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his hips, <br />teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the <br />wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring.<br /><br />Adie was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about <br />to happen, and intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the <br />huge, bulbous head of Mason's prick resting at her asshole, and she <br />thought: It's going to hurt, Oh God it's going to hurt when he shoves <br />all of his gigantic cock into me. But I don't care, I want it to hurt, <br />I want him to fuck me there. God, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I can <br />see Jack there, sucking Sue's pussy, reveling in it, sopping up all of <br />her juices and it's making me ...<br /><br />"Aaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed then, shutting off all her <br />thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a <br />brutal forward thrust, Mason had bored his mighty cock far up into her <br />tight, innocent asshole, tearing it through the membranous passage to <br />bury it almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again <br />as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden <br />depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her <br />head down onto the chenille bedspread and prevented her from watching <br />any longer the actions of her husband and Sue on the next bed. Mason <br />began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery walls <br />of Adie's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally, <br />with one last savage lunge he buried every single inch of his <br />tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight anus.<br /><br />"OOoooooohhhhhh!" Adie moaned. "Ohhhhhhh God, Bob, it hurts! It <br />hurrrrrtttsssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"<br /><br />"Just ... relax, honey ... just relax and ... fuck back," Mason panted <br />his instructions. Numbly, Adie obeyed, grinding her buttocks back <br />against his sawing cock. And suddenly, Mason's predictions came true, <br />her anal passage grew accustomed to the great monster imbedded there, <br />and she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was <br />beginning to like it! She was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial <br />sodomizing of her private, secret passage. Her head flailed from side <br />to side and she buffeted back harder and harder against Mason's <br />pistoning prick, feeling his bloated testicles resound as his belly <br />smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her lovely, cream-white <br />buttocks.<br /><br />"Ohhh, yesssssss, Bob, you were right, it's goooooooodddd ... oh Bob, <br />fuck it, fuck it harder, fuck my asshole harder ...!"<br /><br />And Mason began to fuck it harder as he was bid, his balls filling, <br />filling with his impending load of hot, steaming cum, his eyes still <br />lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of his wife and Adie's husband <br />on the adjoining bed ...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />As he lay cradled between Sue's imprisoning thighs, his face buried in <br />the pungent, fervent moistness of her lusting crotch, his tongue and <br />his lips sucking and licking the juice of her flowing cunt, Jack was <br />only dimly aware of the bedroom door opening, of the entrance of <br />someone. He heard the whispered voices, but Sue's moans of pleasure <br />drowned out the words; he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on <br />them anyway, didn't care to hear them anyway. All that mattered for him <br />at that moment was the delicious hair-lined pussy which was splayed <br />open to his questing mouth, the hot piquancy of Sue Mason's lovely sex <br />which was his for the moment, his alone.<br /><br />He knew of course that Adie and Bob had come to join them, but he <br />didn't care; he didn't care that his wife was about to be fucked by Bob <br />Mason, and the total lack of concern amazed him to some degree. Only <br />yesterday, he had almost gone off the deep end at the sight of Mason <br />burying his huge cock into the soft folds of Adie's pussy ... and now, <br />he was passively condoning it. Only yesterday, he had been afraid of <br />what Adie might say if she knew he was fucking and sucking Sue Mason <br />... and now, he was doing it right before her eyes, with full knowledge <br />of her presence. Strange, he thought as he drew his tongue the length <br />of Sue's magnificent, drooling slit, how one's life can change in a <br />matter of just a few hours, how you can become a different human being <br />with different outlooks and viewpoints in just two short days ...<br /><br />He heard the springs of the adjacent bed squeak, and he knew that Adie <br />and Bob were on it now, were probably completely naked, were probably <br />fondling and kissing one another. The thought sent ripples of venerous <br />desire shooting through him, and he wanted to raise his head, wanted to <br />see what they were doing as they had been able to clearly see what he <br />and Sue were doing upon their entrance. But Sue's hands were wrapped in <br />his hair, and her thighs were like a vise around his neck, preventing <br />him from moving his head at all except in an up and down motion as he <br />licked and nibbled and tongued her beautiful cunt, as he brought her <br />closer and closer to orgasm.<br /><br />I hope she cums soon, he thought. I want her to cum so I can shove my <br />cock in her mouth, deep in her mouth. Christ, I want to be sucked, I <br />want to be sucked so damned bad my balls are aching for release. I want <br />to be sucked while I watch my wife getting fucked silly by another man, <br />that's what I want. I want to see the depraved sight while I shoot my <br />sperm into another woman's throat and belly ...<br /><br />"Aaaaaaaagggggggh!"<br /><br />The sudden scream of tortured agony made Jack freeze, his tongue buried <br />deep in Sue's vagina, his teeth nibbling at one of the petal-like cunt <br />lips. That had been Adie ... Christ, what the hell was Mason doing to <br />her? Jack wanted again to raise his head, but Sue's hands were urgent <br />in his hair and she was moaning for him to continue the torturous <br />slavering of her pussy, moaning that she was nearing her climax, <br />moaning for him to hurry, hurry, hurry!<br /><br />Jack resumed his tonguing of her open vagina, and then: "Oohhhhhhhhhhh! <br />Ooohhh God, Bob, it hurts! It hurrrrtttttss! Oh, I can't take it. It <br />hurts too much!"<br /><br />And then Mason's harsh, panting words reached his ears: "Just ... <br />relax, honey ... just relax and ... fuck back! It'll ... stop hurting <br />... in a little ... while ..."<br /><br />Damn it, Jack thought, what the hell were they doing? Fuck back, Mason <br />had said. Was he giving it to her dog style? He had tried to get Adie <br />to do it with him that way once, but she had steadfastly refused. And <br />now she was doing it canine fashion with a man she hardly knew -<br /><br />Again, Adie's voice screamed at his ears. "Ohhh, yessssss, Bob, you <br />were right, it's gooooooooddddddd ... oh Bob, fuck it, fuck it harder, <br />fuck my asshole harder ...!"<br /><br />Her asshole! My God, Jack thought, he's fucking her in the asshole! <br />Suddenly, he had to see it; he simply had to see this vile, depraved <br />attack on his lovely, defenseless wife. His hands came up to pull Sue's <br />clasping legs from around his neck, oblivious to her cries of "Lover, <br />for God's sake ... don't stop ... now ... don't stop, I'm almost ... <br />there!" He pulled his head from between her legs, bracing himself <br />upward, his eyes swivelling to the opposite bed.<br /><br />What he saw there - Mason's huge, pummeling cock disappearing, drawing <br />part way out, disappearing again in the tiny puckered opening that was <br />his wife's naked rectum - caused Jack's cock to jerk convulsively, <br />wildly, almost as if he were about to cum. He stared in lust-perverted <br />rapture at his wife's flailing head, her madly undulating buttocks <br />jerking back against Mason's driving prick, her full, firm breasts <br />dancing below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every <br />which way under the impossible assault.<br /><br />God, he thought, Oh God, I wish that was me! I wish that was my cock in <br />her asshole right now, thundering in there! Jesus, my balls are going <br />to explode! I've got to put my cock in Sue, but I want it in my wife <br />... wait! I can still have it in my wife! I can still put it in Adie! I <br />can fuck her mouth! I can have her suck my cock, milk it dry like I've <br />always wanted her to do! And I can do it while Masons cock is buffeting <br />her asshole!<br /><br />The sudden, debauched thoughts were like an electric shock to Jack's <br />hot, sweating body. He pulled away from Sue, left the bed to stand <br />before the other one, his cock throbbing and jerking before him like <br />some crazed entity which was parasitically attached to his loins. <br />Adie's head was pressed against the bedspread, her eyes tightly shut; <br />behind her, Mason heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes <br />likewise squeezed tightly together, his fingers clawing at the soft <br />white moons of Jack's wife's buttocks.<br /><br />In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing <br />lust, Jack said, "Adie, raise your head. Raise your head and open your <br />eyes."<br /><br />"Jack ... ?" Her voice came in a ragged gasp, almost a mewl, as Mason <br />ripped mercilessly into her tight, expanding rectal passage.<br /><br />"Yes, Jack," he said. "Raise your head, damn it, and open your eyes!"<br /><br />Adie levered her body on her forearms, raising herself and opening her <br />eyes to look up at him. The first thing she saw was his huge cock, held <br />lewdly in his hand now, seeming to sway hypnotically before her gaze. <br />Her tongue came out to moisten her lips as she stared at the unseeing <br />eye dripping fluid in the huge, purplishly swollen glans.<br /><br />"I'm going to put it in your mouth, baby!" Jack whispered hoarsely. "I <br />want you to suck me!"<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Adie began to tremble with a renewed surge of fire. The idea of sucking <br />her husband while Bob Mason ripped and tore at her backside was wild <br />and somehow appealing. Yes, yes, it would be just what she needed, to <br />have her anus and her mouth filled with the hot flowing cum of two men, <br />one her husband whom she loved deeply and the other the man who had <br />opened the gates to her new life as a full-blooded woman. It would <br />destroy the woman she had once been completely and totally ...<br /><br />"Yes!" she breathed. "Yes, darling, let me suck it! Give it to me now, <br />darling Jack, put it in my mouth and let me suck all the cum out of it, <br />let me suck it dry, darling, darling Jack ...!"<br /><br />With a groan of sheer animal lust, Jack moved forward, guiding his <br />palpitating, seminally-moist cock to her parted, waiting mouth. She <br />tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt <br />the heavy bloated head resting against them, and then she opened her <br />mouth to accept the offering. She was acutely aware of Mason's pile-<br />driving cock burgeoning into her now expanded, now accepting anal <br />passage, enjoying the heaving thrusts now; and she was dimly aware of <br />Sue's voice saying, "Damn you, Jack, why didn't you wait until I <br />climaxed before you left me? Damn you, you could have let me suck you <br />afterwards, or I could have done it myself! Damn you, damn you, damn <br />you, now I've got to make myself cum with my hand while the three of <br />you have all the fun! But wait, you just wait until later ..." But the <br />only thing which was important at that moment, really important to <br />Adie, was her husband's hardened throbbing cock.<br /><br />Her hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately - her husband's <br />member, an integral part of the man she loved - and she began to suck <br />him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the <br />slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the <br />glans. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every <br />inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling <br />faster and faster, and Jack's buttocks began to flex forward, adding <br />his own movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were <br />fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. <br />Adie could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but she <br />made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips <br />ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of his <br />sperm from his balls like a syphon.<br /><br />She rolled and flung her buttocks back against Mason's forward-driving <br />shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and <br />faster on Jack's cock; he moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, <br />a wailing gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax <br />neared. Adie was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally <br />abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep <br />within her either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with <br />gushing semen. Her hips swirled more wildly around Mason's prick; her <br />lips swirled more wildly around Jack's, and her own orgasm was <br />building, building. It wouldn't be long now for any of them, it <br />wouldn't be long now ... <br /><br />Suddenly, Jack emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed <br />his hips forward, burying his cock deep in his wife's soft, warm mouth. <br />Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his <br />burning fluid gushed from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing <br />desperately to keep from choking on the frothing sperm, her cheeks <br />bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, <br />filled and emptied ...<br /><br />And then, behind her, Mason's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the <br />nails drawing blood there, and he began to chant crazily, "I'm cumming, <br />I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" His cock began to jerk then, as <br />Jack's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt <br />along his urethra tube from the cauldrons of his balls and fill her <br />anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice <br />of her churning ass cheeks, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on <br />the bedspread beneath her flailing body.<br /><br />"Keep sucking, keeeepppp succckkkiiinnngggggg!" Jack howled, <br />convulsively spasming forward. "Suck all of it, suck all of itttt!"<br /><br />"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" Mason wailed behind her.<br /><br />And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of <br />her own coming orgasm, Adie felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, <br />kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and <br />squealed around Jack's prick, still swallowing his seemingly never-<br />ending flow of sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious <br />drop of his seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never <br />known existed in the world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that <br />her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the <br />pleasure-pain ...<br /><br />Finally, after a long, long time, she collapsed forward on the bed, the <br />two bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her forever <br />stretched rectum with loud, wet, simultaneous plopping sounds. In her <br />stomach there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated <br />state that it was the blending of Mason's cum and Jack's and her own, <br />all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into <br />her, or from her own secreting glands.<br /><br />It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful ... Oh God, I've just <br />seen heaven, and now I'm back on earth ... but not for long, for I will <br />visit it again and again and again now that I've known what it can be <br />like, what it is ...<br /><br />She felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm, <br />hairy thigh. Her husband's voice began whispering soft sweet words of <br />love to her, his soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved <br />her head around on his thigh until her mouth located his now flaccid <br />cock cradled in the wrinkled sac of his spent balls. She flicked out <br />her tongue, licking his still-warm cum from the spongy member and from <br />the pungent scrotum in grateful adulation ... <br /><br />And then, in that moment, a strange and amused male voice said from the <br />bedroom doorway: "Hot damn, it looks like we've got one hell of an orgy <br />going on here! One hell of an orgy that's going to get even better once <br />everybody joins in!"<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 8<br /><br /><br />The man in the doorway was large, with bright red hair, and had his arm <br />around a young girl barely past her teens, who leaned against his <br />chest, her eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her.<br /><br />"What's going on?" Adie shuddered, lifting her head with abject <br />mortification from Jack's loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her <br />as she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. "Who ... who <br />are these people?"<br /><br />"Friends, Adie," Mason said expansively. "Come on in, Phil. And you, <br />too, Meg. Good to see you again!"<br /><br />"Hey!" came a yell from the living room, "How about us?" To Adie's <br />further horror, another two people came into the bedroom. The woman was <br />tall and well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and <br />barely concealed in a low-cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a <br />boy's pants, the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The boy was <br />grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips, and he was <br />the obvious mate to the pubertal girl named Meg. "Hi, everybody!" the <br />woman said. "Glad to see you're enjoying yourselves."<br /><br />"Hey, June!" called out Mason, "C'mon in!"<br /><br />"Please, Bob," moaned Adie, "Send them away."<br /><br />Adie began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her <br />hot eyes. So this was the real reason behind the "bridge game." No ... <br />no ... it was not the simple little wife swapping she had been led to <br />believe, this was the group sex that Sue had talked about yesterday. <br />Group sex ... the ultimate in pure physical gratification, with not <br />even the rationale of affection between the partners. She stiffened, <br />dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at her husband, unsure of her <br />own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked herself.<br /><br />June strode across the bedroom to Jack who looked at her with <br />amazement, and she reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her <br />hands murmuring, "I like you. Maybe we can fuck each other later on?"<br /><br />Jack didn't speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat <br />his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but <br />spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. "Look ... <br />what the hell is this anyway?" He took a deep breath, his penis <br />impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the ministrations of the <br />strange woman. "Jesus! I don't believe this!"<br /><br />"You will in a while," she tittered lightly.<br /><br />Adie, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three <br />strangers. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making <br />comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in <br />haste. With a squeal, the girl raced for Mason, throwing herself upon <br />him, her hands grasping him as Jack was held around the thick shaft of <br />his penis. Mason laughed again and reached over and caressed one pear-<br />shaped breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on <br />her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and <br />his red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager <br />tongue on the glans.<br /><br />With a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent <br />erection. Both men approached the bed where Adie lay cowering on the <br />sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles <br />rippling and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of <br />them with palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against <br />their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.<br /><br />Abruptly Phil, his pubic hair the same wild color as his hair, put his <br />arm about Adie in an embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming <br />to freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the <br />nipples of her breasts and began to knead and thumb then into rock <br />hardness, she found herself moaning with unrestrained passion. "Some <br />party," he whispered into her ear, "But you did know we were coming, <br />didn't you?"<br /><br />"No, I didn't."<br /><br />"Leave that to Bob to pull a fast one. Is this your first time?"<br /><br />"Yes," she nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid so. I never dreamed that this would <br />happen. I don't know if I should..."<br /><br />"What's the matter? You've been screwing Mason, haven't you?" He threw <br />back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment. <br />"Hell, I'm a better fuck than he'll ever be! Now, c'mon, get with it. <br />Let it all hang out!"<br /><br />Adie took one more quick look at her husband before submitting to this <br />lust perverted animal. Jack was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as <br />June leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her mouth in one long, <br />slow continuous sucking movement, the warm, wet cavern of her cheeks <br />sending a wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. "Oh <br />man," he gurgled. Then Adie looked around at the rest of the room, <br />seeing the pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal <br />activity which had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses.<br /><br />Sue, passionate from her masturbating fingers, had attacked the young <br />boy with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly <br />forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs and to further <br />hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously <br />throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was <br />rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up <br />and down over the glans as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped <br />from its tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean <br />thighs. Meg was on all fours over Mason, who had his knees behind her <br />and was bucking away at her buttocks, fucking her mercilessly in the <br />rectum with savage, repeating blows.<br /><br />June's head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Jack's straining prick as <br />though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in <br />between his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her <br />nose smacked licentiously into the matted pubic hair below.<br /><br />"That's it, June," her husband breathed hotly, "Suck him good, you <br />bitch." He delved down the slim but quivering flanks of Adie, and then <br />dipped his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Mason's <br />cum of a few minutes past, and Adie, horrified, found herself aroused. <br />Her thighs jerked spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his <br />touch, and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her <br />red-rimmed pussy, and he moaned with sudden passion.<br /><br />"Oh, God," she gasped, "This is terrible, terrible."<br /><br />"No, baby, it's the living end," Phil said. "I really like seeing my <br />wife get it. Don't you like watching, too?"<br /><br />"Your wife - !" Adie's brain reeled as she realized that he was just <br />like she was, involved with another person's mate while panting with <br />excitement over the view of the sex acts in front of them. No, it <br />wasn't terrible, it was beautiful! Beautiful! And Adie leaned back-on <br />the bed sheets and spread her legs wide to Phil's talented hand as he <br />rummaged and pillaged her surrendering cunt.<br /><br />June took one last lick on Jack's cock, and then jerked upright and <br />turned around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front <br />of him, and in wide open display before Adie as well, Adie watched in <br />unbelieving fascination as June gradually bent forward until the <br />breadth of her buttocks jutted toward Jack's face and Jack obscenely <br />rotated upward to meet the widespread lips of her vagina. June's thighs <br />tensed and then rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet and <br />she reached back and gently pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the <br />dark, still more depraved, hole of her anus.<br /><br />Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a <br />few stray black hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the tufts <br />wave tauntingly at Jack. He groaned and began to manipulate his own <br />cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. June grabbed the <br />stiff ramrod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, <br />slippery ease. Jack took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled <br />her to him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her, squeezing her <br />distended breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete <br />ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully.<br /><br />"Now, baby? You want me now?" Phil said lewdly.<br /><br />"Yes," mewled Adie, watching her husband fuck his wife. "Anything you <br />want ... anything at all. Fuck me! Fuck me!"<br /><br />Adie pushed her cunt up to Phil, her whole body aflame with unwanted <br />desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down <br />inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, <br />its marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-<br />blooded woman. God! Why doesn't he take me now!<br /><br />She looked at Phil's enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of <br />his belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear <br />fluid of love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of <br />that strange member buried to its hilt in her vagina... or mouth ... or <br />anus ... Oh God, it was monstrous and webbed from glans to base with <br />heavy, throbbing blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the <br />carnality it was about to perform.<br /><br />"Like it, baby?" Phil smiled lopsidedly at her.<br /><br />"Yes, yes, I love it!"<br /><br />"Good, because I'm going to put it up your cunt so far you're going to <br />spit it out." His grin broadened into a toothy smile. "But first I'm <br />going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey <br />you've been spreading down there."<br /><br />Adie stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side <br />of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and <br />of caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let <br />a soft moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her <br />buttocks down on the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still <br />further.<br /><br />Phil touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her <br />loins and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her <br />thumb and forefinger plucking at her nipples and areolas as Phil had <br />done, like a hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more <br />sensations rocked her body.<br /><br />Involuntarily Phil sucked in his breath, and he could feel the blood <br />drubbing painfully into his expanded, purplish head. Tiny drops of <br />seminal fluid grouped around the eye of his glans as he leaned down, <br />his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, spearing the sticky substance <br />against her skin. Then, with thumbs pressed against her hair-lined <br />cunt-lips, Phil tenderly spread the soft yielding walls of her pussy <br />until its moist, coral lusciousness opened and he saw the jeweled <br />splendor of her clitoris. He felt Adie's warm thighs quiver and he <br />heard her breath gasp from her throbbing throat, and with the touch of <br />an expert, he leaned forward and his hot wet lips closed over the soft <br />protuberance at the apex of her belly.<br /><br />"OOOOOhhhh," Adie groaned, raising her head to stare down between her <br />manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as <br />he planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs, <br />his tongue flicking snake-like at her gaping opening.<br /><br />Adie continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands <br />down along her stomach to rest on either side of Phil's gently nibbling <br />lips. Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the <br />overwhelming sensations. Momentary thoughts of Jack flashed through <br />her, but then they were gone, and she spread the fleshy, hair-lined <br />lips of her cunt slowly apart, allowing the red-haired man complete <br />access to her wet, pulsating vagina.<br /><br />Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side <br />to side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his <br />tongue wrapped itself around her erected clitoris. Dear God! His lips <br />sucked, drawing warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the <br />skin as his tongue continued the maddening licking around the urgent <br />pink smoothness of her surging flesh. She groaned lustily, and then her <br />eyes caught another sight, a sight so alien to her consciousness, that <br />she bolted half upright, her legs rigid.<br /><br />"My God!" Adie gasped, "there's a dog in here!"<br /><br />A large German shepherd was indeed sitting on its haunches just inside <br />the doorway, its bushy tail wagging furiously as though it understood <br />the lascivious rites it was witnessing. His tongue hung over thick ruby <br />lips, the mouth ajar so that long canine fangs gleamed with pearl <br />irridescence in the light, and his ears were cocked attentively.<br /><br />"Don't get upset, baby," Phil crooned, his head still buried in her <br />pussy. "That's only Caesar, my dog. Relax. You don't really mind if he <br />watches, too, do you?"<br /><br />Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing ... why not his damned <br />dog? She sighed, and the sudden, unexpected thought of the German <br />shepherd departed, to be replaced by the enrapturement of Phil's <br />hungry, massaging mouth.<br /><br />Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his <br />way up and down her genitals until they burned ... Yes! yes! she heard <br />herself wish crazily, yes I still need it so bad and he is doing his <br />best! Her hands clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the <br />small palpitating cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed <br />flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize <br />her ragged pink edges.<br /><br />Adie cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his nose <br />directly on her pubes, and his mouth rammed deep down to cover the <br />squirming crotch and bring low guttural moans from this delicate morsel <br />whose soft warm thighs clasped spasmodically around either side of his <br />head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as the <br />walls of her invaded vagina sucked him and tried to extract his tongue <br />deeper and deeper into it. It was as if her hair-lined mouth was a <br />devouring animal unleashed with lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue <br />out by the roots, and her heels snaked up and out, pushing down against <br />his back, making him bury himself still further in the soft, trembling <br />trap between her uplifted legs. His nostrils inhaled the poignant <br />aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her lusty, lubricious state.<br /><br />Phil could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the <br />muscles of her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her <br />legs, but he was too strong. "I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I <br />did you. Now ..." he slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide, <br />his swelling cock a straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It <br />seemed to Adie she had never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her <br />life. She had to have it, she had to taste that prick in her mouth, <br />feel it swirl around her tongue and cheeks, and with a panting moan she <br />turned and crawled over Phil. His cock leaped as he saw her insatiable <br />desire, and then she posed her nudity over him, smoothing her hands <br />over her taut breasts and firm thighs, finally moving toward the <br />sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky mound <br />he had just finished sucking. Adie's fingers slowly glided into the <br />fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently spreading the still wet slit until <br />it opened like a new-flowering bud and she thrust her loins toward him <br />so that he might better view her moist, coral flesh. Then quickly she <br />licked her lips and climbing down between his legs she took his <br />cementlike pillar in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her <br />throat. She began to purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her <br />soft hair and his cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth.<br /><br />She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even her <br />tight cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved the <br />underside of his shaft while the tip taunted the base of his member and <br />a portion of his testicles with insurmountable pleasure.<br /><br />As they lay there, on the bed with the other wildly fucking couples, <br />Caesar stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side and <br />little throaty whines coming from his lips. As the dog watched Adie <br />began to waggle her smooth-white buttocks and she hummed, Phil's heavy <br />and throbbing cock vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot <br />breath from her nostrils against his pubic hair sent further spasms of <br />delight rippling through the man and then Adie cupped his balls, <br />causing the sperm-bloated sacs to quiver as she manipulated and <br />squeezed them. Her throat exploited his prick in her effort to suck him <br />dry.<br /><br />Phil lifted his head from the bed and stared down at his hard shaft <br />completely absorbed by Adie's lust contorted face. The sight of her <br />ovaled lips massaging his resilient skin increased his fever a hundred-<br />fold and he groaned with madness. She tantalized the ball with one hand <br />while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked his mighty <br />base as she continued to suck up and down. He flexed his buttocks, his <br />head still raised, watched the top of her head bob up and down as <br />simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and Caesar <br />relentlessly hammered his long tail on the floor.<br /><br />"Turn ... turn over," groaned Phil. "I want to fuck you in the mouth <br />with me above." He pulled at her, and slave-like she obeyed. They <br />twisted and writhed until he was on all fours, straddling her breasts, <br />his turgid cock still firmly fastened between her teeth. Her body was <br />under his, spread out in writhing lewdness between his bent legs, as he <br />leaned over her and pumped voraciously into her unsatiable mouth. Adie <br />slid her hands along his inner thighs as she continued her sucking, and <br />great swirls of heat were building up in the unreachable depths of his <br />balls as he watched her face working on his loins. He could see the <br />rivulets of sweat roll in thin lines down her sides as she bucked <br />beneath him, and the muscles of his back seemed to be ready to snap <br />from the pressure of arching above her greedily clinging mouth.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a little commotion on the bed beside her, and Adie <br />bent her head slightly, though never losing the stride of her sucking <br />motion, and saw Bob Mason, a sadistic grin on his face, climbing <br />astraddle of the young girl. He took her brutally by the hair and at <br />the same time thrust forward with his thick penis and rammed his head <br />into the split anus of Meg. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, <br />ecstatic film that sent a shiver of excitement through Adie's own naked <br />body, and Meg began to gyrate her impaled buttocks against Mason with <br />complete abandonment.<br /><br />Adie heard Mason croon with delight and gasp as he sawed rhythmically <br />and without the slightest mercy deep into the confines of the girl's <br />rectum. The reddish skin of the little round hole drew back with his <br />prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out, and then her <br />white-smooth ass swallowed his shaft until it was submerged with not <br />even a half-inch of it showing, its chunky, bloated head touching her <br />quaking bowels. "OOOOoooohhh," the girl moaned, "OOOOOOOOhhh, fuck it, <br />Bob, fuck it fuck it fuck it ..." She was moaning and adding to the joy <br />by wildly moving her ass and hollowing her back. Adie watched her <br />profile, seeing her lips bared from her teeth as she smiled back at <br />Adie, her long golden hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like <br />some mad woman, and her complexion the shade of her anus.<br /><br />"Oh yesssssss ..." the girl said. She rotated and squirmed, and it <br />seemed to Adie that she was moving closer to her, slowly attempting to <br />slide ou her knees, while still dancing against Mason. Adie redoubled <br />her efforts, wrapping her hands around the lowered shaft of Phil's cock <br />while she sucked at the hard rod which fucked her mouth. Her tight <br />elastic lips worked with all their might, her cheeks hollowing on every <br />outstroke and expanding on the instroke. Phil grinned salaciously from <br />above as he watched Meg edge her way closer to them and then he looked <br />down at the unsuspecting Adie.<br /><br />Then the girl was next to Adie, grazing the satin flesh with her body <br />as still the giant pistoning cock of Mason lashed into her backsides. <br />Mason, as if knowing what was in store, moved with the girl as she <br />slipped down the bedspread, lower and lower, until her face gazed <br />hungrily on Adie's open crotch. Then one slim hand moved forward, her <br />other balancing her as Mason drove with repeated battering, and Adie <br />gasped with the invasion of Meg's fingers. Adie felt a strange hand <br />catch her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding <br />way that only a woman could know. Her upbringing had never accepted <br />this sort of sick thing, let alone any of the other acts she had been <br />doing that night, but at the moment she began to tremble all over with <br />the forbiddenness of the situation. Her being was unfulfilled, and she <br />couldn't, even if she had wanted to, resist the young woman's advances.<br /><br />Mason flailed at the girl's ass-hole, urging her onto more perverted <br />acts with Adie's body. "Touch," he commanded. "That's it. Let me see <br />you feel her cunt, baby. Stick your hand in there and enjoy yourself <br />while I fuck you back here!"<br /><br />The alien fingers needed no urging. Like spiders they slithered down <br />Adie's body and curled their tantalizing way into the brush of fleecy <br />pubic hair. And in spite of her shame, Adie could not help but respond. <br />She sucked voraciously at Phil's cock as the hand groveled in her <br />crotch with tantalizing touches, running over her breasts, her sides <br />and legs, only to return to the lubricious hole of her vagina and the <br />little anus below. Meg flicked a tender finger against the ring, and <br />said, "I am going to make you cum like a volcano ..."<br /><br />Adie moaned through full lips, "Oh yes, yes please ..."<br /><br />Thick fluid began to spill from the corners of Adie's reveling mouth as <br />Phil, turning to see the action behind him, felt the rumbling cauldron <br />of his balls begin to explode. Adie continued to suck at his cock like <br />some wanton whore, and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to vanish <br />into the fusion of her face as he drove with hollowing buttocks far <br />into her mouth like some distended pile-driver. His coarse pubic hair <br />caressed her nose and his balls slapped her chin in lewd unison to her <br />strokes.<br /><br />Adie shuddered again as Meg put her lips to the wildly coursing cunt <br />before her and kissed it long and tenderly. Dimly Adie realized that <br />Phil was about to cum and she was afraid she would strangle in her <br />position, but still she slavered on ...<br /><br />Until Phil jerked his cock out of her mouth and held it above her <br />starving cheeks, his fingers a contrast on the glistening, huge, red-<br />eyed glans but a scant two inches from her.<br /><br />"Oh no," Adie groaned, "Please, I must have it, I must!" She tried to <br />pull him down to her, her mouth gaping at his jumping prick. But before <br />she could close the distance, he gasped and hot sticky semen flowed <br />from it directly into her mouth, the searing cavern wide in <br />anticipation of what it was about to receive. The thick quick spurts <br />streamed like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim, <br />and she swallowed, trying not to lose a drop of the boiling, lust-<br />infused potion. Her Adam's apple bobbed as it tried to keep up with the <br />ejaculating penis.<br /><br />As Phil's cock pumped its remaining liquid and throbbed into stillness, <br />Adie desperately lifted her head to catch the last thin streams which <br />ran down his cock, and she tried to take the deflating prick in her <br />mouth.<br /><br />"Please! Oh for God's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck <br />me, fuck me now!"<br /><br />Phil chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her across from <br />the girl. "Not with Meg to keep you warm," he said with a leer.<br /><br />"Dear God," Adie breathed. What now ... what does he mean? I'm going <br />out of my mind. That girl ... that Meg's lickings ... are driving me <br />wild!<br /><br />Adie raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl <br />nestled her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her <br />kneeling body the crude figure of Mason humping away with increasingly <br />savage strokes into Meg's tightly clenched rectum. She let her eyes <br />rove over the loveliness of the blonde girl's voluptuous nakedness, and <br />she felt the soft kisses on her skin and the hot puffs of breath on her <br />creases and the magic tongue licking her cleft, simply licking in long <br />strokes from top to bottom, not entering yet but bringing Adie to raise <br />her loins with each slow licking of her sensitive labia. Her clitoris <br />hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle, <br />and she hissed and squirmed and writhed insanely - then as suddenly as <br />it had begun it stopped.<br /><br />Adie couldn't stand it. She had been played with and brought along to <br />such a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release, even by this <br />girl. She curled around, trying to urge Meg to further manipulations, <br />kissing and playing with the girl's lips, closing her eyes as she felt <br />soft lips answer back. Her hand engulfed the small young breast with <br />its berry-like nipple, and then she turned completely around so that <br />she could send her tongue swiftly flickering over Meg's breasts while <br />Meg lowered her head and sucked her areolas and nipples to hardness. <br />Adie worked her throat insanely, wriggling still further down between <br />the arms and legs of the girl, kissing and licking her ribs and stomach <br />and belly with an eager and fervently lashing mouth ... tongue ... <br />lips. Meg pressed her mouth in encouragement, her tongue invading in <br />return as she gently contacted Adie's lower parts, and then ... at <br />last, they lay in reverse to each other, each with their mouths glued <br />tightly to the other's seething wet cunt. Their tongues lashed <br />everywhere, slipping in the juices of their vaginas and always <br />returning to the sensitive tingling clitoris.<br /><br />Adie looked up at the honey blonde pussy, its long red slit trailing <br />along her buttocks to where Mason's massive cock split it, its length <br />buried to the hilt up her widespread anus, his heavy balls pulsating <br />before her. She could see the puckered red opening of the anus as it <br />clamped around the surging prick, and the beautiful moon-shaped <br />buttocks as they swayed rhythmically and the enticing pink flesh and <br />the sparkling droplets as they clung to her golden fleece. The musky <br />scent was overpowering, and Adie lashed out with her tongue again, <br />going around Meg's clitoris as she had just a second before, and she <br />found her tongue clasped by the girl's cuntal petals, and her own lips <br />came in contact with the soft pubic hair as she stretched her tongue to <br />its entirety and stabbed the erect bud of the clitoris.<br /><br />Then with uncontained lust, she reached higher and nuzzled Mason's <br />testicles, taunting the half-exposed member with the tip of her tongue <br />as she swallowed the open cunt, finally sucking the inner-lips and <br />clitoris in her mouth simultaneously. She raised her buttocks around <br />Meg's ravaging mouth, pressing her gleaming pussy until she felt the <br />girl's nose against her plundering hole. Furiously she tasted the sweet <br />delicious cunt above her and the tangy saltiness of Mason as he fucked, <br />her own unsated passion mounting and mounting.<br /><br />Several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others who at different <br />times released their animalistic passions around Adie. The boy and Jack <br />crawled over to Meg and moved Phil aside so that they could lay beside <br />Adie and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing <br />ceilingward.<br /><br />"Christ, look at them go!" the boy said.<br /><br />Jack could only groan and then place his wife's fingers around his <br />prick just as the boy had done on the other side of her. Automatically <br />Adie's soft white fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke <br />them rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo <br />of her and Meg's oral fucking and Mason's sodomic perversion. Jack <br />cupped one of Adie's breasts as Meg moved her hands to spread the <br />steaming cunt below her.<br /><br />"Somebody please fuck me!" Adie screamed. "I must have cock! You hear? <br />Somebody stick their cock in me! Please!"<br /><br />Phil, sitting cross-legged with Sue licking his cock in an attempt to <br />get new life into it, laughed expansively. "Are you really ready, <br />baby?"<br /><br />"Ooohh, yes, yes, I am!"<br /><br />"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!"<br /><br />"Yes! Yes!" Adie cried, her tongue still buried in Meg's quivering cunt <br />as she thrust her behind as high as it would go.<br /><br />"Get ready for the finest fuck you have ever had," Phil said, and then <br />he snapped out, "Caesar!"<br /><br />Adie felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb <br />on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery <br />yet hard rubbery spike rub along her legs. Again and again the shaft <br />danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, <br />and with a moan of desperation, Adie reached down and impaled her half-<br />crazed vagina full upon it.<br /><br />"Oooooohhhh," she moaned as the long prick soared up in her cunt, <br />quelling the burning demon which tore her innards asunder. The cock <br />burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had <br />supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet <br />walls of her vaginal tunnel. She sucked at Meg's delectable young pussy <br />as the girl twisted around to make room, licking and kissing it as her <br />lover expanded his cock into a swelling pile-driver which hit her womb. <br />And then she reached down again, only this time to caress and encourage <br />the man who had been so kind to her, and she felt fur and hairy <br />forepaws as they wound around her waist.<br /><br />Oh my God! she screamed inwardly ... It's that dog! It's Caesar who's <br />fucking me! A low wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and <br />forth as she thought of the mammoth brute expanding his animal penis <br />inside her cunt like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it <br />... she couldn't stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations <br />... he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful ... <br />absolutely the finest! Wildly she returned to lick and tongue Meg's <br />wildly bucking cunt as the girl lowered herself on Adie's open mouth, <br />grinding her pussy like a plundering abyss on the face below.<br /><br />"OooooOOOOhhh," Adie said in muffled squeals, "I'm ... I'm ... going <br />... going to ... to cummmmm!"<br /><br />"Fuck the dog, damn you!" shouted Mason. "Pound that ass of yours tight <br />up there!"<br /><br />"Yes ... yes ... yessssss! MMMMmmmmm!"<br /><br />As Adie cried out with her impending climax, Caesar suddenly gave a <br />savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thick, <br />scalding juice, and he flooded her vagina with jackhammer lunges full <br />of hot sticky cum. Long jets of it ricocheted off her cuntal sides and <br />steamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in <br />coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.<br /><br />She came, screaming from the size of her release, and she heaved her <br />buttocks against the pounding loins of the German shepherd as his cock <br />continued to empty inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs <br />trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was <br />beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual <br />reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust-crazed <br />system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla! Faintly she <br />heard Mason cry out and her husband's guttural groans and Meg's howls, <br />but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a <br />heavy black sleep engulfing her ...<br /><br />Later, and into the wee hours of the morning, they rotated by turns, <br />abandoning themselves to frantic surges of lust, alternating cunt and <br />asshole and cock until they were ready to drop from exertion. And then <br />they rolled off the beds in complete absolute depravity, boy and girl <br />and dog, pawing and clawing at each other, squirming and groaning, hot <br />and hungry for their delirious partners. Finally, at a quarter to four, <br />Jack picked up the now sleeping Adie in his arms, and with Mason <br />following with their clothes, walked naked to their car. He thanked <br />Mason and the guests for a wonderful time, put Adie in beside him and <br />drove home, a contented, fully satisfied man.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 9<br /><br /><br />Jack completed his novel less than three months after that night, and <br />it was accepted by his publisher with enthusiasm and praise and a <br />promise of an unlimited promotion campaign to put it on the best-seller <br />list. The publisher also requested a sequel to the novel, assuring Jack <br />of a handsome five thousand dollar advance against nothing more than an <br />approved outline.<br /><br />Once the news of his success leaked out to Jack's former co-workers on <br />the Sentinel, and to those Seattle people who gave parties in honor of <br />literary figures, Jack and Adie were inundated with invitations to get-<br />togethers. They turned down most but were forced by social necessity to <br />accept one or two here and there. As Jack put it, "Going to one of <br />these things once in awhile is a necessary evil. But I'd much rather <br />move within our own circle of close friends."<br /><br />"Like the Masons'?" Adie had asked teasingly.<br /><br />"Like the Masons," Jack had agreed, winking. "And like Caesar, too."<br /><br />At one of the parties, given by another former fellow Sentinel reporter <br />named Swanson, Adie and Jack were standing on the patio, pretending to <br />enjoy themselves and wishing enough time would elapse so they could <br />make a graceful exit. Adie was restless and kept moistening her lips <br />with the tip of her pink tongue. Jack knew that she was becoming <br />progressively hornier, for Adie's sexual appetite had heightened <br />unbelievably since that orgiastic night at the Mason's mansion. She <br />couldn't seem to get enough of him, his cock, his mouth, his tongue, <br />every inch of his body. She was a new woman, all right, Jack thought: a <br />new, exotic, alluring woman that he had never dreamed of possessing. It <br />was like a miracle; he had never been happier, more contented, and his <br />completion of the novel, the full and total satisfaction from the <br />knowledge that it was good, very good, was directly descendent from <br />Adie's physical awakening. And for that matter, his own. A fulfilled <br />man sexually was a fulfilled man creatively; he now firmly believed <br />that.<br /><br />They were still seeing the Masons of course. Usually about once a week. <br />On some of those occasions it was just Sue and Bob, but on others there <br />was Meg and June and Phil - and Caesar - plus a progression of others. <br />Strangely enough, it was those nights that both he and Adie seemed to <br />look forward to with the most relish; for weeks after one of those <br />sessions, fucking Adie was like fucking a crazed predatory panther.<br /><br />He wouldn't have had it any other way, since those were the weeks when <br />his writing peaked to perfection.<br /><br />As she stood now on the Swanson's patio, Adie tugged at his arm and <br />whispered, "Do you see that couple standing alone over by the pool? The <br />tall red-haired girl and the handsome man in the herringbone suit?"<br /><br />"Yes," Jack replied. "I see them, baby."<br /><br />"They look as if they're as bored as we are."<br /><br />"They do, don't they?"<br /><br />Adie tapped one long fingernail against her gleaming white teeth <br />thoughtfully. "You know," she said at length, "that man looks extremely <br />interesting, if you know what I mean."<br /><br />"I do indeed," Jack grinned. "And so does his wife."<br /><br />"I wonder," Adie whispered, "if he's hung as well as you, darling. I'll <br />bet he is, almost. I'll bet he has a lovely long hard cock."<br /><br />Jack grinned again. She was really working herself up, all right; she <br />was going to throw him one hell of a fuck when they got home tonight. <br />He said, "Why don't we go over there and introduce ourselves?"<br /><br />"That's a fine idea, darling."<br /><br />Jack's eyes slowly, languorously, began to undress the red-haired woman <br />as he and Adie started across the patio. Maybe, he reflected, we'll <br />have something in common, a starting point. And then later, when we've <br />gotten to know them ... well, we'll see about that! Damn, but that <br />redhead is nice! If, as Adie had projected, the tall man possessed a <br />large cock then it was a certainty the redhead had one hell of a tight <br />sweet pussy to accommodate it ...<br /><br />As it eventually turned out, Adie was right ... and so was he ...<br /><br /><br />The End<br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-49744931080359767692007-12-02T17:28:00.000-05:002007-12-02T18:13:34.453-05:00Young PussyElton was a short man with a receding hairline and pepper and salt <br />greying temples. All his life, he had lived conservatively. He had a <br />steady job and for all practical purposes Elton seemed more or less <br />well-adjusted and happy. Elton had been married once and had a young <br />daughter about fourteen years old, who at the present time was living <br />with her natural mother. There was only one problem: he was very <br />lonely. Happy, in a sense materially, but emotionally he was alone.<br /><br />Every morning, when the alarm clock went off at five a.m. Elton was <br />able to leap from his bed and hit the cold bare floor and without <br />pausing for a breath, reach the bathroom and take great joy in hearing <br />the sound of his hot yellow piss hit the toilet bowl. The sound of his <br />hot piss was like music to his ears. He loved to hear the sound echo in <br />the bathroom. At a given point, Elton would apply pressure to the base <br />of his cock to feel the urine running out. Sometimes, he pinched the <br />hole and played games with himself as he was urinating. The sensations <br />woke him and when he stopped pissing, he shook his cock so that the <br />last drops wouldn't run down his leg and stain his yellow striped <br />pajamas.<br /><br />The light in the bathroom over the mirror glared downwards and lit <br />Elton's greying face. The grey stubble of his beard glistened in the <br />bright light. He ran his fingers across his face noticing the hollow <br />cheeks the drawn look. He thought to himself, 'I've got to remember <br />never to take my teeth out." He reached into a glass of water and <br />withdrew his dentures. With a quick motion he snapped them into his <br />mouth and remarked out loud, "Yes, yes, I've got to remember to keep my <br />teeth in my mouth."<br /><br />"I guess I'll have to shave. I shave every day. It looks good." Elton <br />reached into the medicine cabinet and took out his favorite Gillette <br />Razor remarking out loud again, "They sure made them good in the army. <br />I guess that was the best year for razors." He lathered up his face <br />with soap and water and proceeded to scratch the stubble from his face.<br /><br />As he scratched away, he felt the coldness of the porcelain sink <br />against his cock and balls. It felt good through his pajama bottoms. He <br />moved his ass in and out, up against the cold sink. The shaving job was <br />almost done when Elton decided that he'd like to look at his cock. He <br />put the razor down and pulled the draw string on his pajama pants. His <br />pajama pants fell to the floor around his ankles and he stepped out of <br />them. His half-rampant wang didn't jangle and didn't really jiggle, it <br />was just sort of half-hard. He reached up with his right hand and took <br />some of the lather from his face and laid it on his prick and tight <br />drawn up ball sac. He turned around and sat down on the toilet seat and <br />massaged the slippery soap suds in and around his grayed pubic hair. <br />Every once in a while he would slide his hand upwards on his semi-hard <br />shaft and rub the palm of his hand around and around the head of his <br />peter.<br /><br />His eyes bulged outwards and his myopic eyes stared and concentrated on <br />the hole of his semi-hard shaft. He rubbed his penis with the thumb and <br />forefinger only and he enjoy watching his peter being whipped back and <br />forth and up and down. He reached down with his other hand and pulled <br />hard on his ball sac. He felt his balls slide from one side of his palm <br />to the other and his manipulating hand further heightened the friction <br />sensation that his whipping right hand made him feel at the end of his <br />pinkish tinged knob.<br /><br />The lather in his hand started to dry, making his palm feel very rough <br />on his shaft. He removed his hand momentarily and spit a big gob into <br />his palm. The spit started to dissipate itself in the thickened lather <br />and Elton started to work his gonads. He started to squirm downwards on <br />the toilet seat and he started to think about Sandy.<br /><br /><a href="http://o1j7xhyn73j4y9j6hh6fv.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/29/806/806192275.jpg"></a>Sandy was a tall, straight blonde haired girl. She towered six inches <br />above Elton. She was at least one head taller. Her skin was deeply <br />tanned and the outline of her bikini made her super-boobs stand out in <br />a milk white color. The milk whiteness of Sandy's tits were high-<br />lighted by pink areolae and sharply pointed nipples. Her belly was flat <br />and her legs were long and supple. An untanned V exposed her pubic hair <br />against the white untanned skin of her mound of Venus. The untanned <br />parts of Sandy made it look like she was wearing a transparent mini-<br />bikini. Her long fingers were able to make Elton feel the hotness of <br />his youth. Sandy's lips were full and straight and her strong chin, in <br />combination with her high nordic cheek bones gave her a very stern <br />looking air. She was truly a dominating female. Sandy believed in <br />discipline for discipline's sake. She felt everything must be in order <br />and she was prepared always to take the lead and set things right. The <br />men that she attracted were generally a little older than herself and <br />of the Casper-milk-toast variety.<br /><br />Sandy had been making the swinging scene lately; Bermuda, Puerto Rico, <br />St. Thomas and of course, London. She had finally found what she liked <br />when she had sex. The thing that really twisted her head was to <br />completely dominate a man. Like some girls collect porcelain china and <br />other kinds of knickknacks, Sandy collected sex toys. There were long, <br />short and fat dildos. She had dildos that vibrated and squirted hot <br />gelatin when the balls were squeezed. She also had rough strong ropes, <br />chains and a fantastically large collection of whips. The only thing <br />that she was lacking, was a slave. This slave would be hers and hers <br />alone to control and do her bidding. If he didn't she could punish him. <br />He would be completely under her power. <br /><br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><br />Last week, she had a party in her apartment and had met someone who <br />seemed to be 'just her cup of tea'. He had waited on her hand and foot. <br />She had made him scratch her back for two hours and rub her feet with <br />lotion. The back rubbing and foot massaging had happened after the <br />other guests had left. She had commanded him to do the dishes and carry <br />the garbage out and he did so without a murmur.<br /><br />Elton seemed to like being told what to do. The more Sandy leaned on <br />him and actually ordered him around the more he seemed attracted to <br />her. His beady, shifty eyes had been frozen on her crotch white he was <br />massaging her feet, but when Sandy tried to hold his eyes he would look <br />away and look down humbly. He had been rubbing her feet for quite a <br />while and furtively looking at the cunt that Sandy purposely showed him <br />every so often. She spread her legs wide apart and Elton dropped his <br />eyes away from her crotch. Sandy reached forward, grabbed a forelock of <br />his hair and lifted his face up to look straight into her eyes and then <br />down again directly into her gaping split. She felt that this was the <br />man that she really wanted for her slave.<br /><br />'How can I get him?" Sandy thought. She answered herself very simply, <br />'Damn, all I have to do is call him!'<br /><br />Elton's hand moved rapidly up and down on his slippery shaft. His eyes <br />bored into the hole of his cock. It was fantastic. He was really <br />getting a boner. He could see Sandy vividly in his mind. He saw the <br />inside of her suntanned smooth thighs and the baby skinned color that <br />surrounded her dark pubic hair. Her moist pink split was open and <br />almost glistened in contrast to its surrounding area. Her pubic hair <br />ran from her arse cheeks up and around her lovely cuntlips and to <br />almost the line marked off by the darkened skin of her suntan. He <br />remembered how Sandy had grabbed his hair and forced him to look <br />straight into her eyes and then down again to the vision of her <br />beautiful pink pussy. The thought of Sandy's sweet pussy inflamed his <br />thoughts and his shaft throbbed against his closed jerking fist. He <br />bent further over and stroked more slowly muttering to himself out <br />loud. "Sandy ... Sandy. Pull my hair. Tell to take the garbage out. <br />Call me a mother-fucker and bastard. Let me do your bidding. Let me be <br />near you."<br /><br />He crossed his legs and moved his hand more slowly over the now bulbous <br />head of his throbbing cock. The semen oozed from his cock hole and kept <br />the lather slippery. He bent further over his cock and opened his <br />mouth. He felt the pressures in his balls and at the base of his shaft <br />build up. He stroked very lightly now and his orgasm approached very <br />slowly. More semen gurgled from his urethra. His other hand pulled and <br />massaged on his balls. He squeezed and twisted them until they pained <br />and his beating hand started to pick up speed. Elton crossed his legs <br />tighter and tried to hold this gusher back. He opened his mouth wider <br />and his cock erupted its white fire.<br /><br />Each throb made his excited cock pump another hot jet of white sticky <br />sperm upwards into his open mouth. He savored the taste and rolled it <br />around on his tongue before he swallowed the white stickiness. The <br />vision that had been so vivid a moment ago was gone. Sandy's commanding <br />voice and exposed pussy were no longer there and his cock became once <br />more flaccid. "Well, I guess I better finish shaving, so I won't be <br />late for work."<br /><br />Elton went to the kitchen and took three different brands of cold <br />cereal from the shelf and poured a portion of each into a large soup <br />bowl. He carefully measured out six ounces of milk in a measuring cup <br />and poured this over his cereal. The instant coffee was measured out <br />very carefully and boiling water of the right relative proportion was <br />poured into his cup. Elton was very meticulous and organized. He never <br />did anything without first thinking about it six times. Hemming and <br />hawing about it six times and then finally not doing anything. It was <br />only when somebody was able to pressure Elton into something that Elton <br />ever did anything. Elton sat in the dim light of his grey dreary <br />kitchen and decided that now was the time to telephone Sandy.<br /><br />The phone rang and Sandy rolled to her side trying to avoid its <br />insistent sound. The phones tintinnabulation was never ending and she <br />decided that since it wasn't going to stop, she had better answer it; <br />and find out who in the hell could be calling her at seven a.m. in the <br />morning.<br /><br />"Hello."<br /><br />Elton didn't answer.<br /><br />Sandy repeated louder and in a more commanding voice, "Hello! Who in <br />the hell is this?"<br /><br />Elton swallowed and replied, "Good morning. I just thought that I would <br />call you up and wake you, just to say hello. I've just been thinking <br />about you and I couldn't resist just calling to say hello."<br /><br />"You God damn son of a bitch. You dirty bastard. You have your fucking <br />nerve calling me a this damn hour. Do I have to tell you everything? <br />Man alive, get smart. Don't bug me at this hour ever again! Are you <br />listening to me? I'll call you later when I get good and ready. You <br />just had better be by the God damn phone, otherwise your shit out of <br />luck! Do you understand Elton? Do you get the message? Do I have to <br />spell it out for you again? Don't call me on the phone at this hour."<br /><br />Elton's wang started to throb when Sandy spoke to him this way. Here <br />was a woman who took command of the situation. He replied, "I'll be <br />home from work at six o'clock tonight and I'll wait by the phone."<br /><br />Sandy said, "You'd better!" and she slammed the telephone receiver down <br />into its cradle.<br /><br />The loud click hit Elton's ear drum and somehow vibrated down to a <br />throb in his cock. Elton made a note on his pad; Sandy, 7 a.m. local <br />call and the number.<br /><br />Elton left the house five minutes later than usual. He couldn't quite <br />understand how he was suddenly very late to work. To Elton, late meant <br />less than a half hour before clock-in time. He didn't like anybody to <br />be able to say that he was late or unreliable.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br />That evening after work Elton came out of the subway still behind his <br />normal time schedule. It would be impossible for him to be at home by <br />six p.m., but he hurried anyway. A quick stop at the A&P and he picked <br />up a TV dinner and a bottle of Pepsi. Then he rushed to a different <br />supermarket where oranges were on sale. "Nobody could say that Elton <br />was a spend thrift," he said out loud as he paid for his two oranges. <br />Thus laden, he scurried out of the supermarket towards his co-op <br />apartment on the 15th floor. As he fumbled with the keys, he could bear <br />the phone ringing in his apartment. The steel door became an opponent <br />and the key just wouldn't slide into the lock. The phone rang and rang <br />again and just as Elton burst through the door of his apartment the <br />ringing ceased.<br /><br />Elton put his food on a table and walked back to the door and removed <br />his keys. He closed the door softly and threw the bolt. He looked at <br />his watch and saw that it was fourteen minutes after six p.m. "I wonder <br />if that was Sandy calling," he muttered. He lit the oven and set the <br />thermostat following the exact printed instructions that were printed <br />on the TV dinner package.<br /><br />He sat down and peeled an orange; while he waited for the TV dinner to <br />cook. Elton had just shoved a segment of the orange into his mouth when <br />the phone rang. He gulped hard and the orange juice ran from the <br />corners of his mouth and dribbled to his chin.<br /><br />"Hello," he slurped. The orange was still caught in his mouth.<br /><br />"Elton where were you? I called you before. You were not home. Where <br />the hell were you? Didn't I tell you to wait for me to call. Man alive, <br />I thought you were dependable. Even when I tell you what to do, you <br />screw it all up. Haven't you got any God damn brains? Well, tell me why <br />weren't you home?"<br /><br />"Errr, errr ... well. I was late this morning and I just couldn't catch <br />up with myself all day."<br /><br />"Elton, I don't want to hear this shit. You just get your ass over here <br />and take me out to dinner."<br /><br />"But, I ... already got a TV dinner in the oven and ..."<br /><br />Sandy interrupted, "Well throw it out and get your clothes on and get <br />over here. I'll expect you at seven-fifteen and bring your charge <br />cards. I've invited a few friends to come alone."<br /><br />"Well ... ah ah hhh ..."<br /><br />"Never mind the shit, get over here!" and Sandy banged the phone down.<br /><br />Sandy sat back and thought about where she would tell Elton to take her <br />to eat. She really didn't have any guests, but she just wanted to test <br />a little of her power out on Elton. While she had been talking to <br />Elton, her legs were wide spread and she sat upright on a leather arm <br />chair. Her pussy had dribbled onto the smooth shiny leather and made it <br />slippery. She wriggled her buttocks into the slime and slid in a tight <br />circle on the leather surface. The feeling of leather excited Sandy and <br />she pictured herself in her leather outfit directing Elton her slave in <br />various situations.<br /><br /><a href="http://o1n2l5fd00k9foexm14d.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vpsace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/26/111/1118017490.jpg"></a>Sandy took her right index finger and put in on the soft down covered <br />mons. She cupped her palm and massaged gently. She felt her split open <br />and begin to throb. She looked down and pushed her finger between her <br />slippery outer cuntlips just barely touching them. The sensation of her <br />forefinger slipping softly in between her Labia Majora made her writhe <br />in her own cream that dribbled from her hot wet pussy. Her finger slid <br />back and forth and the sensation was maddening.<br /><br />Sandy threw one leg over the arm of the chair and hooked her forefinger <br />into the opening of her honey pot. She wondered what Elton would be <br />like when he came to pick her up. She opened her eyes and withdrew her <br />finger from her hot quim and said to herself, 'I'll save it for later <br />and then it'll be better.'<br /><br />The doorbell rang and Elton held some flowers out to Sandy, "I thought <br />you would like these flowers."<br /><br />Sandy took the flowers and said, "Oh thank you. You're a darling."<br /><br />Elton stepped into the foyer and Sandy closed the door after him. In <br />the process of hooking the door chain into its place her dressing gown <br />slid open exposing the whiteness of her globes. A thin line of white <br />connected both titties. This line was where the two bikini brassiere <br />cups were pulled towards each other, by a fine ribbon.<br /><br />Sandy made no motion to cover herself and she felt her pussy contract <br />and squeeze some of her cream down the inside of her thighs. She took <br />Elton's hand and said, "Come on in., The flowers are beautiful." She <br />placed them in a vase and smiled sweetly in Elton's direction. She <br />allowed her robe to open still further exposing her flat stomach and <br />twat covered with brown down to Elton.<br /><br />Elton sat down and looked around the room, saying, "Well I'm only three <br />minutes late!"<br /><br />"That's all right Elton. The flowers make up for everything. Would you <br />like to help me dress?"<br /><br />Elton looked downward and mumbled something, "Well errrr ... What can I <br />do to help?"<br /><br />Sandy said, "Get up and help me take my dressing gown off. Come on <br />Elton get your arse moving."<br /><br />Elton stood up and Sandy faced him. Her dressing gown was wide open and <br />Elton's eyes started to look toward the floor. Sandy towered over Elton <br />and she grabbed his hair again and made him look up at her bare <br />titties. She placed his hands on her dressing gown and said, "Come on <br />Elton. Take the God damn thing off of me. If you want to help me; help <br />me. Come on. Take it off of me!"<br /><br />Elton hesitatingly took Sandy's dressing gown from her shoulders <br />exposing her bare milk white globes to his eager gaze.<br /><br />Sandy had a pair of very brief black flower bikini panties on. As the <br />robe fell to the floor Elton kneeled down on his knees and threw his <br />arms around Sandy's thighs. He buried his face in her silken covered <br />muff. He breathed deeply through his nose, smelting the odor of Sandy's <br />pussy. He turned his face sideways and said, "Ohhh." His ears felt the <br />heat that came from her vaginal crease and Sandy pushed downwards on <br />his head moving his nose away from her cleft.<br /><br />Elton strained upwards and said, "Let me feel it? Let me smell it?"<br /><br />Sandy smiled and said, "Will you be my slave? Would you like to suck on <br />my panties crotch? Or, would you rather wash my panties and suck my <br />pussy? No never mind. I'll tell you what to do, slave."<br /><br />Elton continued to hug Sandy's legs to his chest, eyes closed. His <br />glasses had fallen to the floor and Elton suddenly stopped his <br />caressing and picked up his glasses, "So that they won't be damaged." <br />He explained.<br /><br />Sandy allowed him to put the glasses in his breast pocket, then she <br />snapped, "Get on your knees again slave!"<br /><br />Elton dropped to his knees and Sandy allowed him to put his mouth up <br />against her bikini covered pussy.<br /><br />She asked, "Do you like that? Would you like to suck my pussy?" She saw <br />Elton nod his head. Sandy ordered, "Pull my panties down to the floor, <br />so that my cunt can be right against your face. Yes, my bare cunt up <br />against your face. I don't know whether I'll let you kiss it or not. <br />I'll decide. Slave, go and wash my panties and when you come back maybe <br />I'll give you a reward. But, before you go; take off all of your <br />clothes except your undershorts."<br /><br />Elton rose from his kneeling position with Sandy's panties clutched <br />tightly in his hands. His eyes were shut and he stood for a moment <br />motionless.<br /><br />He felt a stinging slap on his face and then another and he heard Sandy <br />crying out, "Take those Goddamn clothes off. No, not all of the <br />clothes. Leave your fucking shorts on. That's all I want to see."<br /><br />Elton said, "Yes. Yes. Do you mind if I fold them up? If I don't fold <br />them up, they will loose their press?" Elton waited for an answer.<br /><br />Sandy just glared at him. Her mouth formed a hard tight thin line and <br />she stared downward at him. She stepped forward on top of the clothing <br />that Elton was removing. She ground her heel into the jacket shirt and <br />tore the corner of his grey colored white shirt.<br /><br />Elton pleaded, "Please. Please." He felt his cock start to get hard.<br /><br />The tent that it formed under his underwear seemed to infuriate Sandy. <br />She reached down and grasped his half hard wang and commanded, "Wash my <br />panties and then come back." She squeezed his dong and kept him from <br />going to the bathroom. "What's holding you up? Why don't you go and <br />wash my panties?" Sandy never let go of Elton's joint.<br /><br />"... But ... you're not letting me go. You're holding me back. Please <br />let me go. Please let me go."<br /><br />Sandy released his semi-hard burgeoning penis and allowed Elton to run <br />to the bathroom. He had just about reached the bathroom door when Sandy <br />called out, "Stop. Suck the crotch of my panties!"<br /><br />Elton shoved the panty crotch in his mouth and ground his teeth into <br />the soft flowered, black, silky material. He could taste Sandy's cream <br />and sweat that had oozed into the cunt position of her panties. The <br />taste titillated Elton's palate and he sucked on the material mixing <br />his saliva with the hot taste of Sandy's drippings.<br /><br />Elton moaned and sucked until Sandy again commanded him, "Go and wash <br />my fucking panties. Can't you see I'm in a hurry?" She watched Elton <br />trot around the doorway and into the 'john'. She called out, "Use the <br />soap in the cabinet." The sound of Elton letting the water rush into <br />the sink made Sandy think of how she could use Elton. "What's taking <br />you so long? Just let them soak in the sink and come back here."<br /><br />Elton came out of the bathroom and faced Sandy. He tried to hold her <br />around the waist and kiss her, but she turned her face away from him <br />saying, "Not those lips, stupid. The ones down between my legs. The hot <br />red lips that are dripping my cream. I want you to lap my cunt. Do you <br />understand, cuntlapper?" Sandy laid back on the couch with her legs <br />spread wide. Her inflamed orifice was raised high in the air, by a <br />pillow that she had jammed under her arse. She commanded, "Elton, get <br />down on your knees and start sucking! Now!"<br /><br />Elton got down on his knees, in between Sandy's outstretched long <br />lovely legs. He gazed into her pussy. Its gaping mouth seemed to be <br />dribbling out copious quantities of cream. He put his face near to her <br />cuntlips. He sniffed and smelled the deliciousness of Sandy's exciting <br />twat. He snuffed up to her crotch and smelled her gash with long <br />savoring breaths.<br /><br /><a href="http://n1sovjqpt8cc8ko8kjbgb7.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/14/100/1008636922.jpg"></a> Sandy interrupted his thoughts, "I told you to suck my cunt ... not <br />smell it. What in the hell do I have to do to make you understand me." <br />Her hand lashed out and struck the back of his head a light grazing <br />blow.<br /><br />Elton writhed his hips and placed each of his hands on each side of <br />Sandy's inviting arse cheeks. He could feel the wetness dribbling down <br />from her cunt to her arse. He buried his face in Sandy's hot, flaming, <br />red trench and began to lick at Sandy's little man in the boat. He <br />licked and whipped his tongue from one end of her flaming trench to the <br />other. His saliva dripped outwards from his tongue and mixed with <br />Sandy's cunt juice. Elton placed one of his hands on his cock.<br /><br />Sandy shouted at Elton, "You bastard! Where are you putting your other <br />hand? Get that hand off your wang and hold my cuntlips apart and suck, <br />slave. Suck me out good. Don't stop and fool around. I want to feel <br />your hands on my cunt and only on my cunt. Suck slave! Suck harder! Let <br />me hear the sound! Come on, bastard! Suck! Lick my juice! Don't waste a <br />drop! Lick every bit of it up!"<br /><br />Elton moaned and his tongue and lips made loud slurping sucking noises, <br />"Slurp ... Slurp." He sucked up the delicious white creaming cunt juice <br />that flowed freely from Sandy's enraged cunt. He could feel the wetness <br />of her cuntlips and the moving of them in and out. The little clitoris <br />became swollen and like his cock head grew in size until he thought <br />that it couldn't grow anymore. But, it did get longer. It became what <br />he had always read and dreamed about: a real genuine full grown spur <br />cock. He had heard about spur cocks. Some of them were over one inch <br />long and it was like sucking an extra long stiff hard smooth nipple. A <br />woman thus endowed could even fuck another woman by holding her spur <br />cock under the hood of her partner and having it pressed against her <br />partner's normal sized love knob.<br /><br />Sandy pushed Elton's face harder into her exposed gash. "Suck my clit! <br />Suck my clit! Work your head up and down! Haven't you ever sucked a man <br />off? Move your head up and down! Whip your tongue around my clitoris <br />and keep your damn hands on me and not on you. How many times do I have <br />to tell you? Come on! Move! Up and down! Up and down! I think I'm going <br />to make you suck somebody off! I think I'll make you suck my cunt out <br />after somebody has fucked me."<br /><br />Elton became more and more aroused. He loved feeling Sandy's spur cock <br />in his mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the <br />arse. He wished Sandy would shove her finger up his arse hole. "Please, <br />Please shove your finger up my arse hole?"<br /><br />Sandy slapped the back of Elton's head again and said, "Suck! Suck! I <br />don't want to hear any shit. All I want to do is to be sucked. And when <br />you are done sucking me I think I'll let you vacuum the living room <br />rug. Take your cock out and hold it in your hand. I want to look down <br />on it, while you're sucking me."<br /><br />Elton continued his sucking and tongue lashing of Sandy's pussy. He <br />laid to one side and held his cock in his left hand. It was still only <br />half-hard, but it was dripping wet. He wished that Sandy would touch <br />his cock, but she made no move to do so. Elton ground his hips in a <br />circle and his cock became more wet with his drippings by the second. <br />He felt Sandy's cunt gash and grind against his bruised lips. The spur <br />cock lodged underneath the soft part of his mouth and he sucked harder, <br />"Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."<br /><br />Sandy continued to buck and writhe underneath Elton's working mouth.<br /><br />Elton's lips nipped and kissed her pussy lips. The inside ones and the <br />outside ones. His teeth nipped and nibbled all over Sandy's hot wet <br />box. The bucking and grinding became more furious and frantic.<br /><br />Sandy reached down and grabbed Elton's ball sac. She pulled hard on his <br />scrotum, trapping both balls in the bottom of the sac. He screamed and <br />her spasms made her twist and pull Elton's balls. "Eiiiiii. I'm coming. <br />I'm coming. I'll twist your fucking balls off. I'll twist your fucking <br />balls off."<br /><br />Elton felt Sandy's powerful cunt contractions and with each contraction <br />he felt her hand twist harder on his brutalized balls. The pain was <br />intense and whatever hardness he had, left him. He moaned, "Ohhhh. <br />Ohhhh."<br /><br />Elton's mouth was still cupped, like a suction cup over Sandy's hot <br />clitoris and she screamed, "I'm coming. I'm coming again. Suck harder! <br />Come on cunt lapper. Suck me! Suck me! Oh, I'd love to have you always <br />to suck me. Would you like that?"<br /><br />Elton relaxed his mouth grip on Sandy's cunt and laid his head on her <br />thigh. He was pleased that Sandy had come so beautifully.<br /><br />Sandy raised up on her elbows and looked at Elton's face. His eyes were <br />shut and he was breathing hard. "How about fucking me? Put your cock in <br />me. What kind of man are you? You don't even have a hard on. Don't you <br />want to fuck me? Is that all you're good for. What's with you? You <br />can't even suck good."<br /><br />The truth of the matter was, that this was one of the best suck jobs <br />Sandy had ever had, but she realized that in order to possess Elton <br />completely body and soul, she must always dominate him in every way and <br />form. Therefore, she would never let him know how good it was. She made <br />up her mind that no matter how good he was, she would always give him <br />hell when he was finished.<br /><br />She pushed his head away from her now satisfied cunt and said, "I'm <br />hungry. Let's go out and eat."<br /><br />Elton asked, "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee."<br /><br />"Is that what you want to do? Are you sure you're not going to go in <br />there and jerk off and cheat me? If I come in there and find you jerked <br />off, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. Incidentally, after <br />we eat I'm going to take you over to my girl friend Susan's house and <br />introduce you to her."<br /><br />"I don't want to meet her. I'd like to stay here with you."<br /><br />Sandy snapped, "Do you want to be with me so much that you would marry <br />me for the privilege?"<br /><br />Elton thought for a moment. He thought of her tasty panties. He loved <br />the smoothness of Sandy's long smooth clitoris between his lips and he <br />blurted out, "Will you marry me? Will you marry me?"<br /><br />Sandy whispered sensuously, "Yes. I'll marry you, if you'll continue to <br />be my obedient possession and do whatever I bid you, no matter what."<br /><br />Elton gasped, "Yes. Yes. Whatever you say. I'll buy you anything. I'll <br />work for you. I'll cook for you. Can I wash your panties forever? Can I <br />hang your panties up now? They have soaked and been washed enough. Yes. <br />Yes, I'll marry you and continue to be your slave."<br /><br />"Okay. You can go to the bathroom now."<br /><br />Elton got up and walked to the bathroom. He felt his peter jangling <br />between his legs. It was soft and lifeless. The cool water that he <br />splashed on his face revived him. He looked down at his peter and it <br />started to throb. He spit into the palm of his hand and massaged the <br />spit into the head of his cock. His thumb made circular motions over <br />his rapidly blooming tower. A few quick movements and his spit clenched <br />fist brought his prick to a throbbing orgasm. He watched his cock spit <br />its creaminess into the sink and watched it wash down the drain.<br /><br />When he came out of the bathroom Sandy was already dressed. She was <br />like a blonde goddess, above reproach on a pedestal. He picked his <br />clothes up and as he dressed Sandy rubbed his back and the base of his <br />spine.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br /><br />The cab ride was short and Sandy asked the driver to drop them off at <br />the Pussy Cat Restaurant in the village near where she lived. She knew <br />that the prices were high, but the food was excellent.<br /><br />They started out with a bottle of Champagne to celebrate their <br />engagement. As they sipped the champagne, Sandy suggested that after <br />dinner they rent a car and drive to Maryland for a Justice of the Peace <br />Wedding Ceremony. The more wine they drank and the drunker they became, <br />the more they wanted to be man and wife.<br /><br />Elton had found someone to take care of him, by telling him what he <br />could do and what he could not do. He loved sucking on Sandy's pussy, <br />because she was able to dominate him completely.<br /><br />On the other hand, Sandy had found a slave that would do her bidding or <br />whatever whim she might be feeling at the time.<br /><br />The Champagne flowed like the proverbial water in a fountain. Sandy <br />suggested that they call a Car Rental Agency so that they could leave <br />for Maryland and a quickie marriage, right after dinner.<br /><br />Elton was so drunk and so horny that he just didn't give a damn, <br />besides which he had half a dozen charge plates and credit cards in his <br />wallet. With an air of bravado he hollered after Sandy that he'd pay <br />the agency an extra fee if they would get a limousine with a chauffeur <br />assigned in less than an hour.<br /><br />Sandy came back beaming, "The agency has promised to have the chauffeur <br />driven limousine waiting for us in front of the restaurant within the <br />hour. Let's have another toast?"<br /><br />Elton signed for the dinner with his charge plate and generously tipped <br />the waiter and head waiter. The doorman informed them that their <br />chauffeured limousine awaited them.<br /><br />They introduced themselves to the tall Negro driver, whose name was <br />Paul. Paul opened the door of the car for Elton and Sandy and made sure <br />that everything was to their liking. There was a freshly chilled case <br />of Champagne that she had ordered, in the limousine's refrigerator. <br />Sandy poured them each a glass of Champagne as the limousine sped on <br />its way.<br /><br />They arrived in Elton, Maryland in the wee hours of the morning. The <br />sun had just started to paint the horizon a fight azure color. The low <br />buildings that they passed were silhouetted against the ever <br />brightening sky.<br /><br />Paul drove with ease and with an almost fantastic skill. His large <br />black hands held and moved the steering wheel with sometimes a gentle <br />touch and sometimes an almost violent grip. Paul was six feet tall, but <br />gave the appearance of being shorter because of his stocky build. His <br />hair was close cropped and jet black in color. Its kinkiness blended <br />with the smoothness of the skin on his face. His eyes were large like <br />two dark almonds and his lips were full and sensuous. He looked like he <br />was a real good fucker, because he always made a point of wearing tight <br />pants that outlined his enormous wang.<br /><br />Sandy broke open another bottle of Champagne and just as its foam was <br />spouting out of the bottle end, Elton said, "Honey, can we stop. I have <br />to see a man about a horse."<br /><br />Sandy giggled back, "Elton, let me see your pretty cock? Let me see if <br />you really have to make a pee-pee?"<br /><br />Elton fumbled with his zipper and finally was able to let his flaccid <br />meat peek out of his fly. "That Champagne that we have been drinking <br />sure makes me dizzy. Are you dizzy honey?"<br /><br />Sandy laughed, "You're damn right I am. What do you think we should be? <br />We drank half a case of God damn Champagne and my pussy is just itching <br />and creaming."<br /><br />She noticed Paul pick his ears up when she spoke about her hot creaming <br />pussy. She reached forward and stroked the back of Paul's neck and <br />noticed that Paul gave a slight shiver. Sandy had vision of Paul or <br />some other big black man fucking Elton in the arse hole and perhaps <br />having Elton suck her pussy after another man had dropped his hot heavy <br />load inside of her. Sandy felt her pussy squeeze and contract.<br /><br />Sandy reached down into Elton's open fly and her fingers grabbed at his <br />piss filled cock. It wasn't hard and it wasn't soft. It was just sort <br />of swollen. She shook his cock back and forth and felt the swollen <br />veins in his balls. "Oh, yes honey you have to piss. I'm glad you asked <br />me if we could stop."<br /><br />She touched Paul on the back of the neck again and asked him politely <br />to pull over to the side of the road so that everybody could piss.<br /><br />"Yes, ma'am. I'll pull to the side of the road as soon as this car in <br />back of me passes. The road sure is deserted at this hour. If you want <br />I'll also be able to get rid of the empty Champagne bottles." Paul <br />pulled the car to the roadside and turned the engine off. He left the <br />parking lights on and ran around to the side door of the limousine and <br />opened it for the future Mrs. Silver.<br /><br />Sandy swung her legs towards the open door exposing her beautiful <br />auburn colored fuzz of her crotch. In each hand she held on an empty <br />Champagne bottle for Paul to get rid of ...<br /><br />Paul looked up from Sandy's wide spread crotch and took the empty <br />bottles from her hand. He stood motionless and Sandy did not make a <br />move or even cover her exposed tanned inner thighs.<br /><br />Sandy reached down and grabbed her bikini panties and ripped outwards, <br />"I won't need these on if I'm going to piss, and man I have to piss. It <br />looks like my future husband is all crapped out."<br /><br />Paul placed the mouth of one of the Champagne bottles up close and <br />barely touched Sandy's now exposed cleft. He tipped the bottle upwards <br />and the cool leftover Champagne bubbled onto Sandy's pubic hair and hot <br />trench. Without another word Paul got to his knees and his tongue <br />licked the Champagne from Sandy's crotch.<br /><br />"Go ahead Paul. You can suck it," she teased, "Would you like to?"<br /><br />Paul suddenly glued his mouth to Sandy's wet pussy hole and his tongue <br />explored its inner recesses. He pulled away from Sandy and looked in <br />the direction of Elton who was passed out or in a state of semi-<br />consciousness. Paul's fear of Elton dissipated itself and he blurted <br />out, "Let me suck your piss? Let me drink your hot yellow urine? I want <br />to feel its hotness running down my throat." He glued his lips around <br />Sandy's pee hole and sucked. He felt Sandy grind her hips on the seat <br />and push her hot box hard against his face. Her swollen clitoris <br />throbbed in his mouth and he marveled at its length and size. He <br />watched the hairy mons above Sandy's cleft, and at about the same time <br />he felt her hot yellow urine, pissing and running into his sucking <br />mouth. He swallowed hard and somehow hit the happy medium of being able <br />to absorb Sandy's hot outflow as fast as it fell from her cunt into his <br />belly.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Honey please, I have to piss. What are you doing?" <br />Elton moaned.<br /><br />Sandy directed Elton to, "Get the fuck out of the car if you really <br />want to piss." She pulled hard on his swollen staff and dragged him out <br />of the limousine door by the cock.<br /><br />Elton stumbled and fell forward, but was supported by Sandy's hand <br />holding his flaccid joint. He felt Paul come to his left side and <br />support him. He heard Sandy's voice boom in his ears. "Go ahead honey, <br />piss. Piss if you can." Elton strained and finally his already <br />overloaded bladder that was almost paralyzed from its fullness allowed <br />some Piss to trickle out of his cock.<br /><br />Sandy winked at Paul and gently massaged Elton's cock. She moved her <br />fingers gently up and down the short length of his shaft. She felt his <br />piss dribble from his swollen cock hole. It was as if his joint had <br />swelled so much that it had closed the urethra and his hot piss had <br />difficulty finding its way through its door.<br /><br />Paul's flashing smile let Sandy know that he was amenable to almost any <br />game that she might play. He spoke softly, "Allow me to help you, Mr. <br />Silver. Be careful that you don't fall."<br /><br />Elton nodded his head, "Thanks Paul. I'm embarrassed, but I'm sure you <br />understand. Somehow or other I just can't seem to pee. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. It <br />is coming now. It's coming now. The piss is just coming. Ohhhhh. It is <br />so painful and yet so pleasurable."<br /><br />Sandy once again caught Paul's eye and nodded in the direction of <br />Elton's now yellow streaming limp dong. She wrapped her fist around <br />Elton's softness and squeezed very hard. Her sudden squeezing cut the <br />flow of piss off very sharply and painfully. She heard Elton gasp and <br />pull his hips in backwards. Then she relaxed her grip and Elton's dong <br />commenced to dribble again.<br /><br />Paul supported Elton as his knees buckled from under him, when Sandy <br />had chopped the urine flow off again, very suddenly. Paul reached down <br />with his left hand and started to stroke his hard outlined cock. He <br />heard Elton groan and Paul's cock became steel hard in his pants. It <br />throbbed and dripped and he felt that everyone of his arse clenches <br />squeezed more of his thick semen into his cock, from his balls.<br /><br />Sandy allowed Elton to finish peeing. "Paul, when we get to the Justice <br />of the Peace, will you be our friend and stand up for us? It would be <br />nice to have you witness our wedding. Isn't that so Elton?"<br /><br />Elton nodded his head and said, "Yes dear. Whatever you say. You know <br />I'll do whatever you say. Can we get started again? I would like to be <br />yours as soon as possible."<br /><br />Sandy shook Elton's peter and gave it a hard twist for good measure. <br />The hard twist made Elton cry out and Sandy smiled, "All right honey. <br />Let's go back now. We are only a few minutes away from the justice of <br />the Peace and then, you'll really be my slave. Isn't that what you <br />want?"<br /><br />"Oh, yes. Yes. I want to be your slave. I want to do your bidding."<br /><br />The Justice of the Peace did his job in the short space of ten minutes. <br />Paul gave the bride away.<br /><br />Now they were Man and Wife: or should we say, Slave and Owner!<br /><br />After the ceremony they all piled back into the limousine and Paul <br />headed towards New York City.<br /><br />Elton fell asleep and Sandy leaned back and contemplated the wild <br />things that she would do with her new husband Elton. 'Sandy Silver, <br />Sandy Silver," she repeated over and over to herself. 'It sounds good, <br />if I do think so myself.'<br /><br />Her thought returned once more to Elton Silver. She fantasied Elton <br />being tied to her wall naked and being made to watch her get fucked by <br />another man. Perhaps she'd have Paul fuck Elton in the arse and play <br />with his cock or maybe Tom. Elton could suck off Tom's dog. Bijou was <br />black and white and his dog balls swung low and his cock was heavy when <br />it extended itself. She always use to like to watch Tom getting fucked <br />in the arse by his dog.<br /><br />She thought to herself, 'I wonder if Elton bruises easily. I guess I'll <br />have to be careful where I beat him, because of his job. I can always <br />whip him with my riding crop where it won't show. Or I can tie him up <br />with hard rough ropes. It will be great fun to ride his naked arse all <br />around the house while I whip his arse hard." She pictured the red <br />welts rising and the blood staining the inside of her thighs. She put <br />her finger up her skirt and gently massaged her swollen spur cock. She <br />shut her eyes and moved her pinching fingers faster and faster. The <br />cream came out in torrents and she shuddered from the tense orgasm.<br /><br />She opened her eyes and saw Paul's knowing face in the rear view <br />mirror. He had seen everything and now it was his turn to smile and <br />wink his eye at her. It was beautiful. He understood. Sandy shut her <br />eyes again and before she knew it she was being awakened by Paul. The <br />limousine door was open and her apartment awaited them.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br /><br />A few weeks went by and Sandy and Elton set up housekeeping at her <br />house. However, she never allowed Elton to give up his bachelor <br />apartment. Elton liked the idea of being married and still having an <br />apartment to himself. Basically he was like a recluse. His apartment <br />was in a nice modern building. The carpeted hallways deadened any sound <br />that was made and it was a quiet kind of building. His apartment <br />consisted of an L-shaped room, a very small modern kitchen and the <br />latest in tiled bathrooms. It could really have been made into a very <br />pleasant place, but as Elton is Elton, there were piles of magazines <br />stacked up against the wall. In the middle of the floor there were <br />three suitcases that had been purchased for three different occasions. <br />The first one was three years old and had been purchased for a trip to <br />Florida. The second one was bought for California. The latest was from <br />Bermuda. All three suitcases sat there with their lids gaping open and <br />still partially packed with new and soiled clothes from each of the <br />individual trips. Mixed in among the debris were stacks and stacks of <br />Sunday Newspapers. The slick covered magazines were piled so high that <br />they leaned against each other like many drunks trying to hold one <br />another upright. Near the telephone, which sat on a desk next to a wall <br />was a long clip board and upon closer inspection Sandy knew that Elton <br />was a methodical record keeper.<br /><br /> "Do you mean to say that you list every phone call that you make? You <br />mean to say that your so God damn petty that you have to know exactly <br />what time you dial, the number to whom you spoke with and how long each <br />phone call lasted. I'll be damned if I'm going to write down each <br />fucking number that I dial. You cheap recluse son-of-a-bitch. I ought <br />to knock you on your arse. This place is like a little old ladies <br />house, bare aseptic and sterile. That's what you are. I'll bet you <br />really can't even get a hard-on. Come to think of it, I don't think <br />I've ever seen your prod look like a hard cock. Come here you son-of-a-<br />bitch and stand in front of me when I'm talking to you. You no good <br />bastard."<br /><br />Elton shuffled over towards Sandy, who had now seated herself at the <br />desk. He spoke as she picked the receiver up and dialed a number; "Is <br />this close enough dear? Should I come closer? Write down the number <br />that you dial on the first column of the pad honey. The time now is <br />eleven-fifteen a.m. Write the time in the second column. The name of <br />the person goes in the third column and the number of minutes you are <br />on the ..."<br /><br />"Son-of-a-bitch! You miserable bastard!" Sandy lashed out with her hand <br />as she spoke. The back of her hand caught Elton on the cheek. "Paul Hi. <br />This is Sandy. We're finally set up. Would you like to come to dinner <br />tonight at my apartment in the village? ... Yes. Yes. We'll expect you <br />at about ... excuse me Paul ... Elton you son-of-a-bitch." Sandy <br />reached forward and grabbed Elton by the balls. She felt them through <br />his pants and underwear and with a hard tug, she pulled him closer to <br />her. She motioned Elton to silence and commanded, "Drop your pants, <br />bastard!"<br /><br />Sandy heard Paul say, "Gee, Sandy. It sounds like you're going to have <br />a real good time. It's very nice of you to invite me to your party and <br />I'll see you later." Paul hung up.<br /><br />Elton stood before Sandy. His trousers and drawers in a pile around his <br />ankles. His grey pubic hair made his beginning to blossom boner look <br />like a stunted tree in a grey forest.<br /><br />Sandy said, "Get your Goddamn peter out of my face and let me finish my <br />phone calls and I'm not going to make any Goddamn list out either. You <br />have your nerve. What in the hell do you think I'm going to do ... make <br />your shitty list for every phone call. You just paid my phone bill for <br />$130.00 and you didn't blink an eyelash, so what in the hell is this <br />Goddamn nonsense about?<br /><br />Elton interrupted, "Sandy, you know the bill for your phone was $133.65 <br />plus tax and ..."<br /><br />"You bastard. You cheap no good bastard. You have your nerve bringing <br />the exact amount of my phone bill up into this matter. You're lucky to <br />have the privilege of having my bills. Just because I allowed you to <br />pay several thousand dollars, doesn't mean you own me. Because buddy, <br />get this straight now ... I own you. You are my slave and you had <br />better God damn well toe the mark." Sandy suddenly swatted Elton's <br />growing dong. Her fingers stuck the head like two or three thongs of a <br />vicious whip. His cock shriveled to a fraction of its former size. It <br />was wrinkled and hung very, very soft and limp. The head laid up <br />against his balls flat. Sandy stood up and shoved Elton up against the <br />wall and started beating on him with both her hands. She grasped the <br />hair on his head and pounded Elton's head against the wall. She said, <br />"Wipe that smirk off your face. You haven't seen anything yet, buddy."<br /><br />Elton's wang began to grow again and he knew that Sandy also knew what <br />was happening.<br /><br />Sandy said, "Oh, what have we here? It looks like you're finally <br />getting a hard-on. Come here baby. Let me feel your prod. It looks like <br />it has a little tear in its eye also."<br /><br />Elton jutted his hips outward and his cock stood out from his body <br />rigidly. He felt Sandy put her palm and fingers into his crotch and her <br />cupped hand formed a tight jock strap. Her hand restrained his now <br />throbbing cock. Elton said, "Oh please. Kiss it. Kiss it." He felt <br />Sandy's hand encircle his shaft. Her hand started to slide up and down <br />his smarting cock. The semen oozed outwards and made his stick slip <br />back and forth on a grease of sperm.<br /><br />"Enough of this, you fucker. Get down on your knees." She released <br />Elton's cock and it swung upwards slapping his belly. A bead of semen <br />flicked from his cock and struck Sandy on the neck. It's whiteness made <br />her tan look even darker. "You shit head. You bottle of piss. You slimy <br />mother. Come here! Bend your arse and lick your slime off my neck! I <br />don't want any of that shit. Come on. Huffy up, you bastard!"<br /><br />Elton leaned forward saying, "Oh yes! Tell me what to do. Tell me what <br />to do! Your wish is my command." He felt Sandy's hand grab his ears and <br />draw his puckered lips to the gob of semen on her suntanned neck. His <br />lips touched her neck. It was soft and warm and he could feel the blood <br />coursing through her body. His lips felt the wet semen as they sucked <br />inward. Elton felt Sandy push him away by the ears. He shut his eyes. <br />He knew that she was trying to lock her eyes to his. His protuberance <br />bounced in an arcing motion as he stood upright once more.<br /><br />Sandy took his cock in her left hand and the thumb and forefinger of <br />her right hand grabbed the throbbing mushroom. She pinched hard and <br />brutally at the mushroom and his cock lost its hard-on and became limp. <br />"On your knees! On your knees? Come on stupid. Get down." Sandy hiked <br />her mini skirt up above her waist and squatted down into the desk <br />chair. She felt Elton get between her legs. She saw that his eyes were <br />shut and his cock was limp, but still wet.<br /><br />Elton gasped, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Can I suck your cunt. Please, Please <br />let me suck your cunt. Let me make you happy. Please."<br /><br />His eyes were still shut and he heard Sandy's command, "Open your eyes! <br />Open your eyes! Watch what you're going to do. You are going to put <br />your finger between the lips of my pussy and feel my cream dripping and <br />running out of my hot love hole." Sandy brought her hand around and <br />gave Elton a sharp slap on the side of his face. "Open your eyes <br />stupid. Look at what you're doing. You are not paying attention."<br /><br />Elton opened his eyes and begged. "Please. Please. Let me keep my eyes <br />shut. Let me suck your beautiful cunt? Please let me suck and eat you? <br />I don't want to open my eyes."<br /><br />"Elton, I'll tell you what to do and when to do it. Now open your <br />fucking eyes and look at my hot cunt." Sandy put a thumb on each of <br />Elton's eyelids and forced open his eyes. His lips were moist and the <br />saliva trickled over the red rim of his lower lip.<br /><br />Sandy could almost feel Elton's slippery wet lower lip underneath her <br />little man in the boat. She could grind her hot wet hole up against his <br />soft red mouth. "Come on stupid. Put your finger in the cunt hole. Do <br />as I tell you. Don't you like to look at my red hot quim? Don't you <br />like to see the white cream oozing and pouring out of my honey pot? Can <br />you see my protruding love knob quivering for you to suck on it like a <br />small prick. Don't you love my spur cock? I bet you've never had one of <br />those before. Your lucky to have me. I'm a very unusual woman. Did you <br />know that I could fuck you in the arse, if I wanted to. Maybe if you're <br />real good, I'll let you watch me fuck someone with my spur cock. Did <br />you know my girt friend Susan and I always tucked each other. She is <br />the only girl I know who is built like me. You should appreciate me <br />better and when I command you to do something; you had better perform. <br />At tonight's party, you will see some of my toy collection. In fact, I <br />have a couple of things planned to try out on you. Now, open those eyes <br />and suck my red hot dripping cunt. And no nonsense!"<br /><br /><a href="http://k14hxs9ukwzkqds1mra59b2.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/31/200/2005820740.jpg"></a>Elton took his forefingers and thumbs of both hands and opened Sandy's <br />luscious looking hot creaming pussy. He gazed into the very depths and <br />saw her vagina squeezing as though her cunt were saying, 'suck me ... <br />suck me ... suck me." He saw that her spur cock was becoming more <br />inflamed and swollen and his own wang began to throb once more. He <br />peered up into Sandy's eyes and quickly lowered his head and began <br />licking the pubic hair that surrounded Sandy's excited gash. He smelled <br />the sweetness of her womanhood juice as it poured from her volcanic <br />erupting pussy. His hands ran up and down the outer wet hot lips of him <br />trench. Elton began to lick the outer lips of Sandy's hot steaming sex <br />hole and he continued licking down to her arse hole. He ran his tongue <br />around the brown rim of her arse, licking and sucking at the short <br />hairs. He put his tongue into her arse and tried to grasp at the <br />sphincter muscle that was rapidly contracting and expanding.<br /><br />"Mother fucker. Cunt lapper. What do you think you're doing," as she <br />grabbed a handful of his jowl and pulled his still puckered lips away <br />from her bung hole. "Suck my cunt. You bastard. I told you to lick and <br />suck my cunt good. You are so stupid. I ought to call you Dumbo, <br />because by the time I am done with you you'll have ears like a fucking <br />dumbo!"<br /><br />Elton winced with pain and proceeded to stroke his tongue from the <br />bottom end of Sandy's gash to the top where her spur cock stood out and <br />upright. He twirled and twirled his tongue around her spur. Every once <br />in a while he placed his complete mouth on her nib and just sucked. <br />Sometimes he nibbled at the outer and inner lips of her fiery cunt. He <br />ran his two hands up and down along each side of her cuntlips as his <br />tongue continued sucking. He knew this excited Sandy even more by her <br />jerking movements. He wished that he could touch his cock. He wondered <br />if Sandy would allow him to touch his cock. "My cock aches. Please let <br />me touch it. Please let me touch it," he whimpered.<br /><br />"Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Don't stop! No you bastard! Keep your God <br />damn hands off your insignificant ugly cock. You call that damn thing a <br />cock. Why just look at it. It can't even stay up. What do you want, <br />Bamboo poles to tie around it or maybe I should take you to a doctor <br />and let him put a splint on it to hold it stiff? Let's face it. You <br />just can't cut the mustard. I don't think you ever could. I think the <br />good Lord just made you for me. I think, I alone understand you."<br /><br />Elton glued his lips to Sandy's writhing red clit and sucked harder. <br />His mind was thinking about the nasty and sexy things Sandy had said <br />and his wang was throbbing. He thought to himself, 'Why won't she touch <br />me? Why doesn't she let me suck her breasts? Why can't I play with my <br />throbbing wang. It is almost ready to burst." He started sneaking his <br />hand away from Sandy. He was glad that she didn't feel him remove his <br />hand. 'If I only touch myself. If I can only touch myself. Oh, please <br />let her allow me to, touch myself. I can feel my juices bubbling in my <br />balls. Her cunt tastes so good. Oh, how I'd like to put my cock in her <br />cunt. I love to clean every drop of sperm from her lovely luscious <br />sopping wet pussy.'<br /><br />Sandy's eyes were narrow slits of lust and she was disturbed and angry <br />that Elton was trying cheat her. 'What right did he have to take his <br />hand from her hot pussy and to try to touch and satisfy his own cock. <br />He had some nerve. He isn't a man. He's a slave. He's my slave. He <br />reminds me of a eunuch!'<br /><br />Elton touched his hot hard-on and his hand cupped and uncupped the head <br />slowly. The semen leaked and made his hand slippery. Sandy's spur cock <br />took on a new dimension. It was as if it were a little boy he was <br />sucking. Her spur cock was just like a small prick. He moved his <br />sucking lips up and down the length of her wee prong and he remembered <br />the time when he was a young boy and he use to try and suck his own <br />prick. It was hard to assume the position. As a matter of fact, no <br />matter how he tried to suck his own prick he just couldn't bend over <br />far enough. When he was a little boy and he use to jerk off six and <br />seven times a day with vaseline. He used to imagine his own lips <br />sucking himself off. In those years the orgasms were fresh and <br />blinding. He didn't even know what they were until one of his friends <br />started to play with him and really bring him to a climax. From then <br />on, the two friends used to go up to the attic to jerk, suck and <br />generally fondle one another. They even use to fuck each other in the <br />arse. Elton especially enjoyed this.<br /><br />Sandy's eyes fell to Elton's hand and her mind rebelled at the sight of <br />Elton making a spectacle of himself. She wishes that she were at her <br />apartment where she could properly chastise him for this infraction of <br />her new rules. Somehow in his own apartment he seemed to take it upon <br />himself to try some sneaky maneuvers. Sandy stood up suddenly knocking <br />Elton backwards on his butt. His hand was still clenching at his <br />beating throbbing wang.<br /><br />"All right you bastard. Try this on for size."<br /><br />Sandy's foot kicked out and her pointed toe that protruded out of her <br />black leather boot caught Elton in the groin dropping him to the bare <br />floor. Sandy's foot ground against Elton's groin pinning him to the <br />floor. Her eyes roamed the apartment looking for some substitute to use <br />as a whip or toy on Elton.<br /><br />Sandy knocked a stack of magazines over and jack rolled Elton on top of <br />them. At the same time she reached down and stripped the leather belt <br />from Elton's pants. She folded it in half and whipped his prostrate <br />naked body across the buttocks. She swung the belt in rhythmic motions <br />cutting back and forth. Each sweep raised a red welt on his arse <br />cheeks. She muttered half to herself, 'Just wait until tonight! You <br />mother fucker. Son-of-a-bitch. I'll make you pay for this!" Elton <br />rolled to his back exposing his belly, chest and balls to Sandy's <br />punishing whip slashes. He felt them bite into his tender nipple tips. <br />He held his hands up and pleaded, "What did I do? What did I do? I'm <br />sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore! I promise."<br /><br />Sandy lashed out once again and with extreme accuracy caught his cock <br />and balls with one swipe of the make shift whip.<br /><br />Elton screamed, "Eiiiiii. Eiiiiiii." His cock throbbed and two small <br />squirts of juice flew from his cock hole, but before the orgasm <br />finished itself or really got started he had lost his hardness. He <br />watched Sandy move a stack of magazines in front of the desk chair that <br />she had been seated on. The stack of old magazines was about cock high <br />from the floor, if Elton stood on his knees in front of the chair. <br />Sandy resumed her position, cunt exposed and spread legged in the <br />chair. The stack of magazines was directly in front of her.<br /><br />"What are those for, dear?"<br /><br />"Get over here on your knees, Dumbo!"<br /><br />"But, the magazines are in the way, dear."<br /><br />"Listen stupid. Get on your knees in front of me. The magazines are <br />supposed to be between us. All right Dumbo, put your cock on top of the <br />magazines!"<br /><br />Elton's hand reached down and took hold of his flaccid tool and gently <br />laid it on the cool stick paper covers of the magazines that were piled <br />high in front of him. "Do you want my balls on there, too?" His eyes <br />were shut.<br /><br />"Open your eyes. How many times must I tell you." She punctuated her <br />last statement with a slash of Elton's belt on Elton's now flattened <br />out tool that was supported by the magazines. Sandy kicked her boot off <br />with a swinging motion of her leg. The boots that she wore were made of <br />a very soft kid leather and hugged the calves of her legs. The zippers <br />allowed for this type of quick removal. Sandy's foot was still raised <br />high as the boot flicked across the room and struck the far wall, <br />upsetting Elton's broken down non-playing old style phonograph.<br /><br />Elton winced, "Please be careful honey."<br /><br />"Oh, shut the fuck up." Sandy placed her foot on top of Elton's cock <br />and balls forcing his limp peter down onto his ball sac in-between both <br />balls. She rolled the ball of her foot back and forth and Elton reached <br />forward to touch her breasts. "Did I give you permission to touch me <br />stupid? What the fuck do you think you are doing? You started to suck <br />my hot pussy, so why in the hell aren't you. Just wait until I get you <br />home."<br /><br />Elton licked his own lips with his tongue. The taste of her cunt juice <br />was still on his chin and upper lip. The moisture from his saliva re-<br />awakened the cunt smell and taste that Sandy had left a little while <br />ago. The thought of having his lips glued to her flaming orifice again <br />raised Elton's desire. It heightened his desire to please Sandy. After <br />all here was her slave. He flicked his tongue around the whole genital <br />area and gradually narrowed himself down to the sensitive area of <br />Sandy's inner lips and base of her spur cock. He felt Sandy's foot <br />grinding down hard on his limp penis. The more he worked her cunt and <br />the more feverish she became; the more he felt his sex being punished.<br /><br />Sandy writhed and squirmed with great pleasure. The sensations that her <br />private personal cunt lapper gave her raced through her vagina into her <br />belly making her nipple tips itch, and tingle. She released her hands <br />from Elton's head and moistened the thumb and forefinger of both hands <br />in the mixture of saliva and cream that dribbled down Elton's chin. <br />This slipperiness when applied in a pinching sliding action of her <br />nipple tips made Sandy moan, "Ohhhhhhh. Ouuuuuuuuooooo."<br /><br />A certain gentleness manifested itself, but she screamed out. "Suck. <br />Suck. Let me hear. Come on you cunt lapper. Come on you cunnilingus. Do <br />the only thing you're good for. Suck! Suck! Lick my spur cock. Can you <br />feel it throb?" Sandy's eyes narrowed still further. Now they were mere <br />slits of desire and lust, ready to explode. She started to tremble and <br />the muscles in her thighs stiffened. She shook as if she were cold and <br />her love juices ran from her cunt onto Elton's tongue and down into his <br />throat.<br /><br />"Slurp ... Slurp ... Slurp ..."<br /><br />"That's it mother fucker. That's it bastard. Suck me. Suck me! Suck my <br />juices out. Don't drop one little bit. Don't you wish I were your <br />mother. Didn't you ever want to suck and fuck your mother? Your mother <br />was your master, wasn't she?" She felt Elton's lips sucking and <br />nibbling more furiously at every part, nook and cranny fold of her <br />almost ready to come hot fiery cunt. She stiffened her legs, <br />convulsively and pinched her nipples with all her strength. Her head <br />fell back over the chair and her blonde hair hung straight downward. <br />Her eyes were white and her belly muscles were drawn inwards. Sandy's <br />cunt dilated and drew back. The juices flowed heavier and the tingling <br />built to a crescendo and violent orgasmic climax.<br /><br />Elton felt Sandy's foot relax and just rest on his crushed cock head, <br />shaft and balls. He removed his lips from the smaller, but still <br />inflamed spur cock that now relaxed in between Sandy's hot nether lips. <br />"Can I go to the toilet now?" He waited for an answer and asked again, <br />"Please may I go to the toilet?"<br /><br />Sandy whispered, "Yes. I have some phone calls to make."<br /><br />"All right dear, you don't have to write the information down. Tell me <br />and I'll write it for you."<br /><br />"Fuck you. If you're going; go. This sure is a dump, but you can keep <br />it. While you are in the bathroom, wash your cock in ice cold water."<br /><br />"Why, cold water?"<br /><br />"So you won't beat your meat, stupid. Anyway I want to get the hell out <br />of here. So hurry up. I have to prepare dinner for Paul tonight. He's <br />coming over. Maybe I'll even invite Tom and his dog Bijou over. You <br />know he lives next door to me. So hurry up. Put your arse in gear and <br />straighten yourself out. Chop! Chop! Let's go!"<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 5<br /><br /><br />Sandy was an excellent cook and she prepared a smorgasbord table. She <br />had prepared Swedish meatballs, all kinds of fishes, salads and various <br />other side dishes, such as macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad, <br />baked beans and an assortment of cold cuts. Also she laid out, salad <br />dressing, pickles, pickled pears, green olives, black olives, raw onion <br />rings and sour cream. The final touches were added with the two main <br />courses: a large stuffed Turkey at one end of the table and a cold huge <br />fish covered with mayonnaise at the opposite end. It really looked nice <br />and almost too pretty to touch. The lights from the hanging candelabra <br />gave the room a very, very close and intimate feeling. Sandy's <br />apartment had been set up for love. Her Hi-Fi sounded beautiful, <br />especially since she had several stereo speakers in different parts of <br />her apartment.<br /><br />The lights were low and the music from the Hi-Fi was purring softly <br />when the buzzer to Sandy's and Elton's apartment sounded. Sandy turned <br />to the full length mirror and adjusted her baby blue see through mini <br />shift dress. It would have left nothing to the imagination except that <br />underneath its transparent lace frilliness there was a bikini type pair <br />of very sheer powder pink lace stretch panties that showed every curve <br />of Sandy's magnificent figure. Her large pink nippled breasts were held <br />loosely in a very brief powder pink lace mini bra. Her golden hair fell <br />to her bare shoulders and this accentuated her black braided leather <br />headache band stretched across her forehead. Sandy's long shapely legs <br />were covered from the instep to about one inch below the hem line of <br />her leather boots. The boots left her toes exposed. When Sandy walked, <br />you could see that her bikini panties were of a special design. As she <br />strolled towards the door the crotch level hem raised slightly and the <br />candle light played on her pink pussy lips that were exposed by a <br />tailor made slot in the bikini panties crotch.<br /><br />Sandy opened the door and there was the handsome face of her next door <br />neighbor. "Hi Tom. I was just thinking of coming next door and inviting <br />you to this little informal gathering. You know how I am with preparing <br />food. Food is like sex. I must have a tremendous amount of it. You <br />wouldn't believe it, but late this afternoon cooked all of this!" Sandy <br />turned and with a flowing motion of her arm pointed to her opulent <br />smorgasbord set up.<br /><br />The candles flickered and Tom asked, "May I bring Bijou in also?"<br /><br />"Our kind of party wouldn't be a party, without Bijou! Sure, bring him <br />in. Maybe I'll let you teach Elton how to take care of Bijou so that <br />when you go away on weekends Elton can feed, walk and generally take <br />care of your dog just as you would, if you were at home."<br /><br />Tom tugged on the leash that he had around his dog, Bijou's neck. Bijou <br />was a large spotted Dalmatian. His coat was beautiful and he wore a <br />lovely jewel studded collar around his neck. His dangling balls were <br />super developed and his cock hung out of its sheath like a flaming red <br />piece of meat. Tom's gold colored, three button breasted jacket set off <br />his ruddy looking complexion. He had high cheekbones, full sensuous <br />lips and a square chin. When Tom looked at you, it was as if he were <br />questioning you with his eyes, that were boyishly innocent looking. His <br />eyebrows appeared on his forehead. Tom was gay, but from the way he <br />dressed and looked you could never guess it. His hands were those of a <br />man who had at one time done heavy labor. His fingers were thickened <br />and calloused. You could see the tendons move on the backside of his <br />hand underneath the developed blue veins.<br /><br />"Hi Elton! This looks like a real feast fit for the kings!" Tom ran his <br />fingers over the back of his head smoothing down an imaginary strand of <br />hair. His brown hair was parted on the left side. The right side was <br />combed backward diagonally across his head in a straight sweep.<br /><br />Tom was in show business. His barber styled his hair to accentuate his <br />young little boy like look and demeanor.<br /><br />"I'm glad to see you Tom and I wish that I could see more of you, but <br />Sandy sends me home practically every night. It's sort of funny to have <br />a bachelor's quarters and still be married, but I kind of like the <br />idea. So you like the Sterling Silver Dinner Service that I have set <br />out now? I wish that I could afford a set for my place, but Sandy says <br />that I don't need any. What I don't understand is why I have to sleep <br />on an army cot in the foyer, when I'm allowed to stay over."<br /><br />"Elton, Elton ... Elton. Why don't you shut your Goddamn mouth, because <br />you haven't anything to say anyway really, and besides which, I don't <br />want to here it. Now please, dear set the biscuits out. I just heard <br />the bell in the oven signal they are ready."<br /><br /> Sandy had been looking at Elton and it was obvious that Elton enjoyed <br />being married to Sandy. The outfit that Elton was wearing was <br />preposterous. He was barefoot and had silver shackles encircling his <br />ankles. His wrist bracelets were almost identical except that they had <br />some Chinese or oriental art work engraved on their surfaces. Elton was <br />wearing white silk bell bottom trousers.<br /><br />Elton's shirt was a transparent aqua colored affair with ruffles <br />running down the front and was covered by a thinly woven Cashmere vest. <br />His peter was plainly outlined in his trouser leg and laid there limp <br />looking. The only time that it had showed signs of life was when Sandy <br />started to berate him. At that time, Tom thought he had noticed Elton's <br />dong throb.<br /><br />Elton came back into the living room with a tray laden with biscuits. <br />Sandy and Tom were seated on the sofa sipping drinks. "Where's mine?" <br />Elton whined, with a hurt look on his face.<br /><br />"Oh, Elton, don't be such an arse. Answer the door Elton. Can't you <br />hear the bell ringing? Man alive, are you stupid. Come on get your arse <br />into gear and open the fucking door."<br /><br />Elton trotted to the door obediently and called out, in a whining <br />manner, "Whooooo's theeeere? Caaaannn you reppppeat that?"<br /><br />"God damn bastard, just open the fucking door. I can hear Paul saying <br />his name from here. Why in the hell do you have to make such a project <br />out of something so simple. I guess it's just that you're simple. Now <br />get that fucking door open!"<br /><br />Paul stepped through the door smiling to Elton, "Damn Elton. I would <br />have thought you learned something by now. Wow! What a spread! Hiya <br />Sandy! You sure do look gorgeous." Paul was wearing a bold tattersall <br />plaid sport coat which was perfectly matched to his light and lively <br />looking blue slacks. The end of his trousers just barely touched the <br />glossy black leather moccasins on his feet. Paul was an impeccable <br />dresser.<br /><br />"Paul, I'd like you to meet Tom."<br /><br />"Tom, I'd like to introduce you to Paul--this is Bijou, Tom's dog."<br /><br />Paul reached down and petted the dog and said, "Gee. He is a fine <br />looking animal. Has he had any training?"<br /><br />Tom's eyes flickered to a smile and he conceded that Bijou had been <br />taught just a few tricks. "Maybe later, I can demonstrate some of them <br />for you. Bijou just loves to perform, right Bijou?"<br /><br />Bijou eyes perked up at the mention of his name. Bijou knew what Tom <br />was talking about and he wiggled his arse playfully.<br /><br />"Elton, get Paul a drink, please dear."<br /><br />"What does he drink dear? Does he drink Champagne or maybe I'll mix up <br />one of my highballs. Or would he like some wine? You know we have red <br />wine and white wine and sweet wine ... but most people prefer to have a <br />Sparkling wine with this type of dinn ..."<br /><br />"Goddamn it. What is this nonsense? What in the hell are you talking <br />about. This is not the time for a dissertation. Man, I said move your <br />arse. Get him a drink, not drinks. Now Paul, sorry about this. What <br />would you really like to have?"<br /><br />Paul replied, "Whatever you are drinking."<br /><br />"Elton, shake your arse. You heard the man."<br /><br />Elton shuffled over the bar and made Paul a drink. As he padded back, <br />he tripped over his own feet and poured the drink over Sandy's pink and <br />blue shift. The cold drink with its ice cubes made Sandy jump to her <br />feet from the shock. She screamed. "You Goddamn stupid son of-a-bitch. <br />You are the clumsiest ... you're the dopiest. Dumbo. Dumbo, now you've <br />done it. You have finally done it!"<br /><br />Sandy stood in front of Elton. She continued to shout, "I'm taking off <br />my shift, my panties and my bra. Open your eyes stupid and look at me. <br />Stop shaking. I want you to get on your knees. I'm going to make you <br />suck my cunt." Sandy suddenly started to pummel Elton's shoulders as he <br />stood in front of her.<br /><br />Elton fell to his knees and he picked up Sandy's shift and tried to <br />cover her exposed beautiful large titties with it.<br /><br />Sandy wrapped him across the head with her open hand. "Kiss my toes! <br />Aren't you glad I had these open toe boots made especially for you. <br />Come on stupid, kiss them!"<br /><br />Elton leaned forward and kissed Sandy's exposed toes. He licked them <br />with relish until Sandy again commanded him, "Get my riding crop! I <br />feel like riding. Come on stupid move your arse!" She turned and looked <br />towards Paul and Tom on the sofa.<br /><br />Paul and Tom were locked in a hot embrace. Tom's hands were stroking <br />Paul's excited prong. The light from the candles threw long shadows <br />across the bulge in Tom's crotch.<br /><br />Paul slouched downward in his seat and spread his legs wide apart. His <br />eyes were shut and he felt Tom unsnap the waist band of his powder blue <br />form fitting slacks. His silk undershorts did little to hide his big <br />black hard cock. It throbbed against its silken bonds. Paul spread his <br />legs wider and he felt Tom tug at the elastic of his almost transparent <br />undershorts. With half closed eyes he saw his beautiful rampant phallus <br />throb. The head stretched itself into a wide brown knob.<br /><br />"Go ahead Tom. Take a swat at it. Have you ever been sucked off by a <br />man, Paul?"<br /><br />Paul's head was lying back. He was breathing deeply. The aphrodisiac <br />that she had put in the ice cube water evidently had taken effect. She <br />knew that her cunt was on fire and Elton's attitude pleased her. He was <br />docile.<br /><br />Elton trotted back to Sandy's side. The riding crop was in his hand, <br />"here is the riding crop, dear. You did want the riding crop didn't <br />you. I didn't know which one to bring you. You have a black one and a <br />white one and this brown one."<br /><br />Sandy frowned and arched her eyebrows. She looked downward at Elton and <br />said, "Why the hell did you bring the three of them. You know I like <br />the white one." She took the white riding crop, stepped back and <br />slashed at Elton's face. "Tell me why I like the white one, Elton? Does <br />it work better or is it because of its color? Anyway take your God damn <br />fucking clothes off. I want to be able to get at you good. I want you <br />to be my personal pony. Besides, which, whoever heard of a fucking pony <br />wearing clothes. And you are my pony and I am going to whip your arse!"<br /><br />Elton was naked and folding his clothes, when he felt Sandy's riding <br />crop cut across his arse. "Eiiiii Eiiiii eiiiii." Elton continued to <br />fold his clothes.<br /><br />He heard Sandy's voice thunder, "You dumb son-of-a-bitch. Get on your <br />knees." Elton fell to his knees in front of Sandy and assumed an almost <br />praying position. His head was turned upwards, hands were clasped in <br />behind of his back and his eyes were shut. Elton's cock was in semi-<br />hard condition and Sandy reached down and pushed it from side to side <br />with the end of her riding crop. Her other hand reached over and picked <br />up two of the aphrodisiac loaded ice cubes. Then she laid down on the <br />gold and black leopard skinned rug.<br /><br />Elton watched Sandy lie on her back and spread her legs. He saw her <br />gaping trench, hot and wet in front of him. He was glad that Sandy had <br />commanded him to open his eyes a few moments ago. He looked to the left <br />and saw that Tom was on his knees and sucking Paul's rampant black <br />prong. Tom's right hand was working up and down the red meat shaft that <br />hung out of Bijou's sheath. Bijou just laid there oblivious to <br />everything. Paul's hand was on top of Tom's bobbing brown head. He felt <br />Tom's tongue move around his hot knob. Tom's hand kept moving up and <br />down Bijou's cock and his tongue whipped around and around on Paul's <br />inflamed cock head. Every once in a while Paul felt Tom's tongue dig <br />and gouge, and try to plough up his piss hole.<br /><br />Elton was happy. Tom and Paul were so involved with one another that <br />they did not see his nakedness. Elton turned his head back again <br />towards Sandy's hot red slot and he saw her shove two ice cubes up into <br />it.<br /><br /><a href="http://j19rnw9wjz5q2p2d7r5m.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/35/135/1350081542.jpg"></a>"This is the ice for your drink, Elton. Two ice cubes shoved up my <br />cunt." Sandy rolled back, throwing her legs outstretched into the air. <br />Her hands held her hips in a bicycle riding exercise position. "All <br />right Dumbo, pour the wine over the Spanish Fly ice cubes in my cunt!"<br /><br />Elton shuffled over on his knees to the table. He looked at the bottles <br />of wine, trying to decide if he should have the white wine, the red <br />wine or what kind he should have. He thought about different taste of <br />each kind ...<br /><br />"You bastard. Where are you? Fucko! What are you doing? Get the white <br />wine and get back over here. Your ice cubes are melting."<br /><br />"But ... but ... I don't know which wine to bring. Shall I bring the <br />red wine, or the white wine<br /><br />"Dumbo! Jerk! Bastard! Get your arse moving and just bring any kind of <br />wine. Don't you get it? Do I have to spell it all out for you. I want <br />you to drink your wine with ice cubes from my cunt. Now get any wine <br />and bring it over here. It doesn't matter which, because it will be <br />cunt flavored wine, especially put out by Sandy, Inc. You dumb arse <br />hole."<br /><br /> Elton grabbed the first bottle of wine his hands reached and shuffled <br />back to Sandy's outstretched legs and arse, still on his knees. His <br />hips swung back and forth and his wang began to grow from the sound's <br />of his master's voice. "Here is the wine dear. I brought you the red <br />wine, because it mixes well with your lovely tasting cunt juice." Elton <br />poured a little of the wine into Sandy's cunt and leaned down between <br />her outstretched legs to drink his drink.<br /><br />"No, no stupid. Put enough wine in for a real drink. I want it to mix <br />with the ice cubes if there are any left yet. In fact, you had better <br />add a couple of more ice cubes."<br /><br /> Elton reached over and picked up another ice cube in his right hand. <br />The thumb and index finger of his left hand pushed Sandy's cuntlips <br />apart. He placed the ice cube right on top of the honey pot hole and <br />with a quick shove he plopped it inside. He felt his wang start to <br />stretch and grow and he savored the feeling. He put the mouth of the <br />wine bottle to Sandy's gaping hole and poured wine on top of the ice <br />cubes in Sandy's vagina.<br /><br />"All right stupid. Drink your drink. You wanted it bad enough. You've <br />been sulking every time someone puts a glass to their lips. Now suck. <br />Drink your drink!"<br /><br />Tom and Paul looked up and Paul said, "A toast to our lovely hostess. <br />Well man, just don't look at me, drink! Let me see you suck your old <br />lady's cunt!"<br /><br />Tom patted Bijou and said, "Go get it Bijou. Go get it." Bijou stood up <br />and his raw meat hung out. With a little urging from Tom, Bijou bounded <br />over to Elton. He put his cold snout up against Elton's cock and his <br />tongue flicked out against Elton's pendulous ball sac.<br /><br />"Do you like Bijou's tongue on your cock, Elton? Come on stupid, take <br />one second and answer me."<br /><br />Elton lifted his mouth for a moment and blurted out, "It feels <br />different dear. I've never had a dog suck or lick at my cock. It does <br />feel different. It sort of feels good. It reminds me of the time ..." <br />and he heard Sandy interrupt.<br /><br />"Bastard, I don't need one of your fucking spiels now. Just suck and <br />drink your drink and shut up!"<br /><br />Bijou's tongue flicked around and around Elton's crotch balls, arse and <br />shaft. His twirling tongue had been in and out of Elton's arse hole and <br />Elton had enjoyed the feeling. This is what he wished Sandy would do <br />sometimes.<br /><br />Tom and Paul got up from the couch and moved closer so they could watch <br />Elton drinking from Sandy's upturned cunt and Bijou sucking at Elton. <br />They enjoyed watching Bijou. Tom nudged Paul and pointed to the way <br />Bijou was able to flick and jam his tongue practically all the way up <br />into Elton's arse hole.<br /><br />Tom commanded Bijou, "Bijou, fuck! Fuck! Come on boy. Up and at 'em. He <br />helped Bijou put his front legs around Elton's waist. Then he deftly <br />guided Bijou's cock so that its small very pointed head rested against <br />Elton's saliva wet brown rimmed arse hole. Bijou knew what to do. He <br />humped his hind quarters and his prod pushed and opened the tight <br />sphincter muscle. Bijou's cock must have been about five inches long <br />and he had it jammed up Elton's wiggling arse hole like a sword in its <br />scabbard. He had it ploughed so deep into Elton's arse hole that Elton <br />was forced to raise his head from Sandy's upturned hot cunt. He was <br />still on his knees and Tom now stood in front of him. Tom was naked and <br />his large circumcised cock bobbed up and down in front of Elton's eyes. <br />It was fully eight inches long, and about an inch and one-half thick. <br />It throbbed and was alive like a gigantic pink skinned snake. The <br />urethra was swollen and purple veins were outlined under the thin soft <br />skin covering Tom's large tower.<br /><br />Sandy opened her eyes and lowered herself from the bicycle riding <br />position. She got to her knees along side of Elton. "Watch what I do! <br />Watch! Elton, just watch!" She turned her he and gently sucked in one <br />of the balls that dangled beneath Tom's large prod. It was a large <br />mouthful and she had difficulty sucking it all in, but she finally made <br />it. She felt its hardness and the muscle attaching it to the crotch <br />inside of the scrotum. The flat of her tongue felt the canal that <br />carries the sperm upwards and pumps it through the urethra. Her finger <br />reached up and touched the hole of Tom's cock. It was wet and slippery. <br />"All right, Elton. This is what you do. Come on. Do like I showed you."<br /><br />Elton stayed on his knees, but dropped forward onto his hands. He <br />looked like a huge hairless dog, especially with Bijou pumping his red <br />meat up Elton's inflamed arse hole. Elton felt Bijou's grip around his <br />waist become stronger and harder. The dog's motions became more <br />convulsive and Elton felt a knob grow on the end of Bijou's plowing red <br />cock. The dog shuddered and Elton felt the spasm run through the dog's <br />cock that was so deeply buried up his arse hole.<br /><br />"Damn it Elton. What makes you so slow. I guess I have to ride you and <br />break you. Do you remember? Your so fucking stupid, I'll show you <br />again!"<br /><br />Sandy threw one leg over Elton's buttocks. She held the white riding <br />crop in her hands and said, "Giddyap Elton. Giddyap." Sandy brought the <br />riding crop down smartly across Elton's bare rump once, twice and the <br />red welts started to raise on his soft arse skin.<br /><br />He felt Sandy's bare arse and hot cunt press against his back. Her open <br />cunt felt hot and wet as it kissed his vertebra with its open mouth. He <br />felt the cunt juice dribbling out. The wetness made Sandy's open <br />mouthed cunt slide easily over one or two vertebra. Her spur cock felt <br />like a hard wet muscle up against his back. It throbbed and Elton <br />wished he could be sucking on it now. He started to move around the <br />room with Sandy pulling on his hair and kicking her heels into his <br />flanks. Her riding crop rose and fell harder and faster and Elton <br />crawled more quickly around the room. His arse was smarting and red <br />colored marks crisscrossed his arse cheeks.<br /><br />Sandy kept whipping Elton's arse and pulling hard on his hair. Her milk <br />white globes were thrust forward as she guided him back so that he <br />faced Tom's towering semen dripping tool.<br /><br />Sandy kept her grip on Elton's hair, pulling backward and whipping even <br />harder on his arse. The white riding crop became red stained and the <br />welts started to open and become bloody. The white riding crop was <br />stained and she felt Elton's excitement mount and Sandy knew that the <br />ice cube aphrodisiac had taken effect. She wrapped and pressed her legs <br />around Elton's waist and hips harder. Both of her feet locked in front <br />and over Elton's now throbbing cock. His hot juice dripped in beads on <br />Sandy's clenched feet. Sandy pulled hard on Elton's hair, making his <br />lips touch Tom's extended cock.<br /><br />"Open your eyes, stupid. Look what I have for you Elton. I want you to <br />suck Tom's tool." Sandy reached around and pulled downward on Elton's <br />chin. She looked up and said, "Go Tom."<br /><br />Tom pushed his cock head into Elton's mouth. He felt Elton convulsively <br />wrap his lips around his blood swollen shaft.<br /><br />Sandy climbed off of Elton's back and continued to swipe at his blood <br />streaked buttocks.<br /><br />Elton pulled his head backward off of Tom's hot cock. "Oh, I want to <br />suck your cunt. I want to suck your cunt, Sandy. Fuck me in the arse, <br />Paul?" Elton resumed his sucking, slurping and licking. He liked the <br />taste of Tom's hot joy juice. His tongue continued to wrap itself <br />around Tom's rampant engine of love. His flicking tongue touched the <br />sensitive nerve endings around the glans head of Tom's swollen and very <br />excited cock.<br /><br />Elton heard Sandy command, "Swallow! Swallow! You Goddamn mother <br />fucker. I'm going to make Paul fuck you in the arse. Come here Paul. <br />Let me feel your big gorgeous cock."<br /><br />Paul moved close to Sandy and said, "Here baby. Hold my hot meat in <br />your loving hands. Do you feel how excited it is? Just look how big it <br />is growing? It must be eight inches long and at least two inches <br />around. Look Sandy, look at my love juice coming out of the hot hole."<br /><br />"I want to suck it Paul," Sandy cried. "I want to taste your hot sperm. <br />Come on Elton suck Tom's cock. Fuck. Don't stop. Elton when I tell you <br />to open your mouth, you take your head from Tom's bursting cock and <br />turn it upwards.<br /><br />"I'm going to give you a taste of Paul's lovely hot sperm that is mixed <br />with my saliva. Come on you dumb bastard, suck. Suck harder and keep <br />your Goddamn fucking eyes open. I want you see the hard fat dripping <br />cock that you are sucking. Let me hear the sounds also, Dumbo."<br /><br />"Tom, why don't you pull on his ears. Maybe they'll stretch just like <br />Dumbo so that I can really call him Dumbo and mean it."<br /><br />Tom moaned, "Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Suck it, you son-of-a-bitch."<br /><br />Elton's head bobbed up and down. Up and down and he felt Sandy's hands <br />pinching the raw bloody arse cheeks. It made his cock throb and <br />dribble, but he wasn't allowed to touch himself He remembered Sandy's <br />words, 'Keep your fucking hands off yourself, bastard. Do what you're <br />supposed to be doing. Suck! If you take your hands off of me, it is <br />just like cheating me." He well remembered when Sandy had punished and <br />put her foot on top of his cock and balls while she finger frigged <br />herself, "Slurp ... Slurp ... Slurp ..."<br /><br /><a href="http://k19ilqf8o6bfc8hylzepel.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/23/104/1048917715.jpg"></a>Sandy leaned down in a squatting position so that she could better suck <br />Paul's lovely throbbing full blown cock. She admired its blackness and <br />its apparent strength. It was nice to see a real cock. She was so used <br />to seeing Elton's dangling wang that a lovely juicy hard stiff prong <br />was right up her alley. She might even like it shoved up high into her <br />cunt. Her cunt was already creaming and throbbing with hot desire. She <br />was thinking about what she was going to do to Elton. She would take <br />the hot semen, dripping that she had sucked from Paul's cock, roll it <br />around her tongue and command Elton to open up his mouth. Then she <br />would take the hot gob of sticky come and drop it in one big sticky <br />piece into Elton's open mouth. She pictured Elton's mouth like a baby <br />bird's with his mouth; wide open waiting to be fed by his mother. Sandy <br />decided that now was the time to tie Elton up.<br /><br /> She took her lips from Paul's cock and kept the great big lump of <br />dribblings in one piece. She held it at the base of her mouth and she <br />bellowed. "All right stupid, take your mouth from Tom's cock as soon as <br />he comes and don't you dare to swallow it."<br /><br />Tom grasped and pulled hard on Elton's ears. He ground his arse back <br />and forth. "Elton suck, damn you. Suck. Don't play. Take it all. I want <br />you to suck me. I'm going to come in your mouth now and I'm going to <br />hold your head down. Paul give me some help! Hold Elton down for me."<br /><br />Elton sucked furiously licking and sucking at Tom's throbbing cock. He <br />liked the taste of Tom's semen. He was afraid to tell this to Sandy as <br />she might get angry with him. "Slurp ... Slurp ... Slurp."<br /><br />Paul moved over near Tom and Elton saying, "Okay Tom. I love to watch <br />Elton making you happy. I love to see his lips encircling your <br />beautiful prong. Just imagine you're getting a virgin! Look Sandy. See <br />how beautiful Tom's cock is moving." Paul grabbed Elton's head and <br />firmly held it on Tom's cock. Elton was unable to do anything except <br />suck and suck.<br /><br />Sandy remarked, "Yes, that's right Paul! Elton has never sucked a man <br />off, much less held the man's come in his mouth. I wish you would come <br />Tom. Come baby, come. Now let me see you come."<br /><br />Tom moaned, as he ground his hips in a tighter circle. His face was a <br />beautiful contorted spasm. "Ohhhhh Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh. Lovely ... Ahhhh. <br />I'm coming. I'm really coming. Keep sucking. My cock is buried to the <br />hilt. Yes suck." Tom came. He held Elton's ears and pumped Elton's head <br />up and down over his spitting exciting coming cock. The juices sprang <br />from Tom's hot excited cock hole and struck the roof of Elton's mouth.<br /><br />As Tom stepped back, Sandy said, "All right, Elton open your mouth. <br />Open your mouth! God damn son-of-a-bitch! I told you to keep your eyes <br />open. You are a dirty mother fucker."<br /><br />Elton turned his mouth away from Paul's cock and said, "Oh honey. Oh <br />honey. I need to come. I need to come." Elton reached down to touch his <br />half-hard dribbling dangling peter.<br /><br />"Mother fucker, I told you time and time again, keep your hands off. <br />Don't cheat on me. And damnit don't swallow Tom's hot beautiful white <br />sticky sperm. Come on open your mouth. Open your mouth so that I can <br />drop Paul's load in it and mix it with Tom's."<br /><br />Elton tipped his head sideways and opened his mouth wide. He felt <br />Sandy's pursed lips above his gaping wide, sperm filled mouth. He saw <br />Sandy's lips get kissed shaped. Then with a quick motion he felt her <br />drop her hot load into his mouth. "Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. It's so hot and <br />sticky." Elton's eyes were closed.<br /><br />"Open your eyes, you son-of-a-bitch. Close your mouth, bastard and <br />swish and swirl the mixture around your mouth. Don't swallow it! Taste <br />it! Taste it! Enjoy it."<br /><br />"This is fantastic. This is wonderful." Tom murmured, "I've never seen <br />anything like this. I've never really had a scene with a woman. It is <br />fantastic. It is wonderful. It makes my cock want to get hard again."<br /><br />"Elton stop jerking off. Quick Paul, grab him. Tom you also, please."<br /><br />"Have you got the mixture up good yet? When it's good and mixed I wish <br />your master would allow you to spit the whole conglomeration into your <br />hand and jerk off with it." Paul backed up and waited for Elton to go <br />through and perform his bidding.<br /><br />Sandy commanded, "You heard him slave! He is my guest so do his <br />bidding. No nonsense now. No shit. Just do what you're told to, when <br />your told to and shut up. A slave would be seen and not heard."<br /><br />Elton put his palm that was pulled from his cock in front of his drawn <br />in puckered-up lips. His tongue pushed forward and picked up the hot <br />white sticky mixture from the base of his mouth. "Ohhhh. It tastes so <br />good. Can I keep it in my mouth a little while longer? Can I please <br />keep it a little longer?" Elton begged and pleaded with Sandy.<br /><br />Sandy resisted the urge to slap him and said, "Stupid, just spit it <br />into your hand and obey orders. Maybe I'll let you jerk off."<br /><br />Tom and Paul both had their hands firmly around Elton. They were <br />eagerly watching his every move. They were waiting to see what Sandy <br />wanted them to do with Elton. "Boy, this is great fun. Are you enjoying <br />this Elton?" asked Paul.<br /><br />"Well, I don't know. I never have done it before. Now I liked the <br />softness and hardness of Tom's prick when I was sucking it. I think he <br />is a little longer than me. At least that is the way it seems to me. I <br />think maybe Paul's prick is longer. I don't know ..."<br /><br />"Dumbo, you stupid bastard! Don't give me any of your long involved <br />explanations. Of course, both Tom's and Paul's pricks are longer than <br />yours. Was there really any doubt about this? I have never even seen <br />you with a 'prick'. I wonder if you ever had a prick. Now take that <br />love juice and rub your penis with it. I want to see you masturbate <br />yourself. Keep your fucking eyes open. If I told you once, I've told <br />you a million times, watch what you're doing!"<br /><br />Elton enjoyed hearing Sandy's voice telling him what to do. Now things <br />were all right again, because his master had told him that he could <br />play with himself. His wang rose slightly from the sound of Sandy's <br />voice. His prong throbbed and he remembered Tom's cock as he had sucked <br />on it. He reached down on his cock and started to rub it and play with <br />it.<br /><br />All three pairs of eyes were fastened on Elton. Even Bijou ambled over <br />to see what was what. Bijou took one look at the scene and trotted over <br />to Tom and began to lick Tom's arse. From the dog's actions everyone <br />except Elton, could feel the softness of Elton's wang.<br /><br />"Sandy, can I suck your cunt please? May I taste your sweet love juice? <br />I want to put my lips tightly around your beautiful spur cock and feel <br />it grow inside of my mouth."<br /><br />"No, you may not suck my pussy. I want Paul to fuck me and I want you <br />to watch. Just watch that nice black juicy cock fuck your wife. You <br />cock sucker! You bastard! Tom and Paul, please take Elton over to that <br />chair and tie him up with those rough strong ropes. Make certain that <br />he has a good view of my rug over here. I want him to see our next <br />scene so that maybe Dumbo can learn a few things. It's time we really <br />showed him the ropes."<br /><br />Paul and Tom dragged Elton to the chair and tied him securely. They <br />placed the ropes inside the ankle bracelets and pulled each leg to the <br />edge of the chair and wound the rope around the chair legs. Then they <br />took another rope and again fastened it to his wrist bracelets. Paul <br />and Tom tied each rope firmly to each arm as they had with his legs. <br />There was a strap already in the chair and they fastened this across <br />his chest. He really was well positioned. Tom pushed a button and <br />raised Elton's chair up two feet to enable Elton to view the scene <br />better.<br /><br />The chair was one of Sandy's elaborate sex toys. It had all kinds of <br />straps and binding built into its back arms and seat. It also raised up <br />and down about three feet and could even be made to lay flat as a bed.<br /><br />Elton had allowed himself to be literally picked up under the armpits <br />by Tom and Paul. He had enjoyed the feeling of them dragging him across <br />the room. It made his slippery, slimy cock start to get hard. Elton <br />still had not achieved an orgasm. He had anticipated the cold feeling <br />of the black leather seat back on his bare skin. The anticipation of <br />having to sit in a hard leather covered, high armed and straight backed <br />chair made Elton's cock become more stiff than usual. His cock in an <br />almost partial erection swayed up and down, bending at the root. <br />"Eiiiiii. Ahhhhh. Oouuuuuuuoooo."<br /><br />"Shut up Elton. Do you want us to gag you?" Sandy instructed Paul who <br />now stood on Elton's right to take the leather thongs that came out of <br />the chair arms and fasten Elton's arms with them.<br /><br />"Okay strap the arm down Paul. You do the same Tom."<br /><br />Elton screamed, "No. No, I don't want to be gagged."<br /><br />Sandy retrieved her white blood spattered whip and stood in front of <br />Elton as he was being tied. She saw his cock standing almost upright. <br />She lashed out with the riding crop catching Elton once across the base <br />of his cock and on the return stroke on the tip. "That's better. Don't <br />insult me, and shut up. Look at all that slime oozing out from your <br />cock hole. Are you sexy? Does mama make you sexy?"<br /><br />"Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oh Sandy, Oh Sandy. I want to suck your cunt."<br /><br />"No, mother fucker. No. Just keep your eyes on me and watch the fun and <br />shut up." Sandy stretched out on the floor in front of Elton. She saw <br />Paul and Tom like black and white statues standing on either side of <br />Elton. Their cocks were slimy and glistened as they worked their hands <br />up and down their gleaming rampant shafts. One black and one white. <br />"Tom! Pinch Elton's nipples while you jerk off."<br /><br />"Paul, stop jerking off and get down between my legs and fuck me in <br />front of Elton. I want to see how you do it. I want him to see a big <br />strong masculine cock fucking his wife. I want him to know that I enjoy <br />feeling your black hairy balls that are filled up with white sticky <br />heavy sperm beat against the crack of my arse cheeks."<br /><br />"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Sandy, don't let him come near you. Let me suck it for <br />you. You know how I love to suck your pussy. Don't let him fuck you. <br />Let him fuck with Tom. I want to jerk off while I suck your cunt."<br /><br />"Ha ha. You think you know what's going to happen, don't you. What <br />would you like to happen? Well I'll tell you mother fucker bastard, <br />Paul is going to fuck my cunt the way it should be fucked. He is going <br />to shove his large, hard black juicy swollen tower into my flaming red <br />hot belly. I am going to fuck him. I'm going to pump every bit of his <br />black seed from the reservoir of his balls. Just you watch and see. See <br />what you should be doing. Don't you wish you could fuck me way?"<br /><br />"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh." Elton thought to himself, 'I wish I could fuck <br />Sandy. I wish she didn't have to let that man fuck her. His cock is <br />beautiful. It is so strong and hard looking. I don't want to watch him <br />fucking my wife. I wish I wasn't tied down and that my cock was big and <br />strong like his. Maybe if I try real hard I can imagine that I am <br />fucking my wife, instead of him. What is the matter with me? Aren't I <br />her slave? Yes, I am her good slave." "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh, Sandy please <br />let me just suck your cunt. I'll do it good. I promise."<br /><br />"Oh, dry up Elton. You are beginning to sound like a broken record. <br />Can't you see this beautiful black juicy prong. Can't you see Paul <br />getting ready to fuck me. So shut up or I'll shut you up." Sandy again <br />lashed out with the whip landing it right on top of Elton's dangling <br />wang.<br /><br />Paul was like a bitch in heat only in the reverse. He put his large <br />black hands on Sandy's smooth round, and very large jugs and pulled <br />them up to his lips. He started to suck on her jugs and he could feel <br />Sandy quivering underneath him. "Tom come and join me. Let us share <br />this love together. Come and suck my cock while I nibble and suck <br />Sandy. I want to eat this baby, before I fuck her. Elton, are you <br />watching? Watch me! See what a real man can do. Your wife tastes <br />delicious."<br /><br />Tom strode over to Paul. He had been watching Paul attacking Sandy and <br />had thought that perhaps Paul's cock would be wasted only on Sandy's <br />pussy. But here was Paul asking him to come and suck his beautiful <br />prong. "Sure, Paul I love to have my lips around your lovely big tool. <br />Man, I sure love this fucking scene. Bijou get over to Elton and lick <br />him. Just enjoy it. Get with the scene Bijou. Elton, watch me fuck your <br />wife. That is what I'm going to do. I've never fucked a girl, but I <br />think while Paul is fucking Sandy, maybe I'll fuck your wife in the <br />arse hole."<br /><br />Elton groaned, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. You both are going to fuck my wife. <br />Ohhhhh. I wish that I could get my wang hard enough to fuck her. Maybe <br />shell let me suck her cunt later. Ohhhhhh."<br /><br />"Shut up Elton. Just watch the scene. Oh Paul that feels so good. How <br />did you know that I love my nipples to be licked and sucked. Oh Paul, <br />the way you kiss my neck and run your lovely thick wet tongue up my <br />neck and into my ear. It's delightful. I am anticipating your lovely <br />cock in my hot cunt hole."<br /><br />"Tom, oh Tom, you suck my cock just the right way. I love to feel your <br />tongue swirling around the head and when you put the tip of your tongue <br />into the little hole, it drives me crazy. I am licking Sandy's neck now <br />and I can feel her twisting body underneath me. She is like a hot coal <br />burning with desire. Can you feel her heat? Reach your hand out and <br />touch her arse."<br /><br />Tom reached out and put his hand between Sandy's arse cheeks. He really <br />had never fooled around much with women as it wasn't his specialty. But <br />Sandy felt good to him. He ran his finger tip around and around her <br />brown rimmed arse hole. He could feel her quivering and she was so hot <br />to his touch. He dug his other hand in Paul's groin and moved his mouth <br />quickly back and forth and around Paul's now very swollen hot know. He <br />thought to himself in his typical manner, 'Maybe I can suck him off <br />before he can fuck Sandy." Tom really wanted to eat all of Paul's <br />delicious tasting juice. 'Why should it be wasted inside a cunt?'<br /><br />Elton continued to watch and groan, "Ohhhhh."<br /><br />Sandy said, as though reading Tom's mind, "I am going to let Elton suck <br />my cunt after Paul drops his hot load deep into my belly. Elton can you <br />see me? Look at me Elton. Open your fucking eyes! Can you see these two <br />beautiful pricks? They are both mind. Don't you wish you could be a <br />real man? But I guess there is no hope of your wang ever becoming a <br />real wang."<br /><br />Sandy felt Paul's hot lips sucking her body. It was as though he was <br />eating her alive. His huge black creamy tongue flicked back and forth <br />finding every crevice and tender sensitive spot in her body. She was in <br />ecstasy and this was her night. "Ohhh Paul, Tom ... you are both so <br />wonderful. Tom I can see your lips and mouth completely engulfing <br />Paul's phallus deep inside of your throat. I can see by your eyes that <br />have become narrow slits that you are really digging his hard delicious <br />juicy prong. Suck Tom. Suck! Oh Paul ... Please fuck me, fuck me."<br /><br />Paul said, "Not yet baby. Let me lick you some more. I want to really <br />eat every part of you. I want to drink your piss. Please lay back and <br />enjoy baby. I'm glad you dig watching Tom suck me, because soon I'm <br />going to take my throb engine and plough it in you so deep that you'll <br />scream for me to stop. Look at Elton's face. That bastard no good <br />husband of yours has shut his fucking eyes again. What is with him?"<br /><br />Sandy leaned back and flicked a switch lowering Elton almost to the <br />ground. Grabbing her whip she began to beat him. She was so angry that <br />she did not listen to his screams. "How dare you make one of my guests <br />angry? You are my slave and you know that you are here to please me and <br />to please my guests."<br /><br />Elton whimpered, "I'll be good. Ohhhh. Please don't whip me. Let me <br />suck your cunt. Stop this fucking. I can suck you ..."<br /><br />"Shut up bastard. I want to fuck these beautiful cocks. What's with <br />you? Are you dizzy in the head or something. Keep those fucking eyes <br />open. Just watch Tom and Paul use their beautiful tools on me." She <br />lashed out once again with the whip and it landed right across his <br />balls.<br /><br />Elton moaned, "Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh." Secretly though, he felt his wang <br />growing each time Sandy shouted at him. He was beginning to enjoy the <br />scene and his ears had really perked up when he heard Sandy mention <br />that Elton was to be allowed to suck her pussy. Elton felt that he had <br />better keep his eyes glued to his wife's pussy while it was being <br />fucked so that he would not miss the chance to suck her lovely cunt. He <br />remembered the delicious taste of Tom's juicy cock when he had pumped <br />it dry. The taste had been delicious and he wondered if Paul's flavor <br />was the same.<br /><br />Tom continued to suck Paul's swollen rod and play with Sandy's arse <br />hole. He thought about jamming his rod into her tight arse and decided <br />that maybe it would be just the right size. He always liked small tight <br />holes because they could really squeeze and grasped and suction all of <br />his cock to a complete satisfying finish. Lifting his head from Paul's <br />cock, he said. "Oh Paul, you have such a delicious tool, but I would <br />like very much to fuck Sandy in the arse. Would you mind! I really <br />don't want to offend you because you know how much I love to suck you <br />off."<br /><br />Paul stopped sucking Sandy's tits. They had become swollen from his <br />kisses and you could see tiny bluish marks running up each side of her <br />neck and all around her beautiful white mounds. The nipples had been <br />stretched and pulled taut and were standing very erect. They were <br />almost begging to be sucked. "Tom! I dig you fucking Sandy in the arse. <br />Man, I just dig that scene. Do you mind if I join the action and I'll <br />get my hot hard prick inside of her inflaming trench and maybe if we <br />both push hard enough we can feel the tips of our cocks through the <br />thin membrane separating the anus from the vagina.<br /><br />"Elton, open your eyes and feast upon the three of us now. Just watch <br />what you are missing. If you are good, I'll let you suck my cunt out. <br />Bijou come over here. I want to see Elton suck your raw meat cock while <br />I'm being fucked. That's a good boy Bijou." Sandy rolled to her side to <br />allow Tom to start the action.<br /><br />Tom's cock was swollen and ready to burst. The veins were rushing the <br />blood to its very head and the knob was swollen and extended. He took a <br />big gob of Paul's sperm from his mouth, where he had been saving it, <br />and put it on his hard anxious prong. His probing fingers opened up <br />Sandy's brown rimmed arse hole. He placed the tip of his cock against <br /><a href="http://n11r1dhhtgnxpc31kg8yk.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/30/290/290682003.jpg"></a> the rim and began to push it in and out. At first only the very end of <br />it would go in. He was afraid maybe Sandy wouldn't be able to take it. <br />He worked the tip in and out until her arse seemed to open up and beg <br />him to jam his tool deep within her. He buried it deeply within her <br />arse and he could feel her muscles squeezing and teasing his complete <br />prong. She had somehow managed to engulf it to the hilt and he was <br />enjoying all of the sensations. "Oh Sandy, this Is so exciting. Are you <br />enjoying it?"<br /><br />"Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh." Elton had been watching Tom shove his eight inch <br />prick deep inside of his wife's arse hole. He envied every inch of <br />Tom's beautiful cock. He wished that it was his broken down wang that <br />was ramming and jamming itself inside of his wife.<br /><br />"Tom, your cock is so delicious. It feels so good. Do you like the way <br />I move my arse back and forth on it? Is it all really inside of me? <br />Elton are you seeing this? I'm being fucked in the arse with a large <br />wonderful cock. Now watch what Paul is going to do. Can you see Elton? <br />Answer me dummy! Answer me when I speak to you!"<br /><br />"Yes! Yes Sandy. I see you. Please may I suck you? Please may I suck <br />..."<br /><br />"Shut up. That's enough lip you Goddamn no good bastard. Paul where are <br />you? Please fuck me now Paul. Drive your beautiful ten inch prick home. <br />Now?"<br /><br />Paul was ready and willing. He sandwiched himself up against Sandy and <br />threw one leg over Tom's arse. "You don't mind, do you Tom?" He didn't <br />wait for an answer, but drove his swollen prod deep inside of Sandy's <br />waiting hot dripping wet love hole. He wanted to try and reach up to <br />her mouth with his prong, so that she could taste it.<br /><br />Bijou padded over to the scene. His large round low hung balls swung in <br />the air and his red raw meat prong was growing larger. He stood over <br />Sandy's face and waited for Sandy to begin to suck him. He knew that <br />she wanted to suck him.<br /><br />Elton thought to himself, 'She sucks the dog and she won't even touch <br />me. She let's Tom fuck her in the arse and she won't let my wang near <br />her arse. She let's Paul fuck her pussy till it's all beat up and I <br />never get my prong near it. Oh, well I am her slave, her one and only <br />slave. I can suck her cunt. Maybe she'll even let me hold my wang and <br />jerk it off?'<br /><br />Tom was humping Sandy's arse and the beating of the two cocks inside of <br />her made Sandy bounce back and forth between them. Tom felt Sandy's <br />quivering arse hole pinch the end of his rampant engine. The driving of <br />Tom's cock made the sexual pressure in his balls build up till he <br />hollered, "I'm coming. Can you feel the squirting sperm through the <br />thin membrane that separates us Paul?"<br /><br />Paul responded, "Yes! Yes! I can feel the throbbing of the head of your <br />cock. Keep coming. Keep coming. Do you like to watch your wife being <br />buggered and fucked in front of you?" Paul kept up a running commentary <br />on the staccato spasms that Tom sent through to him.<br /><br />Sandy felt her spur cock being crushed up against the hairy base of <br />Paul's throbbing and convulsing prong. Her little man was stiff as a <br />poker and the entire length of it was sensitized. Every movement made <br />Sandy scream out her ecstasy in obscenities. "Fuck. Cunt. Prick. Arse <br />hole. Bastard. Do you like what you see Elton? Isn't it juicy to watch <br />and see me being done in by these two beautiful studs? When they are <br />done I'm going to make you suck me out. Do you hear that you bastard? I <br />really want to make you crawl. Crawl over and suck my arse hole out <br />also. Hear me, you bastard? Open your eyes and look you filthy swine <br />lowlife!"<br /><br />Elton shuddered and opened his eyes to the sight of his keepers in the <br />throws of a wracking orgasm. He moaned, "Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Please let me <br />suck your arse hole. I want to taste Tom's come as it drips out." Elton <br />strained forward against his bonds. He felt the rough ropes cut against <br />his flesh and it made his cock attain a full erection.<br /><br />Bijou continued to lap at Elton's cock head and swipe his rough tongue <br />across Elton's balls. Elton cried out, "I'm going to come! I'm going to <br />come Sandy! Please let me come."<br /><br />Just as the first beads of semen made themselves visible at the top of <br />Elton's cock he felt the stinging bit of her riding crop across the <br />inflamed knob. His red tool shriveled to it's normal condition just as <br />she felt her own torrents of love gush out and surround Paul's <br />ploughing driving, prong. The juice saturated the black bushy down on <br />Paul's pubic mound. "Iiiiieiiie."<br /><br />Sandy started to scream. "Eiiiiii. Ahhhhhh. Eieieieieieieieieiei." The <br />sound became louder and louder. "Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh. Errrrrr. Ahhhhh." She <br />felt Paul turn his head away because she knew that she was screaming <br />uncontrolled in his ear. She felt Paul's body quiver, jerk and twist as <br />he ground his prong into her very stiff spur cock.<br /><br />"OhhhhhOHHHHHHHHH ..."<br /><br />She felt Tom's orgasm coming again. He was fantastic. Two in a row. <br />Wow! She also thought of Elton and said, "Are you watching you bastard? <br />Are you watching? I'm going to clench my arse cheeks and cunt together <br />and hold all this delicious come inside of me so that I can make you <br />suck and lick every bit of the drippings from my hot sex holes."<br /><br />Quickly she pushed Tom and Paul away from her. She slapped her right <br />hand over her inflamed gaping red gash to hold the come up inside of <br />herself. She clenched her arse cheeks in a spasm and held the juice <br />from dripping out of the arse hole and down her legs. "Untie him! Untie <br />that dirty mother fucker. Now is the time. Paul, free the bastard. Tom, <br />please help him. Can't you see if I move, all of your splendid <br />drippings will drop out of my body and we'll cheat my slave from his <br />pleasure."<br /><br />Tom and Paul quickly untied Elton and laid him on the ground flat <br />waiting for Sandy's juices. Tom held Elton's arms above his head. Paul <br />sat on Elton's stomach. His cock almost reached Elton's chin. He <br />reached in back and grabbed Elton's balls and pushed downwards. He <br />twisted at the same time.<br /><br />Sandy hovered over Elton with her hand still clutching her fiery <br />burning red trench closed. She squatted downwards and pressed her slimy <br />brown arse hole up against Elton's pursed and already sucking lips. <br />"Suck Elton. Suck. Suck all of Tom's sperm out of my arse hole. You're <br />my slave."<br /><br />She felt his lips encircling the sphincter muscle; and his tongue <br />darted in and out of its tight circle. Sandy moaned, "That's good ... <br />that's good. Clean it up, you bastard!" She strained herself and let <br />loose a gigantic fart and she felt Elton breathe and suck everything <br />inward. Sandy exclaimed. "Ah, that cleans the tubes out good. This is a <br />good ream job. Ohhhhh."<br /><br />Tom and Paul pressed Elton even tighter to the floor as Sandy reversed <br />her position and moved forward. She placed her gaping wet red split on <br />Elton's slippery come wet face.<br /><br />Sandy started to move her sopping wet cunt that was dripping with <br />Paul's sperm up and down and across Elton's face. She felt his <br />clutching searching, sucking lips brush all over her slippery slimy <br />crotch. The gyrating arse and cunt that Sandy had pressed all over <br />Elton's face suddenly centered itself over Elton's sucking open mouth. <br />She felt his tongue dart inside against her labia majora and inner <br />lips. His stroking tongue brought out another torrent of her sweet love <br />juice. This also mixed with Paul's sperm and was immediately driven <br />down Elton's throat.<br /><br />Sandy moaned, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. It feels so good to drop my whole <br />pussy full into my slave's mouth. I can feel my spur cock. It is about <br />ready to explode. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh."<br /><br />Elton opened his mouth wider and sucked all the delicious hot dripping <br />juices out of his mistresses love hole. He caught every single drop in <br />his mouth savoring the individual taste. He could first taste the semen <br />of Tom when Sandy had allowed Elton to suck her arse. Then he tasted <br />Paul's mixture on top of Tom's. It was delightful. He could feel <br />Sandy's spur cock still growing under his nibbling and sucking. His <br />tongue swirled up and down the entire length of her gash. He nibbled at <br />the base and head of her inflamed spur cock. He felt her grind and <br />heard her moans. He knew that now his time had come to please her.<br /><br />Elton felt Paul's hand come away from his tortured balls and grasp his <br />dripping wet, half-hard wang. Elton wished that he could tell Paul to <br />slide his hand up and down more quickly and not let his scum dry up. He <br />couldn't talk, because he knew now that it was almost time for Sandy to <br />drop her load into his waiting sucking mouth.<br /><br />"Let me feel your tits and squeeze your nipples while you grind away <br />against Elton's mouth. I've never squeezed a woman's tits before Sandy <br />and the thought excites me. I hope you don't mind my experimenting," <br />Tom whispered. It was as if Tom was so hot and horny that his vocal <br />cords only allowed him to whisper. "Please. Please Sandy?"<br /><br />Sandy nodded her head, 'yes" and also grabbed Tom's nipples between her <br />fingers. She ground her arse even harder against Elton's sucking mouth. <br />Sandy moaned, "Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. I'm coming. I'm coming. I feet like <br />I'm out of this world. Like I am floating in a blue sky spread-eagle <br />and in limbo. It's wonderful. Keep sucking Elton. You have the right <br />spot. Just don't let go."<br /><br />Paul bent forward and nipped at Sandy's full blown moving buttocks. His <br />sharp teeth caught minute quantities between them and bit. He knew this <br />slight pain would make Sandy spend even harder.<br /><br />Sandy cried out, "Ohhhhhh. Errrrrrr."<br /><br />Elton responded to Sandy's cries by sucking and nipping more furiously <br />at Sandy's dripping gaping hot gash and Paul's nips that drew blood <br />from her backside intensified the fantastic feeling that was making her <br />vibrate.<br /><br />Her head spun and the thought of Tom's almost virgin hands, pinching <br />and plucking at her nipples made Sandy throw her head back and scream, <br />"Ahhhhhhh. Shit! Ouuuuuuu. Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, hit the spot. <br />Ohhhhhh."<br /><br />Paul bellowed, "Go baby! Go!"<br /><br />Sandy screamed louder, "Ohhhhh. I'm spilling my guts. This is the <br />fucking killer. Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"<br /><br />Tom screeched, "Come Sandy! Come! Come! Come! Come!"<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhh. I'm coming. That's it. I've spilled my guts. I've dropped my <br />load. Come on you mother fucker suck my cunt out. Clean it up. Get <br />every drop. Here, this will help wash it down."<br /><br />Elton felt Sandy let loose a torrent of very hot yellow piss. He tried <br />to pull his head away and he begged for a moment, "No. No. No ..."<br /><br />"Shut up bastard! Just drink me. Paul, Tom hold him down. Hold this <br />mother fucker down so I can piss in his mouth. Shit, bastard, son-of-a-<br />no good bitch. Now, I've got you."<br /><br />Tom and Paul held the bucking Elton to the ground. They knew he wanted <br />to escape their grip, but it was three against one.<br /><br />Elton's body bucked harder and then his fighting stopped when Sandy <br />commanded him to drink.<br /><br />Sandy pissed in a never ending hot stream while Elton's working sucking <br />mouth swallowed and gobbled at her cunt. It felt so good to be <br />completely satisfied.<br /><br />Elton felt the stream of urine trickle to a stop and then spurt one or <br />two times. It was a good thing that very little ran down his cheeks and <br />onto his chin, because he knew that Sandy would not like that to <br />happen. Elton's cock beat against his belly. He was a feather's touch <br />away from an orgasm and he wished that Sandy would allow him to go to <br />the bathroom and jerk off.<br /><br />Paul and Tom climbed off of Elton's prostrate and naked helpless body. <br />Sandy ground out the last spasms of her orgasm on Elton's mouth. She <br />allowed Elton to lie on the floor between her spread legs as she stood <br />above him.<br /><br />Elton begged, "Sandy, can I go to the toilet now? I must piss."<br /><br />"You dirty bastard. You just want to go there and jerk off and cheat <br />me. I know where your fucking head is at. I'm going to be good to you <br />though. I'm going to reward you. You have my permission to jerk off <br />right here. We all want to see how you do it. Mind you now, make <br />certain that you catch every drop as it shoots out of your cock and <br />make sure that your mouth is open so that nothing gets on the rug. If <br />anything gets on the rug I'm going to chain you up on the wall and go <br />out. Start now!"<br /><br />Elton grabbed his meat in his right hand. His fist slid up and down the <br />length of his shaft once or twice. His eyes were open and his mouth <br />hovered over his bursting cock head. Elton felt very nervous. He had <br />never come in front of an audience. He felt his cock start to die and <br />shrivel so he began to whip harder at it.<br /><br />"Go man. Go! Beat that meat! Come on Elton. Let's see you shoot your <br />load!" Paul's word seemed to bolster Elton's flagging strokes.<br /><br />"Oh, I can see your good at this Elton. I'm going to let you jerk Bijou <br />off when you take care of him. That is, after you feed and walk him. <br />Your lovely wife, Sandy can give you instructions later. Right now I <br />want to see you squirt your jism into your own mouth and swallow it!"<br /><br />"Son-of-a-bitch! Dirty bastard! Cunt lapper! Arse sucker! Cock sucker! <br />Catch it all! Don't miss a drop!"<br /><br />"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh." Elton groaned through his open mouth. Sandy had <br />commanded him to catch every drop. He felt the semen well up in his <br />balls and in his very raw red excited cock. A little squirt. Then a big <br />squirt. Then two in a series. The spasms came long and hard. It was as <br />if Elton's cock was gulping up from his balls and spitting out every <br />bit that his twisted balls contained. "Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhh."<br /><br />The semen struck his face lips and roof of his mouth. It was hot, white <br />and very sticky.<br /><br />"In the mouth, bastard. You missed," and she rubbed Elton's hand on his <br />face. The sperm was slippery, but Elton like the feeling of it being <br />smeared around by Sandy.<br /><br />"Well Elton, you didn't get it all so this is what I want you to do. <br />Paul and Tom are going to take me out for a night on the town. I want <br />you to wrap all the food up and store it in the freezer."<br /><br />Tom and Paul were dressing while Sandy continued to instruct Elton on <br />his duties.<br /><br />"After you have completed the wrapping up of the food and stored it in <br />the freezer, you may vacuum the rug. Clean the kitchen. Wash the pots <br />and pans and take out the garbage. Do anything else that is needed to <br />get this house back into ship-shape condition. When you are done with <br />that, lock the house and drop the key back into the mail box. You know <br />that you are not allowed to have a key, so don't dare to forget and <br />keep my key overnight. Do you hear me Elton? Do you understand stupid?"<br /><br />"Yes dear. Shall I use tin foil, waxed paper or Saran wrap? You know <br />dear, each different food should be wrapped in a different material."<br /><br />"Oh Elton, read the Goddamn instructions. Just do as I command you. <br />We're leaving now. I'll call you at home and you had better be there <br />later. Good night honey!"<br /><br />Tom, Paul and Sandy left, leaving Elton alone in his wife, Sandy's <br />apartment. He looked at the mountain of work which lay before and <br />muttered out loud, "Oh, my darling Sandy, how much I love you. I am <br />your slave forever."<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 6<br /><br /><br />Elton folded the wrinkled brown paper sack into four quarters. In <br />amongst one of the quarters was a twelve inch square piece of heavy <br />plastic wrapping material and a twelve inch piece of much used wrinkled <br />tin foil. He sighed a sigh of almost exhaustion and the exhalation made <br />his shoulders droop forward. His spectacles hung from one ear and <br />rested on his shoulder. His eyes were green blue, watery and tired. <br />Elton licked his dry lips that were not red. They had a purplish look <br />to them; like the lips of a cardiac patient. He sucked his cheeks <br />inward and the vacuum pulled his dental plates firmly up against his <br />bare gums. The sucking sound let him know that they were now seated <br />properly. His tongue moved in his dry feeling mouth and guided the <br />small bits and particles of the food he had just eaten towards his <br />gullet. He mused to himself. 'Gee. I wonder why Sandy hasn't called me. <br />After all, we are married. I can't understand why she calls me an old <br />maid or an old lady. I know I label everything and I'm very particular <br />about my purchases. I buy the best and I don't throw my money away. I <br />can't understand why she won't let me fuck her. I know I could get <br />hard, but every time something starts to happen she screams at me. It's <br />funny, but it makes me hard and then for some reason it starts to die. <br />I can't understand it. Oh, why doesn't she phone me?" Elton continued <br />to suck at his dentures. There was no place that he could really pace <br />back and forth so he kept brushing a strand of his hair back into <br />place. His eyes dragged on the floor and he felt his shoes scuff <br />against the pavement. His hands were in his pockets and he walked <br />forward with dejected resolution. 'God, it sure costs money. It's all <br />right, I love her.'<br /><br />As he walked into the large office he remarked to his secretary, "It <br />sure is a beautiful day, today. I hope it doesn't rain, because if it <br />rains, I'll get wet. I left my umbrella home the other day when it <br />rained and I forgot to bring the spare one back here again."<br /><br />"Oh, Mr. Silver, you're always spoofing me," as she turned and gritted <br />her teeth. She muttered under her breath, 'He is the dumbest, most <br />impossible son-of-a-bitch and the biggest pain in the neck that I have <br />ever met. He deserves to eat shit. How I had the rotten luck to be his <br />secretary, I'll never know.'<br /><br />The five o'clock quitting bell jangled at Elton's thoughts. He realized <br />that the afternoon had flown. 'I must have daydreamed the entire <br />afternoon away. I wonder if I dare to call Sandy. She only lives a few <br />blocks from here. No, I'd better not, if I did she would only get very <br />angry and I love her. I love her and that is why I do everything she <br />says I should do."<br /><br />Elton looked out the window and saw that it was not raining. He clocked <br />out and walked towards the subway, still dragging his feet. The ride <br />would be hot and he tugged at his tightly drawn up tie and loosened it <br />on his collar. The beads of perspiration formed on his brow as he went <br />down into the subway hole. He was unaware of the dankness of the air. <br />His thoughts flashed always to Sandy ... her lovely gaping pussy. 'Oh, <br />if she'd only let me suck her pussy. I wish she would phone me.'<br /><br />He allowed himself to be jousted into one of the steaming crowded <br />subway cars and four stops later, when the train ground to a halt, the <br />crowd ejected him onto the subway platform. He climbed the steps, with <br />the paper under his arm and hoped fervently that his wife Sandy would <br />call him tonight.<br /><br />He picked up the same kind of TV dinner that he always bought. The <br />supermarket was the same. Nothing changed. Elton walked, looked <br />downwards and thought.<br /><br />For some reason or other it seem like the TV dinner cooked very <br />quickly. Elton gulped it down, licked his fingers, sucked at his teeth <br />and laid down to rest.<br /><br />Elton's floating dream of Sandy was interrupted by the ringing of the <br />telephone. Elton got up, looked at his watch and remarked out loud, <br />"Gosh it's two o'clock in the morning." His heart began to beat faster <br />and his breathing was heavy with anticipation. Sometimes, Sandy called <br />him at odd hours.<br /><br />Elton picked up the phone and said, "Hello."<br /><br />"Elton!"<br /><br /> Elton's heart leaped. It was his wife. It was his love ... "Yes dear."<br /><br /> "You God damn son-of-a-bitch. You bastard. What took you so long?"<br /><br /> "But dear ..."<br /><br /> "Oh, Elton shut up and listen to me. Dumbo, are you listening to me?"<br /><br /> Elton felt his peter rise as Sandy berated him.<br /><br /> "Elton, are you listening Dumbo?"<br /><br /> "Yes, dear."<br /><br /> "Now listen, Elton. Put your clothes on. Get down and get a taxi and <br />come over to Susan's house. You have the address on your memo pad. Get <br />your arse into gear. Elton! Are you listening to me?<br /><br />"Yes dear. I was listening to you, but this taxi ..."<br /><br />"Dumbo, do you or don't you want to see me? Now get the lead out of <br />your pants and move. I expect you here in less than an hour. Do you <br />understand Dumbo? You remember don't you dear, what happens when you <br />are late or don't listen to me?"<br /><br />"Okay dear. I'm coming right now. Goodbye."<br /><br />Sandy banged down the receiver and turned to her girl friend and <br />lovemate Susan. "When the Dumbo gets over here we'll throw this flour <br />sack over his head and tie him to the bed post. Then we'll strip his <br />clothes off of him and poke at him lightly. I want him to watch how <br />beautifully I suck you off. Do you suppose that Jim and Pete could come <br />down later and fuck my pussy, make me scream and fill me up with their <br />hot wet sperm. You know the two black studs. I think they are groovy. <br />They have such fierce cocks. Susan, do you remember when you were <br />kissing me while Peter had his cock in my cunt and Jim ripped my arse <br />hole?"<br /><br />"Let me call them now and set it up for later." Susan wore long mid-<br />thigh length red fisherman net stockings. Her flat shoes were severe in <br />cut and design. She sat almost nude on a brown maple colored stool. Her <br />nude buttocks and milk white flesh made the black garter belt that she <br />wore stand out. She hiked her left leg up and hooked her heel on the <br />edge of her seat exposing her almost hairless pink tinted slot.<br /><br />Susan's breasts were full and hard. Her pink aureoles made her firm <br />large boobs seem larger than they really were. She had a way of smiling <br />a question. Susan dialed a number, sat back and listened to the phone <br />ring at the other end.<br /><br />Sandy could not resist the pink trench that Susan without words had <br />asked her to suck. Sandy fell to her knees and licked her lips. She <br />pointed her tongue and placed her lips inside of Susan's inviting hot <br />trench.<br /><br />"Hello, Pete. Is Jim around?" Susan felt her cunt being sucked.<br /><br />"Oh, he is. Wonderful." Susan continued to push her cunt against <br />Sandy's nibbling, chewing lips.<br /><br />"Would you boys like to do me a favor tonight. My girl friend, Sandy is <br />here ..."<br /><br />"Yes, yes. That's right. The one you both fucked last week. Anyway, <br />come on down in about an hour. Walk big and tall. Fuck her good, fill <br />her up and then we'll make her husband suck your drippings from her <br />cunt while he is chained or tied to a bedpost."<br /><br />"Good, I'm glad it appeals to you. I'll see you both in about an hour. <br />Bye."<br /><br />Susan pushed Sandy's head away from her glistening pussy and said, <br />"Later, baby later. Tell me about your new husband Elton. What's he <br />like, etc."<br /><br />Sandy started at the very beginning and by the time she got through <br />with how she had met Elton, the doorman called up and said that a Mr. <br />Silver was downstairs and calling.<br /><br />There was a gentle wrapping at Susan's door and Sandy got the flour <br />sack ready to throw over Elton's head.<br /><br />Susan opened the door and Elton stepped in. Before he could say a word, <br />Sandy threw the flour sack over his head. Susan tripped and threw Elton <br />to the floor at the same moment. Before Elton knew what was happening <br />he was blindfolded and his hands were tied in back of him to a hard <br />object.<br /><br />Susan quickly closed the door and said, "Gee, Sandy, it worked just as <br />you had planned. Now let's get his clothes off. I want to see what this <br />mother fucker looks like."<br /><br />"But ... why are you doing this? Why are you doing this? Oh, Sandy, I <br />love you. I love you ... I ..."<br /><br />"Shut up Elton! I see you still haven't learned, Dumbo! When will you <br />ever learn to shut your fucking mouth? Come on Susan, get his pants off <br />and I'll remove the flour sack. He knows what will happen if he moves <br />or resists me. Besides I want him to watch us loving each other. I want <br />him to see me when I get fucked or when I get on my knees and suck your <br />delicious hot cunt. Where are your dildos, Susan? Please, would you <br />mind getting them?"<br /><br />"Oh Sandy, I missed you. Why didn't you call me. I really miss ..."<br /><br />"Dry up Elton. Don't bother me or interrupt me while I'm getting <br />undressed. It is nice to see you, but you don't have to yaki-yak about <br />it. Now if you want to stay, shut up!"<br /><br />Elton looked fondly at Sandy and felt his wang growing at the sound of <br />her commanding voice. "Yes Sandy, I want to watch you. Can I please <br />suck your cunt later?"<br /><br />"Elton, if you obey me and watch everything with your eyes wide open <br />dumbo, then maybe I'll let you suck my cunt. Until then, shut up."<br /><br />Susan returned to the living room with the dildos. She carried three <br />large rubber helpers lovingly in her hands and some good strong rough <br />lengths of ropes. "Sandy, I brought this rope too. Is this what you <br />wanted, honey?"<br /><br />Sandy took the ropes and started tying Elton to the bed post. She <br />reversed his position by taking his hands in front of him. She drew the <br />rough rope across his back, directly under his armpits and across his <br />chest. "Susan, notice how I've left his back exposed. We'll be able to <br />lash him with this extra length of rope. Oh, I see you brought three <br />dildos. I know; naughty you. I know what you want to do with the third <br />dildo and I quite agree that Elton's arse hole is just about the right <br />size."<br /><br />"Oh, Sandy, could we really? I'd love to make that scene with you my <br />darling beloved. Oh Sandy, my cunt is so hot. I want your sweet lips to <br />touch me. I want you to eat me. My juice is dripping now from when you <br />were sucking me while I was talking on the phone with Pete. Let's love <br />a little before they arrive."<br /><br />Elton looked at both beautiful ladies and then at the dildos. His wang <br />was growing with anticipation. He recognized the look on Sandy's face <br />and hope he had read her thoughts right. His arse hole began to itch <br />with desire, as he thought. 'Maybe Sandy would let him have a fat juicy <br />dildo up inside of me." This would be the first time Sandy had ever <br />played with him. The first time he had been allowed to join in. How <br />much he loved her. The ropes were tight and he tried to reach down and <br />touch his growing wang. He was almost able to reach it. He could see <br />the liquid begin to ooze out of his urine hole. He was burning with <br />fire and desire. "Sandy, I love you. Sandy, I love you. I love ..."<br /><br />"God damn bastard! Shut up! We've just begun to make our scene and we <br />don't want no shit, or any interruptions from you dodo. Do you <br />understand?" To emphasize her speech Sandy took the rope in her right <br />hand and lashed out at Elton's back. She caught him across the <br />buttocks. She raised the rope again and again until the blood began to <br />show in the red welts on his arse.<br /><br />"Aooooooo. Ohhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhh. All right Sandy, I promise I'll <br />shut up."<br /><br />Susan had been watching with much excitement as Sandy beat Elton. Her <br />cunt was itching, creaming and squeezing with the thought of Sandy's <br />flicking her tongue back and forth over her little man in the boat. <br />"Sandy come here darling. Suck me darling. Eat my cunt. Let me feel <br />your globes. Let me suck your titties and bite them gently."<br /><br />Sandy sank to the floor beside her female lover drinking in the <br />beautiful sight of her stretched out on the floor. Susan's legs were <br />invitingly wide spread. Susan's cunt was pink lipped, covered with <br />black down and her pussy lips parted slightly in invitation. "Susan my <br />love, let me put a dildo in your cunt and suck your beautiful clit." <br />Sandy spit a gob of spit onto her hand and rubbed it onto the end of <br />the dildo. She began to push the large skin colored dildo back and <br />forth in Susan's creamy hot cunt. She leaned over Susan, dog fashion <br />and began to lick Susan's pubic hair as her hand moved the dildo in and <br />out of the flaming hot trench.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhhh Sandy. Your arse hole looks so good to me," moaned Elton.<br /><br />Elton had been watching the two girls. He had never seen Sandy make it <br />with another girl and he really dug watching them together. His eyes <br />were wide open, staring at them both. He wished it was him shoving the <br />dildo back and forth and sucking his wife's cunt. He knew when he <br />should not speak. He was beginning to learn. He could feel the marks <br />smarting where Sandy had whipped him with the rough ropes. He was <br />beginning to really learn. He would be very quiet and just watch.<br /><br />Susan could feel Sandy's hot lips nipping and sucking at her clitoris. <br />She pulled Sandy's cunt down to her lips and felt her spur cock. She <br />loved this spur cock. Many times Sandy would rub this spur cock up <br />against her own clitoris and she would melt with ecstasy. The thought <br />of this made Susan's pussy cream and drip down her arse cheeks. She <br />thought, 'If only Sandy hadn't married fucko!" She took the dildo in <br />her hand and fiercely shoved it high up into Sandy's cunt. "You bitch, <br />Sandy. You really are a bitch. Can you feel the dildo, darling? I hope <br />you feel it good. If you only hadn't married fucko. Didn't I treat you <br />good? Wasn't I good for you? No, you had to go and marry a no good <br />bastard."<br /><br />"Susan, careful with that dildo. I love it, but don't jam it up to my <br />mouth. You know I love you; and you only, will I truly love. I don't <br />know what came over me, but I just couldn't resist having my very own <br />male slave. You know that Elton is nothing to me. You really are my <br />very own true love. Elton just does the dishes, takes out the garbage, <br />rubs my feet and cleans the house. You know he can't even get a hard <br />on. You know he has never even fucked me. I promise; you will always be <br />my very own true love. In fact, why don't you come to live with me. <br />Think about it and we'll discuss it with Elton after we finish this <br />scene. Right now, let me love you. Let me suck your beautiful cunt. Oh, <br />that dildo feels so good. How do you like my kissing you? Do I have the <br />right spot?"<br /><br />Susan groaned, "Ohhhhhhhhh. Suck my darling. Suck me. Suck me. Don't <br />stop. I love the feel of your voluptuous lips on my hot clitoris. <br />Ohhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh."<br /><br />Elton had been listening to the conversation and finally he was able to <br />understand why Sandy had never let him fuck her. She was not the kind <br />of a girl who should ever marry. She was a strong willed woman. That is <br />why she wouldn't let him get a hard on. Well, maybe they would be able <br />to work something out. He didn't care as long as he would be given the <br />chance to wait on his wife Sandy and do her bidding. Maybe he could <br />talk Sandy somehow into letting Susan come and live with them? Then <br />Sandy would be content and he Elton, would be happy because his wife <br />was happy and satisfied.<br /><br />"Susan, yes, yes," hissed Sandy. "I'm going to come and I don't want <br />to. Please, please. Let's shove the dildo up Elton's brown arse hole?"<br /><br />"Yes, yes, Sandy my love. Let the bastard get fucked in the arse. Ha <br />ha! I see what you mean. Just suck me until I come. I want to come now. <br />Can you feel my pussy creaming and OHHHHHHH. I'm coming ... Suck <br />harder. I'm coming! Ohhhhhh. Baby ... What you do to me! Ohhhhhhhh."<br /><br />Sandy nipped, sucked and bit harder. She could feel Susan's writhing <br />body twist and turn under her moving hot lips. She didn't let go for a <br />moment and brought her true love to a rapid climax.<br /><br />They both rose together, arms linked and walked happily over towards <br />Elton. "Elton, you mother fucker. You bastard! Did you see my love? Did <br />you see the way I love her? Did you see the way I sucked her cunt? I <br />love Susan. I love her better than anything or anybody in the whole <br />wide world. Bastard! Cock sucker!" Sandy cursed Elton up and down. "All <br />right, Susan my love you can have the pleasure of putting your dildo up <br />Elton's arse hole first. Give it to him good. He deserves it. I love <br />you Susan."<br /><br />Susan took the dripping wet dildo from her cunt, smiled and said, "Bend <br />over more Elton. No stupid. Move your arse. I want to put this <br />delicious dildo that has been fucking my cunt into your sexy looking <br />arse hole. Yes, that's better." Susan shoved the tip of the dildo into <br />Elton's brown rimmed asshole. She felt Elton grind his hips down on the <br />tip of the dildo.<br /><br />Elton enjoyed the sensation of having the dildo up in his arse. He <br />remembered the time Tom's dog Bijou had fucked him in the arse hole. <br />This was the real thing. A lovely juicy cock for him to enjoy. He had <br />been dreaming about this and hoping that Sandy would give him this <br />great pleasure. All of a sudden, Elton pumped and ground his arse in <br />such a way that the entire dildo was engulfed. "Ohhhhh. Errrrrr. It's <br />wonderful."<br /><br />"Elton, look what you've done. You've taken the whole dildo. Sandy look <br />at this. The dildo is all the way up tightly into Elton's grinding, <br />twisting arse. He has somehow sucked it up. Look at him swing on it! <br />His cock is even getting hard!"<br /><br />Both girls looked with amazement at Elton. Yes, his cock really was <br />getting a hard on. Sandy grabbed the rope and lashed out saying, <br />"Stupid wipe that grin from your face and lose your hard on. This is <br />not the time for nonsense. I didn't give you permission for that yet." <br />She whipped him across the head of his cock and saw it go down to its <br />proper shape."<br /><br />Just then the door bell chimed. Susan and Sandy exclaimed in unison, <br />"That must be Pete and Jim!"<br /><br />"I'll get the door! Susan you check Elton's arse and make sure the <br />dildo is all the way in. If it comes out we'll tie it in." Sandy <br />crossed the living room floor, opened the door and jumped into Pete's <br />arms.<br /><br />"Oh Sandy, it sure is good to see you and that must be Elton. Hi Elton. <br />Hello Susan." Pete kissed Sandy full on the Ups. He was six feet tall, <br />black, big boned and very muscular looking. He was very well built and <br />had a huge cock that was excellent for fucking. He tossed Sandy into <br />Jim's outstretched arms.<br /><br />Jim caught Sandy and kissed her full on the mouth saying, "Sandy, I'm <br />glad you invited us down. My cock has been aching for that pussy of <br />yours. Pete and I are on our way to a party so we'll just have time for <br />a quick fuck and then we'll have to be on our way." Friend Jim was also <br />over six feet tall, a handsome black man, exceedingly well built and a <br />famous actor. His cock was a full eleven inches and it needed to fuck a <br />pussy like Sandy's because her spur cock would rub the base of his cock <br />and make him more excited and enable him to drop his entire load in her <br />wide engulfing pussy.<br /><br />Susan had checked Elton's bonds and said, "Elton just watch the fun <br />now. Both Pete and Jim will give Sandy a quick fuck. I love to watch, <br />my love Sandy getting what she wants and I know that because you love <br />Sandy also, you enjoy watching her being made happy. Aren't we both <br />lucky to have such a wonderful unusual girl like Sandy?"<br /><br />Elton lovingly watched Sandy and listened to what Susan was saying to <br />him. He thought about it, remembering their scenes and decided that <br />perhaps Susan was right. It certainly was better to enjoy her fucking <br />scenes and watch her, than to have to spend his time alone like he had <br />spent the last three days. He had been very, very lonely and now he <br />began to understand why Sandy had not called him. It was obvious to him <br />that Sandy and Susan were true lovers. Susan loves Sandy so much that <br />she didn't mind finding guys with large cocks who would make Sandy <br />happy and satisfy her fucking needs. This was beautiful of Susan and <br />Elton said, "Susan, you really are quite a person. I can understand why <br />Sandy loves you and I want to thank you for bringing me here and for <br />letting me be a part of your life. Do you think maybe we could work <br />something out whereby we all would be happy. I am beginning to learn <br />what Sandy's wants of me and I know I want to be her slave, always and <br />always."<br /><br />"Yes, maybe we can Elton," Susan reflected. "I'll think about it. Oh, <br />Elton look what Pete has done!"<br /><br />Pete had taken Sandy back into his arms and laid her on the floor. His <br />black cock was hanging in a very erect position just waiting to be <br />rammed into Sandy's pussy. "Sandy turn over! I want to fuck you dog <br />style." Pete helped Sandy to turn over and immediately ploughed his <br />cock into her tight brown rimmed arse hole. He pumped and hunched and <br />rammed his hard steel like prong into her rectum. "How do you like <br />that? Isn't it good, baby?"<br /><br />"Ohhhhh. It's so wonderful. I love it. Ohhhhh Ahhhhh. Susan and Elton <br />can you see his black cock sticking all the way into my arse? Can you <br />see how he pumps me and fucks me. Ohhhh, I love it and I love you both <br />for enjoying this. Ohhhhhhh." Sandy's arse contracted and squeezed hard <br />on Pete's cock.<br /><br />"Sandy, I'm coming. I'm coming and don't move away. Do you feel me? My <br />juice is going to go up to your bowels, all the way up." Pete ground <br />his black arse tighter against Sandy's lovely white body and shoved it <br />in as hard and high as he could. His whole body shuddered and he shot <br />his load into Sandy's beautiful arse hole.<br /><br />Sandy felt his load coming and enjoyed the feeling of his big cock <br />inside of her. Her pussy was burning with desire and she knew what Jim <br />had in mind for her. Her pussy creamed and oozed while Pete just <br />dropped his load. She pushed Pete's cock out of her arse and pulled <br />over onto her back saying, "Don't worry Elton, I'll save the love juice <br />for you."<br /><br />Jim reached for Sandy and lifted her up off the floor with the greatest <br />of ease. His cock was ready and rock hard with desire. "Sandy, ride me. <br />Baby, ride me like I've taught you?"<br /><br />Sandy put her legs around his waist so that her feet met in the back of <br />his arse hole. She felt him ease her down on top of his big huge black <br />cock. Her pussy was ready for him. It was itching and burning with <br />fire. She needed all his eleven inches to satisfy her desire. She loved <br />his fucking her and she creamed even harder with the thought of her <br />love Susan watching her pleasure. Her slave, Elton was there to suck <br />her out after it was all over. She knew that she really loved Elton's <br />lips sucking on her cunt. No lips could really suck like his, so she <br />would always keep him for her slave to suck her off.<br /><br />Jim strode around the room with Sandy on his cock. He strutted showing <br />off his marvelous strength. He enjoyed being able to carry her and he <br />felt all his manhood by this way. He was delighted to fuck Sandy. She <br />brought out the real he-man in him. His cock was ready to burst, but he <br />would strut some more with her before he gave way to his burning <br />desire. "Ohhhhhh, Sandy, how I love to fuck you. Just fuck you and fuck <br />you. Some night, I wish Elton and Susan would let me fuck you all <br />night. I would tear you arse and your cunt fierce so that you wouldn't <br />want to fuck anyone for a month. What do you say to that?"<br /><br />"Now, Jim you know what I told you. You can only fuck Sandy when I give <br />you permission and when I'm sure I'm here to see that you fuck quickly <br />and don't hurt her. She is my love and I don't want any man to fuck her <br />all night!" Susan ran her hand through her shortly cropped black hair <br />and thought to herself, 'he had his nerve. I'd never let him have her <br />except when I'm around to protect her. Who does he think he is?" She <br />relented a little in her thinking as she listened to Sandy's pleasure.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhh. Jim. I love you cock. There is no other cock in all this <br />world except yours who can fuck like you do. Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! <br />Give me your load! Fill up my pussy. Now Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh."<br /><br />Jim shoved Sandy's body and cunt harder down on his writhing seething <br />cock and he pumped and ground his hips and all his muscles up against <br />her. His throbbing engine climaxed in a gigantic orgasm and he put <br />Sandy down on the ground.<br /><br />Peter and Jim quickly zipped up their flies and Jim said, "Thanks <br />Sandy. Thanks Elton and most of all, thank you Susan for letting me <br />fuck your love. Now, we have to get going. Well see you around." They <br />walked out of the door waving and blowing kisses to all three.<br /><br />"Susan, my darling, untie my husband so that he can come and suck my <br />cunt out. I want him to enjoy tasting all the love juices mixed <br />together. You will see how he loves to suck my cunt."<br /><br />Elton watched as Susan sprang to her feet and started to untie him. He <br />was very happy to be allowed to suck Sandy's beautiful cunt. He loved <br />and wanted to taste the semen inside of her. He was delighted. He <br />rushed over to her, fell to his knees and immediately starting sucking <br />all the juices from her. He ran his tongue into her brown rimmed arse <br />hole, licking up all of Pete's juice and then up to the cunt and <br />licking, sucking for Jim's juices. When he had cleaned all the juices <br />up, he started to lick her spur cock. He felt it getting bigger under <br />his sucking tongue and he knew that he was making Sandy writhe with <br />excitement and desire. He knew that he, her slave was the one who <br />really let her be happy and his wang grew and grew with excitement.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhh. Elton that's right. Yes darling, suck me. Yes suck me. Suck! <br />Suck! Susan come over here darling and suck my breasts. Play with my <br />nipples. Pinch them. Pull on them. Suck them! I must have you, too. I <br />must have the both of you. Yes, Elton, keep sucking. Ohhhhhhh. <br />Ohhhhhhh. This is wonderful."<br /><br />Elton continued to suck. He could feel Sandy reaching her orgasm. He <br />felt Sandy's gigantic crescendo like orgasm approach. He whipped his <br />cock straight into her cunt and come in a blinding spurting orgasm with <br />her. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. I'm coming Sandy. I'm coming with, you."<br /><br />Sandy screamed, "Yes Elton. You've finally made it. Yes Ohhhhhhh. I'm <br />coming again. I'm coming. Ohhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh."<br /><br />Susan had placed her hot flaming cunt down on top of Sandy's wet mouth. <br />She felt Sandy sucking on her clitoris and she ground her hips until <br />she came at the same time as Elton and Sandy.<br /><br />All three sat up and happily wrapped their arm around each other. Sandy <br />was the first to speak. "Susan would you like to come and live with us? <br />I think I'll let Elton move into the spare bedroom in my apartment. <br />Then he can always be my slave and do all my bidding. My precious love, <br />would you like to share my slave with me'? And we'll have each other."<br /><br />"Ohhhhh, yes Sandy. I would love that. Very much ..." Susan sighed and <br />thought to herself, 'Well, I guess I don't mind as long as I will be <br />the one sharing her bed.'<br /><br />Elton smiled and said, "Thanks Sandy. I'll be happy to have Susan live <br />with us and I'm happy to be the slave for both of you. Thank you very <br />much."<br /><br />So all three started living together and were as happy as three peas in <br />a pod!<br /><br /><br />The End<br />Young Pussy by Rick Arledge <br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-44712483107876188642007-12-01T23:03:00.000-05:002007-12-01T23:35:47.609-05:00VACATION SWAP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZVmTS3UM27jHPYwUZQjmg_npwCcnB9muxSCl4S_9O2o1FHxM97Jaokc3MJ07mLulLnfKhjHwYRp5CfYy1Y6ojZfar7yMP3BpA8HxBNWzCylg-Qu7OhmrRCHXp3yh9Sk71AAUuCC0EtM/s1600-r/front_cover.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEP07Cx7LbGOupxFWBk7GHEuUUeFl53OJZ_3JV-mIaxEIUjD0be7l4N9YtzEiPytOYMmNufbd786h6WsbRs2zSsmD99-EDNUpVAdkhdj94_-zAA3c1yKNvcJkc25NJs5k1kNg1HHoPpeY/s200/front_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139222034860482994" /></a><br />Howard eased his thick, hard cock in the tight, slick cunt of the barmaid at the Iron Door, with a sigh that rumbled up from his guts. It was a hot, clasping cunt, just as one might expect to find between the long legs of the sultry-eyed redhead. She had leered at him so lasciviously each time she had brought him beer the night before. Spiked heel shoes on her feet, mesh hose on her legs, a little doily of a skirt on her powerful hips, and a pair of tits that jutted out like a pair of artillery shells inside her blouse -- he could see all of her clearly, as long as he kept his eyes closed. He drew back his hard cock and shoved it into the statuesque barmaid again, expecting to hear her say, "Oh, Howard, I knew you'd be wonderful in bed, but I never expected this! Don't ever stop fucking me! Howard, give me everything you've got, forever!"<br />Beneath him, his wife, Marge, gasped, "Howard, let me breathe!"<br />They were having a morning fuck in the bed that belonged to Howard's sister, Jayne. Jayne Bowers lived in Canton, Oregon, where she raised roses for sale to nurseries. Howard and Marge Denton lived in Plymouth, New Jersey, where they raised carnations for sale to wholesale florists. The two families had exchanged houses for two weeks during the slack time of the year, as a kind of a working vacation for both of them. The widowed Jayne, childless herself, had graciously consented to take care of the Dentons' teenaged son and daughter. Howard and Marge were taking care of Jayne's dog, Trigger Scruggs. And at the moment, Howard was taking care of his wife, something he did very rarely of late, and then only when he had recently seen some sexpot woman he could fantasize about while fucking his wife.<br />In Howard's imagination, the barmaid said, "Yeah, gimme all you got! Nobody ever made me cum this hard before!"<br />Very real, Marge exclaimed, "Howard, you're suffocating me!"<br />"Okay, then you do the work," Howard said, and rolled his big, portly body over, easily taking his diminutively slim wife along with him. There he settled down, eyes closed, lips smiling, dreaming about the spectacular broad who was wasting her time in an Oregon beer bar, when she could have been knocking them dead as a Las Vegas showgirl.<br />Marge was used to being on top when they fucked. It was always the position they wound up in when Howard was able to perform his husbandly duties. It was more work than pleasure for her, but the work wasn't hard. She had strong hips and thighs, as was indicated by the size and the firmness of her smooth, round buttocks, so she could fuck in this position for a good long time. It probably wouldn't be long, however, before Howard's cock went soft, or until he came. Marge didn't care which of these things happened, just as long as one of them happened soon. This was her vacation, and after taking care of her chores, she had things to do, like walking in the woods, and breathing the scent of the pines and the cedars. She fucked Howard a little faster, adding some twists to her humpings and watching his face for any reaction. Her cunt was nice and wet. It usually was. She might be able to cum if she concentrated on it, but she'd been disappointed by Howard's abrupt finishes too often before to even try for an orgasm now. She kept up a fast, steady pace, buttocks bouncing, pendant tits doing a dance between them. Howard grinned and licked his lips.<br />He was pretending the barmaid was under a table and sucking him off, working her rich red lips over the bulbous big knob of his cock while she lovingly played with his loaded balls. He imagined kidnapping her, tying her up and taking her to a mountain cabin, cutting off her clothes and then fucking her for days until she was hopelessly in love with him. He saw her fucking him in exactly this position, with her big, heavy tits bouncing wildly, and with her cumming and screaming with ecstasy, and dragging torrents of jism out of him. He imagined marrying her. He was thinking of that when he came in the cunt of his dreary wife.<br />"Are you finished?" Marge asked, for he was going soft in a hurry.<br />"Uh-huh. Hey, bring me a cold can of beer on your way back from the can."<br />"At this time of day?"<br />"I asked for a beer, not a ration of bullshit from you. I'm on vacation. If I want to lay back and snooze all day, I'll do it. Get me a beer," he said, looking forward to a lazy day. After the stars came out, he would take a brisk drive to the Iron Door where he could find a way to get in the pants of the barmaid there.<br />Cunt wet and dripping, nerves badly on edge, Marge stalked out of their borrowed bedroom and into the den. The toilet had broken in Jayne's bathroom, and she'd be damned if she'd fix that as well as do all the work on the rose farm. The bathroom off the den was adequate. All her toilet articles were in it. She snatched at a washcloth and dropped it. Greatly irritated, got down on her hands and knees to reach behind the bowl for it. The wonderfully warm, wet caress that swept through her crotch and the crack of her ass was so explosive that she could do nothing more than gasp.<br />She couldn't move. It came once again, up over the still swollen lips of her cunt and on up to her suddenly throbbing asshole. She couldn't believe it was happening. Panting, hotly shivering, she was getting a tongue bath from Howard, who hadn't kissed her below the belt since they'd been engaged. Or it might be Jayne's boy friend, or some delivery man who was washing her cunt and her asshole in a manner she couldn't believe. Marge scarcely cared who it was. The nipples of her trembling tits were all stiff and hard, the cheeks of her ass were hot, and both her cunt and her asshole were alive with wonderful liquid fire.<br />Her middle finger curled up and stabbed deep in her cunt. Suddenly panting, suddenly too weak to do anything but jab her finger in and out of her cunt with frantic speed, Marge collapsed with her tits on the bathroom carpet and her ass lifted high in the air.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><br />CHAPTER TWO<br />It was three hours earlier in Plymouth, New Jersey, and Jayne Bowers had already taken care of the chores at her brother's carnation farm and was looking forward to a day of vacation good times. Her niece, Barbara Jean, had grudgingly helped her tend to the plants in the hot-houses. Her nephew, Jim, had stayed in the house with his nose in a book, declaring he felt too sick to his stomach to join in the morning's work that day. Barbara Jean, her hair in braids, her eighteen-year-old body clad in sweat shirt and jeans, rode off to help out at the YWCA camp.<br />Jayne was a good-looking woman who like to have fun when her workload permitted. Her very stunningly curvaceous body was below average height, her buttocks were very saucily rounded, and her tits were set high on her chest and stuck out in a very forthright fashion. She had an uptilted nose and very wide, sensual lips which were usually smiling. Her skin was alabaster white, and this made her wavy black hair look even more glossy. At thirty-five years of age, she was in terrific shape, and itching for East Coast action. She didn't much like the red-neck Oregonian men, and so almost all the considerable sex she got back home was with the promiscuously bisexual Dottie. Now, with some time on her hands, she was sure she could find something more interesting than either of those around Plymouth, New Jersey.<br />She showered and perfumed and primped, gave her cunt a good massaging, and put on a flashy little red dress over a garter belt, black hose, and high heels. She had her brother's station wagon to use, a step up from the pickup truck she drove in Oregon. Humming a happy tune, she went in to say goodbye to her nephew.<br />Jim was still in bed with his book. He looked up at his smiling aunt through his glasses, and reported that his stomach still didn't feel good at all. Jayne said, "All you need is to be up and out and doing something, like your sister."<br />He sneered and said, "Who wants to look after a bunch of dumb kids?"<br />"Barbara Jean is performing a very good public service. At least she's out doing something. You know, Jim, experiencing things is better by far than just reading about them. You ought to put that book away and get up and go out and buy a model airplane and fly it."<br />"My belly hurts too much," he said, and returned to his book.<br />Jayne wouldn't put up with that nonsense if she were his mother. But she was only his aunt. Bag in hand, she stopped at the front door to muse for a second. Then she returned to the guest room and took from her suitcase one of the explicitly lurid sex novelettes which she favored for reading during the long rainy winter months in Oregon. She paused at Jim's door and tossed it onto his bed, saying, "You might try this for a little light reading when you're done with the one you're reading now." She was a woman who believed in carrying a spare at all times, and if she didn't find that action she was looking for in Plymouth, she might be able to relieve her frustrations with a little game of slap and tickle with her handsome nephew, who would surely be horny as hell by the time she returned.<br />Jayne managed to meet several handsome and clearly lustful men, all of whom spoke with highly obnoxious Jersey accents. She picked up a hippie girl hitch-hiking, and though the girl was quite willing to park with Jayne in a secluded spot, her unwashed condition was simply intolerable to the lady from Oregon. In the middle of the afternoon, Jayne drove back to her brother's house in a high state of irritation, since each of her abortive encounters had added to the horny cravings for action she'd had when she'd left the house hours before.<br />Barbara Jean's car wasn't parked by the house. Jim was probably alone, frantically beating his meat. With her nearly bare tits and buttocks bouncing, Jayne went straight to his room, putting on a sweet smile just as she got to his closed door.<br />She opened the door and barged right in. He yanked up the covers and blinked at her through his steamed up glasses. His room smelled so much like sex that Jayne's nipples stiffened further and her cunt throbbed more strongly as she sauntered in and stopped at the side of his bed.<br />"Geez, don't people knock on doors out in Oregon?" he said in a quaking voice.<br />"Did you read that book I left with you?"<br />He shook his head quickly. "I finished the one about planes and started on one about solar energy. I'll read your book later and bring it back to you. I'm gonna take a nap now."<br />"How's your stomach ache?"<br />"It's gettin' better," he said, a faint grin trembling about his lips, body squirming softly under the covers.<br />Jayne bent and quickly swept the covers down over the foot of his bed. Her nephew vainly grabbed for them and for his pajama bottoms, down around his knees. The little trap Jayne had laid for him couldn't have worked out better, since her dirty book was lying open beside him on the sheet, and his youthfully appealing cock was sticking up stiff and hard.<br />"Jim! What is the meaning of this?"<br />"I wasn't doing anything! It wasn't my fault! I don't know how the book got under the covers! I was asleep when you came in!" he said in a rush, still trying to cover his fine hard-on with his hands and his pajamas.<br />Jayne's legs felt weak, and so it was a double pleasure to subside on the bed with her nephew. She smiled and arched an eyebrow, saying, "Jim, don't lie to me."<br />"I'm not! Honest! May God strike me blind if I lied!"<br />"If you don't uncurl and lie flat on your back on this bed, I'll not only strike you blind, I'll call your parents and tell them exactly what you were doing when I surprised you!"<br />He did as she said. His mouth was trembling and he looked close to tears, but he slowly straightened out on the bed with his fists at his sides and his cock sticking up from his brown-haired loins like a very good sized finger pointing the way to heaven.<br />Jayne reached over and unbuttoned the top of his pajamas. His stomach was visibly palpitating as she put her soft hand on him, brushing the tips of her fingers over the uppermost fringes of his sparse pubic hair. "Does your stomach still hurt very badly?"<br />He blinked up at her several times before nodding. "Maybe I better get up, and go to the bathroom."<br />Jayne peeled his pajama bottoms down over his legs. He was almost sobbing in his embarrassment, though it wasn't enough to keep his hard cock from going soft. She massaged his legs, lifting them, manipulating them as if she was a masseuse, and then squeezing and fondling his naked thighs as he laid there looking with great alarm at her smiling face.<br />"Did you like the things you read about in my book?"<br />He hesitated before nodding. He looked down at his stiff standing cock and said, "It got me... excited!"<br />"So you just had to jerk off a little. Do you play with yourself a lot, Jim?"<br />He nodded. "Sometimes I just can't help doin' it!"<br />Jayne took her nephew's very hot cock in one hand and his tight sac of balls in the other. She squeezed them and fondled and caressed them, then bent down over his loins and took his cock into her mouth to give it a warm sucking. Straightening up, she brushed back her hair and said, "That's what you get for not lying to me."<br />The teen was too stunned to speak. She put her hands on her tits and squeezed them together, massaged them warmly, and said, "Jim, would you like to play with my tits?"<br />"Yes! Sure! Can I?"<br />"That's right. Always tell me the truth," she said, and helped him sit up, and placed his thrillingly eager hands on her tits and watched him while he excitedly played with her tits.<br />"Would you like me to take my dress off so you can play with my tits while they're naked?"<br />"I sure would, and that's no lie!"<br />She leaned forward, cupped his balls in her hand and gave him a kiss. It was a real, mature kiss, complete with deep tonguing and warmly suctioning lips, and it left him all starry-eyed when she drew her smiling lips back from his. His eyes widened further when she took her dress off over her head. Her tits were very round and full and pointed. Their undersides were perfect globes, perfectly white. Their upper slopes were plump and full, and she artificially increased theft fullness by warmly massaging them in her hands. Her aureoles were generously large, her nipples thrillingly stiff, and all of that part of her tits was as pink as Jim's tongue as he nervously licked his lips.<br />She guided his hands to her tits, and this was even more rewarding now without her dress on. She sighed as she watched his hot hands at work on them, while with her hands she deeply massaged her warmly glowing hips. Her nephew was doing just fine. Her only regret was that she'd wasted time in the station wagon that morning, but that could be made up for quite easily now.<br />"Would you like to kiss your Aunt Jayne's tits, Jim?"<br />"Yeah! I sure would!"<br />"That's right. Mmm. Lovely warm mouth you have, darling," she said, as he fumbled and slobbered hot, eager kisses all over the big pair of tits that she'd given him.<br />"Suck on them, darling. Do it right, and you'll get a lovely reward. Suck on those nice stiff nipples just like I showed you how to suck on my tongue. Ooo, yes. Mmm, that feels ever so good. You're getting me all excited, just like that book got you all horny and hot. Darling, I can feel it all over. Mmm, yes-s-s, I'm going to have to give you a nice reward for this."<br />Jayne had difficulty in pushing her nephew back from her tits. His glasses were all askew and he was reaching for more of her tits with his hands and his mouth. But she firmly pushed him back, then drew down his foreskin, stretching it tight, and sucked in the knob of his cock once again.<br />"Aunt Jayne! Oh! Oh! Oh, Aunt Jayne!" he exclaimed, jerking and twitching about on the bed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9f5V_tEnj_7Il84K_7RvNv9vEnZQgLjLcBdzTO72rm0SrnVxFY4HtPgzfJPprlLgowFqSsAbGFLqVzOrHZgsUcgPX2HnUo_FFXyI_j0FB_sAokFQL1AmBrLKHlXAoYzt3erRD__gAVGo/s1600-r/suck-fuck.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLddEIwSfgYTIIQME91vYzDqXdDzHlXzNjDqD7mhbXPhkS160KdJWBI3MVUQNHdFl0JLTjg2VpFrrrYLcl1sbjtRhdoenu2BWq5abKCdn6CUio59NibYSLDfXxdVNceCRQ7s3xDv4KDrw/s200/suck-fuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139223589638644162" /></a>She held him firm and sucked him off till he was right on the verge of cumming. She could taste his rich seminal goodness flowing close to the point of explosion when she backed off and smiled at him again, asking, "Did that feel good, Jim?"<br />"I never felt anything so good in my life!"<br />"Very good, dear. And for being so truthful, you can give me a nice little sucking now."<br />He drew back a bit as she put both her legs up on the bed with him, and he glanced up at her very doubtfully when she parted her legs to display the dark patch of tight curly hair between her legs, now pushed outward by her swollen cuntlips, bright pink and pearly with dew. He would have backed off still farther, but she once again cupped the nape of his neck, and this time drew his head down between her legs.<br />"Mmf! Wait a mm... Mmf!"<br />She let him up, but not before she was sure he'd gotten a good taste of cunt. "Did you like that?" she said.<br />He squinched up his face and shook his head.<br />"Fibber," she said, and pecked his cunty lips. "I know you're a man, and I know all men like eating cunt. They like fucking, too. Would you like to fuck me, Jim?"<br />"Yeah! But you'd have to show me how."<br />"Perhaps I will. But first we've got to break you of that bad habit of lying. I'll ask you again. Did you like kissing my cunt?"<br />He sighed and said, "Yeah. It was okay, I guess." She kissed him again, much more warmly, first on the lips and then on the cock. She sucked it on into her mouth, every bit of it, and then as he writhed and thrashed on his bed, she parted her legs and laid down on her side and drew his face up against her cunt.<br />He was going quite crazy in bed. His kisses weren't nearly as effective as hers, not even when she reached down and took off his glasses and tossed them aside. His clumsy kisses were doing a lovely job in building up Jayne's excitement to a point where it would take a great deal of sex to cool her off. Her sucking mouth, on the other hand, quickly and efficiently brought her nephew on to a ripping climax.<br />"OH-H-H-H! OH, AUNT JAYNE! IT HURTS! IT FEELS SO GOOD IT HURTS!" he reported, almost twisting off the bed in the throes of his cataclysmic ejaculations, making her have to push his head back between her legs.<br />"MMF! MMF! MM-M-M-M-MF!" he said, from deep between the strongly scented hollows of her groins, his cries muffled by wet pubic hair and squirming cunt.<br />She held him down with her weight on him, with her cunt on his face and her tits on his belly, and with her mouth on his cock, sucking every drop of his sweet jism from out of his jerking and spasming nuts.<br />When she had emptied his nuts, she still didn't let him up. She still went on sucking his cock, softly and sweetly now, while he lay underneath her, sighing deeply, with his lips and his nose still touching her curly wet cunt hair. She kept up with her expert sucking until she felt the beginnings of the return of his youthful energies, and then she sat up and leaned back against the head of the bed.<br />"Now you know how to play sixty-nine. Would you like to learn some more fun and games with me?"<br />His head was still between her legs but, lying on his back, it was the top of his head that was touching her cunt. Now, as he rolled over to express his eagerness to learn and do more with his aunt, he was confronted by her cunt, widely open, pink-lipped, wet as could be with the perfume he'd already tasted.<br />"I'm not quite wet enough for you to fuck me yet," said Jayne, a blatant lie. "It's up to you to make me that way. Will you help your old auntie? Good! Get that pillow and put it under my fanny, so I can sit nice and high. That's right. Now see here? Right at the top of my cunt? That's my clitoris, Jim, my love bump, the spot that every woman loves to have her man suck on. If you're going to be my man, if you're going to learn how to fuck, you'll have to give me a real nice, real long sucking right there. Will that be too much of a chore for you? D'you think you can do it right?"<br />He didn't say a word. He just hunkered forward and circled her clit with his lips and started sucking, using his tongue without being told, letting Jayne sigh and lie back and begin to enjoy her vacation. In no time at all she'd taken her nephew over the hurdle of participation in oral sex, and now it was simply a matter of seeing to it that he lasted through the rest of her vacation.<br />"Yes, darling, suck it and lick it both at the same time. Oh, what a man I'm going to make out of you! Ah-h-h-h, you'll know how to get in the pants of any woman when I'm through with you. I bet your cock's just as hard as it was before, and I bet you're just dying for more of your auntie's sweet cuntjuice. Take all you want of it, darling. Lick my hot cunt from one end to the other -- yes! -- and then suck my clitty till I just have to cum and cum!" Jayne said.<br />"YES!" she exclaimed, as it started happening, as the orgasmic upheaval began tossing her body in every direction, but still she remained with her ass on the pillow as her tits shook and her legs flailed and her lovely features contorted into a mask of lust, and her fingers gripped deep in her nephew's hair.<br />"SUCK ME GOOD, EAT ME GOOD! OH, HOW I LOVE YOUR HOT MOUTH ON MY RED HOT CUNT! UR-R-R-R-RGH! I'M GONNA SMOTHER YOU IN CUNT! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU SILLY! AAR-R-R-RGH! AGAIN! AGAIN! SUCK IT AND TONGUE IT AND... YES! YES!... AND FUCK ME, RIGHT NOW!"<br />Jayne scooted down oh the bed, dragging the pillow under her ass along with her. Jim lunged up to meet her advance with his thrusting, dripping cock. She barely had time to guide it into her hole, and she squealed with delight as it entered her, and at once was thrusting and jabbing with her hips to set the tempo for her nephew to follow.<br />A new kind of orgasm, deep in her guts, took hold of her body and shook it with ripping seizures of ecstasy. She shook and shivered all over, arching up for more of the teen's fast-driving cock. He had no idea of what he was doing beyond feeling wild pleasures mounting and mounting in him, driven higher and higher by the drumming of his aunt's heels on his flying backside. Her shoes had gone flying off across the room, and her heels drove him on between her splayed legs as orgasm followed orgasm till they'd all blended into one long sustenance of greatest joy.<br />"UR-R-R-RGH! UR-R-R-R-RGH! AHURRR-R-R-RGH!"<br />Jim thought his aunt might be dying of a heart attack, but he didn't think about it very much at all. Nor did he think about the puffing and panting he was doing as his cock drew him on toward another huge helping of the same kind of pleasure his aunt had shown him just minutes before. Her mouth had been unbelievable, but now he had all of her fabulous, naked body, and that was more than enough to rip his fresh jism from out of his balls in great gobs of liquid fire.<br />"AUGH! AUNTIE JAYNE! HELP!" he cried in his desperation, as it felt like his balls were coming up through the end of his cock.<br />"HELP YOURSELF!" she replied. "JUST KEEP FUCKING! AAAARGH! AAW! THIS IS IT! GIMME ALL YOU GOT!"<br />He thought he had been. Now he learned differently as his near naked aunt bucked and heaved and tossed and thrashed all about on the bed, still holding him tightly with her thighs round his waist and her heels on his ass.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhtzdxGn5jf-EJKlgMVIEf_oBkucFOeVLShNGrtaL7QsmJqWikal4-5RszH2H5lGnQF-LjQACSLranchLDVzEFsnhc_Ua4abOyjjElbdE4-amMUrjnEuMftBYC-0ONCMmio5FMceuffc/s1600-r/mvmpic1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIU0VLimiSjNIiPdklHIew_WPnhskXEO5svzFjBA2kU8n6_kCqTv4oJ-r7x6MqzpX37db3sFNYPsImbY1h1_Tg0Yc2bq-zCpICr8jjmwU8TfepBYHvjqXVBWDXnoH2s6yc_um6VhlPbw4/s200/mvmpic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139224616135827922" /></a>"MORE! I GOTTA FUCK YOU MORE!" he cried in response, as from somewhere inside him another great gobbet of jism spewed up and out of his cock.<br />"RIGHT NOW! EVERYTHING!" she shouted, as all the glorious feelings reached a peak of perfection, an essence of beauty and goodness, and her cunt closed down hard on the cock of her nephew and her soft but powerful arms and legs crushed him to her to milk the very last drop of his jism.<br />Jim thought he had died, and he really didn't care if that was true. When his aunt let him go, he slipped off her naked body and lay still on his back on the badly rumpled bed, with his dripping wet cock slowly sinking. He had learned all there was to know about fucking, and this one glorious fuck was surely enough to last him the rest of his life.<br />His aunt recovered more quickly. She sat up and brushed back her hair, leaned down and kissed him, and said, "I'm going to take a little nap now. You take a nice shower, go out to the freezer and get some steaks thawing, and clean the barbecue so we can use it for dinner tonight."<br />"I can't move. I think I broke something inside."<br />"Oh, nonsense. There's nothing at all wrong with you," she said, and taking him by his cock, she led him loudly protesting into his bathroom, thrust him inside his shower stall and turned on the cold water. He was squealing and leaping about when she went smiling and yawning to her borrowed bed.<br />CHAPTER THREE<br />By the time dinner was started on the East Coast, dinner was done with and the dishes were washed and put away in Oregon. Howard and Marge sat looking at Jayne's TV. When he could no longer stand it, Howard yawned with studied carelessness and said, "Guess I'll take the pickup into town and teach these yokels the fine points of shootin' pool. It's really a sleazy liar they got there, really rough, not very clean, but you're sure welcome to come with me, Marge."<br />"No, you go on and have a good time. I'll just sit here and look at the late show," she said, smiling sweetly at her husband, stroking the ears of the big black dog lying beside the couch.<br />Alone in the house with the dog then, Marge found she was unable to draw a deep breath or form a clear thought in her head. The television might just as well have been turned off. Not only her cunt, but her thighs and her tits and her buttocks all felt swollen and sweaty and hot. She couldn't stand it. "I might have picked up a rash," she said, and got up from the couch and went into her sister-in-law's bedroom, glancing back over her shoulder, scurrying faster as she saw the big dog lumbering along at her heels.<br />In front of Jayne's full length mirror, she shook her finger at the dog, saying, "You just sit there while I see how bad this rash is."<br />He obediently stayed where he was. Unable to draw a decent breath, Marge hiked up her skirt and took off her panties, then held her skirt up high while she made several slow turns, inspecting herself as she stood between the dog and the mirror. Her skin was slightly, attractively flushed, but not broken out in a rash. The roseate glow was most pronounced around her cunt, which she closely inspected as she stood before the dog with her skirt held up by her elbows and her trembling hands spreading her thighs.<br />"Does it look like I've got poison ivy, Trigger? Or some kind of a rash?"<br />Howard sped through the night in the pickup, and stopped at the Iron Door. The place was populated by a dozen or so Oregonian red-necks, whom Howard scornfully disdained, and by a woman so spectacular that he hadn't at all appreciated her when he'd seen her the night before.<br />She had to be five foot ten in her stocking feet, though that was hard to tell, for she was wearing stilt-heeled black shoes. She was always on the move, in her languid, voluptuous way. Her mesh-covered legs alone looked five feet tall. They looked wonderfully firm though slightly heavy, but legs such as those needed some girth to contain so many sculptured curves.<br />She had on another little doily of a skirt, on this night a black one, and under it she wore scarlet panties that were all abulge with fantastic goodies to be glimpsed each time she moved. Her tits were not to be glimpsed. They were to be stared at, lusted for, as they strained at the low-cut peasant blouse she had on. Perhaps the narrowness of her waist made her tits and her hips look so impressively, beautifully large, but whatever it was, Howard stared.<br />Her hair was flame-red, piled up in a tower of curls cascading down around her long, oval face. Her face was richly, almost professionally made up with glossy crimson lipstick and deep purple eye shadow, jet black eye liner and sharply drawn, arching eyebrow pencil. The long fingers that carried beer to bucolic pigs were tipped with red-lacquered fingernails that sent chills up and down Howard's spine each time he looked at them.<br />There was a lot to look at. Howard saw as much as he could from the vantage point of the end of the bar, nursing beer after beer, increasingly scornful of the regular patrons who paid her so little attention, coolly massaging his cock to keep it thick and ready for any possibility that might arise.<br />He learned her name was Dottie, and that she owned the place. He saw for himself she was quite good at eight-ball, though of course not as good as himself, known as the Plymouth Plunker in his home town.<br />Beer drinkers came and went, as did pool shooters. Experienced, sophisticated admirers of feminine beauty, such as Howard, stayed on. Sooner or later she had to notice his quiet appreciation of her many charms, and sure enough, at about eleven o'clock, she did.<br />There were only a couple of Oregonian rednecks left at the bar by then, and they were awash with the local brew and had been taken by Dottie for all their residual funds at either eight-ball or poker dice. She yawned and looked Howard over, thickening an erection that had dwindled some in the past half hour. She breathed a deep, longing sigh, and Howard's cock kept pace with the pneumatic swelling of her tits. When she started sauntering, hip-swinging over to him, his cock was as hard as a rock and was oozing wetness again.<br />"Want to play with me?" she said.<br />He looked straight at her tits. He put on his crooked, Errol Flynn grin and said, "I, uh-h-h, sure! Pool? Eight-ball? Anything you like."<br />She decided on dice. It wasn't your ordinary poker-dice. It was some weird game they played only in Oregon, it seemed, perhaps only very locally. Howard steadily lost, though he scarcely noticed that, so fascinated was he by watching the jigglings of Dottie's tits every time she shook the dice. By closing time he was down over sixty dollars.<br />"I got more," he said. "I got a pocketful of traveler's checks. I'll kick those drunks out for you and we'll lock up and play pool for... for..." He couldn't keep from looking at her tits "...for any stakes you like."<br />She pursed her hot, crimson lips, and she yawned. She inspected his traveler's checks and tossed them back on the bar, saying, "I'd sure like to take you for all you have, Howard, but I'd have a hard time explaining it to your old lady, who's prob'ly pacing around your motel waiting for you. Go home to her, You're not about to get anything from me."<br />"Shit, I'm not out here on vacation!" Howard hotly said. "I'm out here gettin' my sister's business in shape while she's screwin' off back East. Maybe you know her, Jayne Bowers. And I didn't come out here with a wife! I'm free, white and twenty-one and then some, and if you think you can beat me in a man's game, get your gold-plated ass up on the pool table and let's go!"<br />"Jayne Bowers? She's your sister?"<br />"Betcher sweet platinum-plated butt she is! Now I'm gonna ask those two gentlemen to leave, and then we're gonna play, my traveler's checks against... against whatever you say."<br />"Ooo," she said, and hugged herself, vastly deepening the cleavage between her tits, and then she visibly shuddered and smoothed her red taloned hands down over her magnificently voluptuous hourglass shape.<br />Howard watched, panting, cock throbbing hot through the pocket of his pants, while Dottie grabbed the closest of the two drunks and threw him out. One paused at the door to leer at Howard and say, "You'll be sor-r-ry!"<br />The door clanged closed and was bolted. The displaced Las Vegas showgirl came over to Howard and clasped his cheeks in her hands. "Are you sure you're Jayne's brother?" she said.<br />"Hell, yes! I used to change her diapers! I started her off in the flower business! I taught her all she knows!"<br />"Then let's go upstairs to my apartment, and have a real nice little private game."<br />Howard was impressed by his countrified sister's choice of acquaintances, but he was far more impressed by Dottie's magnificent backside as he followed her up a narrow flight of stairs. Her glossy black leather heels were very high. Her ankles were slim, her calf muscles bunched in a highly provocative way each time she mounted another stair, and her thighs tapered widely out to join with her truly spectacular ass. Even the few jagged holes in her mesh hose were sexy, since the flesh of her legs bulged out through those. She was wearing some kind of showgirl tights, not just red panties, made out of latex or heavy satin, something flexibly strong enough to contain the big globes of her ass, caressing each other most closely each time she took another step.<br />Near the top of the stairs she stumbled and fell backwards. Howard caught her with his hands on her hips and his face up against her ass. Holding onto the banisters, she looked back, giggling, and said, "Are you okay, Howard?"<br />"Sure, but you coulda had a... nasty fall there," he said, palms sweating, nostrils flaring as he breathed in the mixed perfumes emanating from deep between her buttocks and legs.<br />The imprint of mesh could still be felt on his face as he followed her into her apartment. It was tiny, unkempt, dimly lit by a rose colored bulb in a plastic lamp, and altogether the sexiest place Howard had ever been in his life.<br />She faced him, long-lashed eyes on a level with his, hands on his cheeks, blunt points of her tits brushing against his heaving chest. "Sorry I slipped on the stairs," she said, with her deep, warm giggle. "I just sat right down on your face."<br />"Hey, that was okay. I saved you from a misty fall."<br />"Yes, and I've heard some men don't mind at all if a woman sits on their face." She knew a lot about men. She had been with so many of them that she'd grown bored with them, and lately she'd turned to women for the spice in her life. Dottie usually drove into Portland for her self-indulgent flings, for the only woman around little Carlton she'd been able to bed was Jayne Bowers. That had been fine at first, for Dottie had picked up some spending money as well as some perverse thrills by entertaining Jayne. Dottie was very commercial about her sex life. Jayne was glad to pay for the use of Dottie's mouth and dildos on those rare occasions when she felt in the mood for them. It seemed like a good arrangement, except for the fact that Dottie had fallen for Jayne. It's usually the client who falls in love with the whore, but perversely, Dottie had fallen for Jayne. Jayne didn't even realize it. The diminutive brunette simply paid for Dottie's after hours attentions and left her apartment fully satisfied, left Dottie in a state of painful yearning that lasted for days, for weeks. At times Dottie hated Jayne for that. And now she had Jayne's older brother to do as she pleased with, pretending all the time it was Jayne.<br />"I wouldn't know about things like... sitting on guys' faces," Howard stammered, "but I'm sure glad I was there to save you."<br />"Let's play fingers," she said, teasing one of those red-tipped digits about Howard's mouth. "I'll hold some behind my back and you guess how many."<br />"For money? That doesn't sound fair to me."<br />"For something. Try it. Don't be afraid."<br />Howard guessed four, and he was right. He stood there with his jaw sagging downward as the grinning Dottie took off her little blouse, revealing still more of the glorious, tits that strained so mightily at her red brassiere. When she lost for the second time, Howard was so fully involved with the game that he no longer cared about the gigantic bulge in his pants as he watched Dottie take off her skirt. And he gazed and he gaped at her, incredibly sexy in red panties and bra, mesh opera hose and high heels, as he lost seven games in a row, leaving him fully naked.<br />Dottie lost the next game, and Howard watched in greatest suspense while she reached back behind her, clearly struggling, until she said, "It's so tight. Can you help me off with it?"<br />She turned about so he could do it. The long vee of her back blended superbly into the jutting swells of her red-covered hips and ass. Now as she turned to face Howard again, he had a full view of her huge, naked tits, jutting straight out at him, capped with big tan nipples, absolutely magnificent. He reached up for them at once, and Dottie took great pleasure in thrusting his hands away.<br />Again they played and again Dottie lost at her game, and this time she said, "There goes my briefs."<br />"Do you..." Howard swallowed hard and said, "Do you want me to help you off with those, too?"<br />"Why not? Let's go in the bathroom. I have to pee."<br />Howard followed the long columns of her legs, the squirming red mounds of her asscheeks, into her tiny bathroom. There he once again came face to face with those glorious tits of hers before dropping down to his knees to unveil her cunt. Her red briefs were tighter than a veil. His fingers dug into very soft flesh as he peeled down the very tight garment, revealing a smoothly rounded belly and red pubic hairs.<br />She turned to one side, showing her tits in profile, hand perched on her hip, smiling down on him. He peeled down her briefs to gaze on still more of that hip, and when her hand drew him on to kiss her there, she murmured, "Ooo, that feels good."<br />The top of the crack of her as was showing when she turned her back to him, he looked at more and still more of that deeply mysterious valley as he worked her red briefs down over the big, fleshy mounds of her buttocks, with her wriggling her hips from side to side to help him. Elastic bands around the tops held her hose up. Her briefs were still tight as he eased them down over her long, terrifically shapely legs. Now, still with her back turned to him as he knelt on her bathroom floor, she bent over to lean with one hand on the back of the toilet, while with the other hand she reached through her crotch and massaged herself, saying, "My, doesn't that feel good after a long night's work. I feel so sweaty and hot. I should send you home and take a cool shower."<br />"Baby, don't send me home yet!" Howard pleaded, placing hot, trembling hands on her soft, wide hips, licking his very dry lips and gazing dazedly at the red-tipped fingers that kept appearing and disappearing from between the big, soft, white mounds of her asscheeks.<br />"But I must smell like a women's locker room," she said, widening her stance, still bent well over, still massaging between her thighs.<br />Now Howard could see the tufts of her red pubic hair close between her mesh-covered legs. And he could smell her quite strongly, though he didn't know if the smell was good or bad. "You smell like perfume to me," Howard said, and leaned forward to kiss the tips of her fingers, and the bulbous big cheeks of her ass, and that deep, humid valley between them.<br />"Oh, honey," Dottie murmured, eyes closed but seeing Jayne back there as she used both her hands on her backside to part her big asscheeks and widen the valley between them.<br />With no hesitation, Howard thrust out his stiff tongue and plumbed the depths of the crack of her ass with it. An exotic woman like this demanded exotic sex, and he'd done without that sort of thing for far too long. Half out of his head, with his face buried deeply between her buttocks, Howard thrust with his tongue at the tight, puckered hole he had barely glimpsed, and this first penetration of him into her made her sigh and want more.<br />"At-h-h-h." Dottie tilted her hips back, spread out her asscheeks still wider, and purred, "Honey, I've wanted to feel your hot tongue up my ass ever since I first saw you. Rim my asshole, baby, ream it out with your tongue. Make a feast of it, sugar, but remember, this is only the first course."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirk2l1-B3pD0ST_EHuljQhuIantaro13ayQ5MgmPpoH8Oe7FhlDpudH85ATY0BlFw2LZ_dmKSWYmJi-I0z2yHVb_CwBJugCyhTYFsYHcSxAjoO2_BiKTIypQhSbc540cgtxzRPWFq7zDg/s1600-r/ass_fucked-734878.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDG5DEYT8xHkIe8BxOja2NfDXcsK00OSUqnFuRo1WOev4E1PWcFHOpUK-4LgUeX_sSkpXLLBAHaQ_cU38s5aLEFwkzGSy96cFnDmOzo6JLLcb5002sWoWKNG5-FNsJkvCJUTSHsOgNrTk/s200/ass_fucked-734878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139225286150726114" /></a>He panted hotly between her asscheeks while he followed her every word. If he wasn't an oral lover before, it was only because he hadn't met this magnificent woman. He delved deeper with his tongue, wanting to thrill her as no other man had done. He sucked on the puckered flesh of her asshole, licked that and her salty sweet buttocks while she squirmed her big butt in his face and gave him more.<br />"Darling, you're getting me hot," Dottie said. "I'm all weak in the knees. I'm going to have to sit down. Can't you take your sweet tongue from my butt-hole long enough for me to sit down?"<br />Howard, on his knees, cock sticking up like a telephone pole, drew back panting and heavily flushed and sat on his heels. From there he watched as his woman majestically turned around, showing him her big, red-haired cunt, the full expanse of her belly, complete with its very deep navel, and those glorious, upstanding tits which he'd gladly die for.<br />He grabbed for her tits and tried to kiss them. She slapped his hands away and said, "I have enough grabby guys at the bar. If you want to make love to me, keep your hands behind your back."<br />"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, and bent to place kisses on her mesh-covered knees.<br />She smirked down at him. Even with her eyes wide open, this was almost as good as having Jayne at her command. She parted her legs and watched him, blinking and panting, staring down at her cunt. She rubbed herself there as he watched, almost hearing his inward groans as she slipped her fingers through the very puffed lips of her cunt, surprisingly wet, and warmly massaged her clit.<br />Her fingers were slick with her juices when she drew them out of her cunt. She sniffed at them, made a face, and wiped them off on her stiff left nipple. Her fingers still smelled very strongly of mature cunt in heat. She rubbed them around Howard's nose, over his panting lips, and then thrust them inside his mouth, saying, "Ah, he's still playing finger games."<br />"Uh-huh," Howard said, licking them clean, getting drunk on the taste of her cunt.<br />It took all his will power to keep from grabbing her hand as she drew it away. Back to her cunt it went, and then back to her tits to anoint them with more of the stuff that he'd come to crave on this night of all nights in his life.<br />"See something else you'd like?" Dottie said, smiling and fondling her tits, squeezing the big globes together till their gleaming wet ends looked as if they might burst.<br />"Can I... kiss your breasts?" Howard said. "Can I lick the sweet cunt juice off the big, hard nipples of your beautiful, beautiful tits?"<br />"You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words. Go ahead, baby-doll."<br />Howard licked them clean. He took his time, for clearly, that was what Dottie wanted. He wanted it that way, too. He wanted to savor the feeling of her nipples in his mouth, like velvet covered cherries, but thrillingly alive. And he wanted to see his adored one get hotter, which was happening to her all the time.<br />"Mm. Oh, baby. You've got such a sweet, warm mouth," she said, squirming about on the toilet seat, feeding him more of the tits she held in her hands. "Ah-h-h. Yes. You do like the taste of the sauce I put on 'em, don't you?"<br />Howard nodded, mouth too full of pure sex to speak as he smacked and slurped kisses all over her big, thrusting tits.<br />"You ought to go to the source of it," she said. "I'd like it and so would you if you'd get right down there and suck on my cunt like you're sucking my tits."<br />He had expected to be fucking her by now, but he didn't at all mind postponing that till he'd eaten her cunt. He wanted to eat her and eat her good. All the rest of the sexy goodness he'd tasted was just an appetizer for her cunt.<br />He crouched right down, panting, with his chin at the toilet seat's rim. She spread her legs and came forward, too slowly for Howard, and she held his hot cheeks in her hands while he gazed at her cunt. Her hair was a thick patch of dark red, tucked very nicely between her thighs, fanning up to her belly and disappearing beneath her toward the sexy hot hole he had already feasted upon. Her cuntlips were very plump and very pink, thrusting out through the hair, glistening wet with her heady juices. She took her hands from his cheeks to spread her cuntlips quite widely, and he gasped at the sight of her clitoris, fully distended, like a small finger beckoning him on.<br />"Suck me right on my clit. Okay?" she said.<br />He quickly nodded. "Yes! Right there! Oh, my God!"<br />"And lick me all up and down through my cunt. Right, baby?"<br />"Yes! Inside you, on your lips, everywhere! Can I start on you now, my beloved?"<br />"Go ahead, Ja... Go ahead, Howard, and don't stop for anything."<br />He licked her and sucked her just as she'd said. Her cunt tasted terribly strong and terribly wonderful. She leaned back against the commode, stroking his head, purring in her rising contentment, working up to a glorious orgasm that she would owe to him.<br />"Mm. Sweet. More suction, darling. Yes-s-s. And now a little more tongue. Oooo-o-o-o, nice. Now all the way down and up again with your tongue. Yes-s-s, lick it all up, all the good stuff. Oh, honey. You are getting to me! I don't think I can hold it in any more. Do you mind if I just let it go?"<br />"Mm-hm! Mm-mmm!" he said, nodding vigorously, but not for a moment loosening the hold of his suctioning lips on her luscious and succulent clit.<br />He was shocked when she started to piss. He couldn't believe that was her urine clattering down into the bowl, and as he knelt there in doubt, she began urgently, beautifully moaning, and running her lovely long hands all over her warmly writhing body.<br />Her pissing was beautiful then, for all of her was. He went right on sucking her cunt, reveling in the smell and the sound of her pee as it flowed from her body. And he watched her most avidly as her lovely face contorted with her orgasmic pleasures, and she licked her red lips and kneaded her tits and writhed all about on the seat.<br />"Uh-h-h! Ah-h-h! Oh-h-h! Don't stop!" She kept saying that till her water had slowed to a trickle, and then she abruptly shoved Howard back and bent forward, and rubbed herself very hard and well between her legs.<br />She looked exhausted, beautifully so, when she sat up and tossed back her hair and smiled at him languidly. He was about to throw himself at her when she lifted that hand to her nose and made a face.<br />"Even you wouldn't like that. You see?" she said, and gaily laughed while she rubbed her wet hand over Howard's face. He was left kneeling there, stunned, as she rose and took a step to the sink, where she washed her hand.<br />She grinned back at him from over her shoulder. She waggled her ass, pointed at it, and said, "I want more of your kisses back there."<br />"Honey-love, angel-face, I want to fuck you!"<br />She clucked and said, "Every man in this county would kiss my ass in the middle of Main Street to fuck me. I thought you were a little bit different, being from the east."<br />Howard kissed her ass, He quickly tonguefucked her back there, and in spite of himself he was sorry when she turned around.<br />She perched her big butt on the rim of the sink. She cocked one thigh up on the rim, opening her cunt, pissy wet, very wide. Now, seeing the full extent of it at last, Howard swallowed hard, extended his wriggling tongue, and leaned up to bury his face in it.<br />His hair was like Jayne's, quite black, only slightly streaked with gray, and nice and silky and wavy. Now it indeed seemed to Dottie that Jayne was eating her cunt, and liking it more than a little. Her orgasm on the toilet seat had been nice. This one, looking down at the top of the head between her legs, would be even better.<br />"Uh-h-h-h. That's it, angel! Suck me real good, lick me real nice, make me cum. Uh! Cumming now! Oh! Oh, so good! Do me real good now! Jayne, gimme all you got!"<br />Howard didn't quite hear what she'd said, but he rose to his feet and plunged his cock up her cunt in one movement, and that movement coincided with the start of Dottie's orgasm.<br />It was too late to hold it back. Suddenly, hugely, she was thrust in the middle of an orgasm, the likes of which she hadn't felt in years.<br />"UH-H-H-H! OH-H-H-H! NNNG-G-G-G-G!"<br />She could no longer speak, could no longer give instructions, for the extent of her cumming was such that it robbed her of all but sensation. She hadn't let a man fuck her in over a year. She plied her trade with blow jobs, or with sado-masochistic trips as she'd taken with Jayne Bowers' brother. The cocks that she'd had in her cunt during the past year were all plastic ones, very hard, very large, but very cold. This one was burning hot, made all the more so by the man's frantic friction, and now hotter still as she felt his jism spurt up in her cunt like hot lava.<br />Howard crowed, "Oh-h-h, my God! Oh-h-h, what a fuck! I haven't cum this hard in years!"<br />"UH-H-H-H! OH-H-B-H! A LITTLE MO-O-O-ORE!" Dottie cried, finding her voice, up on her toes with her ass in the sink and her convulsing belly completely filled up with cock-Jayne's brother's cock.<br />"Giving you... all I got!" Howard said, laboring now in the aftermath of his great explosion.<br />"I want more! Give me more!" Dottie shouted, crushing his stout body to her, wringing the jism out of his cock with muscles she'd forgotten she had.<br />Howard did his best to comply. He wrenched his way out of her arms and dropped to his knees to eat out her cunt even better than he had before.<br />It would have been more than enough for most women. Few women indeed could expect such ardor in the aftermath of a fuck. But to Dottie, his mouth on her cunt was a great anticlimax, though it did give her time to get herself back to normal again. By the time she turned about and had him French her ass, only the memory of that gigantic orgasm remained with her, and she'd gotten Howard all excited again.<br />"You'd better go now," she said, quite abruptly. "Your wife will be worried sick."<br />"How did you know I was ma..."<br />"I know about these things. Go on! Get dressed and go! I've got to open this place up in the morning."<br />"Can I come back and see you tomorrow night?" he said at her door.<br />She shrugged. "If you like. It's a public place. And if you're good and don't cause any trouble at the bar, I just might let you come up here and give me another tongue bath."<br />"I'll be an angel! You're my angel!"<br />As soon as he'd left, Dottie collapsed on her couch, understanding full well that her cataclysmic orgasm had been an accident. She looked forward to proving that the next night. But when she went to sleep, she dreamed about cock in her cunt.<br />CHAPTER FOUR<br />In the morning, Howard rose early and found a note pinned to the bathroom door, saying the toilet had been repaired. Marge had done it the night before, fearful that Howard might be attacked by the dog if he used the den bathroom too often.<br />When they met in the kitchen that morning, Marge was dressed in shorts and a halter top, and she had Trigger on a leash. She said, "I was just going to take Jayne's dog for a walk in the woods, and commune with nature a bit."<br />"Oh, yeah?" said her husband, disinterested. "Well, I'm going to finally take your advice and start jogging every morning. I'm finally going to get rid of this gut."<br />"Good for you!" Marge looked at the dog, wagging his tail, gazing up at her through loving eyes. She had wanted to take the dog for a walk.<br />She said, "Maybe I'd better stay here. In case the children should call."<br />Just then it was almost noon in New Jersey. Barbara Jean was almost finished with her work in the hot-houses, and Jayne was almost though with Jim for the morning.<br />They were in the bedroom Jayne was using. Both of them were naked, and Jayne was stretched comfortably out on her back, with a satin pillow under her satiny ass and with Jim sucking and kissing her exquisitely tingling cunt.<br />They had had quite a lot of sex together since the day before. While their dinner was on the barbecue, Jayne had sent Barbara Jean to the store for some milk, and she had then had her nephew fuck her dog-fashion on the kitchen floor. Jayne had seen to it that Jim got the choicest of the three steaks, and then after dinner he had gone with her to get some ice cream. After he had placed some lovely kisses between her legs, she had given him a blow job that had thrilled them both.<br />They had rested while looking at television, although in the darkness their hands had found each other's. After bed-time, Jayne had crept into Jim's room, where they'd had a wild little fuck in his bed. In the morning, Jayne had just started cumming from Jim's mouth on her cunt when Barbara Jean came back from the store, still irritated that she had been sent out for the breakfast cereal. Barbara Jean had also complained that Jim seemed perfectly fit to do his part of the chores, but Jayne had sharply told her she was mistaken. Jayne and Jim had been having quite a frolic in Jayne's bed ever since, then, and it was still going on.<br />"Oh, Jim, you're getting so good at it. You know just how to kiss a girl's cunt. Ah-h-h. Ah-h-h! More tongue now. And more suction. Yes! Make me cum one more time, and then we'll have a really good fuck!"<br />The knock on the door interrupted them. Jim would have gone right on eating the luscious pink cunt of his aunt, but she quickly got up and hurried to the door. She opened it a crack and peered through it to see her niece, sweaty and red-faced, standing in the hall.<br />"I'm just about done with it all," the girl said scowling in at her aunt, apparently naked in her room at that late hour of the day. "I just wanted to tell you the sprinklers are still on in the back."<br />"Oh! Oh!" said her aunt, for Jim had followed behind her, and as Jayne bent over to look out through the door at his sister, he had succeeded in inserting the tip of his hard little cock in Jayne's cunt, and now he was pushing it home.<br />"Oh! Oh, that's so nice, Barbara Jean!" Jayne exclaimed.<br />Barbara Jean couldn't see what was going on inside, but now she could see her aunt's bare tit as well as her shoulder, and both tit and shoulder were-jiggling. Confused, wondering, Barbara Jean said, "Well, I guess I'll go on to the camp."<br />"I'll do the... work tomorrow morning," Jayne rather breathlessly said. And then she impulsively added, "Do give me a kiss goodbye, Barbara Jean!"<br />The girl had pecked her aunt on the lips before. She leaned forward to do it again, but now Jayne clutched hard at Barbara Jean's arm, and when their lips met, it was much more than a peck, for at that very moment Jim was squirting a fine load of jism in his aunt's cunt, and Jayne was responding to this with a lovely orgasm.<br />Jim was panting and puffing and cumming. Jayne was tilting her hips up for more of his cock and squeezing Barbara Jean's hand against her bare tit. It seemed as if she was cumming at both ends and it was meeting at the middle. Poor Barbara Jean was getting scared, not knowing at all what was going on, but feeling tragically left out of whatever it was.<br />And it somehow made it all the worse for the girl when her aunt broke the unexpected kiss with a deep sigh, and looked into her troubled eyes with a gaze of rare and radiant beauty. Unaccountably, Barbara Jean started to weep, and turned and ran out of the house to her car. Jayne sighed deeply and turned to confront her grinning nephew.<br />"Let's fuck some more!" said Jim. "Let's go back to bed and fuck for the rest of the day!"<br />"Darling, you need to get a little rest."<br />"I'm rested! I'm rested! Let's fuck!"<br />"You may not need any rest, but I do. I'm going to take a nice nap. You take a shower and then go see that your sister took care of everything in the hot-houses, dear. No, wait. On second thought, stay with me long enough for me to lick your pretty cock nice and clean."<br />"Geez, it's all over cunt juice and stuff," Jim said.<br />"I know, I know," said his aunt. "And I'm somehow in the mood for a taste of that."<br />A sexual pattern was quickly established on both the East Coast and the West, a pattern that changed very little. One thing that didn't change, to Jayne's rather flattered surprise, was that Jim showed very few, if any, signs of growing weary of sex. Of course he was a healthy and vigorous teen, and he had the same sort of oversexed blood in his veins as his aunt did, but after a full week of sex, he was still as eager and avid for it as ever.<br />He was always close beside her, for fucking, for sucking, for anything. His constant presence began to bother his aunt, and so one late morning, she said to him, "You worry me, Jim. You should be out playing with your friends once in a while."<br />"You're the best friend a guy ever had," he replied, reaching for her tits.<br />She pushed his hand away. She said, "Listen to me. I have some nice books for you to read. They'll tell you some things about sex you've never dreamed of before."<br />"Just last week you were tellin' me it was better to experience things than to read about them. Let's fuck!"<br />"I told you to listen to me! Take your sister's car and ride out to the woods on the other side of town. Read those books. You still have a lot to learn about sex."<br />"Well, okay," he reluctantly said. "But can't we have one little goodbye fuck?"<br />"Darling, to be perfectly frank with you, my cunt is just a little bit sore from all the fun we've had together, and it needs a rest. Okay? We'll be back having fun together in my bed tonight, more than likely. Here are your glasses, dear. Take your time. I'll expect you around dark. And if you must play with yourself just a little, I don't even want to hear about it. Have a good time!"<br />Jayne waved Jim goodbye, very quickly undressed and powdered herself, and put on a tiny robe. Her cunt wasn't sore at all, though it did feel all tingly and puffy and moist as she gave it a good, hard rubbing, inside and out. Then, feeling very giddy and girlish, she hurried on to her niece's frilly pink bedroom, to see how Barbara Jean was enjoying the present she'd been given by her auntie that day.<br />Barbara Jean was still in her bathtub. She squealed very shrilly and ducked her little pink tits under the frothy foam in her tub as her aunt came into the room.<br />Jayne laughed and said, "There's no need to hide. It's only me. How do you like the bubble bath I gave you?"<br />"I like it just fine, Aunt Jayne," said Barbara Jean, her blue eyes very wide, her chin nestled in the bubbles. "It smells so perfumey."<br />Jayne went over and knelt by the side of the tub, inhaled very deeply, and said, "Yes, isn't it sweet, just like you. And does it make the water nice and soft and slippery?"<br />Barbara Jean started squealing in earnest then, for her aunt plunged her hands in the water to test it, and to test her niece's eighteen-year-old body, which she found to be complete with firm little tits, a lithe, slender waist, very sleek little buttocks, and silken hair around her elusively squirming cunt.<br />"I'd forgotten how ticklish you were," said Jayne to her breathlessly squirming and thrashing niece. "Just look, you've got my robe all wet."<br />Jayne had already pulled the plug. Barbara Jean was so busy with her uncontrolled giggling and squirming that she didn't notice that till there was little left in the tub beyond bubbles. They failed to cling to her adequately, and her little hands couldn't cover her nudity as she was helped from the tub, all breathless and blushing pink, by her very attentive aunt.<br />"Just stand right there and I'll dry you off," said Jayne.<br />"Oh, no! I can do it!" said Barbara Jean, embarrassed by her nudity, and by the fact that her aunt's robe had become unsashed, so that her black triangle of pubic hair and much of her naked tits were showing through it.<br />"But I can do it better," said Jayne, already at work with the towel on the slender body that tried in vain to shrink away from her busy hands.<br />"Don't! Please! I'm embarrassed! Auntie Jayne, I'd rather do it myself!"<br />"Oh, nonsense. I used to give you baths when you were little. How can you be embarrassed with me? My, aren't you a pretty thing! Such nice little titties, and such smooth, tender skin. Turn around, Babsie, and I'll dry your pretty back."<br />"Aunt Jayne, please!" said Barbara Jean, quaking and cold all over, tears spilling down her fine unblemished cheeks.<br />"Such nice, straight shoulders, and what a long, slim waist you have! You're going to grow up into a very, very lovely woman. And this fanny of yours will sure attract a lot of men in your life. Just open your legs now, so I can get you dry all over."<br />"Please, Aunt Jayne! I've got to dress and go to camp," Barbara Jean sobbed. "Aunt Jayne, don't do that!!!"<br />"I'd like to know why not. Is your little bum-hole sore for some reason? Why, I used to give you enemas here when you were little, and you didn't raise such a fuss about it then. Hold still, dear. Hold onto the sink, if you must, but I really must see about this. You can help by spreading your legs a bit, dear."<br />Barbara Jean fell forward and clung to the sink. She was shivering, shaking, quaking all over her naked body, ice cold one moment, about to break into a sweat the next. It had made Barbara Jean want to die when her aunt pried open her cringing buttocks, and then she thought she was dying when her aunt quite unexpectedly, shockingly, wormed her terribly long, thick finger right up inside her pooper!<br />Barbara Jean found enough breath in her tormented body to scream, "DON'T DO THAT! AUNT JAYNE! TAKE YOUR FINGER OUT OF THERE!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARwrsvzREzw6UEv0_hZwBtUdp_IiOFaCiCmXEehx_HVAcxKt4w_oVjazaRHx6_Pbcl-TtAxXWOAnI8f32K3PnhI8ZN0XbsqJmAzoRpuftHOhxpzJToAsq8YR1FO5NefXOBSLC6z8qZME/s1600-r/karierene_09.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRNhZ56KybOU3tuHi_OFRe2a7OhSGdboKGdzFep4hBRIqjjizfD15sfhx1rwWve828nbguqJjEeYBPOh8QpB8nb5xGq5kzfwGNTtYV9PdRmq_678gbiQYMtNvxY6uUNZpaq3eIu-aXNc/s200/karierene_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139226200978760178" /></a>"I can't understand why you're so sensitive here in your pretty little bum-hole," said Jayne, still worming her finger about and sliding it in and out of her niece's asshole. "But whatever it is, it must be something serious. At least it's serious enough so that I'll have to take you to the doctor. He can use a proctoscope as well as his fingers to see what could be wrong with you inside."<br />Barbara Jean's frantic squirmings turned into quakings, and she gasped, "It doesn't hurt that bad!"<br />"We'll just see," said Jayne. "Stay right there."<br />Barbara Jean's naked body sagged when Jayne took her finger out of her asshole. Jayne patted her niece reassuringly on the hip, kissed her naked shoulder, and very liberally wet her index finger with saliva. She told Barbara Jean to open her legs just a bit and to stand very still, and then she knelt down behind her and slid her finger up inside her asshole again.<br />Barbara Jean uttered a stifled moan, but she didn't cry out. Her knuckles were white from gripping the sink so tightly, but the rest of her body was flushed very pink. Jayne's finger was now sliding easily in and out through her tight little asshole, and now Barbara Jean spread her feet wider still to further accommodate her aunt. The girl was uttering little gasps and moans, she was panting and writhing, and her aunt was smiling warmly as she petted the girl's ass with one hand and reamed it with the other.<br />"It doesn't seem to be quite so sore now, Babs," said Jayne. "Be sure and tell me if I'm hurting you."<br />"H-h-h-h... It doesn't really hurt! Oh-h-h, Aunt Jayne! It just feels so funny!"<br />"Feels funny? That's acid. Let's go into your room for a closer look," said Jayne, removing her finger now.<br />Freed of the invading finger, Barbara Jean could hold herself up on her weakened legs now, but she couldn't stop squirming about as she tearfully said,. "I've got to go. I've got to get dressed!"<br />"This will only take a few more seconds. I promise you, dear. Just one more little look at your bum-hole and you can go. And we can take you to the doctor this afternoon."<br />With her trembling hands clasped before her charming little cunt, Barbara Jean let her aunt lead her into her bedroom and sit her down on her bed. Jayne parted the girl's legs very widely, and elevated her knees so that both her rectal and her vaginal orifices were completely exposed for the examination. Jayne sickened her finger with saliva once again, smiling at her blushing and highly agitated niece as she sat on the bed between her outspread feet. "Tell me if this hurts," said Jayne, and started expertly finger-fucking Barbara Jean in the ass once again.<br />At once Barbara Jean was writhing on the bed, clutching at its spread with her fingers and toes, biting her lower lip and softly moaning.<br />"Does it hurt Babsie, dear?"<br />Barbara Jean shook her head. "It just... feels so funny! Stop now. You said you would. You said just a few seconds." Jayne was steadily finger-fucking her niece all the time she was talking, and Barbara Jean was increasingly active in her writhings and moanings. Her pretty face had gone slack and the tips of her tits had gone rigid and trembling as she sat on her bed with her legs wide apart, watching her aunt's finger sliding in and out of her hole. Jayne chattered on as she fingered her niece.<br />"Yes, you're going to be such a lovely woman soon. You're already a very pretty girl. You have such a nice figure," said Jayne, admiring it with the hand that wasn't on the move in her niece's crotch. "And your cunt is just adorable. It's so pretty and pink. It's so nice and wet. It's so pretty I just have to give it a little kiss."<br />A whining moan came up from Barbara Jean's toes as her aunt bent down and gave her a resounding kiss on her cunt. "Please don't, Auntie Jayne!" she gasped. "I feel so funny all over! I just can't stand it!"<br />"Funny? In what way?" said her aunt, as she smacked several more kisses on the cunt of the outrageously excited Barbara Jean, still actively reaming her squirming butt-hole.<br />"I don't know!" Barbara Jean blurted. "I never felt like this at all before! I don't know what I'm doing or saying! And all down between my legs I feel all hot and itchy! Oh-h-h, I can't even hold still!"<br />"How about your sweet little tits? How do they feel?" said Jayne. She delivered one more big kiss on the cunt of her niece, and getting up on her knees between the girl's legs, she used both hands to fondle those sweet breasts and pull and tweak at their darling nipples.<br />"Oh! Oh! I can hardly stand to have you touch me there!"<br />"Oh, really? It's supposed to feel nice, Babsie dear. I know I enjoy it when someone I like plays with my big old tits. Yours are divine. They're so nice and firm. Mine are much bigger, you see? But they're not nearly as firm as yours. See for yourself if you don't believe me. Here, put your pretty hands on them, like this. Yes, doesn't that feel nice? I just wish my tits were as pretty as yours."<br />Just minutes before in the bathroom, Barbara Jean had been embarrassed to even look at her aunt's big tits, and now she was fondling and squeezing them frantically, eagerly, and exclaiming, "No, they're just beautiful! I just love 'em! But how can you even hold still when I touch 'em like this?"<br />"Is your little cunt still feeling all itchy and nice?" Jayne asked, both hands full of Barbara Jean's thrusting tits, her own tits being mauled in a delightful way.<br />"Yes! All over!" said Barbara Jean, and let go of one of Jayne's lovely big tits to clutch at her crotch very strongly, shuddering, gasping, looking as if she might faint.<br />"I think your cunt needs some more nice little kisses," said Jayne, and she bent down and kissed all through Barbara Jean's rosy red crotch, sliding her tongue up and down through the virginal slit, then swirling her stiffened tongue-tip all around her clitoris while Barbara Jean squealed and squealed and fell back on her elbows on the pink bed.<br />The girl was so hot she was beside herself, and she didn't even know it. Jayne smiled very warmly at her as she straightened up on her knees again, and helped Barbara Jean get down on her knees to face her. The innocent lust in Barbara Jean's slack face was delightful to see. Jayne shrugged off her little robe and, now as naked as her blushing, panting niece, she took the girl's hot cheeks in her hand and introduced her to the pleasures of a deep French kiss.<br />"I'm so glad I came out here on vacation," said Jayne, fondling Barbara Jean's tits again, caressing her naked body. "I'm just sorry that we haven't spent much time together up till now. But I bet we'll be good friends from now on," Jayne went on, reaching down for Barbara Jean's twitching, slippery wet cunt again and sliding a finger up and down through its firm little lips.<br />"Yes! Yes!" Barbara Jean gasped.<br />Jayne had to guide Barbara Jean's hands to her tits again, but once they were there they showed no signs of leaving. The girl was looking at her with wondrous adoration in her eyes, and this thrilled Jayne almost as much as their very close nakedness did.<br />"Did it feel nice when I kissed your cunt, dear?"<br />"Oh, yes! So nice I could hardly stand it!"<br />"Sweet thing," said her aunt, and deeply kissed her panting mouth again, and took pleasure in seeing how quickly Barbara Jean had learned about Frenching.<br />"How do you think it would feel if I kissed your titties, Babsie? D'you think that would feel nice, too?"<br />"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Auntie Jayne! I know I'd just love it!" she said, squeezing Jayne's tits almost painfully hard in her eager anticipation.<br />"Mmm. Yes. Nice little mouthfuls," Jayne murmured between kisses, once again fingering through the girl's slit, and thrilling warmly at the way the girl's hands clutched and pulled at her. "Such a nice thing to do. Would you like to see what it's like, dear? Would you like to kiss my tits?"<br />Barbara Jean was clearly much too excited to answer. Jayne laughed and kissed her and guided her mouth on down to the tit that she held in her hand, and there Barbara Jean learned the warm pleasures of kissing tit, as her aunt cooed, "Yes, darling. Mmm, isn't that nice? Suck on my nipples, Babsie dear, just as I did for you. Make me feel as nice as you do. Oh, honey, you're getting my cunt all nice and wet! Is your cunt still feeling nice? Straighten up, darling, and let me see. Babsie, stop kissing my tits now. You're getting me too excited, darling, and pretty soon I won't even know what I'm doing. Straighten up, dear. That's right. And give me a nice big kiss while I see if your cunt is as wet as mine."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNEtMMsKfaC-Aap3u6HKJCxOLyGEQVGgVNV-kY2wO5_8otl-X_StVJ2PKaEr7bOA23BNwi7yJ3QtZk5HymY-dCGZ1N2eFLV_-4hqvgJhwBZHlQDdHJpGjLHG2JA-PFPho3zaql5p11Lw/s1600-r/lux-lesbian-movie.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyD5gC49Y549L5LmFYYOi_sln-6OTZS7vG8E_vAYIlOp0BxGHhmRzaqwR2ETOP2BOVc_dWNabZ7VQn6t_aYIZbJJy34Vs9iMeNe8KQ6j2_YMzSZnEk2Tk_JAs3af5iLtTEIXXxfWGuifA/s200/lux-lesbian-movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139226630475489794" /></a>Jayne felt that her niece had an orgasm while they were kissing. She couldn't be sure at that point. She was very sure, however, that the virgin girl hadn't been anywhere near this hot in her life. Her hips were jerking and twitching forward to meet every smallest movement of Jayne's finger. Her hands were trembling and quaking as they felt all they could of Jayne's tits. Her lithe little torso was twisting and turning to push more of her tits in the roving hand of her aunt. She was trying to put her soul as well as her tongue in the kiss.<br />When Jayne broke the kiss, Barbara Jean blurted, "What's happening to us? I feel like I'm going to wet my pants!"<br />"Darling, you haven't any pants on, remember? And neither do I, just see for yourself. Oh, my! That does feel nice to have your fingers playing in my big old cunt. Mmmm! I'm starting to feel as good as you are. I'm so wet! Does that bother you, dear?"<br />"No! Not at all!" said Barbara Jean, fumbling and groping through the black hair for her aunt's open cunt, amazingly larger than her own little slit, and fascinatingly wet and warm.<br />"Tickle me right up at the top of my cunt, darling, like this, just like I'm tickling you. That's right, darling! Oh, do keep it up! I do believe you're going to make me cum, dear. Do you know what an orgasm is, Babsie?"<br />"Yes! Yes! I've read about them!" said the girl, quaking and jerking everywhere now, and still frantically rubbing her aunt's clitoris, even faster than Jayne was rubbing hers.<br />"Would you like to help Auntie Jayne cum, Babsie? And would you like to see if you can cum with me?"<br />"Yes! Yes, Auntie Jayne! Yes! Whatever you want me to do!"<br />"You're doing fine, dear. Just keep rubbing my cunt, just like that. Oh, darling, what good times we're going to have together! Oh, sweetheart, just look at us, all naked together, with our hands on each other's beautiful tits and with our fingers in each other's cunts!"<br />"Yes! Yes, Auntie Jayne, yes!"<br />"Oh! Oh, here it comes, darling! Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself cumming with me?"<br />"Yes-s-s-s! Yes-s-s-s!" Barbara Jean wailed, breaking out in a fine film of girl sweat, doing her frantic best to keep up with her beautiful aunt.<br />"Then cum, darling, cum!" Jayne commanded, and her niece responded so thoroughly that Jayne lost control of herself.<br />Jayne's orgasm quickly soared to a peak, and then stayed there, sustained by the sight of her niece's first orgasm. Such an event was long overdue for a eighteen-year-old girl, and Jayne simply had to make the most of it. They were both cumming very nicely when Jayne threw Barbara Jean on her back on the bed and started vigorously cunt-fucking with her.<br />CHAPTER FIVE<br />The big, black-haired cunt of Jayne Bowers squelched down on the diminutive but very active cunt of her niece, and Jayne took the lead in rubbing them hotly together. She had expertly twined her legs through those of her niece to bring their orgasming cunts into closest intimacy, and now as she fucked and humped and came with her niece, hot words blurted out of her mouth in her wild excitement.<br />"My God, you're a hot little bitch! Urrrrgh! Cum with me! Harder, dammit! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes, darling, that's right! Oh, shit, this's good! OH! We oughta be using a dildo! OH-H-HH! I'm cumming like crazy, and you haven't even sucked on my cunt yet! OH! HEAVEN! I MAY NEVER GO BACK TO OREGON! OH! OH, YES, DARLING, YES! MORE!"<br />Barbara Jean couldn't give any more, or take any more. The extent of her orgasm had been such that she fainted dead away, leaving Jayne by herself to eke out another climax by rubbing her squelching cunt on that of her lifeless niece.<br />It took Jayne several minutes to recover. She was immeasurably pleased with her niece's progress with sexual pleasures. Now she could look forward to two-fold pleasures for herself during the last week of her vacation. Although she liked a girl in bed now and then, she had never lived in the same house with one for any time. Barbara Jean, so sweet and innocent and willing to learn, would be an ideal companion for the next week, if Jim didn't get in their way too much. Jayne gave her sleeping niece a sponge bath, with a warm wash cloth, put a light cover over her, and went to her room to take a nap.<br />***<br />Howard Denton came puffing and panting up to the back of the Iron Door and knocked on it loudly, then looked surreptitiously around him to make sure his wife hadn't followed him. That was unlikely, since she'd seemed perfectly content to stay at Howard's sister's house with the dog, while Howard did his jogging. He was wearing the new jogging suit he'd bought in town, and it was darkly stained from his perspiration. It was also bulged out in the front because of the half hard condition of his cock, a condition he attributed more to Dottie than to his exercise program or his having given up smoking and drinking several days before. Now he could hardly wait to see the woman he had so hopelessly fallen in love with, and he knocked again at her door.<br />Dottie was almost as anxious to see Howard, but she took pains not to show it. She waited, just inside the door, until he had knocked three times, and then she put a very bored look on her face and opened it wide.<br />"Jesus Christ, just look at you!" Howard said. "Every time I see you, you turn me on a little bit more. Don't move, please don't move a muscle till I get down on my knees and eat your gorgeous cunt!" Howard said, frozen at the bottom of the steps.<br />Dottie looked down at herself with studied disinterest. She had spiked heels on her feet, and she was wearing a transparent black and red shortie nightie set which she'd purchased the afternoon before for her morning meeting with Howard. She had bathed and powdered and shaved herself, put on make-up, and set her hair that morning. In her hand she carried a long-handled plastic scrub brush, and with this she gestured at herself and said, "What, this nightie? It's just something I found in the back of one of my drawers. You caught me in bed. Come on in."<br />Howard tried to grab Dottie's tits, clearly to be seen though the sheer nightie, as he went though the doorway. She batted his hands away with the brush, saying, "I don't have time for that kind of crap! I've got work to do before I can open this place up for the day."<br />"Baby!" he said, and held his hands up as if praying. "Don't be mean to me. I'll do your work for you. Hell, that's what I'm here for, so you won't get your pretty hands all dirty! But don't you think I oughta get one little kiss before I begin?"<br />She sighed and said, "Y'know, you're sick. You're some kind of pervert. You're a sex degenerate. Is that all you ever think about, sex?"<br />"That's all I think about since I met you, pretty lady. I got a million dollar business back home, with twenty employees tryin' to call me at Jayne's house every day, and I'm such a no-good sex pervert I gotta run over here every day for a good morning kiss. Can I have it now? Pretty please?"<br />"Oh, I suppose," Dottie said, and placed one foot on top of a beer keg.<br />Howard immediately got down on his knees and started kissing her everywhere he could between her legs. He had his hands tightly locked behind his back. His kisses were filled with ardor and his jock strap was filled with hard cock. It wasn't a bad situation for Dottie. She'd had her fill of pushy men, but this one was anything but pushy. And he had lots of money, and he lived in a mansion back east. And he would die to please her, and she was starting to get used to the pleasures he brought her each morning and night.<br />"You're getting the crotch of my panties all wet with your stupid kisses!" she angrily said. He was also getting her cunt nice and wet.<br />"Pull it aside for me! Please, angel woman, please let me kiss you right on your angel cunt!"<br />"Honestly, Howard, you're impossible. Next thing you'll want to do is fuck me before you even get started helping me with my work," she said, with great exasperation, and pulled aside the crotchband of her panties.<br />Howard's tongue was up in her slit right away, slashing and lashing through flesh which completely infatuated him. He placed heavy, suctioning kisses all through her long, fleshy slit, kissed the fingers that stretched her crotchband aside, and went back to work on her cunt with his tongue. It wasn't a woman and it wasn't Jayne Bowers down there, but it was enough to thrill Dottie to the core. She didn't let on. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in Howard's New Jersey mansion, in bed between Howard and Jayne, with a cunning French maid to bring them a champagne breakfast and then take care of Howard while she and Jayne went sixty-nine with each other. She thought about Howard eating her asshole while Jayne fucked her with a dildo and that, and Howard's hot kisses, made her cum in the back room of her sleazy beer bar. Her nipples got stiff and the sweat broke out in her armpits, her cunt exploded in glorious fashion, and she scratched Howard's back with the stiff-bristled brush and said, "That's enough. I've got work to do."<br />"I'll do it all for you!" Howard said, when she'd succeeded in taking her beautifully tingling cunt from his face. "I know how you like it done now. You just sit back and take it easy and let me look at your gorgeous body while I work."<br />"I am sort of tired after the workout you gave me last night."<br />In his jubilance, he tried to kiss her. She shoved him away with the brush, saying, "Phew! You smell sweaty. Take off those things before you start to work. And make sure the door is locked."<br />Howard tore off his jogging suit and shoes and flexed his muscles for her. "I lost ten pounds this week!"<br />She poked at his cock, up hard and sticking halfway out of his jock, and said, "You haven't lost any weight there, big boy."<br />Dottie crawled up on the pool table and stretched out on it. Howard went to work behind the bar, washing glasses and mirrors, cleaning the tap, and beaming smiles at the red-haired, near naked woman who lounged about so lasciviously. She knew how to do it. She'd been a stripper once, and she knew how to show off her body, and she enjoyed doing it. It helped her to return to the daydream where she was in bed in the mansion with Jayne and Howard, with the subservient little French maid there to fill in any gaps in the sensuous pleasures which Dottie so richly deserved.<br />"How's your wife?" Dottie said, softly writhing about on her back, warmly massaging her tits.<br />"She's okay," Howard said. His gaze never left the red-haired vixen on the pool table as she spread her long legs and luxuriously rubbed at her crotch, while he swabbed down the bar and started mopping the floor. "I've made up my mind to ask her for that divorce."<br />"Oh, yeah? Clean the rest rooms," said Dottie, though she'd just about had an orgasm at hearing the news that Howard might be completely in her grasp very soon. She deserved to live the good life. She'd worked hard and fucked a lot of men, and women, too, and all it had gotten her was a crummy beer bar in wet, muddy Oregon. It was really a thrill to have such a powerful man, a giant in the flower industry, completely under her spell. She pulled aside the crotchband of her panties and inserted her middle finger deep in her cunt, looking forward to a wonderful future as she slowly and sensually finger-fucked herself.<br />"I'm all done in the... Oh, my God!" Howard said as he came out of the men's room. He stopped in his tracks to gape at the sexiest woman in the world, his woman, all splayed out on the pool table and doing her best to please him.<br />He knew very well she was getting a kick out of playing with herself like that. Hers was a cunt that needed almost constant attention, especially when he was nearby. But the real reason she was slipping and sliding her finger in and out of her cunt was to make him so horny he'd fuck her black and blue. What a woman! He would do absolutely anything; he'd really become a millionaire if he could have her all the time.<br />"Darling Dottie! Angel woman! Please let me do that for you! Please!"<br />"Huh? Oh, you're back." Her quaking and quivering buttocks were up off the pool table as her hips thrust up at the finger that squelched in her cunt. "You can take my... ahh-h-h! panties off for me, but don't touch me with your dirty hands. Oh! Oh, this feels so good I can't quit!"<br />He used his teeth to remove her panties, not his hands, and she didn't quit finger-fucking herself as he laid her loins bare. Neither did she stop in her wonderfully lewd masturbation while Howard licked and kissed all around through her crotch. The heat was fully upon him then as he said, "Baby, let me have you now! Let me fuck you! I'll do anything!"<br />"You'll eat me, and eat me good!" she said, and taking her very wet finger out of her cunt, she grasped the plastic brush at both ends and clamped it against the back of Howard's neck, yanking his face very forcefully up against her heavily orgasming cunt. He stayed right with her there all through her orgasmic gyrations, following each of this with a most avid gaze as her tits lolled about and she thrashed and churned on the pool table.<br />When at last she collapsed with a sigh, Howard tried to mount her right there. She hit him one with the brush and reminded him he hadn't yet cleaned her apartment or done her laundry.<br />She strolled about, sipping from a can of beer, displaying her very voluptuous body, while Howard vacuumed and cleaned and ogled her. She posed and postured on the sofa, where he could see her as he washed her underwear in her bathroom sink. All he had on was his jock strap, which failed to contain all of his thick, stiff cook. All she had on was her heels and the top of her nightie, and thus he could see almost all of her tits and every bit of her gorgeous cunt.<br />He reported he was finished with her work. She told him to take a shower, and while he was in her stall shower, still able to see her through her open bathroom door, she got up and sauntered into the bathroom with him.<br />She perched one of her buttocks up on the rim of the sink, giving him a good shot of her cunt, and she said, "Did you wash your cock good? You did? Well, do it again."<br />He looked at her mournfully as he worked up a rich lather on his cock and balls. He said, "Baby, don't make me do this! You got me so hot I'm liable to shoot any second!"<br />She shrugged and started rubbing her cunt, saying, "Go ahead. I'm used to living all alone, and taking care of things myself"<br />"I'm gonna change all that! You're gonna be my wife!" he exclaimed, lunging out of the shower, following his dripping cock as it led him to lunge itself up into Dottie's well oiled cunt.<br />"I'm cumming already! I can't help it!" he cried.<br />"Well, you'd better cum a lot!" she yelled back at him, "'cause you're not going to leave me high and dry. Cum, damn you! Cum, cum, CUM!" she shouted, whacking his thrusting buttocks until at last the brush broke in two, and the peak of another fantastic orgasm with Jayne Bowers' brother broke within Dottie.<br />***<br />Jim Denton parked his sister's car in the driveway that afternoon and hurried right to his Aunt Jayne's room. His entrance awakened her and she sat up, stretching and smiling, looking perfectly lovely in the tiny red robe that, barely came down to her hips. He looked pretty good to her, especially with the hard little bulge in his pants.<br />"Did you have a good time in the forest, Jim? Did you learn anything from those books?"<br />"I sure did! More than two people can do it at the same time! And there's lots more ways to do it than the ones you've shown me so far! Great books, and I didn't even jerk off once!"<br />"Oh, really?" she said. "Bolt the door and take a shower and tell me all about it."<br />He undressed right there. It was clear from the state of his healthy cock that he'd told the truth, and hadn't abused himself while reading the wonderfully hot sex books in the forest. And it was clear to his aunt that she'd have to dispense with her favors more judiciously if she was to keep up with the growing appetites of the two teenagers with whom she would share this house for the next week.<br />The sight that greeted Jim as he came hurrying out of the bathroom was that of his aunt, still on the bed, stretched out on her stomach with her legs comfortably parted and with the symmetrical hillocks of her asscheeks looking alabaster white in comparison to the red of her robe. He was watching her there as he came around the bed and sat down on it. He kept looking up from her smiling face to her beautiful white ass as he sat cross-legged before her, enthusiastically telling her of what he had learned while she blew her warm breath against his stiff-standing cock and his tight sac of balls.<br />His cock had grown in just the past week. It looked to be almost five inches long now, and even then it looked as if it was trying to grow still more, for its stiffness was such that its knob reached well out of its foreskin, and the skin around its shaft was so tight it was drawing up his balls. Although his cock still had only a charmingly meager amount of hair around its base, and although it showed no ropy blue veins, it was taking on the dimensions of real man's cock. Jayne was quite smugly proud of herself for helping in this regard.<br />She blew once again on his cock. In the middle of a sentence, he caught in his breath and went on. A drop of crystal clear pre-seminal fluid was forming at the tip of his cock. Jayne only had to inch forward a bit to reach it with the tip of her tongue, while Jim nervously rubbed at his naked thighs and said, "Can't I tell you about it while we're fucking?"<br />"One thing at a time. We'll get to that," said Jayne, softly and rhythmically drumming her bare heels against her bare buttocks, making those lovely round globes gently jiggle and jounce. Looking at his Aunt Jayne's ass, and feeling her breath on his cock, Jim frequently lost his place in his excited explanation about sexual matters. Now he was further distracted in his narrative as Jayne reached back and began softly massaging her ass.<br />Her buttocks were firm and pliable. Their velvety smooth texture was slowly being suffused with a faint glow of pink under her sensuously moving hand. She breathed a deep sigh as she slid her middle finger down through the deep crack between her asscheeks, and she softly wriggled and giggled as that finger reached a spot where it tarried to delve a bit deeper. By then she was almost audibly purring, and very softly writhing her belly and tits and cunt against the bed.<br />"You were saying, Jim?" she said.<br />"Huh? Oh, yeah! Uh, what was it I was saying? And, uh, what is it you're doing back there?"<br />"Just playing. Just feeling nice. You wouldn't feel like helping me feel nice, would you?"<br />"Auntie Jayne, I always like to help you feel nice! What is it you want me to do?"<br />"Go in the bathroom. Get the Vaseline out of the medicine chest. Then come back and sit down by my side and go on explaining about sex to me."<br />The jar of Vaseline felt out of place in his hand. He changed it from one hand to the other as he sat beside his prone aunt, gazing raptly down at her hand as it squeezed and kneaded the perfect twin mounds of her buttocks. He kept forgetting what he was saying, and finally he stopped talking altogether and just sat there gaping at his aunt's very beautiful ass.<br />She parted her buttocks quite widely with her fingers. Leaning over her, he could breathe in the rising perfume from her cunt, and he could see the tuft of sweet black hair nested between her thighs, and also the little pink ring of her asshole.<br />She said, "Jim, be a dear and put some of that Vaseline on me, right there on my bum-hole."<br />He opened the jar and stuck his finger in the goo. He very gingerly touched that finger to his aunt's asshole, and a hot shiver ran through his body at the way she sighed and arched her hips back.<br />"Ooo," she said, as he carefully anointed the puckered lips of her hole, "that feels so nice."<br />"Does it? Really?" he said, drawing concentrically smaller circles with his finger, closely watching its every movement between her superbly shaped buttocks.<br />"Mmm-m-m. Feels divine," she replied, and she spread her legs wider, and she tilted her hips back again, just as the point of his finger was at the center of her nether hole.<br />"Oh, you darling! That does feel nice!" said Jayne, as the first joint of his finger slipped into her asshole.<br />"It does?" His own asshole cringed shut as he eased his slippery finger out of his aunt's asshole and back into it once more.<br />"Yes, it does!" she said, and sighed very deeply as she reached back and grasped his hand to help him insert the full length of his finger into her very receptive asshole. "Ahh-h-h-h-h-h!"<br />She only had to help him put it in and take it out a few times before he could do it all by himself. Then Jayne settled down with her chin on her folded hands, softly squirming and moving her hips as her nephew slowly and thoroughly finger-fucked her bum-hole.<br />"Mmm-m-m," she said. "That feels so nice I could almost cum."<br />"Yeah? Really?" said Jim, adding some rotation to his slowly pistoning finger.<br />"Mm-hm-m. I bet I could, if I had something just a little bit thicker and longer than your sweet finger."<br />Jim looked down at his cock, and it seemed to be looking up at him though its sightless eye as it reached up from his loins like an eager youth volunteering for an adventure into the darkest unknown.<br />He said, "Could I..? What if I...?"<br />"What if you put some Vaseline on your cock and gave me a good, hard butt-fucking?" said his aunt.<br />By that time her asshole was craving, and Jayne kept the craving alive with her finger while Jim excitedly smeared the goo on his cock. He got between her legs on his knees. She raised up on her knees and presented him with an excellent target.<br />"It's too tight! You're too tight! I won't fit!" he protested.<br />In answer, she reached back between her legs and took hold of his balls, and sighed very loudly as she drew the full length of his fine, hard cock through the ring of her asshole.<br />"Oh! Oh, Auntie Jayne! It's so tight and so hot!" Jim cried, pistoning fast with his cock in her asshole.<br />"Yes, isn't it lovely! Darling, you're already started me cumming! HOW I LOVE TO HAVE YOU FUCK ME! JIM DARLING, HOW I LOVE TO HAVE YOU MAKE ME CUM!!!"<br />"I'M CUMMING, TOO! I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK! OH! SO MUCH! AH! IT'S STILL SQUIRTING OUT IN YOU, AUNTIE JAYNE!"<br />"NOBODY MAKES ME CUM AS HARD AS YOU DO, JIM!" Jayne shouted, as torrent of hot jism spurted and gushed from his fast pumping cock and into her wildly contorting and clutching asshole. "YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A REAL, REAL WOMAN!"<br />CHAPTER SIX<br />Jayne took another short nap while Jim got the barbecue started. When she rose and put on a nice summery little dress and went out to the kitchen, she found her niece very dourly shelling peas at the sink.<br />"Babs, whatever's wrong?" said Jayne. "You look as if you've been crying."<br />"Nothing's wrong! Just leave me alone!"<br />"Darling, if it's because of what we did this afternoon, I want you to know that was only because I love you so much that I wanted to have a good time with you. And wasn't it fun?"<br />"It was awful and I hate you!" said Barbara Jean, and ran weeping out of the kitchen.<br />Jayne took over the peas herself, smiling over her work.<br />Jim shortly came in, saying, "I picked out a really nice steak for you, Auntie Jayne. When I sneak into your room tonight, can I butt-fuck you again? Geez, that was great!"<br />"See that your sister gets the nice steak. She's not feeling well."<br />"Oh, yeah? You sure feel good," said Jim, reaching inside her bodice to fondle and squeeze her tits, and feeling and fooling all around her cunt and her ass.<br />Jayne shelled a few more peas and said, "Stop that, Jim. What if your sister should come out and see us?"<br />"Aw, screw her. Geez, you look nice tonight. Gee, you sure do smell good. Let's fuck right now!"<br />She had to take his hands from her body. He stayed close beside her, panting, as she shook her head and said, "I'm really worried about Babs... about Barbara Jean. I believe she has a fever. Did you notice how flushed she looked?"<br />"No, but I noticed what nice big tits you have. Can't we sneak into the bathroom for one quick fuck?"<br />"I'm sorry, dear, but I'm just too worried about Barbara Jean to think about having fun right now. Who knows? I might even have to stay up with her all night long."<br />"Aw, no! That's a burn!. That's a rip-off! How am I gonna get to sleep with you looking after her? I'll die! My balls will swell up till they're as big as tomatoes, and I'll just die!"<br />"You will lower your voice, young man! And if worst comes to worst tonight, you will resort to the very simple expedient of employing your fist as a route to tranquility!"<br />"Huh?"<br />"Jerk off if you have to tonight, but get out there and tend to your coals right now! And see to it that your sister gets the best steak!"<br />Barbara Jean sulked her way through dinner. She dabbled with her steak, she toyed with her peas, and she cast mournful looks from her red-rimmed eyes at her aunt. Those looks, she cast at her brother were full of venom, though he failed to notice them at all, so preoccupied was he with the rare steak on his plate and the well-done tits of his aunt.<br />When Barbara Jean started clearing off the table, her aunt stopped her and told Jim to do it. He argued but then he obeyed, and while he was clattering about in the kitchen, Barbara Jean looked shyly at Jayne and said, "I'm sorry for what I said this afternoon. I don't really hate you."<br />"It's all right, Barbara Jean. Excuse me, please. I'm going in to look at the evening news while Jim does the dishes."<br />Barbara Jean followed her aunt into the living room. She sat close beside her on the couch, fidgeting, and at last touching her hand and whispering, "And what we did wasn't awful at all."<br />"Perhaps you'll understand more about it when you're older, dear," said Jayne. "And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to lie down and rest for a while."<br />"Could I... come with you? And talk?"<br />"I suppose. For a little while."<br />Jim met them in the hall and angrily demanded to know where they were going. Jayne sent Barbara Jean on ahead, and said to her nephew, "I told you, your sister isn't feeling well. I'm going to look after her till I'm sure she's all right. And you, young man, are going out back to mix up five yards of planting soil."<br />"What? That job stinks! That's something Pop always does!"<br />"You're doing it now if it takes all night! Get going!"<br />He wailed and he moaned and he headed for the work shed, and Jayne went on to the master bedroom. Its bathroom door was closed, and Jayne looked the hall door after her and sat down at her sister-in-law's vanity table to brush her hair and put on some perfume and make-up. In just a few minutes, Barbara Jean emerged from the bathroom, looking charmingly timid, dressed in a sheer white negligee.<br />"It's my mom's," she said. "Do you like it? She bought lots of things like this a couple of years ago when she and my pop were arguing so much. She never wears them now. Does it look okay on me?" She looked apprehensively at her aunt as she drew the gauzy nylon closer about her girlishly slim body with nervous hands. "Wearing this sort of makes me feel like a real woman. Isn't that silly?"<br />"Not at all. Come closer, dear. Yes, you look lovely in it." Jayne ran her soft hands over her niece's thinly clad body as she said, "It's a little large for you, but you'll fill it out soon. These nice little titties of yours aren't as big as your mother's yet, but they're certainly growing. This little bottom of yours certainly has a womanly shape to it already. You look just fine in a negligee, Barbara Jean."<br />Barbara Jean stood nervously twisting her hands behind her back while her solicitous aunt adjusted the diaphanous nylon about her, and she said, "What were you and Jim doing in here this afternoon?"<br />"Oh, we were just talking. Yes, you're getting a nice little shape on you. Hardly any baby-fat left on you at all. You don't seem to be as ticklish as you were this afternoon. Why's that?"<br />Barbara Jean took a tiny step closer to her aunt, parting her trembling legs as she did so, and she said, "Only kids are ticklish." Her fingers began inching up the negligee's skirt. "Grown-ups don't giggle all over when somebody they like a whole lot plays around with them."<br />"Grown-ups don't cry, either," said Jayne, and got up from the vanity table. "You say your mother has more pretty things like that negligee? Why don't we try some of them on?"<br />Aunt and niece helped each other in and out of quite a few gossamer garments, designed for women to wear for their men.<br />"Auntie Jayne, what's a dildo?"<br />"Oh, it's nothing," Jayne replied. "At least it's nothing for you to concern herself with."<br />"Tell me, Auntie Jayne, please do! Will you tell me what a dildo is if I.. if I kiss your cunt?" said the girl, and before Jayne could answer, Barbara Jean smacked a kiss through the lace.<br />The older woman smiled.<br />"Why, Barbara Jean," said Jayne, "I'm surprised at you for thinking you could change my mind with a little kiss. Dildos definitely aren't for you. They're for nasty old horny women, lonely widows like me. Get up now, and I'll help you try on some other things."<br />Barbara Jean wouldn't let go of the subject. She wheedled and pleaded while she and her aunt tried on more of her mother's intimate things. At last, with a sigh, Jayne took her traveling dildo out of her suitcase and handed it over to Barbara Jean, saying, "You see, it's a plastic cock with two ends on it. You can use either end to fuck yourself, or if you run into another lonely, horny woman, the two of you can use both ends at the same time. It's flexible, and it always stays good and hard."<br />"Eek!" said Barbara Jean, and threw the thing onto the bed.<br />There it lay, receiving troubled, sidelong glances from Barbara Jean while she and her aunt went through the rest of Marge's lingerie. Naked, and feeling extremely good, Jayne sat down on the bed and said, "That was such fun trying on all those slinky things. Would you mind trying on that white negligee again, dear, while I watch? You looked so sweet and innocent in it." She picked up the dildo and toyed with it in her hands while her niece quickly did as she'd asked. The bedroom was all strewn with gauzy feminine garments as Barbara Jean came to sit at Jayne's feet.<br />"I don't feel very sweet and innocent," she said, caressing her aunt's dimpled knees with her hands and her cheeks. "Not after what all we did this afternoon. That was such fun!"<br />"Was it, dear?" said Jayne, stroking her niece's hair, then teasing a finger about the girl's sweet pink lips.<br />"It sure was," Barbara Jean murmured, kissing her aunt's fingertip, then catching her hand and kissing quite deeply between her fingers, all the while looking apprehensively at the long pink plastic object lying across Jayne's nubile thighs. She giggled and hugged Jayne's knees against her tits. "Gosh, it made me feel so funny when you were kissing me down there."<br />"Oh? Down where?"<br />"You know where," Barbara Jean coyly murmured, and reached past the dildo to tickle a finger across the uppermost fringes of her aunt's black pubic hair.<br />"Can't you say it? Is that a nasty word?"<br />"C-Cunt isn't a nasty word. And you're not a nasty old woman, like you said you were. You're the nicest aunt a girl ever had, and... and if you wanted me to, I'd kiss your cunt like you did mine. I might not be able to do it as super-good as you did," Barbara Jean said in a sudden rush of words, "but I know I could do it! Do you want me to? Do you, Aunt Jayne?"<br />Jayne petted her niece's pink-flushed cheek, and said, "I'm sure I'd enjoy it. Matter of fact, my cunt's getting all itchy and wet from just talking about it. But the question is, do you want to do it?"<br />"I do! Ohh-h, I do!" Barbara Jean declared, clutching hard and her aunt's smooth thighs, breathing hard as she stared at the juncture of her loins.<br />Jayne parted her legs several inches. She reached down between them and gave her cunt a warm, tingling squeeze, and said, "I've a lot to kiss, Barbara Jean. My cunt's a lot bigger than yours. You see?"<br />Barbara Jean chewed on her lip and moaned. She knew very well she should be repelled by what she was looking at now, but the sight of her aunt's black-haired cuntlips being widely spread by her fingers to reveal pulsing pink, glistening wet cuntflesh thoroughly thrilled her. She picked up the dildo and set it aside on the bed, and then leaned forward between her aunt's more widely parting legs, almost whining as she said, "I'll kiss every bit of it, Auntie Jayne. I promise, I'll do it real good."<br />"Oh, what a sweet thing you are," said Jayne, and bent down to kiss the top of her niece's head as the girl kissed her cunt. "Yes, and you've a sweet little mouth. Your kisses feel so nice. But where's your tongue? Did some cat get it before it got to my pussy? Ah! Ah, yes! There it is. Mmm-m-m. You are a sweet thing to be so nice to your poor widowed aunt. D'you think you can find Auntie's clitty with your tongue?"<br />Jayne paused to catch her breath, and to watch and smile as her niece's stiffly extended tongue probed through livid pink cuntflesh and found her clitoris. "Yes, there it is! Oh, that's lovely!" she said, and picked up the dildo and began rubbing Barbara Jean's back with it. "Ah, your tongue feels divine. Keep that up and I'm liable to have one of my great big orgasms, right in your pretty face. And if you should give my clitty a real nice sucking, I just know I couldn't keep from cumming."<br />Barbara Jean stopped to look up at her aunt, panting, chin dripping with pungent cunt juice. Jayne smiled down on her and touched the dildo to the tip of her niece's nose, and the girl quickly swooped down with her mouth and began sucking and licking Jayne's heavily swollen clitoris.<br />"OH! BABSIE! THAT FEELS WONDERFUL!" Jayne cried, falling back on the bed on her elbows, placing her feet on the edge of the bed to give the girl still more of what she wanted.<br />"YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL JUST WONDERFUL! AH! OH! DARLING, BABSIE!!! I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'VE CUM THIS HARD! OH! YES! A LITTLE MORE! SUCK AND LICK AND KISS, ANGEL GIRL! BABSIE, YOU'RE WONDERFUL!"<br />Jayne had two very definite orgasms, one right after the other, and Barbara Jean would have taken her on to a third if the noise at the door hadn't grown so much louder. It grew so very loud that at last it distracted Barbara Jean from her rewardingly avid cunt-sucking. She abruptly looked up, saying, "It's Jim! What'll we do?"<br />"I'll handle him. You handle this," said her aunt, and gave Barbara Jean the dildo with which she'd been moving between her orgasming loins and Barbara Jean's lovely kisses. Jayne was still quaking and shaking with orgasmic tremors as she went to answer the knocks and the shouts at the door.<br />Jim was grimy with sand and soil and manure, and quite obviously angry as could be as he said, "What's going on in there?"<br />"Your sister and I are just having a talk," said his aunt, as behind her, Barbara Jean resumed kissing her aunt's cunt, down on her knees between Jayne's legs, and shielded by the door which her aunt had opened just a crack.<br />"Well, what are you talking about?"<br />"That's none of your -- Ooo! -- none of your business. It's girl talk. Go back to your work."<br />"I'm done with it! Lemme in there! I wanta talk, too!"<br />"Go take a shower. Frankly, you -- Ooo! -- you stink."<br />"WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?" he shouted. "MY DUMB SISTER'S NAME ISN'T BABSIE! LEMME IN THERE!"<br />Jayne grabbed Jim's nose and pinched it as hard as she could, so hard he almost failed to gape at her naked tit through the crack in the door. Her voice was as angry as his as she said, "Your sister's smart enough to be in here with me! And if you ever want to be, you'd better get your fanny out there and start mixing up another two yards of planting mix!"<br />CHAPTER SEVEN<br />"I'm so sorry for the interruption," said Jayne. "What did you do with the dildo?"<br />"I, uh... I put it under the bed. But we don't really need it! Do we, Auntie Jayne? Do we?"<br />Barbara Jean was on the verge of weeping again when her aunt recovered the dildo. She handed it over to Barbara Jean, saying, "Take it in the bathroom and give it a good washing, then bring it back in here."<br />The girl returned carrying it with two fingers, as if it was a dead snake. Jayne took it from her, saying, "Don't be such a baby. You'll love it once you get used to it. Kissing cunts is delightful, but now and again a girl likes to have her cunt stretched, and have a good workout. Just sit down on the bed in front of me and watch while I get started with our precious plaything."<br />Barbara Jean sat with her negligee pulled down over her clasped, upright knees. Her smiling aunt, something of an exhibitionist, grinned warmly at her as she stood on her knees on the bed and licked and sucked on one end of the long dildo. "It goes in easier if it's nice and wet. My cunt's nice and wet from your kisses. Is yours a little damp?"<br />Barbara Jean nodded. She reached down between her legs and felt herself, and smiled weakly and nodded again. Her hand remained under the negligee skirt as she watched her aunt fit the wetted, penis-shaped end of the dildo between the lips of her cunt. Jayne sighed and Barbara Jean made a face as Jayne wormed and worked the long thing about in her cunt until its end was out of sight.<br />"This feels so nice!" said Jayne, rubbing her clitoris with two fingers of one hand, while with the other hand she worked a little more of the dildo in and out of her cunt.<br />Her stiff-nippled tits were quivering with her actions. Her grin was lascivious now, and her eyes glinted lustfully at her niece, just a few feet in front of her, watching in horrified fascination, and continuing to squeeze her cupped hand over her cunt. Jayne could see that now, for Barbara Jean's legs had parted slightly, and the negligee skirt was up to her knees.<br />"Yessss, that's the way!" said Jayne, easing a good six inches of solid plastic cock in her cunt.<br />Barbara Jean gasped aloud, and her hand clutched hard at her cunt, but then it was softly moving again as her smiling aunt sat back on the bed with the unused half of the dildo lying between her legs on the bedspread.<br />"Oh, that's delightful," said Jayne, softly arching and turning her hips, and using her cuntal muscles to squeeze the impaling dildo.<br />"It's moving!" said Barbara Jean, leaning forward to look.<br />"So is your hand. Lift up your skirt to your waist, darling. Let me see you play with your pretty cunt."<br />Barbara Jean's gaze never left Jayne's cunt as she tucked up her negligee. Her legs were parted almost obscenely wide now to let her aunt see her cunt and her fast moving fingers. One of her shoulder straps had slipped down to reveal a spectacularly pink tit. Her aunt was altogether thrilled at what she saw.<br />Jayne took the dildo in both hands and started working it in and out of her cunt. Barbara Jean's face turned white, then changed back to rosy pink as she leaned closer still. Jayne elevated her knees and began thrusting and humping up with her hips at the deeply stabbing dildo, and Barbara Jean unconsciously moaned in unison with her Aunt.<br />"Are you ready, Babsie?" said Jayne. "Are you ready to get on the other end of this beautiful cock with me?"<br />"I don't know. I..." Barbara Jean stammered, and started to close her legs.<br />"I do," said her aunt. "Your cunt's just as wet as when I was sucking it today. Lie down on your back. Get that pillow and put it under your pretty ass. And hold your cuntlips open for me, Babsie. I don't want to hurt you."<br />As always when introducing a girl to a dildo, Jayne was inordinately excited. Perhaps she was more excited than usually just now, because she was so very fond of her niece. Barbara Jean's blue eyes were very wide as she lay there looking up at her aunt as she hovered over her. Her fingers were stretching her cuntlips to the utmost as Jayne touched the end of the dildo to her cunt. When she did, Barbara Jean flinched, and Jayne proceeded to move the end through Barbara Jean's open slit, saying, "Easy does it. Got to get it nice and wet. Hold still, dear. We'll have it inside you in a moment. Just a little bit of it now. Just the tip. There. There! It's inside the lips of your cunt now! How does it feel?" Jayne eagerly asked, gazing down past her dangling tits at the hot frightened girl whose negligee was bunched about her waist and whose cunt was being split by the dildo.<br />"I guess it's... all right," she replied.<br />"Of course it is, Babsie, dear. Now try this," said Jayne, and she burrowed forward, settling the weight of her loins on those of her niece till the dildo was out of sight between their mingling pubic hairs.<br />Barbara Jean yelped very sharply, and when Jayne drew back, there was bright red blood on the dildo. "Hurt very much?" she said.<br />"Just for a second. I'm okay. Honest, Aunt Jayne!"<br />"Of course you are. And how does it feel in you now?"<br />"Feels lovely! It feels just super!" said Barbara Jean, and her legs went around her aunt's hips to pull the dildo back into her cunt.<br />Together they fucked and humped their ways to a rapid mutual climax that left them both wilted and gasping for breath. They nestled close, belly to belly, and tit to tit, joined by the dildo, with whisperings leading to giggling. The giggling led to more fucking, and they churned up the bed in their sudden and overwhelming need to cum once again. Then, with the edge off their sexual appetites, they settled down to a long evening of mutual pleasures at the opposite ends of the long plastic cock.<br />Jayne showed her niece a dozen or more different positions for fucking, each of which Barbara Jean quickly learned. Her enthusiasm and natural aptitude soon had her devising improvisations which greatly gratified her aunt. The white negligee had long since been shed from Barbara Jean's body as they humped and fucked from the bed to the floor and back. Twice in the night, Jim pounded loudly at the door, threatening to break it down, but Jayne and Barbara Jean just giggled and shushed each other and went on with their fucking until, during one of their rest periods, Barbara Jean fell fast asleep.<br />Jayne carefully extracted the dildo from their cunts, kissed it and put it back in her suitcase. Barbara Jean didn't waken when Jayne unlocked the door, picked her up, and carried her out of the bedroom. Jim was sound asleep in the hall, and Jayne didn't disturb him on her return from his sister's bedroom after tucking the sleeping girl under the covers.<br />Jayne felt like a queen in the morning, when both Jim and Barbara Jean vied to bring her breakfast in bed. And she felt like a slave-driver when she sent them both out to the hot-houses to work, with an unspecified reward for the best job done. Both Barbara Jean and Jim collected that reward, each at discreetly separate times of the day, as their aunt sent them on unnecessary errands separately.<br />She proved to be most adept at shuffling her niece and her nephew about, giving her time alone with each of them. But as clever as Aunt Jayne was, her nephew and niece grew jealous of one another.<br />Each one tried to be at her side all the time. Going to the supermarket was an ordeal, with Jim and Barbara Jean each trying to push the cart, arguing with each other all the way, and trying to select choice groceries for their aunt. The work in the hot-houses was done in no time at all now, for brother and sister worked together now, each one unwilling to let the other out of sight. They set the table and did the dishes together. They sat at each of Jayne's sides, stealthily scratching at each of her hips, while all three looked at television at night. They kept such close watch on each other that by the end of Jayne's last week of vacation, she was getting terrifically horny.<br />Jayne was a country girl and a businesswoman, and therefore quite direct in solving her problems, and the problem between her legs was becoming acute. She set out to solve it on Thursday night, while the three of them were looking at television.<br />The living room was very dimly lit. Barbara Jean was sitting on the couch to the right of her aunt, and Jim was sitting there on her left. Both sister and brother were gazing straight ahead at the rather dull program, and each of them was softly but desperately scratching at the side of Jayne's thigh, at her hip, at her arm, at any part of her they could reach without being observed by the other. This had happened several times before. At first Jayne had found their stealth pleadings for sex to be amusing, and rather flattering. But by then it was not only getting her horny, it was irritating her. She unfolded her hands from her lap and laid them at her sides, and each was immediately grasped and tightly squeezed by the brother and sister. Jayne twisted free of them and proceeded to give them a dose of their own teasing medicine, stealthily scratching and plucking at whatever parts of their anatomy she could reach without her hands being observed. The teens reacted quickly and positively.<br />Jayne's right finger prodding suggestively into Barbara Jean's soft flank caused the girl to murmur a barely audible sigh. Her left hand fondly pinching Jim's hip made him utter a tiny moan. There in the darkness, Jayne tickled and prodded and plucked at them, and was very pleasantly surprised at how well they both responded to this.<br />Jim clearly had a hard-on, for he now kept his hands tightly clasped over his lap. Barbara Jean, still murmuring little sighs, was squirming her little ass on the couch and clutching at her stomach. The scent of Barbara Jean's sweet cunt was faint but distinct in the room, and it mingled, with the scent of Jim's warm, humid loins. Both Jim and Barbara Jean were getting hot, but not hot enough to suit Jayne just yet.<br />Jayne turned as if to murmur a comment to Barbara Jean, blew her warm breath in her ear squeezed her on the thigh, and felt her niece melt against her. She did the same thing with her nephew, and had Jim panting close at her side. And now, with a hand on each of their thighs, Jayne squeezed them both very warmly and smiled into each pair of yearning eyes.<br />She turned her back on her niece, cupped Jim's hot cheek in her hand and kissed him, saying, "Thank you so much helping with the dishes tonight."<br />Barbara Jean's eyes were filled with tears when Jane turned to her, but the tears quickly turned to stars when Jayne kissed her and fondled her tits and said, "And thank you for setting the table, dear."<br />"Hey, what's goin' on?" Jim said. "If you're gonna kiss her like that, I'm gonna go in my room!"<br />"We'll miss you," said Jayne, and squeezed the hard bulge in his pants, then turned back to her gasping niece and gave her another warm kiss while she played with her tits.<br />Jim was still there when the long kiss ended. His sister smirked and snapped at him, "Well, go on to your room!"<br />"I'm not gonna leave you here with her!" Jim said.<br />"You said you would, so do it!"<br />"I changed my mind, so there!"<br />As their voices raised in volume, their aunt smiled and unbuttoned her blouse. By the time she'd removed it, brother and sister had both fallen silent. Still smiling, Jayne unhooked and removed her brassiere, and Jim and Barbara Jean gaped through the dimness and fidgeted nervously on the couch.<br />Jayne got to her feet and stretched, turned on the end table lamp, and smiled down on the red-faced pair as she fondled and squeezed her bare tits.<br />She unzipped her skirt, and Barbara Jean plaintively said, "You shouldn't be doing that here."<br />She shimmied out of the skirt, and Jim said, "Gosh darn it, let's go to my room!"<br />She stripped off her panties and tossed them away, and sat down between them again. Each of them reached for her, half lustfully and half protectively, and Jayne pushed them back, saying, "Hands off till you both take off your clothes."<br />"I couldn't do that in front of him!" said Barbara Jean. Her grinning brother was already ripping off his clothes.<br />Barbara Jean squealed and jumped up to run, but then stopped and started giggling, pointing down to Jim's stiff cock, and saying, "Is that all he's got?"<br />"It's enough!" Jim angrily said, and Jayne smiled and nodded.<br />"You two have been... doing it?" said Barbara Jean, still looking down at her brother's cock, which showed no signs at all of shyness under inspection.<br />"Of course we have. That's what this is for," said her aunt, and reached up to take Jim's cock in her hand. With her other hand, she tickled about Barbara Jean's skirted loins. "That's what this is for, too."<br />"Jim's little thing isn't for me," said Barbara Jean, grinning at her aunt, and pressing Jayne's hand closer against her very warm little cunt. "You know what your Babsie likes, and it sure isn't dinky cocks like Jim's got."<br />"It's something that every girl should try," said Jayne, and she leaned forward and took Jim's hard cock in her mouth, an experience made doubly enjoyable by the gasp of her niece.<br />"Aunt Jayne, how can you do that? I'm going to my room! I never want to see either one of you again!"<br />Jayne grabbed her niece by the skirt and stopped her. She slipped her other hand up under her skirt and groped at Barbara Jean's cunt, and at once the angry scowl left the girl's face and she was panting and looking very distressed. "Please, Auntie Jayne, not in front of him! You know I just love it when you're nice to me that way, but I can't stand to have him watching!"<br />Jayne deftly slipped aside the crotchband of Barbara Jean's panties and just as deftly slipped her index finger up in her cunt. It entered quite easily, for her niece's cunt was, all slippery and wet with slick goodness. Barbara Jean was panting in earnest now, and clutching at her feverish loins as her aunt slid her finger out of her cunt, and softly said, "Don't run off, dear. Jim won't hurt you. I'll be here to see to that. I always know what's good for you, now, don't I? And it'd be very good for you now if you simply stood where you are while we help you undress. You know I'll be gone in a few days, and this might be the very last chance we have to be nice to each other."<br />Jayne's finger had been on the move along with her tongue, slipping and sliding out of a tight little hole that had had nothing more than neglect for the past several days. The words that Jayne spoke and the finger she moved had. Barbara Jean swaying with indecision when Jim stepped forward to unbutton her blouse.<br />"Man oh man, I've always wanted to take a good look at her tits!" Jim said as he opened her blouse.<br />"I'll let him look!" said the anguished and very hot girl. "But then I've just got to be alone with you, Auntie Jayne."<br />"We'll see," said Jayne, still sliding one finger in and out of Barbara Jean's juicy cunt, and now warmly massaging her own hungry cunt.<br />"Not bad," Jim said. He had slipped up the cups of his sister's brassiere in his eagerness to get at her tits, and now he was playing with both of them, quite ignoring Barbara Jean's tearful protests.<br />"Make him stop, Auntie Jayne! I only said he could look!" She shoved her naked and giggling brother away from her, saying, "Just stop it or I'll tell Mom all about this!"<br />Jayne moved her thumb up to Barbara Jean's clitoris, and that little movement was more effective than shackles in holding her niece where she was. Jayne's voice was a purr as she said, "She won't breathe a word of this, Jim. Just look, she's about to cum."<br />"I am not!" said Barbara Jean, fists balled up at her sides, quaking, and shaking all over with anger and animal heat. "I won't do a thing as long as he's here! I may not ever cum again!"<br />"Fine, then just stand there," said Jayne, and nodded in her direction at Jim, who moved in with both hands reaching out for her.<br />"I hate him, Aunt Jayne! I can't stand having him touch me!" said Barbara Jean, and Jim peeled off her blouse and unhooked her brassiere and reached around her to squeeze her bare tits.<br />"Auntie Jayne, I thought you loved me!" said Barbara Jean, weeping and squirming her cunt against Jayne's moving fingers, and her grinning brother unzipped her skirt.<br />Barbara Jean was too weak from fighting against her lusts as her brother and aunt quickly took off her skirt and panties. She was so out of her head that she didn't react to her bare-assed nudity until Jim said, "She hasn't hardly got any hair on her cunt."<br />It was only then that Barbara Jean shrieked and tried to cover her tits and her cunt. She might have found the strength and the will power to scamper away then, but her laughing aunt yanked her down on top of her to simultaneously tickle her and further excite her.<br />Aunt and niece rolled naked on the couch. They were tit to tit and belly to belly and cunt to cunt, and all of it was in constant motion and driving Jim half out of his mind. His cock was so hard that it hurt, and his balls were so full of jism that some of it drooled out the end of his cock.<br />Jayne was soft and voluptuous, Barbara Jean was lithe and firm. Together they presented a contrasting picture of every woman and girl Jim had ever lusted for, and they were so closely mingling that it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began.<br />He got up on the couch on his knees, between two pair of flailing legs, Barbara Jean's hard little asscheeks were twisting and squirming in every direction, while under her cunt and Jayne's, Jim could see the marshmallow soft buttocks of his aunt as they turned this way and that on the couch cushion. He couldn't quite see all of their cunts, not until Jayne reached down and widely parted his sister's firm buttocks.<br />"Don't, Auntie Jayne! Let me up now!" Barbara Jean squealed, then screamed at the top of her lungs as she looked back over her shoulder to see Jim moving in on her.<br />"Hold her still, Auntie Jayne! Hold her still!" Jim said, thrusting his steely hard cock between his aunt's spreading fingers.<br />Barbara Jean was an elusive target. She continued to scream and squall and thrash in every direction as her brother jabbed with his cock and her aunt spread her asscheeks wide. The girl knew very well that those hands on her backside were not enough to hold her where she was, but they somehow combined with the naked and wonderfully mobile body of her aunt to keep her from wrenching herself out from between Jayne and Jim.<br />She felt Jim's cock plunge into her asshole, and she screamed once again and succeeded in twisting away from it. And then, up in her cunt went his cock, just for an instant before she could twist away and expel it, but quite long enough for it to leave a shamefully burning brand deep inside her.<br />Jim didn't care which hole he was fucking in. Not until his jabbing, stabbing cock slipped further down and rammed though the red-haired cuntlips of his aunt. That sweetly familiar cunt wasn't as tight as his sister's, but the sudden orgasmic gasp from his aunt was better by far than any mere physical sensation.<br />One jab and one gasp, and Aunt Jayne was cumming. Barbara Jean felt it very clearly, even through all her wailing and twistings. She felt it come up out of Jayne's cushiony belly and enter her guts, and completely break down her resolve not to cum herself.<br />"Stick it in me! Jim, let me feel it again!" she implored, although she could still clearly feel every hot, inner imprint already made by his cock.<br />Jim obliged, quite blindly, quite happily, thrusting indiscriminately with his hips, stabbing anywhere he could with his cock, not knowing at all now which of four lovely holes he was entering with a cock that was spurting jism.<br />"Uh-h! Oh-h! Aunt Jayne, he's really making me cum!" said Barbara Jean.<br />"Yes! Yes, keep it up! My God," said her aunt, "I can feel it every time he goes into you!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLS-Uj6co9Iw7ivSGqZl3VsqCn_ei9GDMbondIwFETJrsGcXrxMFCQ3zgFxSv0eKZL7BLtX-80IiMSepcyY2mfNxV03v6HgK9Fpcl0h4CTIEf90Sxo4nsTwsmPL6iLMuAKjnxPmc5wAA/s1600-r/5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxd4KxZjZhymlryRkIAL4R4jngqzQDmo__jxwJBM5hHcQog3m972-dbTyOYqE5S6Cl8npoCB0OhAjZ-XFfKiQHGff2FyQzwAotnWGRUg9_qgodITzo25FaUMPtNbStVdkeymksLIRFFA/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139227644087771666" /></a>Holding onto his sister's obligingly uptilted ass, Jim fucked all he could of both her and their aunt while his cock gushed and spurted. His pearly white jism was all over Barbara Jean's darling white buttocks and all over the frantically squirming cunts that were kissing so wildly. At any place it thrust, Jim's cock found a welcome home. Even in between their cunts was a great delight, for then the knob of his cock could reach both of their clitorises, and send the two naked females off on another peak in their orgasmic embrace. It seemed to drag buckets of jism out of him. Each of his hot ejaculations were long and drawn out, making him shudder and moan and grab with his hands and thrust hard with his cock, and each one was quickly followed by another that sent his cock spurting into a different hole. His cock seemed to have the Midas touch, not for gold, but for cunt, for each place it touched was at once turned into a cosmic cunt. When at last he slumped forward on top of his sister's nude body, he knew that at last he had learned all there was to know about fucking, and he knew he was too exhausted to ever fuck again.<br />CHAPTER EIGHT<br />When Jim's cock came to rest it was nestled closely between the cunts of his aunt and his sister. They were still squeezing orgasms out of each other, and taking every advantage they could of the rubbery hard cockhead so closely sandwiched between their clitorises.<br />"Fun?" said Aunt Jayne, burrowing the stiff nipples of her tits against her niece's delightfully firm little tits.<br />"Gosh, it was great! It still is! It's much better than a dildo!" Barbara Jean enthused, wiggling happily between her immobile brother and her sensuously writhing aunt. "But it's getting away from us now. Jim, don't take it away!"<br />"In some ways a dildo is better," Jayne said with a sigh, as Jim's dwindling cock slowly receded from between their warmly tingling and closely clasping cunts.<br />Barbara Jean begged her brother to do it some more, and Jayne said, "I'm afraid he's gone soft for a while. It's up to you and me to get him up hard and ready again if we want to have any more fun with his cock."<br />"Gone soft? I want to see," said Barbara Jean, and Jim was flopped over against the back of the couch as his sister wriggled out from under him.<br />Both Jayne and Barbara Jean helped to sit the vapidly grinning teen on the couch cushions. He sat there slumped back, while his sister examined his cock.<br />"Gee, there's just nothing to it now!" said Barbara Jean. "It felt even bigger than our dildo before, but now it's no more than a fat little worm."<br />"Believe me, your brother's got a beauty of a cock."<br />"It just looks silly now. And I was so scared of it before." Barbara Jean laughed as she flopped Jim's wet cock back and forth between his open thighs.<br />"Kiss the beauty," said her aunt. "You should, you know, after all the pleasure it gave you."<br />"Kiss that silly thing?" Barbara Jean tossed her head back and laughed, and laughed again as she pulled on her brother's limp cock. "There isn't enough there to kiss even if I felt like it."<br />"It's all nice and wet with cunt juice," said her aunt.<br />Barbara Jean's eyebrows went up. She licked her lips, then bent down and licked the knob of the cock peeping out of her hand. She giggled and said, "It sure is." And she managed to wrap her pink lips about the pink knob and nurse on it quite well.<br />Jim breathed a weak sigh.<br />"Mm-m-m," said Barbara Jean. "Tastes better than cunt"<br />"I know what you mean," said her aunt. It was absolutely inspirational to her to see Barbara Jean sucking Jim's cock. Just minutes before Barbara Jean had been revolted by it and appalled by her nakedness, and now she was getting all she could of his cock in her mouth and glowing with pleasure instead of shame. Together they made a pretty picture, Jim relaxed and Barbara Jean still excited, both of them beautifully naked and quite unashamed of it. Jayne leaned over and kissed Jim's cheek, then leaned down and kissed the top of Barbara Jean's head.<br />"It seems to be getting a little bigger," said Barbara Jean, and immediately took Jim's cock in her mouth again.<br />"And I seem to be getting a nice little twitch in my cunt again. How about you?" said Aunt Jayne, and reached down between Barbara Jean's slender thighs.<br />Those thighs quickly opened. Barbara Jean, like her aunt, wasn't one to pass up any pleasure to be had. She smiled up at her aunt with her eyes, and would have blown her a kiss if her mouth hadn't been so filled with stiffening cock.<br />Jayne hadn't had nearly enough of Jim's cock, nor of his sister's cunt. Barbara Jean was seated just on the edge of the couch. Jayne was reaching across Jim's legs to tickle and rub her niece's cum-smeared cunt. Barbara Jean tried to grasp Jayne's hand when Jayne started to remove it from between her legs, but Jayne drew it away and licked her wetted fingers.<br />Delicious! Jim's sex or Barbara Jean's sex, the taste of either one had a salutory effect on their aunt. But the taste of their sex in combination had Jayne licking between her fingers and smacking her lips before she got down on her knees on the carpet.<br />Barbara Jean was already opening her legs for the kisses her aunt had taught her to dote on. They'd been playing for only a very short time, but already her little cunt was more swollen, and more beautiful, than Jayne could recall having seen it. She gazed at it, tormenting herself with its proximity, while with the tip of her tongue she sought and found cunt juice and jism and girl sweat between Barbara Jean's satiny pink thighs. Barbara Jean's cunt was even pinker than her thighs and so beautifully puffed and swollen that the silky hair all about it seemed thinner, making Barbara Jean's cunt look like that of a much younger girl.<br />Jayne was getting marvelously excited again. So was Barbara Jean. Jayne was deliberately teasing herself now, retracing sweet paths her tongue had already taken, and forcing herself to keep her hands on Barbara Jean's calves instead of clutching and rubbing at her horny cunt. Whatever it was, self-control or auto-erotic technique, Barbara Jean didn't have it. Still sucking on Jim's cock, quite lustily now, the lovely girl began rubbing her cunt with vigor.<br />It doubled the torment and pleasure for Jayne, then redoubled that when Barbara Jean stopped her flying fingers and used them to spread out the lips of her cunt very widely. The flesh within was lividly pink and glistening wet. Its sweet perfume alone was enough to make Jayne feel giddy.<br />She moved her head closer in between Barbara Jean's thighs, smacking kisses, sucking succulent flesh as she went. Barbara Jean couldn't stand it. She started rubbing her cunt once again, gave it a good, hard massage from top to bottom, and then held her cuntlips open with tensely trembling fingers, awaiting the arrival of her Aunt Jayne's mouth.<br />A ripple of orgasmic splendor swept through Jayne's body as she placed the warmest of kisses on the hottest of Barbara Jean's private parts. It was still tingling through her as she backed off to gaze upon what she had kissed, and now Barbara Jean inserted her middle finger in her fuck hole and rapidly, frantically started stabbing it in and out. Jayne took Barbara Jean's finger out of her cunt and kissed it, then thrust her waggling tongue as far as it would reach in her hole.<br />The orgasm that swept though Jayne was a first for her. She had never cum just from kissing a girl's cunt, no matter how lovely and tasty that cunt was. But it was more than just Barbara Jean's cunt that inspired Jayne's orgasm. It was Barbara Jean herself, ecstatically sucking on Jim's fully hard cock, and it was also the sight of Jim, sprawled back on the couch and panting with pleasure that his dear Aunt Jayne had first shown him. Through the media of Barbara Jean's cunt, Jayne thanked them both for her pleasures. She was certain that each of her passionate kissing and licking were being felt by Jayne as well as by Barbara Jean, transmitted to him through the mouth of his sister. Jayne kissed Barbara Jean's cunt more avidly still, and now the cuntal pleasures in the girl were such that she fell back against the couch beside her brother, spread her legs wider, and came.<br />"Oh, Auntie Jayne! Yes! YES, SUCK YOUR BABSIE'S HOT CUNT! AOW! OH! SUCK IT AND MAKE ME CUM! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!"<br />Jim sat up and took notice, first of the way that his aunt was sucking and kissing his sister's cunt, and then of the way his cock was neglected. It was stiff as a board and all wet from his sister's kisses, and now it was wrapped in his flying fist as he gaped at the beauty of his beautiful aunt sucking off his sister.<br />Jayne reached up and stopped him. She took her dripping mouth from Barbara's explosively hot cunt long enough to say, "No more masturbation. You promised. And there's really no need for it, dear, when your sister and I are both here."<br />Jim looked down at his aunt, who winked back at him as she went back to kissing Barbara Jean's cunt. Then he looked at his sister, leaned back against the couch cushions, moaning and panting through her open mouth. He stood up on the couch, stepped over his sister till he was straddling her thighs, and there he took her head in his hands and guided her mouth to his cock.<br />Barbara Jean looked just like she'd discovered an old and cherished friend. She sat up to get more of his cock in her mouth, then took hold of his thighs and drew him forward and deeper into her mouth while she leaned back again to enjoy the cunnilingus of her aunt.<br />Jayne kept rubbing her cunt and eating Barbara Jean's and cumming and cumming in almost a steady stream. But now she quit her steaming hot cunt and reached up with a slippery wet hand to delve and probe for Jim's tight asshole. She couldn't even see that orifice between his quivering tight buns. Neither could he as he looked back over his shoulder. But Jayne delved and probed on till the tip of her finger found least resistance, and then inserted the whole of her finger and began slowly butt-fucking her hotly shivering nephew.<br />He could stand it for only a very short time. Then he was down from the couch and at her, trying to kiss her and hug her and feel her tits and finger-fuck her and eat her and fuck her, all at the same time. Barbara Jean looked at them, too dazed and dazzled to move, but looking sadly alone now that Jim's cock had been taken from her mouth and Jayne's mouth taken from her cunt.<br />Jayne had to calm Jim down just a little. Kissing and hugging him, laughing and petting him sweetly, she said, "Darling, don't try to do it all at once. Just relax. We're not going anywhere. Relax and have a good time. Okay?"<br />Still panting, wide-eyed, Jim nodded and said, "Sure! Okay! I'm-relaxed! I'm okay!"<br />"Of course you are," said his aunt, and gave him a good long kiss, fully tasting the flavor of Barbara Jean's cunt on his mouth. Then she petted his head, licked around the corners of his mouth, and easily guided his head down between her legs to where he could get a good long taste of her cunt.<br />"Ah-h-h. Oh, that's fine, honey. Do me real good," she said.<br />He started out at her side, with his head almost upside down between her legs, his hot tongue flashing, his eager lips sucking. Jayne stroked his head and caressed her tits and enjoyed, enjoyed, enjoyed.<br />Up on the couch, Barbara was sitting up, watching longingly, squirming her thighs together and rubbing her legs. "I haven't forgotten you," said her aunt, and smoothly changed Jim's position, so smoothly that his tongue never left her cunt as she moved about till he was crouched down between her upraised knees. He still kept on sucking her cunt, perhaps even more avidly now that he had such excellent access to it, while Jayne leaned back on her hands and let her orgasms flow into one.<br />"Oh! Yes! DARLING!" she cried, lifting her ass off the carpet till he had both her cheeks in his hands, still sucking, still making her cum.<br />"YES, JIM! A LITTLE MORE! ALL FOR ME!" she exclaimed, as her orgasm peaked and she clung to that orgasm, grimacing, tossing her head, tilting her hips up for more of his mouth while her entire body quivered and shook with her joys.<br />Barbara Jean pounced on her then. She came off the couch in a rush and kissed her hotly, extending the peak of her aunt's drawn out orgasm, then going for her tits. She bit them and squeezed them and kissed them and mauled them, sending Jayne into new raptures, driven still farther into ecstasy by Jim's hot gaze looking up past her cunt hair at his sister's hands and mouth on his aunt's lovely body.<br />Jayne fell back on the floor, grabbed her niece and yanked her on top of her face. Barbara Jean moved right along with Jayne's hands, then settled down with her cunt on her aunt's upturned face, writhing her lithe body, smiling and fondling her fine tits.<br />"EEK! OH!" Barbara Jean screamed as her Aunt Jayne suddenly sucked on her clit just as hard as she could. The girl had never been so quickly catapulted into an orgasm.<br />Then right at the peak of Barbara Jean's sudden pleasure, Jayne rudely threw her off her chest and onto the floor. The girl was still cumming, almost pathetically now, quite alone, and desperately clutching her cunt. Her solitude didn't last long. Jayne yanked Jim's head from between her legs and thrust him in Barbara Jean's direction, for Jayne was starving for cock, any cock, but most of all cock that was hard and close to cumming.<br />"Oh! Oh, that's just super, Jim! OOOO! I didn't think guys could kiss cunts as good as girls! OH! OH-H-H, JIM!" Barbara Jean ecstatically wailed, until her aunt shut her up by turning about and holding the red-haired lips of her cunt open wide.<br />The three had a daisy chain going then. Sister and brother and aunt and nephew and niece were all sucking each other off. Jim's cock was delicious to Jayne. She wanted to suck in his balls, as well, though his bone-hard, red-hot cock filled her mouth with its goodness, while down below, his sister's hot little mouth was showing a passion it never had before. Of course Barbara Jean was half out of her mind with her joys, as was Jim, for neither of them had known the wild pleasures of thee-way sex before. Jayne had, but never with two teens as willing and able as these, hand-trained by herself, and as close to her as they could ever be.<br />Their orgasms traveled about in a circle. Their bodies, united mouth to loin and lain to mouth, acted as a superconductor for sex, purest pleasure racing about till all three felt raised up off the floor in a dizzying spiral that surely would take them to heaven.<br />When Jim came in Jayne's mouth, Jayne was sure that Barbara Jean could taste it as well as she could. Her niece seemed to confirm this through each of her kisses. Jim certainly felt himself cuming, and transferred much of his pleasures directly to Barbara Jean's cunt. Thus it was that the daisy chain remained unbroken till at last all three fell back sighing.<br />It was Jayne who first raised her head. "My goodness," she said. "I got a bit carried away. How perfectly delightful! But I hope I didn't tire you two dears out. Here I am, supposed to be taking care of you, and there you are, just exhausted and flat on the floor."<br />Jim and Barbara Jean both jumped up together, and each of them grabbed one of their aunt's hands and dragged her to her feet.<br />"Let's all go in my bedroom and have some more fun!" said Barbara Jean.<br />"Let's go in mine," said Jim, "it's closer."<br />CHAPTER NINE<br />Marge Denton wept all the way home from the airport. "I still can't believe it," she said. "All those years, and he leaves me for another woman."<br />"Don't cry," said Jayne. "You might be better off. Howard has his good points, but he certainly has his bad ones as well. I guess I feel a little guilty that he's my brother."<br />"Please don't. It's all my fault. I just wasn't good enough for him. I'm not good enough for anyone. Jayne, you're some kind of a saint to have picked me up at the airport. I was almost afraid to call you when I got in."<br />"I'm certainly glad you did," said Jayne, and indeed she was, for she and her niece and nephew had been having a most interesting and frolicsome game of Nude Man's Bluff when the telephone rang. Jayne had brushed out her hair and smeared on some make-up, had thrown a dress on over her naked body and rushed to meet her weeping sister-in-law. The teens had just as hurriedly started to clean up the house. Jayne certainly hoped they'd kept at it, and hadn't tempted each other into bed when she was gone. Jayne didn't feel at all guilty about the fun they'd had together while she was on her New Jersey vacation. She felt sorry for Marge, however, not because of her break-up with Howard, for Howard wasn't all that good a man, and Jayne knew at first-hand how well a woman can do by herself. She felt sorry for Marge because Marge now looked so old, so tired, and so frumpy in the long-sleeved and long-skirted dress she had on, the raincoat, the unattractive shoes. Clearly, Marge had some adjustments to make as a newly single woman.<br />"You know," said Jayne, "I think I'll stay here for a few weeks more. You'll need some help with the carnations. And since Howard's got himself hooked up with a local woman back home, he'll be around to look after my roses. By the way, what's her name?"<br />"I don't know. I think her name is Dottie. I know she owns a nightclub there. Oh-h-h, what will the children say? Oh-h-h-h, Jayne, it's so good of you to stay on here."<br />"Dottie?" said Jayne. "Dottie from the Iron Door? Marge, that's simply hilarious. You're better off than I thought you were, dear. Any man who'd get serious with Dottie has too many holes in his head."<br />The children took the news surprisingly well, especially when they heard that their aunt planned to stay on and help out for a while.<br />"Pop was gettin' awful grouchy and lazy," said Jim. "Auntie Jayne can take my room and I'll sleep on the couch."<br />"I'll miss him," said Barbara Jean, "but we can get along just fine if we all work together. And there's no reason for you to sleep on the couch, brother dear. Auntie Jayne can share my bed with me."<br />Jayne laughed and said, "I appreciate your concern, but for heaven's sake, don't worry about me. I've always been able to find a bed when I needed one. Come now, Marge. I'll help you unpack. You must be exhausted."<br />Marge, shoulders slumped, went along with her sister-in-law. She flinched and tried to draw away when Jayne slipped her hand about her waist. Jayne had always admired Marge. She was a good-looking woman, healthy and robust, although now she looked older than her years, beaten down by the cruel fists of time and circumstance.<br />In the bedroom, Jayne faced her and took her cheeks in her hands, saying, "Forget I'm Howard's sister. I'm your friend, and ready to help you. Can we be friends, Marge?"<br />Marge murmured yes and tried to draw away again. Jayne held her there, kissed her soft lips, hugged her soft but tense body close to hers.<br />Marge backed off from the sisterly kiss and said she had to go to the bathroom. Jayne got her suitcase and opened it, took out her toilet articles and breezed right into the bathroom with them. Marge, seated on the toilet, quickly tried to cover up. She jerked her skirt down over her knees, but not quickly enough to prevent Jayne from seeing the marks on her thighs.<br />Jayne smiled and set Marge's toilet articles down. Marge was looking at her very warmly, and she looked even more so when Jayne knelt down before her, placing her hands on Marge's knees.<br />"Like they asked Mrs. Lincoln," said Jayne, "other than losing your husband, did you have a good time?"<br />"It was all right. But Oregon's too cold and wet for me."<br />"It is for me, too. I like it best when it's warm and humid. I like wet heat. While Howard was out diddling around with Dottie, did you find any interesting males to get you in a nice wet heat?"<br />Marge shook her head, averting her eyes and drawing her knees closer together.<br />"There aren't many good males out there in Oregon. You've got to take what you can find."<br />"What're you doing, Jayne?" she said.<br />"Just getting comfortable. I'm afraid I've got myself pretty hot while I've been helping you with your lovely sex fantasies. I'm afraid I've got to help myself, too. Do you mind?" said Jayne, and drew up the bathroom stool and sat down on it, knee to knee with Marge.<br />"N-No, I suppose I don't mind," said Marge, gazing at Jayne's close nakedness, not knowing quite what to think or do.<br />"Oh, yes. My cunt's almost as wet as yours," said Jayne, rubbing and squeezing that part of her body, sighing deeply as she played with her naked tits, smiling very warmly at her sister-in-law.<br />"You're going to have to help yourself now, Marge. At least for a little while. Ah-h, doesn't this feel nice. Go on, dear. I'm sure you know how to play with yourself, make yourself feel good. We learn that when we're just little girls, don't we? I used to love to do it with my playmates, when our folks were gone from the house and Howard was out playing ball. Masturbation is fun, but it's even more fun with a friend. I did it with all my girl friends. It makes it lots sexier when you have someone to look at while you're doing it to yourself. Do you find it sexy looking at me while I play with myself like this?"<br />"I... sort of," Marge murmured, clearly unable to look away if she'd wanted to.<br />"It's sexy for me to look at you now. It'd be lots more sexy if you played with yourself just a little."<br />Marge's hands twitched at her sides and went up to nervously rest on her thighs. Jayne licked her smiling lips and continued to languorously fingerfuck herself Marge's hands moved up and down her thighs several times before one of them crept down to cup her silky haired cunt.<br />She gave Jayne a shy smile, and Jayne grinned and winked back at her. Jayne looked down at herself as she pulled one of her stiff pink nipples in the crook of her thumb and forefinger, as she squeezed and massaged her tits, and was more than just pleased to look up and see Marge rather timidly playing with hers.<br />Jayne's finger still played at her cunt. She sat up very straight now on the stool, put the ball of her finger on her clitoris, and said, "Margie, now do like this."<br />"Oh!" said Marge, as her finger quickly found her clitoris, and Jayne quickly encouraged her on.<br />"Yes, darling! Doesn't that feel delicious? Sit up straight, like I am. And get those pretty legs of yours spread out wide, like me, so I can you play with yourself Yes, you just love it! Margie, it's getting better all the time!"<br />"Did you... Did you and your girl friends ever... cum like this?" said Marge, fully involved with it then, rapidly rubbing all around through her clitoral region and squeezing and fondling her tits.<br />"At first we were too young to cum. But we'd just do it and do it for what seemed like hours. And then... oh, Margie, you're getting me so hot I can't stand it! And then later on, when I was ten or twelve, we learned how to cum. Sometimes we'd have contests. To see who could cum the most. Margie, try this now; two fingers deep in your cunt. Oo-o-o-o! Nice? Not as big as a good, hard cock, but not at all bad, and fingers don't ever go soft. Wouldn't it be nice to have a good hard cock between us about now?"<br />"Jayne," said Marge, her voice almost a whine. "Jayne, I'm gettin' awful hot, too."<br />"Yes! That's the best part of the game. Know what else we used to do when I was little? We used to play with each other's tits. At first it was just to make 'em grow, you know? Like this. But then it was just because we liked to do it. Yes, you've such nice, big tits. So soft and full. So smooth and warm. I could cum just about any time now. How about you?"<br />"Jayne, we shouldn't be doing this," said Marge. She looked at the door. She closed her thighs on her hand, and tried to push Jayne's hand away from her tits. "It isn't a nice thing for women like us to do."<br />Jayne laughed and spread Marge's knees apart with her own. She took her hand from Marge's tits, but only to get Marge's hand in motion between her legs again, and she tittered as she guided Marge's hand to her tits and started feeling Marge's big globes once again.<br />"Jayne, let me stop," Marge pleaded. "I promised myself on the plane I'd never have any sex again, and look at me now. Jayne, stop it, please!"<br />"Yes, just look at you now, you beautiful sex-pot, fingerfucking yourself just as hard as you can, playing with my tits while I play with yours, and trying your best not to cum. And you say this isn't nice? Two beautiful women, having a beautiful time together, that's what I call nice. I've a good mind to get down there and suck on your gorgeous hot cunt and show you what's really nice."<br />"I can't... I can't hold it back any more!" Marge wailed, squeezing Jayne's tit painfully, thrillingly hard, and rubbing her cunt in a frenzied fever of lust. "I can't help it, I just have to cum!"<br />"Yes, darling! I am, too! Oh-h-h-h, this's beautiful! Just look at me, darling! I'm fucking my finger now! You do it, too!" Jayne exclaimed, upon the edge of the stool now, holding her hand almost stationary as she humped forward with her hips to devour her fingers with her orgasming cunt.<br />Quite wonderfully, Marge mimicked her sister-in-law in a trice, but as she jammed her hot cunt on her stiffened fingers, still cumming, she exclaimed, "Jayne, this is almost obscene!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJd2M8-YqryY_x7pEPz5t3VLHRitrAk03WDgYo8KU5B6WeahrUvFqAHkachdTYVX6N36SWFZZTIV_g_uilz_lSrPVGzTPRWoqSubiZpKF-wpcOe3aRc9okuMaDK4TAeMDuXR1_nTHWmcQ/s1600-r/7viewpornstarslf2985_s.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtC7GMKe2zOuURwVp0aJ1nTRUv9LmrDqduD4s6vyGL-0A8RpOTu9s50y8bEIeo9wkLmroK_7NYbCgIkGnhcvrlsj-ij11pFRtMtkRwkVB0qzLpkdPGYhOiSTaTu354WYoOMDFzlnX7ak/s200/7viewpornstarslf2985_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139228687764824610" /></a>"Yes, darling, and don't we love it! Try some of this now. Margie, try it on me!"<br />Quick as a wink, smooth as silk, Jayne and her sister-in-law were fingerfucking each other. At the first touch of Marge's hand at her cunt, Jayne exploded into real orgasm. It shocked Marge at first, seeing her sister-in-law churning her ass on the bathroom stool, jamming her dripping wet cunt against her hand, moaning and gasping and cumming with wild abandon. But that sort of thing is contagious, and almost at once Marge was cumming just as hard.<br />"That's it!" said Jayne. "Let it go! Oh, this is beautiful! We're beautiful together. Cum for me, Margie. Cum again and again and again! OH! YES! DO IT TO ME, SEXY LADY, JUST LIKE I'M DOING IT TO YOU! PLAY WITH MY CUNT! PLAY WITH MY TITS! MAKE ME CUM! FORCE IT ON ME! MAKE ME CUM, MARGIE, MAKE ME CUM!"<br />Marge did just that, moaning and gasping with Jayne, almost slipping off her bathroom throne in her unbridled passion. Jayne kept her up there, and Jayne kept her cumming. Through all of her wonderful ecstasies, Jayne remained in command of it all. And now she brought one more lovely orgasm from Marge's hot hands, and brought Marge right up to the brink of a climax herself, then got to her feet and drew Marge up into a close embrace.<br />"Let's go in the bedroom. Let's do it right," said Jayne.<br />"We should stop now! Oh, my God! What're we doing?"<br />"We're doing everything just right," said Jayne. All it took was a very close, very hard embrace and Marge had leaped up to the brink of an orgasm again, and then it was easy enough to lead her in to the big wide bed.<br />"Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more and we'll stop!" Marge declared, as Jayne laid her down on the bed and expertly sent her soaring close to a peak with one little kiss on her cunt.<br />"Yes, we'll stop in just a moment, darling. Oh, you look so lovely like that. Stay right where you are, darling. Don't move for a moment or two."<br />Marge writhed on the bed while she rubbed at her cunt. Jayne quickly got several pairs of panty-hose from her chest of drawers and had Marge's ankles tied to the bedposts before Marge could focus on what was happening.<br />"Jayne! What're you doing now?"<br />"Trust me, dear sister-in-law. Just trust me now, and I'll really take you to paradise."<br />Moments more and Marge's wrists were tied to the other bedposts. She was spread-eagled on the bed, writhing and pulling at her unyielding bonds while her big tits rolled on her chest and her hot, wet cunt went unattended.<br />"Let me up!" Marge implored. "Let me up, or do something, anything. My God, I'm on fire!"<br />Jayne stopped gloating over her nearness to victory and got her dildo out of her suitcase. Marge screamed when she saw the big thing, and Jayne laughed and silenced her with the big thing itself, inserting it into Marge's mouth, and telling the wide-eyed woman, "That's right. Get it nice and wet so it'll go into your pretty cunt smoothly."<br />Marge begged her not to do it. Now, as Jayne began working one end of the dildo through the lips of Marge's very well prepared cunt, Marge was bucking and twisting so that Jayne had to sit on her to hold her still. She straddled Marge's waist, gloating at her careful insertion, being warmed by the big pair of tits that squirmed about at her ass.<br />"There," said Jayne, with half the dildo in Marge's cunt, moving it slowly and well, in and out, in and out. "Isn't that lovely?"<br />"Jayne, stop it!" Marge wailed. "This is too much! I can't stand the thought of that thing in me! Take it out! Take it out or I'll scream for the kids to come help me!"<br />Jayne silenced her sister-in-law by scooting back and placing her very wet, very hot cunt atop Marge's face. Marge's cries were now very well muffled, and her tears were diluted juice from Jayne's cunt. Several times Jayne felt Marge try to bite her, quite ineffectively, producing more pleasure than pain. And as Marge struggled and thrashed in her bonds, Jayne went on sliding her lovely long dildo in and out of Marge's sweet cunt.<br />Jayne could tell when the change in Marge came. She felt it quite clearly, of course, when Marge's tongue was thrust out to taste more of a cunt that was orgasming much like hers was. It took very little to show Marge the way to still greater pleasures. One warm, smacking kiss on Marge's clitoris, a small shifting of Jayne's widespread crotch, and Jayne's sister-in-law was sucking cunt like a veteran.<br />With the dildo, sopping wet now, Jayne once again brought Marge up to a climax. Then she got up from her face to sit down at her side and catch her breath.<br />Marge was a lovely sight to behold. The dildo was still stuck up deep in her cunt, her stiff-nippled tits were still quaking and lolling about on her chest, and her face, looking drugged with lust, was quite wet with Jayne's rich, pungent cunt juice.<br />"Move it," Marge panted. "Fuck me some more with that wonderful thing. Make me cum, pretty Jayne. I'll kiss your cunt some more, I'll do anything you say, BUT DAMMIT, JAYNE, EITHER LET ME UP OR MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!"<br />"In just a minute, dear, you can cum all you want to," said Jayne, and got up and left the room.<br />CHAPTER TEN<br />Marge struggled hard, both to break her bonds and to get her dildo moving again. By then her fantasy sex world had become so real that she felt the dildo was hers, perhaps attached to a handsome prince, but nevertheless hers. She was furious at Jayne for so abruptly leaving her. She knew very well that Jayne would return with some even wilder way to enjoy lesbian sex, but Marge needed that sex now, right away, before she went out of her mind.<br />The very thought of lesbian sex had always disgusted her in the past. It disgusted her now, but it totally thrilled her. She was disgusted with herself, and even that was thrilling, in its way, for it gave her a glimpse of lust which she'd never before known existed in herself. She hated Jayne for having drawn aside the curtain of convention and letting her glimpse those lusts, and at the same time, she longed for Jayne's return. She started to shout for Jayne, but then clamped her mouth shut and lay completely still, panting, sweating, trying to somehow control the quivering of her raw, wet cuntflesh clasping the thick wedge of the plastic cock.<br />She thought about a peaceful, tranquil meadow, filled with buttercups and droning bees-and into the meadow came Trigger with his tongue lolling out and his bright red cock sticking out of his fur. She thought about all the problems she faced as a single woman, the bills and the work of the business, getting her kids through college, doing it all alone -- and she thought about Howard's wonderfully big cock sliding in and out of her fiendishly itching cunt and filling it up with jism. She thought about dying, she wished herself dead -- and she squeezed the dildo as hard as she could with her beautiful cunt and writhed her hot butt on the bed and licked her grinning, cunt-tasting lips.<br />What a fucking life she was going to have now, and it would be a fucking life. She and Jayne, waking up in this bed and sucking each other off, working together all day, then going out on the town and getting roundly fucked by anything -- man or beast -- with a cock between his legs. And then coming home to fuck themselves silly with the dildo, the wonderful dildo that stayed big and thick in her joyously squirming cunt.<br />She lifted her head and gazed down between her lovely big tits, past her wet pubic hair, and there between her legs she could see the other end of the beautiful thing in her cunt. If one of her hands was free, she would wear out that dildo before Jayne returned. If one foot was free, she could kick her dildo deeper and deeper inside her with her heel. She knew very well now why Jayne had left her alone like this. It was simply so she could, all by herself, reach the conclusion that life was worth living in every way, and that if there were any pleasures at all to be had, one should take them.<br />She thought about lying comfortably on her back for a gang bang, with the older guys in line making dirty comments as they waited their turn and the younger ones trying to crowd up ahead. She thought about strutting into a lesbian bar, doing a strip-tease, then sitting on a barstool and getting sucked off by so many butch dikes that she had to suck them all off in return. She thought about how close she was to making herself cum, without even laying a hand on herself, and she gloated within.<br />"Beautiful, isn't she?"<br />Marge opened, her eyes and moaned out a protest, for there beside the bed were Jayne and Jim and Barbara Jean. It was part of the fantasies. Marge prayed that was true... they couldn't be seeing her naked like this. They couldn't be standing there naked, Jim rubbing his hard cock, Barbara Jean rubbing her cunt, both of them gaping down at her on the bed while Jayne stood between them with her arms about their waists.<br />"Go away," Marge murmured, and closed her eyes, and kept them closed though the bed sagged under new weight on it.<br />"Boy oh boy, Mom," Jim's voice reverently said. "You sure do have great tits. Doesn't she, Sis?"<br />"Someday mine'll be that big," said the very familiar voice at Marge's other side. "So big and soft. Mmm-m-m. Oh, Jim. You've gotta try this."<br />Marge opened her eyes and watched as her kids sucked her tits. They'd done it before when they were nursing, she told herself, though that failed to fool her for a moment. Her kids were after sex, not milk. She couldn't stop them. Jayne wouldn't stop them, for that incredibly evil woman was kneeling on the bed between Marge's outspread legs, watching avidly, avidly rubbing her black-haired, sopping wet cunt.<br />Jayne blew her a kiss and winked at her. Marge glared back with all the hate in her soul. Jayne reached down and eased the long dildo almost out of Marge's cunt, and as she eased it back in, Marge shivered and moaned and waggled her hips to get the very most out of that slow insertion.<br />"Do it some more," Marge muttered, tingling all over with orgasms everywhere in her body, and when each of her kids looked up at her, still with their mouths full of tit, she grinned and said, "Yes. You, too."<br />Jayne got up from the bed. Marge wanted to call after her to come back and fuck her some more, but nothing at all could be allowed to interrupt the luxury of having her tits kissed by both her kids.<br />"Oh, that's just lovely. That's just as sweet and sexy as can be," said Marge, and began stroking and fondling their heads the moment Jayne cut her loose from the bonds on her wrists.<br />"How do you like the dildo, Mom?" said Barbara Jean, taking the plastic cock in hand, moving it in just the right way.<br />"You know very well how much I like it, you imp," said her mother. "Have you tried it yet?"<br />"Mm-hm!" said her loving daughter, mouth full of very stiff nipple again, moving the dildo to prove what she'd said was true.<br />"I guess it really is pretty good," said Jim. "But I know I got something even better."<br />"And I suppose you'd like to use it on me," said his mother, reaching down for his cock, finding it easily as he raised his hips to meet with her groping hand.<br />"Yeah, I sure would!" said Jim. "Where do you like it the best?"<br />That question gave Marge some pause. Her ankles were free now, thanks to Jayne. She sat up and gave the dildo a stroke or two, turned to her daughter and smiled, saying, "Join me?"<br />Marge made the insertion. Barbara Jean lay back in just the right position as her mother fitted the idle end of the dildo into her daughter's cunt. Barbara Jean's smile fairly glowed as Marge worked the lovely thing into her. She encouraged Marge on in her most pleasant task by fondling Marge's big, pendant tits until mother and daughter were pube to pube and tit to tit, with the dildo securely joining them.<br />"Have you ever used one before, Mother?" Barbara Jean eagerly asked.<br />"No, but I think I know how."<br />"Maybe I should get on top. Just to start it out. Do you want me to, Mother? I wouldn't mind at all. I like it on top!"<br />"You're forgetting about your brother, but I'm not," said Marge, and turned to her son, anxiously waiting, and drew him quickly around to her asshole by the simple expedient of reaching behind her and parting her lovely white buttocks.<br />Marge set the pace for the triple fucking, and the pace was very slow at the start. It was so slow, in fact, that none of them moved for a time. Marge was more than content to be sandwiched between her two children, quietly, tranquilly orgasming in a manner which both of them could share in completely.<br />When she stirred, they stirred, and settled into a sweet, steady tempo that could not have been better for this, their first real time together.<br />The kids wanted more right away. Marge kissed them and sent them on to their chores, professing a weariness soon to pass. Alone with her sister-in-law, Marge said, "How can I ever thank you for all you've done?"<br />"No thanks are needed. I've always been more than fond of you, Marge."<br />"But I insist on thanking you, no matter how long that may take."<br />Jayne shrugged her shoulders and wriggled her hips settling the dildo closer between them. "I've got some time," she said. "My rose farm is in good hands. Even though Howard doesn't know how to take care of his women, he does know his flowers. Who can tell? I may stay on here for another month. Wouldn't you like me to be on top, Margie, dear? You really must be a bit tired."<br />"I'm doing fine. I like it up here. The view down below is just grand. And I need the practice if I'm going to carry my share of the work and the fun to be had in the future here."<br />CHAPTER ELEVEN<br />Howard eased his thick, hard cock in the tight, slick cunt of the barmaid at the Iron Door, with a sigh that rumbled up from his guts. It was a hot, clasping cunt, just as one might expect to find between the shapely legs of the hot-eyed blonde who had leered at him so lasciviously each time she had brought him another pitcher of beer the night before. Sandals on her feet, ragged jeans on her legs and her hot little butt, and hardly a blouse at all to cover the perky pair of tits on her chest-he could see all of her clearly, as long as he kept his eyes closed. He drew back his gristly hard cock and shoved it into the cunningly cute barmaid again, expecting to hear her say, "Oh, Howard, I knew you'd be wonderful in bed, but I never expected this! Don't ever stop fucking me! Howard, give me everything you've got, forever!"<br />Beneath him, his bride, Dottie, gasped, "Oh, Howard! What a way to start the day! But give me some room to breathe!"<br />They were having a morning fuck in the bed that had once belonged to his sister, Jayne, and which Howard and Dottie now owned. They were still in Canton, Oregon, raising the roses that had once made a living for Jayne. Jayne was back in New Jersey, helping Marge and the kids with the carnations. Jayne still owned half her rose farm. Howard owned the other half, which he'd bought with his half of the divorce settlement money. The divorce had come quickly, thanks to some friends of Dottie's in Tijuana, the same friends who'd arranged for Howard's marriage to Dottie. The settlement had been arranged by the attorney in New Jersey. It was a split down the middle complete and final, although Dottie still thought there was more money on the way. She would probably scream like a banshee when she found out there was no more loot on the way. Let her scream, that was Howard's philosophy. She had it pretty damned good, learning about the flower business and letting little Trixie take care of the Iron Door, with him helping out all he could. It wasn't a bad deal for Howard, either.<br />In Howard's imagination, Trixie said, "Yeah, gimme all you got! Nobody ever made me cum this hard before!"<br />Very real, Dottie exclaimed, "Howard, darling, I can't breathe!"<br />"Then you do the work for a change," said Howard, and rolled them both over, till Dottie was in the woman superior position.<br />Now he could lie back and let it happen. He deserved that. What the hell, he'd worked for thirty years, and now it was time someone else did the work. Now he could dream, and he did. He dreamed about Trixie with the compact little body and the hard little tits. She could give him a workout in bed like no one else he'd ever known. Her little ass would be flying in all directions over his loins, quite unlike the lumbering giants of Dottie's buttocks, slowly grinding it out on his cock. Trixie's splendid little tits would be a pink blur before his eyes, quite unlike the cumbersome swaying of Dottie's big milk bags, all harnessed up in the big twin hammock of a brassiere. And Trixie would be naked when they slept together, not half covered up in the brassiere and wrapper Dottie had lately taken to wearing at night. He'd go to work on Trixie again that night. He'd call her the minute Dottie left the house to do the shopping and take care of the bookkeeping at the Iron Door. Trixie didn't quite have enough smarts to handle books. And that night, while Dottie stayed home and looked at TV, he'd again go to the Iron Door on the excuse of helping Trixie close up, and this time he was sure he'd get in her ragged jeans. He decided he'd fuck her on the pool table and, quite vividly seeing them screwing their brains out there, he came in the cunt of his newlywed wife.<br />"You done?" Dottie asked, before he was completely finished.<br />"Hey, bring me a cold can of beer on your way back from the can, will you?" said Howard, massaging his growing paunch.<br />"Glad to, baby-doll. You lie back and take a little snooze. I'll be right with you."<br />Dottie got up out of bed and tottered toward the hall door, drawing her nightgown about her as she went. Once in the hall, she hurried on to the kitchen, where she picked up the phone and rapidly dialed a number.<br />"Hi, angel-buns," said Dottie into the phone. "Have a good night's sleep?"<br />Trixie's voice was wonderfully petulant as she said, "Mornin', Big Momma. I slept just rotten. But we had a good night. Seventy-eight fifty on beer, thirty-two and a quarter on the pool table, fifteen seventy-five on the pinball, and eighteen fifty on snacks. I lost track of the juke box money, 'cause your old man kept workin' the free play button back behind it. You should never of showed him where it is. I s'pose he'll be here again tonight."<br />"I'm afraid so. But it won't be long now. That money of his ought to come in any day."<br />"That's what you told me last week. Oh, I almost forgot. The new owner was in. He's so hot to take over the place he was just about peein' in his pants."<br />"He's not the new owner till I sign the papers. Did you stall him okay?"<br />"I just told him I didn't know nothin' from nothin'. I told him I thought you'd be in about noon today, if you got back from your fishing trip."<br />"You're the smartest dumb blonde in the world. I'll be there at nine. Don't get out of bed till I get there."<br />"Dottie, I can't stay in bed. They left this place in a terrible mess last night."<br />"You stay right where you are! I can clean it up quicker than you can. I won't have you lifting a finger to clean up after a bunch of drunken bums."<br />"Yes, Big Momma. Whatever you say. But I'm already lifting a finger. Ooo. It's all wet and stinky. Now I'm putting it back down. Mmm. Is it okay if your little angel-buns gets up and takes a shower?"<br />"I told you, stay right where you are! I'll be there at eight-thirty. I'll be there just as soon as I take care of a couple things here. Miss me, baby. Eat your heart out for me, and keep that finger moving real slow till I get there."<br />Dottie hung up the phone and leaned against the kitchen wall, breathing fast, rubbing her aching cunt. She went on into the den bathroom, stepping over the dog who lay at its threshold.<br />"I've got to go see Trixie. You're gonna love her. And you're gonna love living in San Francisco, too, when the three of us move down there. It won't be long. Another week. Just till Fatso's money comes through. Yes, we're going to have such a good life from now on. And once she gets used to you, Trixie and you will get along just fine."<br />THE END<br /><br />VACATION SWAP by Jerry Milner<br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-50405948301583248242007-12-01T22:20:00.000-05:002007-12-01T23:01:06.759-05:00LINE UP FOR THE LIBRARIAN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavICW4NQmzkS0T9ZsjqIq1zQ8Uz2Uw-gfg7zbMNO8HjfI7qBo1CTVAlRWiUEqlAJ2tanVBI9EgIZWf31LKsmbk0Xl1r8Mo6l2QVgblQ83ABwM1SIgja7Pv5gq17d1V7bxNWzZaRA9SYg/s1600-r/4b49af00.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwvFlIwyGjgjbHTvi2GQy5StaFo_f8LNo_TyBRbFRSXcCjFl4miRC1H7rf7boBHUNRd0OwKrl8lQS49H8OlsMsEmz3fgmngwHkXcphvaT0ncGaHp19SIysFPzjos4FJUld3cNG-B4l6s/s200/4b49af00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139211881557795026" /></a><br />CHAPTER ONE<br />Vickie had been reading a sexy novel all morning as she sat primly behind her desk, pretending to work. She could feel quivers between her legs and she rubbed her pussy tensely through her stylish skirt. When a shadow fell across her page and someone coughed to attract her attention, she scowled with annoyance.<br />"Yes, what is it?" she snapped, looking up at the intruder for the first time. She immediately regretted her harsh tone. Standing before her desk was a strikingly handsome young man in a tweed jacket. He had several books under his arm and was staring at her warmly.<br />"I need some help, I'm afraid. I've been looking for a certain book for over an hour and I've had no luck at all. Will you help me out?"<br />I'd love to help you out, Vickie said to herself, immediately blushing at her daring thoughts. "Of course, what is it you're looking for?"<br />He told her, and together they went off to explore the shelves in a remote corner of the library. She found what he was looking for with no problem, but in order to reach it she had to climb up a short ladder. When she turned toward him to show him the book, he was gazing at her oddly.<br />Vickie found herself examining him in return. He really was very attractive, with broad shoulders and wavy hair and a warm and sexy smile. His eyes were on a level with her crotch. When he reached up a hand to help her down, she grasped it tightly. Vickie herself was surprised at what happened next.<br />She took his hand and placed it squarely on her knee, just below where her skirt had risen on her thigh. She stared down at him strangely, her big blue eyes flashing behind her huge reading glasses. Then she moved one step down on the ladder, so that his palm moved several inches higher over her pantyhose.<br />What was she doing! Just what in hell was she doing! In her three years as a librarian, she'd never so much as been out on a date with any of the patrons, and suddenly she was inviting this good-looking young man to feel her up! It must be that damn book! Yes, that damn sexy book was making her all hot and bothered and she was getting herself in trouble. But his hand felt so good!<br />As if understanding her feelings, and without saying a word, the young man slid his hand slowly up Vickie's thigh, marveling at the smooth slender flesh. He kept his eyes glued to hers and didn't move. The only visible motion between them was the wriggling of her stylish skirt as his hand explored beneath it.<br />"Ohhh!" she gasped suddenly. His fingers had snaked between her legs and found the damp mound of her pussy. He was running his index finger up and down in the groove of her cunt, poking her through her panties and hose.<br />"Thank you for the book," he said matter-of-factly, taking the book from her clenched fist and placing it on the shelf opposite him. "I would never have found it without you."<br /><br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpVwhPA6ifxFObYWw3-OjdrVA6cLH5bhCzJHls2jX-PSn7F8mravzgkq83gt1Mksf-u3Pzb9z8w8igx_Mn6GtfJ6rhXDgPp0g8wMqPvSRQQBptAf1dt1UujrVskq736FcPvKQ2y9mfj4/s1600-r/library_bar.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslBzqTiIpCji2LXO3j1h4IJtTej0PcTKrQYvixEimW5hKQOM57dIEZ_xQWnB-Owqih8Hx2xw0NM42CJpzHJxlVug-DZr1GNlbZPeQ1AiYYpmxz009xEROy-3qnamfpMi_5ddDx1tMI4E/s200/library_bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139212877990207714" /></a>"Oh, you'd have f-found it," she whispered, sitting down on a rung of the ladder and spreading her legs wide. The fingers on her cunt were driving her wild! She hadn't realized how horny she was!<br />He took a step closer to her, slid his fingers up and under the elastic top of her panties and hose. His hand rustled through her generous growth of crotch hair and dug deeper, into the warm wet slice of her cunt. He separated the damp lips of her slit and delved inside with his middle finger, wriggling it far up inside her pussy with one deft movement.<br />"Ohhh! Uhhh!" she groaned, her eyes closing with pleasure. She reached and encircled his shoulders, drawing him close to her and leaning most of her weight on him. Her legs spread wide under her skirt.<br />"You like that?" he whispered in her ear, his mouth nuzzling the side of her face. "You like my finger up your cunt?"<br />"Yes! Ohhh, God, yes!" she moaned, clinging tightly to him. "It feels so sweet! Go deeper! Shove it deeper! It feels so sweet!"<br />He glanced at her quickly, surprised at her enthusiasm. He pried her cuntlips apart and thrust his finger far past the second knuckle into her wet cunt. How strange it was for him to see a prim little librarian acting this way! Her dark-blue skirt and white blouse were so modest, in such good taste. Her blonde hair was tied up tightly in a roll at the side of her head. And she wore those huge, silly glasses! She looked so proper, so shy, the absolute picture of an efficient librarian.<br />Yet she was squatting low on the ladder, splaying her legs wide and welcoming his invading hand like a brazen whore. Her cunt was sucking at his finger, drawing him in, urging him deeper. A warm, syrupy juice was rolling down over his hand and forming a sticky pool in her panties. She was hungry and hot, there was no mistake. Who said librarians had to be boring! He made a promise to keep up on his reading in the future.<br />"Finger-fuck me! Finger-fuck me!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse with lust. "Dig your finger all the way up inside me! I love it! It feels so sweet!"<br />He began to plunge his finger in and out of her swampy cunt, swirling it about and spreading the hole as wide as he could for what he hoped would follow. Well why not? Why couldn't he fuck her right here in the library? This was a remote corner on the second floor. He'd seen no one up here in the twenty minutes he'd spent browsing. Who would find them up here? His cock began to stir in his pants.<br />"Go deep! Go as deep as you can!" she grunted, closing her eyes behind her big glasses. "Finger-fuck me deep! I love it!"<br />In and out, he drove his slick finger. Her cunt was so deep! He'd never reach bottom with his finger! He'd have to drill something else in there to even hope to fill her up! Nine inches of hard cock, how about that? Would that be enough to satisfy the little nympho?<br />"Two fingers! Try two fingers!" she begged, her tongue darting from one corner of her mouth to the other. "Shove two fingers up my cunt! I need more! I need more!"<br />He smiled. She was hot! She was so fucking hot! If he didn't fuck her soon, she wouldn't let him out of the place alive! He snaked a second finger into her pussy, and for good measure, a third, plunging them back and forth in her sopping cunt. Her panties were slowly filling up with cunt slime.<br />"Ohhh! Ohhh! Three of them! Three fucking fingers at the same time! I feel them! I feel them all! Ohhh, fuck!" she moaned, rolling her pretty head from side to side. She began to squirm crazily on the ladder, her legs jackknifing every which way over his pistoning fist.<br />Her cunt seemed to be melting around his digging fingers. The flesh was warm and wet to start with, but now it was heating up, growing hot, damn near steaming. He'd never known a woman to get this excited in so short a time. He thought back briefly to all the girls he'd gone out with over the years. They all took so long to warm up! This one was begging for a fuck in a matter of minutes! And she didn't even know him!<br />"Fist-fuck! Fist-fuck!" Vickie grunted, humping her ass up and down on his digging fingers. God, how good it felt! He was driving her out of her mind! She didn't want it to end! She wanted it to last forever!<br />"Want me to eat you?" he gasped suddenly, his arm growing tired from all the jacking back and forth. "Want me to rip off your panties and eat your sweet cunt?"<br />Vickie thought for a moment. Eat her! That meant put his mouth down there and lick her pussy! Ohhh God, how fantastic! Yes, she did! His hand was one thing, but just think of his mouth! It would feel unbelievable! She wouldn't be able to stand it!<br />"Yes!" she wheezed. "Please! Eat me! Eat my cunt! I want you to! I love it! Eat my cunt!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXISau03dp5xi0Ut5HHobCJhA3QxzmwrJWntKMrZXgbZvbY0UdQ74uNNuZKuhu0nQswPSpIx8HlV1e2sGWASWOoKuWYDQ3ELxIENEe7Ka4xh5SZa9cDXh_Z5Ka3b1nLHFn0o9bLvolyHc/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_033.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihA1hDY26eGMG7XzMaXaT6QWiygydFajRsIiXz5yCXVWhcP_vyhw_lKeG541FZAiU7MMEDuDqzG7wNUJrqC2eWXmgvMAFgkf38tr85v7FI61r4dMNYBDgDpnKIv55lIvAaqEvVMg9QTlY/s200/sexy_librarians_033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139213711213863170" /></a>His hand movements stopped suddenly and he was withdrawing his fingers. He grasped the tops of her hose and panties, tugged down roughly. There was a ripping sound and Vickie raised up her ass obligingly. Her panties and hose were quickly tangled in a tight roll around her thighs.<br />"Yes, take off my panties!" she encouraged, watching as he wriggled her hose farther and farther down her legs. He soon had them past her knees and off one foot.<br />He pushed up her skirt, rolled it up over her waist. Then he paused to study the lovely bristling mound of her cunt. He planted his palms on her golden-brown thighs, spread them apart, and stared at her hairy pussy. Her wet twat had split in a wide gash, showing him a deep pit full of bright pink tissue.<br />"Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?" she breathed, watching him nervously. She seemed genuinely curious as to his opinion.<br />"It's fucking gorgeous! It's a stunning piece of cunt!" he praised, still staring. He leaned forward, dug his fingers into her outer cuntlips, tugged them wide apart. Clear syrup gushed forth.<br />"Yes! Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she encouraged, glaring at him nervously. She clasped both hands to the crumpled roll of her skirt, her knuckles turning white with tension.<br />"What a cunt! What a gorgeous fucking cunt!" he raved. Then he was dipping his head, moving his mouth between her splayed thighs, planting a wet kiss on the split slice of her beaver. He began to lick up and down her creamy cunt.<br />"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, thrilling to the touch of his lips on her cunt. "So good! It feels so good! Lick it! Lick my cunt! Ohhhhh fuck!"<br />His tongue traced around the edges of her puffy cuntlips, scraping over the hair-lined flaps tenderly. Then he poked inside, whirling his tongue this way and that between her wet lips, prying them wider and wider apart. Her thick sticky cunt juice continued to slop down onto his chin and mouth. Her pussy hairs were damp and glistening.<br />"Ungh! I love it! Eat me! Eat me!" she whimpered softly. Her belly rippled with pleasure.<br />Her cunt was opening wide for him, by degrees, allowing his tongue to go as deep as he wished. He drove his tongue inside, drilling it far into her hole. When he drew back, he searched out her clit and sucked it between his lips hungrily.<br />"Oooooh fuck! Oooooh fuck!" she wailed, half out of her mind with lust. Her legs lifted up suddenly and wrapped around his head. Her ankles locked together over his shoulders.<br />He pried her cuntlips wide with his fingers and sucked tightly on her swollen clit, driving the poor girl crazy. Her lower body was writhing, threatening to tip her off the ladder. He tried to anchor her in place with his mouth.<br />"Your tongue feels so good! It's driving me mad! I love it! Ohhh fuck!" she grunted, holding the back of his neck and urging him onto her twitching pussy. Her eyes were clenched tight with lust.<br />He grunted, doing his best to breathe in the heated wetness of her pussy. His face was shining with her cunt sap. He had to stop soon. He couldn't keep this up. He'd suffocate if he didn't quit. Besides, his cock was growing hard as a rock in his pants. It was becoming uncomfortable.<br />"Eat my cunt! Eat my cunt!" she groaned, pulling him to her. "Stick that tongue all the way inside me! Ooooh fuck!"<br />He lifted up from her, unable to continue. But before she could complain, he was fumbling at his belt, unzipping his fly, dropping his pants to the floor. He thrust his shorts down his thighs and let his aching prick swing free. Then he was gripping his cock, pumping it up and down, preparing it for her hot cunt.<br />"Ohhhh! What are you doing! Ohhhh!" she complained, her brow furrowing. "Eat me! Eat my cunt! Please! Don't stop!"<br />He grasped her ankles, lifted them up and out in a wide arc that had her legs spread in an outrageous V in front of him. He bent her legs up, so that she was jackknifed up against the ladder, her, naked ass just caught on the one rung. Her cunt gleamed up at him invitingly. "I'm going to fuck you instead. I can't wait any longer. I hope that's all right with you, Miss Librarian, but even if it isn't, I'm going to do it anyway. You've got me so excited my balls are quaking!"<br />He slid forward with prick in hand, found the wet pit of her hole with his cockhead, pushed onwards slowly. Her pussy lips clung to his cock, squeezed lovingly over him, then wriggled shamelessly down along his shaft. One, two, three inches of steel-hard cock drove effortlessly into her cunt. Her pussy channel was soaking wet and warm.<br />"Oooooh! You're inside me! I can feel your cock going inside me!" she wailed, glaring at him with a wild light in her eyes. "It feels so fine! Oooooh, fuck! Shove it all the way in! Ram that lovely cock all the way up my cunt!"<br />He moved steadily forward. He drove more than half his prick up between her lush cuntlips. Then he clasped her tight ass cheeks and pulled her off the rung of the ladder. Her full weight was forced onto his soaring cock. His entire cock bulled into her willing twat. He pressed her back against the ladder, forcing her body into an obscene split.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekQy6s-UFmhiCOkpnNk2MlPoGayIpgqo63aZdhzIyyWS4fIWJ6_f43TdKye-gCcspCMCNaZSuhcUWzK_0tP0Dc19ngQ9m5l-Z1gxrOQK7Lfy3Ga8zJMdAcp41V9MbKqHOdwJoRtw6kWY/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_072.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTWKSjhyphenhyphenpA9U-1ubDY8NE_2LKi8K_9eBAOpqv6275MhrBe7_nR0wsvFizSf0wlGc42ckutID4OGO6hljxcpA6NDdfZSYioqJ8mbPTBJZEt-Mu_THbJM8aMD8qpGaLBBMIwB__4uPb6vE/s200/sexy_librarians_072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139215227337318722" /></a>"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she grunted, sweat gleaming on her lovely face.<br />For the first time they were up close and face to face. He marveled at how pretty she was. She had a pert, cute turned-up nose and the biggest grey-blue eyes. Her cheekbones were high and delicate and her mouth full and suggestive. What little make-up she wore she already smeared and smudged under all the sweat. Her complexion was flawless.<br />"So deep! You're so deep inside me! How big is that fucking cock of yours?"<br />"About nine inches, sweetheart," he announced proudly, beginning a slow humping motion that drove his prick deep into her belly on every stroke. His balls swung between his legs, tapping occasionally at her ass cheeks.<br />"Feels more like a fucking foot!" she murmured, her voice jerky with his pumping. "Such a fine piece of cock! So big! So big! I'd like to see it some time! Would you let me? And I'd like to suck it! Would you let me suck your cock?"<br />He groaned, the heavy weight of his cum swirling in his balls. She shouldn't talk like that. Didn't she realize she could have him shooting any minute? Didn't she want this to last? Well, maybe not. They were in a library after all, fucking like dogs in heat. What if someone were to come along? She'd probably lose her job.<br />"Fuck me deep! Fuck me deep!" she encouraged, pumping her cunt at him and sucking him deep inside her at every thrust. "I'd love to suck you off later, I really would. What a cock! Ohhh fuck!"<br />He jerked his ass back and forth, feeding her long lengths of cock. His movements were steady and deep. He was carving her soggy cunt this way and that, spreading it wide enough for his fist. His prick bucked in her channel, sucked and basted by the warm wet heat of her cunt.<br />"And I'd like to see those tits of yours sometime, too," he grunted. "They feel fucking huge. How can a slender little girl like you have such big tits?" Each time he drove forward, he mashed his chest into her tits. He could feel her stiffened nipples.<br />"Okay it's a deal! You show me your cock, I'll show you my tits! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"<br />She began to writhe suddenly, her body a squirming mass on top of him. He gripped her ass, held her cheeks tightly. He didn't want to lose her. He couldn't afford to have her pop off his cock. Not at this stage. He could just imagine his cum jetting everywhere.<br />"I think I'm coming! Ohhhh, fuck! I think I'm coming!" she snorted, her eyes glazing over. She clawed his lower back, tugging him to her hungrily.<br />"Okay, okay," he tried to reassure her, pumping his cock again and again into her sucking cunt. He had to keep her under control. They were in such a weird position -- one false move and they'd crash to the floor.<br />In and out, in and out he fucked her, quickening his pace now so that he could come before they had an accident. He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders for extra support, hunched his chest in closer to her. Her satin thighs ran up the length of his torso, glued to him as he fucked her.<br />"I've got to see those tits, I've just got to!" he muttered suddenly. With one hand he tore at the front of her pretty white blouse, ripping off three buttons and spreading it wide before she could protest. Her tits were packed in a sheer white bra, but he could see her nut-brown nipples clearly through the fabric. He pushed her bra down and her huge tits flopped over the tops of her bra-cups.<br />"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she groaned, too far gone in her climax to realize what was happening. She twitched her ass at him, pulling him deeper into her steaming cunt pit. Pussy oil was dripping from her hole to the floor.<br />"Oh shit, what tits!" he panted, running his hands over them as best he could in his cramped position. "They're fucking huge! Miss Librarian, you've got a pair of the biggest tits I've ever seen!"<br />He fucked and fucked in and out of her, his ass cheeks shimmying wildly. He pressed her tits to his chest, squeezed and mauled them, felt her nipples scrape his skin like hot coals. Her tits were mouth-watering. He wanted to suck them.<br />"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she chanted, her head lolling from side to side. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her cunt channel deep into her belly. Her eyes rolled crazily.<br />"Ohhh, Miss Librarian, you're the hottest little cunt!" he wheezed. "I could fuck you all day! But I've got to come! I can't help it! You're just too much!"<br />He knifed his cock into her, pistoning his ass cheeks so fast they were a pale fuzzy glow beneath his shirt-tails. He was fucking her every which way, bending her cuntlips all out of shape and mashing her poor tortured cut. Obscene squishing noises rose up from their meshed sex parts.<br />"Coming! Coming! Coming!" she whimpered, her mouth a ragged snarl of lust. "Your cock's so good! Your cock's so good in my cunt! Oooooh!"<br />"I'm going to come inside you, Miss Slut Librarian! How do you like that? You want me to come inside you? You want me to spray your hot insides with all my lovely cum? Huh? Do you, whore?"<br />"Yes! Ohhh God, yes!" she moaned, biting her lip. "Come inside me! Please! Spunk inside me! Shoot all your lovely juice up my cunt! Spray me with your jizz! I want it! I want your jizz inside me!"<br />He rammed her one, two, three times more, then scalding-hot wads of spunk were sloshing about inside her, fired off in quick succession from his dissolving balls. His cum squirted each time his prick lunged deep inside her, splattering the dark walls of her cunt with a million squirming seeds. His cock trembled and twitched, jetting cum.<br />"Unggghhh! Unggghhh!" she wailed, wincing at the force of the jets inside her cunt. "I feel it! Ohhh, my God! I feel your stuff spurting out inside me! It's so hot! It's so fucking hot!"<br />"Aaaagh! Aaaagh!" he grunted, fucking her again and again against the rung of the ladder. He glared into her face tensely, amazed that he could be pumping his spunk deep into the body of such a beautiful, prim-looking woman. And she didn't even know him! She didn't even know his name! She was letting him fuck her, letting him fill her full of jism, without a second thought!<br />"Unggghhh! Uggghhh! It feels so good! Your jism up my cunt feels so good!" she croaked, ramming her ass back at him, the lips of her pussy gripping his invading prick. "Pump me full of it! Fill me up with jizz! I love it! I love cum! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"<br />He did his best not to, firing off bolt after bolt of steaming spunk far up her cunt. His prick fucked through all the squishing cream, plowing in deeper, and on each successive lunge his prick spat out another long rope of cum, coating her hot pussy walls. Her pussy hole was awash with the stuff, overflowing with a quart of scalding glue.<br />"It's firing up your cunt! All my hot jism's firing off up your cunt, whore!" he wheezed, fucking her as hard as ever. He felt as if he could go on shooting all day, jetting the warm spunk up inside her till she choked on it. He hadn't been laid in over a month, and he was getting rid of all the backed-up jizz with a vengeance.<br />"So much!" she raved. "So much stuff! You're still shooting! I can feel you still shooting off inside me! Gallons of it! Fucking gallons of it! Ohhh God!"<br />There was a low splattering sound as all the pent-up cum began to drool out from her hole and drip to the floor. It caught on the lower rungs of the ladder, looping over them like elastic bands of white, then slithered to the floor, forming a greasy pool between his legs. Each time his cock withdrew, it pulled out more strings of rubbery spunk, and they splashed to the tile floor noisily.<br />"What a hot little slut you are, Miss Cunt Librarian," he grunted, his voice finally showing some strain. "I've never met such a hot little slut in all my life! Do you fuck all your customers this way? Do you let all your male customers rip off your pants and fill you full of jism? I bet you do, don't you, you hot little cunt? I bet you drain all your male customers dry!"<br />Vickie was about to say yes. In her excitement she was about to agree with him. But it wasn't true. In all her years as a librarian she'd never let this happen before. She'd led a very quiet life, in fact. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe that was why she was acting so strangely today. The sexy book had turned her on to some extent, of course, but maybe her long time without sexual fulfillment had more to do with it.<br />Well, it didn't much matter one way or the other, did it? She was getting fucked raw, that's all that mattered. She was having her ass fucked off and was experiencing one of the best climaxes of her life.<br />"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh fuck! That's it! That's it!" he was moaning, his movements suddenly slowing. The last of his spunk had fired off inside her, and his hips were easing up in their frantic pumping. His cock sliced leisurely through all the cunt sap and cum sloshing about inside her pussy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZYI-smTa2ABBsum7w_xF7Wpa4GB5T_UmxBdtS_TkwCCEuWQaAlbv6smmJWW_3JY_1JB0uJ6V-RwKxjcILgyyWf-Wu7CEpV5zwXy8eFtzCB7J8TrumfdnFQRefAVH26JXiVpJDXM-26YA/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_008.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGODxuNKHJtevIvDit979h_5RYyj10lt0uJUaTLlUOgxyFbh-uLJWAcCIVWYuLv5f6-9JvD8QQU6ny8k4kAF0lQwOC91UL2XQrUpYZIJ9p0hYWRQQHFIHa9e4eeItleZi8gwKLVzd57s/s200/sexy_librarians_008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139213389091315954" /></a>"I love it! I love it!" she muttered, clinging to him. "I can feel it all washing about inside me! So much of it! So much fucking jizz!"<br />He rammed his cock in and out of her with slower and slower movements. Then he unhooked her legs from around his shoulders, let her wrap them over his swaying haunches. He pawed her tits lazily, tweaking her stiffened nipples and leaving finger marks in the golden flesh.<br />"Such tits! Such gorgeous fucking tits!" he mumbled, staring at them in wonder.<br />Vickie was coming slowly to her senses, the waves of pleasure in her belly fading softly. Her eyes focused and she seemed to see him clearly for the first time. She found herself blushing hotly. She'd just fucked a guy she didn't even know, an absolute stranger! He'd pumped her full of jizz and she'd loved every minute of it! How could it have happened?<br />He seemed to become suddenly shy himself. With a slight movement of his hips, he was pulling his cock out of her, letting his wilting cock slip from her clogged cunt like a limp noodle. His prick was coated in slime. As soon as his cock slopped from her hole, a warm stream of whitish scum flowed free, drooling down the insides of her thighs and splashing to the floor.<br />"Well," he said self-consciously, suddenly aware of his nakedness. He reached down and drew up his pants, slipping his soft cock inside without worrying about the mess it made. "That was very nice. I enjoyed that."<br />"Me too," she said softly, her legs finding the ladder again. She stepped to the floor, a little wobbly on her feet, then reached for her discarded panties and hose. They were too soggy to put back on. She let her rolled-up skirt fall down, covering her wet cunt and slimy thighs.<br />"Thanks for the help," he said, reaching for the book on a nearby shelf. "I couldn't have done it without you."<br />She smiled weakly, suddenly remembering all the vile dirty names he'd called her as he fucked her again and again. She rolled up her soiled underwear and didn't say anything.<br />"You okay?" he inquired, embarrassed. He shifted from one foot to the other, anxious to be off.<br />"Sure," she muttered, smoothing her skirt down over her bare legs.<br />"I'll be on my way then," he whispered.<br />Then he was gone, slipping out from between the narrow bookshelves and into the quiet of the library before she could say any more.<br />Vickie crumpled her soiled pants into a tight ball and began to mop up the pool of cum left on the library floor. Her face was serious for a time, but then came a strange smile. She began to hum softly to herself.<br /><br /><br />CHAPTER TWO<br />Vickie didn't spend much time fretting about her lewd and horny behavior. Business picked up a little in the library by late afternoon, and she was too busy to do much thinking. If she let her mind drift back to the sex session at all, it was with a thrill of excitement, a twinge of wonder that she had been so daring. What if someone had found them fucking between the shelves like that? What if her supervisor had come to check up on her?<br />Fortunately it was a large library, with several floors and many different sections. The area she'd been assigned to this week was usually one of the quietest. That was why she'd had time to read the sexy book in the first place.<br />She took the sexy book home that night, and to her amazement she had to jerk herself off to get to sleep. It was all very strange. Maybe she should see a doctor...<br />She dismissed the thought at once. She felt fine. A little dizzy perhaps, a little sore in the joints from fucking in such a weird position, but as healthy as a horse. As a matter of fact she woke up the next day feeling wonderful. She practically leaped out of bed as soon as her alarm clock went off, and she found herself singing loudly in the shower.<br />She chose an ice-blue bra and panties, a gray skirt and matching blouse. As she began to dress, she cast admiring glances at her bronzed body in the full-length bedroom mirror. Her legs were so trim and long, her tits so full and heavy. What most girls would give for a body like hers! And she had a gorgeous tan to boot!<br />The morning was a breeze. She went out of her way to keep busy, checking and rechecking lists of books that really needed no attention at all. Several times she caught herself humming softly.<br />It wasn't till around two o'clock, when she had an unusually slow hour, that she dug the sexy novel out of her purse and began to read. It was taking her forever to finish the novel because she kept going back and rereading the sexy parts. In a way she didn't want it to end. After half an hour she was so horny she had to get up from her desk and take a walk.<br />Maybe if she jerked off again...<br />Halfway down the hall she ran into Donald, one of her coworkers. He was walking quickly, with his head down, as was his habit, and he wouldn't have noticed her at all if she hadn't decided to block his way. He was head of the business section of the library and was rather an ordinary, humorless young man, but Vickie for some reason suddenly found him very appealing.<br />"Donald, I need to talk to you," she announced, an idea half-formed in her racing brain. "Let's go some place private. It's quite important."<br />He stared at her, not understanding. In all the time they'd both worked at the library, they'd spoken to each other no more than once or twice. What they could possibly have to discuss was beyond him. She gripped him by the arm, leading him down the hall.<br />"In here," she said, glancing to the right and to the left, then tugging open the door of a cramped broom closet. "It'll only take a few minutes. In here's fine."<br />"This is a closet!" he protested, glaring at her stupidly. "What's the matter with you?"<br />Vickie gave him a quick nudge and suddenly they were both inside the tiny cubicle, face to face, their bodies touching. She thrust her tits at him, mashed them against his chest. Her arms circled his shoulders as she drew his mouth down to hers. She tongued him wantonly.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADOIZsJujWNSosTPzfPrx80ntVLpuN58MSYoqfHJyz9JnEJooD-tu6irMPxjQjY4eA_yN8e3WY1zDI31me0PWRa-G4ILgzhBhfMz5e_XnvVSecjoKB7mWZYNnRmnEmbuv8BxzPvjO1bA/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_069.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5oCV5xchl8dg4PhOI39Fpj4HkohQuu_pLU0onMFg1B3muQJRI6FexvcSNvxbMExHeztALFJWz0lnk2QwnuxWQnPxVkRmaa9O7zD95nJX-nreD2k2SDpEEhtOLWFdxpprm97uyKTPseec/s200/sexy_librarians_069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139215407725945170" /></a>"Miss Sssppplllfff!" he mumbled, his mouth suddenly full of her tongue. He dropped the book he was carrying as she crushed him harshly against the rear wall of the cubicle. Her tits crushed his chest.<br />"I need you, Donald!" she hissed, breaking off their kiss and licking his chin lewdly. She slipped a hand between his legs and palmed the huge mass of his balls and cock through his pants. "I need you so bad! I want your cock! I want your cock inside me!"<br />"You're crazy! You're absolutely crazy!" he muttered, his eyes wide. Then her mouth was on his again and he could say no more. Her tongue was snaking in and around his mouth, exploring, curling this way and that.<br />"Mmmmm!" she moaned, rubbing up and down on the bulge of his cock. His cock felt so big! It felt so beautiful! She had to have it! She just had to!<br />With a swift twist of her body she was backing off from him, leaving his mouth open and gasping. She was dropping to her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt and fly. And with several quick hand movements she had his fly down, his pants open, his shorts tugged down off his crotch. Her hand was between his legs.<br />"This is insane! This can't be happening!" he complained. But he didn't struggle. He leaned against the wall quite passively and stared down at her platinum-blonde head. His heart was pounding hard.<br />"What a lovely cock! What a fucking beautiful cock!" Vickie whispered, curling her fingers around his prick. His cock dangled from the hair of his crotch, its mushroom head glowing in the soft light.<br />She shucked her hand up and down on his prick half a dozen times, judging its weight and girth in her palm. Then she leaned over and licked its head quickly running her tongue up his cock and diddling his tiny piss-slit. Her lips came down over the cock crown and ducked forward, guiding it back over the velvet pad of her tongue till she had several inches of shaft inside.<br />"Ohhh! You're sucking my cock! You've got my cock in your mouth!" he marveled, glaring down at her. "I don't believe it! What's the matter with you!"<br />"Mmmfffhhh!" she commented, sweeping her tongue every which way on his helpless prick, bathing it with her hot saliva. Her cheeks hollowed then puffed out, spasming back and forth as she worked on his captured cock.<br />His cock was growing steadily, inflating in her mouth, forcing her lips farther and farther apart. His cock was now eight or nine inches long, bumping the roof of her mouth.<br />"Ohhh shit! Ohhh fuck!" he groaned, rolling his head back. His pants and shorts slipped lower on his legs till at last they fell in a tangled heap around his ankles.<br />Vickie wrapped her fist around the slowly hardening base of his prick and began to jack it up and down. Her head started a series of gentle pumping motions, sinking down maybe four inches on the stiffening shaft then raising up till only the cockhead remained in her mouth, resting contentedly on her tongue.<br />"Cocksucker! Cocksucker!" Donald began to babble. His hips humped gently back and forth, feeding her long lengths of cock.<br />"Does that feel good? Does my mouth feel goad on your cock?" she asked suddenly, lifting off his prick and rolling her lovely eyes up to his lust-clouded face. She held his prick tight in her hand, pointed it at an angle toward her face. His cock seemed to be nearly ten inches long now.<br />"Put it back in! Put it back in your mouth, you stupid slut!" he growled, trying to spear her face with his looming erection. "Suck it! Suck my cock! Don't fucking stop, you silly cunt!"<br />Smiling, Vickie lowered her head and sucked his cock once more. She resumed her pumping on his prick, tugging him closer and closer to climax. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted this gorgeous prick deep up her cunt. But there was no harm in warming him up first. Might as well get his cock good and hard before trying anything!<br />She increased the speed of her movements. Her pretty blonde hair began to bounce. Her free hand came up to cup his dangling balls, squeezed and caressed them wantonly. This was going to be a blowjob that young Donald wouldn't ever forget!<br />"You sure know how to suck a cock! What are you doing working in a library? You should be sucking cocks for a living!" Donald jerked his hips back and forth steadily, drilling his cock through her fingers and into the lush wet oval of her sucking lips. Her lipstick had smudged off into his shaft, decorating it strangely.<br />"Mmmfffhhh!" she agreed, inching his prick deeper and deeper into her throat. Her nostrils twitched as they sucked in air.<br />His prick was now enormous, a great pulsing boom of flesh that shot out from his crotch strongly. His cock no longer needed any support from her hand. For a time she clamped both her palms onto his muscular thighs, sliding her mouth back and forth on his cock without touching it. But then his prick was tilting higher, growing even more, and she had to grip it in one hand to hold it straight and keep it aligned with her mouth. She continued to pump at its base.<br />Vickie's mouth was crammed, clogged to capacity with his prick. His cock was jerking back and forth, stretching her lips as wide as they would go. His cock was pressing down her tongue and bloating out her cheeks. And it was burrowing far into her throat, as if it wanted to drill to her very stomach.<br />"Mmmmmffff!" she snorted. With a dip of her head, she was breathing into his pubic hair, every last inch of his colossal prick embedded in her mouth. She held the position for several seconds, just to show she could do it, then backed off till only the pulsing head of his cock throbbed on her tongue. She drew in great gulps of air and her eyelids fluttered closed.<br />"You sucked in all my cock!" he praised, gazing down at the spit-shiny column of his prick as it emerged from the young librarian's mouth. Sexy smudges of her lipstick were smeared all the way up its length.<br />She wasn't listening. With a quick head movement she was sucking in the shaft once more. Her fist pumped him harshly, without let-up. Weird squeaking noises game from her corkscrewing lips. Four, five and six inches of cock disappeared each time she dipped her head.<br />"I'm going to come soon! If you don't stop, I'm going to come in your mouth!" he wheezed. A fine film of sweat was glistening on his brow. He was biting his lower lip tensely.<br />"It's okay," she breathed, slipping her mouth off his cock. "It's okay to come in my mouth. In fact I'd like it. Yeah, come in my mouth!"<br />"Ohhhh!" he moaned, her words driving him mad. He fucked his prick back and forth in her fingers and let her siphon it back between her luscious lips. Her tongue wriggled lovingly around the bloated shaft.<br />Up and down, up and down she pumped her pretty blonde head, clutching the base of his cock in one hand and the swinging sac of his balls in the other. Her huge tits heaved inside her blouse. And suddenly she was snorting, coughing and gagging at the same time, her mouth and throat plugged to capacity with steaming wads of hot spunk.<br />"Ggggnnnn!" he strained, shooting the scalding jism up his cock stem and into her sucking mouth. He drove his ass cheeks back and forth, drilling her with six and seven inches of stiffened prick.<br />Vickie gurgled, swallowing huge blobs of jism. It felt so weird going down! Like egg whites! It was so slimy and thick!<br />"Eat it! Eat all my cum!" he ordered, glaring at her bobbing face as he humped her. "Suck it all down! Suck out every fucking drop of it!"<br />Vickie tried. She swallowed jet after jet of cum. But she was still coughing, not yet recovered from the first blast that had surprised her so. She lifted her face up off his spurting prick, tugged it recklessly before her gasping face, stared at it as if she knew what was coming.<br />A streamer of spunk shot out from his cockhead and laced itself across her face diagonally, from chin to temple. It shot across one cheek and over the bridge of her nose, splattering the left lens of her glasses and veering onto her forehead. Trails of white began to wriggle down onto her cheek. Her eyelashes were matted together with sticky paste.<br />"In your mouth, you stupid whore!" he yelled at her. "Suck it! Suck my fucking cock! Shit, I'm coming all over your stupid slut face!"<br />Vickie tilted the cock in her hand, nudging her chin with its still-spurting head. She opened her mouth. Her tongue stuck out.<br />Another tracer of white jizz spat up the length of her face. This one rose up like a fountain in a long silver line, between her eyes and into her lovely hair. The cum clung to her nose and dripped into her panting mouth. She licked her lips and sucked the stuff inside, savoring its tangy taste.<br />Her gagging finally ended. She pumped his cock strongly in her fist and seemed to aim the jetting spunk straight into her passive face.<br />"In your mouth! In your fucking mouth, you filthy slut!" he groaned, watching as rope after rope of white jism spat out into her pretty face. He tried to reach for his cock, but she wouldn't let him have it. She grasped his cock tightly and refused to let him hold it.<br />She held open her mouth inches from his spasming cock tip. A long jet of cream shot out onto her tongue. It disappeared into the depths of her mouth in a flash. She smacked her lips noisily and let the warm spunk ooze back into her throat. It drooled and dribbled messily over her chin and down the curve of her neck like thick milk.<br />"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" he chanted, letting her have her way. What a kinky chick! She appeared to want the greasy cum to splatter her full in the face!<br />And just when he thought he'd shot his last bolt, another steaming blast of white struck her eyebrow, plastered shut her one open eye, split into two streams that ran down her cheek thickly. She curled out her tongue to capture one drooling string and the other veered off down her face to her jawline. It dripped steadily to her shoulder.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOuHFksLP2AeToZ4pxfz_kVySixcc93RN9AbvSLrBBn4sUEDkAu377bINhM-IUFojxbpfTMV8sF97V81KKbbkX74-H5pJ1r6XjPufe-YYi2lFEwcHekUDoF8vs1D1nOE3SpkI7I08XuA/s1600-r/messyfacial.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw3o_LFJkmKWEz9tuCNIYNzFL4jI4Hm2_QvH8p_5foDkgEM_Q1L_Y-eFtvtjE8dRUMOQBvy5aKq2IKJ7nC3ynxEhMjmzaHTmwjeIvxcaIRdu04sSYvuI-v4tY-s11h5EPSFXboUb6l5w/s200/messyfacial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139218955368931730" /></a>"Ohhh, fuck! You're all splattered with cum!" he groaned, leaning back against the wall. "It's all over your face! All my jism all over your fucking face!"<br />Vickie smiled, tilting his prick this way and that in case he had any more to spurt. But he was finished. A syrupy drop of cum seeped out of the cockhead slowly, soiling her fingers, but there were no more long streamers. She jerked him off more slowly, licking his purple cockhead with her tongue.<br />"You're all finished!" she pouted, apparently disappointed. "You don't have any cum left!"<br />"Is it any fucking wonder?" he grunted, his balls aching. He couldn't remember when he'd come so fast or so hard. That sucking mouth of hers had him boiling in seconds.<br />"Do I look pretty?" she asked him, tilting her spunk-splattered face up toward him teasingly. "Does little Vickie look real pretty with your jism spurted out all over her face?"<br />Donald groaned. What was she trying to do to him? Why couldn't she rest and be quiet, like other chicks after sex? Maybe because she hadn't come herself... she'd sucked him dry, but she hadn't gotten off herself yet. That was probably why she was still teasing him.<br />"How about when I do this?" she wondered, poking his cock into her face and starting a series of circular motions on her cheeks with its head. "Do I look sexy when I smear your stuff around like this?"<br />Donald groaned deeply. This chick was out of her mind! What kind of girl was she, to let him come all over her face, then talk this way while she smeared spunk about all over herself? Was she kinky or what?<br />"It feels so good! Your spunk feels so good on my face! Like jelly! So thick and sticky! I love it! I fucking love it!"<br />She ran his cock everywhere on her face, plowing his jism into her eyes beneath the cum-smeared glasses. She tilted his prick up along the side of her nose, up her cheeks and across the sweep of her forehead. The oval of her pretty face shone like a white mark in the dim cubicle light. Curls of blonde hair were stuck to her face with drying cum.<br />"Please, enough!" he moaned, glaring at her in fascination as she decorated herself with his cream. "Do you really have to do that?"<br />Vickie rubbed his cock against her face for several more seconds, making sure she had the jizz evenly spread on her lovely, ghost-like features. Then she turned her face up to him.<br />"Let's fuck!" she announced.<br />Donald glared at her in disbelief, his cock still caught tightly in the circle of her fingers. She couldn't mean it, not after what she'd just done to him! How could he fuck in his condition? He felt drained, all his energy sucked out along with his cum. He just wanted to rest.<br />"Fuck me till I can't stand up!" she exclaimed, letting go of his still-stiff cock and standing up shakily. She turned her back on him, pulled her skirt up over her ass, and dug a hand into the tops of her panties and hose. She thrust down, forcing the tangled nylon down her thighs quickly. The undergarments were soon stretched like an elastic rope between her outspread calves. Her naked ass gleamed at him invitingly.<br />"What an ass! What a fucking ass!" he raved, studying her lush ass and the taut muscles of her slender upper thighs. She'd spread her legs so wide he had a perfect view of her cuntlips.<br />"Fuck me!" she pleaded, leaning forward and planting her hands on the far wall of the tiny cubicle. "Shove that big hard cock into me and fuck me till I can't take it any more!"<br />Donald's cock was still hard, much to his surprise. He suddenly gave up all thoughts of resting. He took his thick prick in hand and stepped forward, directing the purple head under the inverted V of her rear. Her puffy damp cunt lips sucked at his cock hungrily as he planted the mushroom crown against them.<br />"Oooooh, yes! Put it in! Ram that big beautiful cock deep up my twat, please! I need it! I need it so bad!"<br />She reached beneath her and used two fingers to spread the hair-lined flaps of her cuntlips. Her ass cheeks slid back a fraction, and suddenly her pussy was wrapped over his cockhead, drawing it inside like a long-lost friend. Inch after inch of cock shaft followed, and in seconds her cunt was crammed with his huge prick, his pubic hair tickling the cheeks of her ass.<br />"Ohhh shit! What a cunt! What a deep, sucking cunt!" he wailed. He began to thrust into her, driving his cock again and again into the wet soggy folds of her hungry snatch. His balls swung, jiggled back and forth by his harsh movements.<br />"Feel my tits! Feel my tits!" She urged, tugging open her blouse.<br />He reached beneath her, and together they freed her swollen tits from the tight harness of her ice-blue bra. He began to squeeze and caress her tits toughly. He tweaked her long nipples and dug his fingers into the plush, swaying flesh. Both tits hung out over the bra and blouse at an odd angle. They were jerked back and forth as he fucked her.<br />"So deep! So fucking deep!" she mumbled, forcing her ass back against him. She was bent over at a sharp angle, making it easier for him to drill her deep.<br />"I'd no idea you were so beautiful! All this time I've worked here and I barely noticed how sexy you are!" he muttered, pile-driving into her with his stiff cock. "Maybe it's the glasses. Funny, though. I never even noticed your tits!"<br />He squeezed her tits for emphasis. He rammed his hips against her satiny ass cheeks, driving his cock far into her cunt on each stroke. Her ass quivered and quaked as he fucked her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08dAC4cwBqpLysUNvHsona6fvcBPY2TKmBLooCU44Xf5q3O6V7jS51wRCbz8EMG9-5QBFrZm71dhtRSvxQSLpllVuq5CAdw1dzT2zdh9BbRETkz8rnT7HmJJS-0N9dlFPIhH3U7078Qo/s1600-r/ato2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yWHjhugrjyfmiHCnj8paFXSM-JP08FnraBCD1h7xovHef2nlGyWouru53Y_2eD2AE0Itqhef5EYsU8bXTnZpajVGUFm33jbkCARBuTfTBe-8PG2xK0x9Kj6VBQKzKqqL1A8kFM-j-VE/s200/ato2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139219741347946914" /></a>Vickie's body was rammed forward again and again into the cubicle wall. She supported herself with her hands, but his thrusts were so strong. Her tits swung back and forth even in the grip of his palms. Her face expressed both pleasure and pain. His cock was digging very deep.<br />"I don't believe your ass! It's just fucking gorgeous! It's so tight and firm! Fuck, it's beautiful!" He released her tits and began to knead and spread her taut ass cheeks. He spread them wide, as far apart as he could get them, watching his slick prick plow in and out of her cunt below.<br />"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she groaned, her face forced closer and closer to the wall of the tiny cubicle. It felt as though someone was ramming a baseball bat in and out of her hungry snatch.<br />"So you like this, huh? You like my cock up your cunt?" He pulled back till only the head of his slimy cock was lodged inside her creamy cunt, then he plunged back harshly, burying every inch of stone-hard shaft inside her.<br />"So much! So much!" she crooned. "Your cock feels fantastic! I love it! I'll never get enough! I'll never get enough cock!"<br />They lunged and bucked at each other in the cramped broom closet, half-naked and sweating. Their pace was slow and leisurely to start with, as if they were both recovering from the blowjob. But then it began to increase, and soon he was lunging at her like a man possessed, fucking his prick deep into her and ramming her into the wall. She met his every thrust with a jerk of her ass.<br />"Ram it deep! Ooooooh, yeah! Ram that lovely cock as deep as it'll go!" she pleaded, her face twisted with pleasure. Her head was turned to one side now. She was shoved up against the wall, her cheek clinging to it tightly.<br />"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come again for sure!" he wailed, his ass pumping back and forth.<br />"Yes! Me too! I'm gonna come too!" she grunted, her eyes fluttering behind the cloudy-white glasses. "Come inside me! Shoot all your lovely jism deep up my cunt!"<br />"Aaannnggghhh!" he strained, humping her with a series of fast, short lunges. "Gonna come up your sticky hot cunt!"<br />He crammed her several more times with cock, and Vickie felt a delicious dissolving sensation between her legs. Then she was coming, her cunt quaking with hot little twitches. Her cunt was sucking him inside, her pussy walls molded tightly around his bucking prick. She clenched her eyes shut with lust and pleasure.<br />"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnn!" she moaned.<br />"Aaaaannnnggghhh!" he screamed, burying his cock one last time and feeling it explode deep inside her. The blowjob had left his prick a trifle numb, but his spunk still shot out of his cock and into the willing body of the horny young librarian.<br />"You're coming! I can feel your jizz up my cunt! Oooooh, yes! Do it to me! Come all the way inside me! Fill me with spunk!"<br />Again and again his cock contracted, spat out wave after wave of squirming hot jism. His prick writhed and wriggled up her hole, squishing along her pussy walls and far up into her insides. Cum seeped back along his cock, slithered out her cuntlips, bathed his pubic hair and balls. It ran down the inside of her thighs like wax.<br />"Such a hot little cunt! Such a hot little whore!" he groaned, pouring out his second torrent of jism in fifteen minutes. His prick sliced through all the cum and cunt juice, splitting her wet pussy lips wide. Jet after jet of creamy jizz fired off, painting her hole white and clogging her pussy to capacity.<br />She felt wad after wad of heated cream spurt out inside her aching cunt. So much spunk! And that guy yesterday had done the same! Two guys with so much jism. Did most guys have as much as they did, or were they both exceptions? Maybe she could find out. Maybe she could do her own scientific study, to find out just how much cum the average guy had!<br />"Take it! Take it all!" he muttered, cramming his prick into her cunt again and feeling the last of his spunk flow out. "Such a hot little slut! Such a whore!"<br />Vickie wondered if it were true. Was she really a slut? She was horny and she loved sex, at least this last day or two. If that meant that she was a slut or a whore, well then okay. She couldn't help the way she felt. She loved a hot cock inside her. She loved the taste and feel of spunk. What was wrong with that?<br />"Take it all! Take every last ounce of jism, slut!" he grunted.<br />"Give it to me! Give me all you've got!" she answered, driving her cunt against his cock. Warm cum slithered and slopped from her hole to the floor.<br />CHAPTER THREE<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12ma0-T2VpndfJI4EfP7hs_rXZKtRzGxv0M3ZiA18hWm4pScxWIOd5_RZ7SPvtm8PJ1Uo7QY2Kj1eEDWHrBrMKwr2lnKz0Qi2WiQ9y9Lm-FYnYnlgHefH0KjmolvIc04UlQe0C_zS4Qc/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_040.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7DxmRo69o8LgK0RPxmy21fh1Vh9A6MztYQK-KwX9U9Zoh-WLRs6euo28nchPfaAc5mrCwyxNdJwWjZG4dhTeilWPXTOMnQz_HtHJQ9gMCkMtSVodlV0X5MjxDK9JHR3yPVCgJh_K-uU/s200/sexy_librarians_040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139213913077326098" /></a>Vickie took a day off.<br />She didn't really need to. But she felt she should, if only to put herself out of temptation's way for a time. She'd fucked two guys in two days while on the job! In the library! At this rate she'd have fucked half the staff by the end of the week! It was only a matter of time before she got herself into trouble.<br />And so she phoned in sick, taking care not to open the sexy book that had triggered her horniness the past two days. She cleaned up her apartment and caught up on some laundry. At mid-afternoon, she packed a bag and walked down to the beach, determined to do no more than doze away the rest of the day. If nothing else, she'd go back to work well rested.<br />And it was quiet down by the water. She smiled to herself, happy that she'd come. The mid-summer crowd was gone and she could choose her spot, sit somewhere out of the breeze and let the sun warm her.<br />She found a spot among the dunes, way back from the water, and spread her blanket on the sand. Then she peeled off her shirt and lay down in her skimpy bikini. What a bikini it was! Good thing the beach was nearly deserted! The thing might cause a riot!<br />She'd never worn it before, convinced that it was just too daring for mixed company. It was a string bikini, four tiny flaps of silk that covered her ass, her pussy, and each of her tits. Barely. It was held up by tiny threads that looped over her hips and around her shoulders.<br />Her tits were so big, the bikini top didn't support them at all. It simply covered her nipples and a few square inches of golden globe. Her tits puffed out lewdly over the top and her nipples stuck out the pale pink silk like thumbs. Her ass cheeks swelled out from the rear flap of the panties, and strands of cunt hair peeked sexily over the tiny pink triangle at her crotch.<br />An hour went by, and she might have dozed for a time. When she next opened her eyes, she was vaguely aware of strange sounds from somewhere near by. At first she thought she was imagining things, but then she heard them again and sat up quickly. It was moaning, as if someone was in pain. And near by. Just over the next dune.<br />Vickie stood up and began to move toward the sound, convinced someone was hurt. But she'd gone no more than a few steps when she came, to an abrupt stop, dropped to her hands and knees on the hot sand and held her breath tensely. Just over a hillock of sand, a few feet from where she'd been dozing for the last hour, two young people were wrapped in each other's arms, naked. The girl had her legs hooked up around her partner's back and was obviously fucking him drawing him into her with short little jerks.<br />Down at the beach, practically right in front of Vickie. Didn't they realize this was a public place? It wasn't fair. She couldn't get away from sex if she wanted to. She was bombarded with it everywhere she went. Maybe she should say something. Maybe she should storm over there and demand that they stop, demand that they quit disturbing her!<br />She blushed hotly. She was a fine one to tell them to stop fucking in a public place! In the past two days she had fucked two different men in a public library! What was she thinking of! At least these two innocents weren't fucking on company time. At least they weren't being paid while they fucked.<br />She sat on her haunches in the sand and thought, her tits crammed against her thighs. Then, as quietly as she could, she crept back up the smooth sand dune and peeked over. She wanted to see them again. She wanted to watch them. Her tummy fluttered with a strange thrill.<br />They were both moaning softly, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Vickie had a perfect view of the young man's pale ass cheeks as he pumped his cock up and dawn, back and forth, into the cunt of the girl beneath him. His red bathing suit was hooked around one of his ankles. Vickie could barely see the girl at all, just a flash of auburn hair and a pair of tightly-clenched eyes once in a while.<br />And Vickie began to get horny all over again. Her tits molded into the hot sand and her nipples started to burn. Her crotch tingled. She slipped a hand into the tiny triangle of her bikini panties and began to diddle her pussy. Her forefinger found her clit and began to wiggle it back and forth.<br />"Don't forget to pull out!" the young girl gasped, glaring up tensely into, the face of her lover. "Don't come inside me! Pull it out! Don't forget!"<br />Vickie watched in fascination, waiting for what she knew would soon happen. It was like looking at some porno movie, except that this was for real. She flicked her clit madly and humped against the warm sand.<br />"Here it comes, baby! Wait for it, here it comes!" grunted the young man. Suddenly he was lifting up off his girlfriend, pulling his ass cheeks back, wriggling his hard-on from her sucking cunt. He took his glistening cock in his hand and primed it, holding it above the girl's spasming stomach. He began to jerk off over her.<br />The young man's girlfriend glared at his cock and Vickie watched with them, all three waiting for the moment of explosion. His reddened cock twitched and quivered in his fist. Suddenly long streamers of white cum were spurting out from his cock tip, shooting out in shimmering ropes onto the belly and tits of the nude young girl. Again and again and again.<br />"Ohhh lover, yes, yes!" the young girl moaned, staring at the jism as it sprayed her torso.<br />Vickie stared, too, remembering how she'd let Donald's cock shoot off on her face yesterday. What must that have looked like? Boy, she should have had a camera! Then she could have run back movies of herself afterwards! How exciting it all looked, that lovely creamy paste shooting from the young man's cock! It looked fantastic.<br />"Oh fuck, baby! Oh fuck!" the young man groaned. He appeared to be finished, his cock wilting in his fist, his spunk spread out like suntan oil all over his pretty girlfriend. He rested his prick on her pubic mound and rubbed it back and forth slowly.<br />"Yes! Oh yes, lover!" said the young girl, running her fingers through his sticky jism. She massaged the stuff into her belly and tits, covering herself with a fine layer of white.<br />God, how wonderful! thought Vickie, diddling her pussy crazily. She'd have to try that herself! Cum was such exciting stuff, and to have it splattered all over her skin was just too much! Again she thought back on the way Donald's cock had spat out on her face. It had messed her up so! She couldn't even see out of her glasses afterwards!<br />The two lovers were slowly coming to their senses, aware once more of their surroundings. Vickie, terrified of being discovered, slid back down the sand dune and crawled on her blanket. She mumbled to herself, cursing that she hadn't gotten to come. Well, there was nothing else for it. She'd have to get herself fucked again. She'd tried to keep her mind off sex. She'd really tried.<br />She rolled up her blanket quickly, picked up her bag and strode off down the beach, her fine tits jiggling inside the bikini harness. Where could she go to get herself fucked? It had to be some place close. She couldn't wait long. Her cunt was wet.<br />On her right she caught sight of a low concrete building set back from a couple of outdoor showers. There were changing rooms at each end. Though the place appeared deserted, she decided to try her luck. She hesitated only a moment, then walked right by the women's entrance and straight into the mens. There weren't many guys out on the beach. Maybe there'd be some in here.<br />Inside the place was one long narrow room, with benches running along the sides and down the middle. The concrete walls and floor were lit dimly by a weak overhead bulb. Vickie squinted a moment, gazed around warily, then saw two men standing naked at the far end of the room.<br />They were young men, tanned and healthy looking. They stood casually beneath a frosted glass window, talking quietly. Their brown bodies were well-muscled and sleek. Their hair was bleached blonde by the sun. One of them had a thick moustache.<br />Vickie immediately eyed their crotches. Except for a towel wrapped around each of their necks, they were both totally naked, and their soft cocks dangled loosely. One of them was circumcised, and the head of his prick shone purple in the dim light. The other had a wrinkled foreskin folded completely over his cockhead.<br />They stopped talking and stared at her, not quite believing what they were seeing.<br />Vickie took a step into the room, dropped her bag to the floor.<br />"I... I need help..." she began, her eyes drifting from their faces to their cocks, then back again.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiZql5anCJvCP8gSnN7Sqb2X5XQOPL1fFoQ3xEjwSHV4r-QyT3Gk31O5TGAtB2-IbO9HCcYzq3Lbx_1KtDSrLIYIEkCnitx8GNVt_il4PlWHAmspi3jjfMdFjzw8z80MmTdTuhXubyZI/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_111.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjky8xRAh_eBj4PjIu0709Lc_Y1DiXvUkM_Wh_6I66BfuON9uxducbJd4ZmmiZ7c2TR2JtIVbFN3cqPSqMTSnlpE66udXxR9jPbBYAk-kSLet8RIjMwozPytU8fDNcchPFNIJ8hcgYGrTc/s200/sexy_librarians_111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139215845812609378" /></a>Neither young man said anything for a while. They simply stared at her, examining her as frankly as she was examining them. They could see strands of cunt hair curling over the ridiculously brief bikini bottom. The beautiful young girl was literally falling out of her lewd bikini.<br />"Are you sick? What's the matter with you?" one of them said at last. Neither one of them tried to cover himself up. It seemed totally unnecessary. Any chick who forced her way into a men's changing room could hardly be shocked if she saw a cock or two!<br />"I'm sick, yes..." Vickie lied, her mind racing. How could she get these guys to fuck her as quickly as possible? She couldn't wait. She really couldn't wait. "Maybe you guys could take a look at me. I really need help."<br />She was moving slowly toward them. When she was no more than two feet from them, she paused, looked them both in the eye, then reached back to tug at the clasp of her bikini top. Both pink triangles of silk fell away from her huge tits and her stiffened nipples popped free. She didn't take the thing off completely, but let it drape from her shoulders. One string looped sexily beneath the globe of her right tit, the pink flap hanging over her rib cage.<br />"My tits are so sore. They need some attention," she pouted, her voice suddenly childish and peeved. "And my pussy isn't in much better shape. See for yourself."<br />With a second quick tug of her fingers, the triangle at her crotch was falling away from the bristling V of her beaver. Apart from the bikini parts tangling about her, she was completely nude, her tits and cunt on full display for the two young men.<br />"Your tits look fine to me," one of them said, getting into the spirit of her silly little game.<br />"And your cunt. Your cunt looks in swell shape," said the other.<br />They took one step toward her and began fondling her, running their fingers over her lush tits and through her wet cunt hair. She felt their soft cocks nudge her thighs. She clasped one cock in each fist, began to play with them gratefully. Their cocks were beginning to fill up already, their puffy shafts growing and pulsing in her hands.<br />"I'm so horny!" she moaned, closing her eyes with pleasure. "You've no idea how horny I am! I need to get fucked so bad!"<br />"So, that's your little problem, is it?" the one with the moustache said. "Hear that, Billy? The little lady wants to get fucked. What do you think? Could we possibly oblige her, do you think?"<br />"Well, Rick old boy, I always say that a well-mannered gentleman should be willing to oblige a lady. It's the least we can do, if you ask me."<br />Vickie groaned softly, savoring the feel of their hands on her tits, the touch of their fingers pulling at her cuntlips. They were kneading her lush tits harshly, tweaking her nipples. She suddenly had three or four fingers up her cunt as each of them explored her soaking crotch. She jacked off their growing cocks roughly.<br />"One thing I always like before a fuck though, Billy, is a blowjob. I always like my cock sucked before I move into action. It sort of gets you primed, you know?"<br />"I agree, Rickie my boy. Nothing like a good suck to start things off right. What do you say, little girl? You up to sucking the both of us before we fuck you? It would make us both feel a whole lot more cooperative."<br />"Yes! I'll suck you! Anything! I'll do anything you want me to! Just fuck me, okay? Just be sure and fuck me real soon!"<br />She was wriggling out from the grasp of their mauling hands, dropping to her knees on the cold concrete floor. She pulled both cocks together, lined them up close and began licking their prick heads, running her tongue back and forth over the purple bulbs. The foreskin had peeled back from the one covered prick tip as she yanked on it and now both cockheads were free and shining.<br />"Atta, girl! Suck those cocks! Get them good and hard first, and then we'll fuck you silly! Suck those cocks!" said Billy.<br />"Yeah! And my balls! Don't forget my balls!" Rick added.<br />Vickie began to work hard between the two men, scouring her tongue up the length of each cock then dipping below to lick the velvety pouches of their balls. She frequently rose up and sucked each cockhead in turn, wrapping her tongue around the mushroom crowns and diddling their piss-slits. She tilted their cocks this way and that, then yanked and jerked on them strongly.<br />It was so much better than sucking one cock! Vickie thought proudly. Double the pleasure, double the fun! Why settle for one cock when you could have two!<br />"Shit, what a mouth! What a hot sucking mouth!" whispered Billy, his cockhead lodged over her right eye. "She sure knows how to use her tongue!"<br />"She's a great little cocksucker! One of the best!" Rick agreed.<br />Vickie jacked off both cocks, then concentrated on their balls. Both pouches dangled heavily beneath the pricks. She twisted her head and sucked Billy's ball into her mouth, pulling it in and bathing it in her warm spit. Then she opened her lips wider and siphoned in the other, capturing both nuts and running her tongue every which way on them.<br />Then she spat the whole pouch out and moved over to Rick's balls, repeating the process carefully. She didn't want one of these guys to think he was missing out! Rick's balls squirmed hotly inside her mouth, bulging out her cheeks lewdly. Tiny bristling ball hairs caught between her teeth as she tilted her head.<br />"Eat them balls! Eat them balls!" encouraged Rick, glaring intently at the sexy librarian.<br />She worked for maybe three minutes on his balls, priming their cocks all the while with even, practiced tugs. Then she began to lick her way up toward their cock heads, moving several inches up one shaft before switching to the other one and always resuming where she'd left off when she went back to the first. Once she reached their cock crowns, she began to suck each one in turn, curling her tongue lovingly around them as if she couldn't get enough of them.<br />There was one more thing she wanted to try before their pricks got too big to deal with. She lined up their cocks side by side, mashed their purple heads together, and wriggled her reddened lips over both hot cocks at once. She slid her mouth several inches down the twin columns, her lips stretched to an obscene width around them.<br />"She's sucking both cocks at the same time!" raved Billy. "Look at the little whore! She's got both our cocks in her mouth at the same time!"<br />"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh fuck!" replied Rick, his voice tense.<br />Her nostrils flaring, her lips pulled cruelly apart, Vickie plunged lower on their cocks, taking in another inch of bloated flesh. But then she was backing off. She concentrated on their cockheads for a while, sticking them both in her cheeks and rubbing them back and forth like giant toothbrushes.<br />"What a cocksucker! What a fucking whore cocksucker!" wailed Billy, driving his prick in and out of her mouth.<br />"She's such a filthy little slut!" crowed Rick, watching the huge swelling of Vickie's cheek as it glowed in the low light.<br />Now their cocks were too big. They were splitting poor Vickie's mouth apart. She let one of their cocks burst free of her mouth with a wet slopping sound and concentrated all her efforts on one prick. Up and down she bobbed her head, sucking in five, six, seven inches of hard cock at a time.<br />The other prick she jacked up and down in her fist, letting a thick pearl of clear pre-cum juice ooze on her forehead. Then she spat out the cock plowing her throat and switched to the other one, devouring it with the same hunger and drilling it deep into the back of her mouth on each lunge. Up and down, up and down she sucked, her hair flying. Then she moved back to the first cock and sucked that inside once again.<br />In this manner she moved from cock to cock, sucking first one then the other for several seconds at a time. Each prick grew huge in her hand.<br />"Mmmmmmffffff!" mumbled Vickie, rolling her eyes up to the faces of the tense young men. At last she pulled her mouth off from one thick cock. "Fuck me! One of you please fuck me! I'll suck one of you while the other does it! Please! I can't wait any longer!"<br />The two young men glanced at each other, winked, then stepped back to regroup. They didn't speak. They simply pulled Vickie on to one of the benches in the center of the room. Then they lifted her onto it, still on her knees, and took up positions on either end of her.<br />Billy remained by her face, his cock sticking out at her mouth. Rick straddled the bench behind her, placed his hands on her luscious ass cheeks, spread them apart in preparation. He directed his bloated prick between her inverted thighs, found the wet hole of her cuntlips, and pressed forward, bulling his giant cock into her cunt.<br />"Oooooooh! Ooooooooh, yes!" Vickie groaned with a deep, satisfied sigh. "Shove it in me! Shove your big beautiful cock all, the way up my cunt!"<br />She closed her eyes with lust and tilted her face a little to one side. She didn't see Billy thrusting his hard-on at her face. His cockhead scraped her cheek, smeared it with a clear trail of cum, then bumped up to poke her in the eye. She circled his cock with her fingers, brought it under control, opened her mouth wide.<br />"Yeah! Suck that cock!" Billy roared, jerking his crotch forward and watching with delight as the horny girl drew his stiff prick between her lips. He thrust six inches of meat into her mouth with one long lunge.<br />Rick had sliced his prick up Vickie's cunt all the way. His cock was buried to the hilt, its head burrowing somewhere deep in her belly. His balls swung between the inverted V of her thighs. He started a vicious fucking motion, mangling her poor cuntlips as if they were slabs of rubber.<br />"Mmmmmmffffff!" Vickie bleated, suddenly impaled on a foot and a half of bucking cock.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dKWhMRqXOfAZGnLhwkrPF33QChohmxszDiXJmhiPI2NSixzKDAHO51d7wlerifzs_VLRxQZyH_dwFZPP0Grh0WPLgvjSG0o6Co7AK7S_5RPLJBo2jZIgJN-MT-H_UBwBykgOysIYWlI/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_113.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZznj7xaeyp8-LCoj6GKRP9Jss21E79sHx5UTITb0xKy3new6niAIqjCbcWQ9yyFGqgQA6Gia3RcbDRlq9anZefenDS8F_7FlO4Mtkgmxiscacv8fwKqH7k_LK27MdWDUc_uOtNIC8AY/s200/sexy_librarians_113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139216026201235826" /></a>The prick up her cunt drove her forward again and again, and each time she was reamed by the soaring cock in her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth they fucked her, knifing their cocks into her like weapons.<br />"What a cocksucker! What a mean fucking cocksucker!" Billy grunted, embedding every inch of his cock in her mouth. His balls smacked her chin time and again, and he could feel her hot breath on his pubic hair.<br />"You should try her cunt later!" Rick exclaimed. "It's fucking fantastic! Sort of sucks at you, just like her mouth!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqst1FzTX8yCRUrj89ra7Vr1lgFlG8l5MdfFZl-oOEr4jWxGEyxKuzsFPAgdxMYFVHxqr9fs30fniHmDV74eui2mBWTfQyIfZN11wswF9OHqROffR7T38DMncXGnhlWJTWs1XFlovhRYk/s1600-r/vera196.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUQ6Z-p5MKCwn6ZPR-hJXp8bkPlWLGWpj_rtE7GRehReMYZLC7agywi-ylKkAU2Imqf3luPppdTQxPsnThGAxP6lNxgb6E52JUuELT7WgWh82OvzlHHu7k11PPCU6thzRnoB8xbZd2yM/s200/vera196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139216502942605698" /></a>"Mmmmmmfffff!" slobbered Vickie, her eyes rolling wildly.<br />Rick was reaching beneath her, capturing her swinging tits in his hands. Her nipples were nearly an inch long and he pulled on them, tried to milk them. He dug his fingers into her tit flesh and kneaded them like dough.<br />Vickie began to feel wonderful. She swayed back and forth on her knees on the narrow bench, impaled by the stiff cocks. Her string bikini dangled uselessly around her shoulders and across her thighs. And she let the men fuck her as they wanted, content for now to be no more than a fuck machine. She wanted long minutes of fucking and nothing more.<br />She had really lucked out. She'd been horny as hell, in desperate need of a fuck, and she'd come across not one, but two willing men. Within a matter of minutes. Now she was stuffed with cocks. Thick, hard, bucking cocks. And she was loving every minute of it. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.<br />"Hey, Rick, how about a sandwich?" Billy suggested, his balls smacking against Vickie's chin.<br />A sandwich? Vickie didn't know what he meant.<br />"Good idea," Rick answered. "The last time we did that was with that whore in San Francisco, remember?"<br />Sandwich? Whore? San Francisco? What were they talking about? Vickie wondered.<br />"Here, I'll get underneath," Billy went on, suddenly jerking back his hips and pulling his cock from Vickie's gasping lips. He was gripping his prick, squatting down on the bench, lying down on his back. His hard-on soared up to the ceiling like a rocket.<br />"Come on, little slut, time to change positions!" Rick instructed, pulling his own cock from her sucking cunt and letting it drip cunt syrup and pre-cum to the concrete floor. He stood straddling the bench and waited for Vickie to move.<br />She knelt on the bench a moment, in a daze, not understanding what was expected of her. Why had they withdrawn their beautiful cocks? Didn't they like her? Were they going to quit, leave her when she needed them most? Her gorgeous tits hung like heavy sacks beneath her. Her lovely ass rose up in the air. She gazed about her in confusion and her lips began to quiver, as if she were about to cry.<br />"Come on, whore! Sit on my cock!" Billy ordered, gripping her by the arm and tugging her forward. Her tits swung lewdly beneath her.<br />"Go on! Do it, you stupid cunt!" Rick put in, crawling up behind her on the bench.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4n_9rK61iv4J1RTldHmIB7estZ5xQMJZRzygyijdKFNb26z0ZsY9mPqKHPst0ufdY_08IyBvJtIB9zZ7m5LiN0a0ScdRTRpm6UnwbGnHbLBj1Vj48rQEiIwvVVzd9LUyt8BIkBoU6SQ/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_067.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS512gVCCFg3Qj2ZXb-USFtHYtEZOUmkp_SRsfMOnNz47OUm9G00C88ftBBjQc-nX6VU1dtiqIJozQtRejMwoWkUSAga4LBUR2I9x72UAvykhEjitdt4ChrV6wn0sVaEUA-fYDQl5STPo/s200/sexy_librarians_067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139214454243205426" /></a>Vickie didn't understand. What were they doing? What did they want?<br />Billy was pulling her up over him, forcing her to sprawl on top of him, poking her flat golden belly with the wet spike of his cock. Rick was pushing her from behind, digging his hard cock into the plush globes of her ass. They were going to fuck her some more after all, was that it? They weren't going to leave her at all!<br />"Sit on it, you stupid slut!" Billy commanded, kneeing apart her thighs and forcing her to sit down on his cock. His prick was like a stiff branch between her legs, nestled cozily in the groove of her cunt, its head in her pubic hair. He was holding her by the waist, trying to maneuver her pussy onto his stiff prick.<br />"Such an ass! Such a gorgeous fucking ass!" Rick exclaimed. Suddenly the wet head of his prick was plowing up and down the furrow between her ass cheeks, lubricating the narrow channel with pre-cum. Then his cock stopped, planted firmly up against the puckered circle of her asshole.<br />Suddenly a light flashed in Vickie's head and she knew what they were talking about. Sandwich! My God, of course! They were going to make a sandwich out of her! They were going to come at her from both sides, fuck her up the cunt and up the ass at the same time! My God, they really meant to do it! They wanted a sex sandwich, and she was the main course!<br />"You in her yet?" asked Rick, ready to fuck his prick into the rubbery circle of her asshole. "You got your cock inside her?"<br />"Not yet. Hang on. Come on girl, spread them legs! Sit on my cock! We're in no mood to fool around! You got a couple of hard-ons to deal with here, and the sooner you do it the better!"<br />As if in a dream, Vickie found the floor with her feet, slid backward, then forward, reaching between her legs for the colossal log of Billy's cock. She tilted it up in her hand, directed his prick at the gaping wet hole of her cunt. She wriggled the head inside her spongy twat lips and sat down, letting her full weight rest on his soaring cock. His prick bulled into her belly like a baseball bat.<br />Then she grabbed her satin-smooth ass cheeks and tugged them apart wantonly, baring her puckered asshole for the invading pole of Rick's cock. She held her breath, hardly believing she was going through with this, that she was welcoming two cocks into her body in such a manner. Whoever heard of such a thing! Getting fucked up the ass and the cunt at the same time!<br />Then she sighed heavily. The granite-hard bulb of Rick's prick was lodged up against her asshole and was boring hard, straining for entrance to her precious rear channel. His hands were placed firmly alongside her own and together they were spreading her cheeks, urging the lovely twin globes as far apart as they would go. She couldn't believe it! She was helping this guy to fuck her up the ass! And she already had a cock lodged firmly up her cunt!<br />"Ram it up her ass!" urged Billy. "I'm in her all the way! Let's get this show on the road! Oh fuck, her cunt is so wet!"<br />"She's tight! Her asshole's so fucking tight!" Rick complained, his cock bending in the middle as he tried to plow it into her. "Her asshole's so fucking tight!"<br />"I can feel it! I can feel your cock straining to get inside!" Billy raved. "Go ahead! It'll go! Don't fucking worry! Just cram your cock all the way inside her! She'll love it! She loves it already! Just fucking look at her!"<br />It was hard to tell what Vickie was feeling. Her face was distorted, as though she were experiencing the greatest pleasure or the most intense discomfort. Her eyes were closed and there was a thick film of sweat on her forehead. Blonde hair stuck to her temples. Her even white teeth dug into her lower lip.<br />"Ggggggnnnnnn!" she moaned, bucked downward onto Billy by Rick's thick cock. Rick's prick head had pried apart her asshole and was slowly, deliberately, digging into her rear channel. Her thighs jackknifed as her body was bent double over Billy's chest.<br />"Yeah! It's going! It's going up her ass!" Rick beamed, his face red and straining. "What an ass! So fucking tight!"<br />The rubbery circle of Vickie's pink asshole opened wider, and finally it began to suck in the thick log of Rick's cock. First the head, that swollen, purple, shining mushroom of flesh. Then an inch of cock shaft. And another. And another. Till nearly half his huge prick had disappeared. His prick was so thick.<br />"Gggggggnnnnnn!" Vickie wailed, her ass splitting on the invading pole. It couldn't be happening! This couldn't be happening! A cock fucking up her ass while she had one embedded fully up her cunt! It was too much! She'd faint dead away! She'd lose consciousness!<br />"Feel it go! Feel it go, whore!" Rick sneered. Another two inches of stiff cock vanished up the sweet librarian's sucking shit chute. "Gonna drill this sucker all the way into your belly!"<br />"I feel it! I feel it!" Billy encouraged, remaining perfectly still beneath the straining couple. His prick throbbed contentedly in Vickie's cunt, ready for action. There was no danger he'd lose his erection. Not with all this going on above him. The only problem was holding back his climax.<br />"Gggggggnnnnnnn!" Vickie groaned, her face turning red. Rick had split her ass in half! He'd surely split her ass in half with that cock! How could she take it? How could she ever take the whole thing? It must be damn near nine inches long!<br />"Yeah! Oh yeah!" Rick grunted, staring down at his prick.<br />All but three inches of his cock had disappeared. With a last mighty effort, he drove forward and buried the last of his cock inside her ass. Every last inch. His pubic hair brushed against her lush buns and his ball sac was nestled alongside Billy's. Their cocks were inside her to the hilt. Their cocks were buried deep in the twin holes of the helpless girl. They rested a moment, their pricks spasming.<br />"You're in her all the way! I can fucking feel your cock up her ass!" croaked Billy. "I can feel your balls! Fuck, she's taken us both all the way! That San Francisco whore couldn't even do that!"<br />"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Rick grunted.<br />"Ggggggggnnnnnn!" Vickie moaned, her body stuffed with cocks.<br />Then there was a bustle of movement, and both men were lunging into her, driving their cocks in and out of her with deep, vicious jerks. Billy's movements were confined to a series of short upward jabs, but he succeeded in burying his prick far inside her deep-sucking cunt. Rick had more room to maneuver. He plunged his cock in and out of her asshole as if he hadn't been laid in months. His balls swung between his legs, smacking up against Billy's on every lunge.<br />"Yes! Ohhh yes!" Vickie screamed. "Fuck me! Both of you! Fuck me deep! I need it! I need both your cocks!"<br />Her abrupt change of mood surprised her. Only moments ago, she'd been a little scared, not quite knowing what to expect from the colossal cocks. Now she was comfortable. She'd taken them both. All that remained was to get off. To let herself be overwhelmed by their plunging pricks and allow them to push her over the edge. There'd be no discomfort. There'd be no pain. She'd gotten the worst over and it hadn't been half bad. All that was left now was the sheer pleasure of the incredibly erotic experience.<br />"What a cunt! So deep! What a cunt!" raved Billy. "It's eating me alive, I swear!"<br />"You should feel her ass! My cock feels like it's being peeled!" responded Rick. "This little whore's got a couple of hot holes! Too bad Dave isn't here to shove his cock in her mouth! She could take three cocks easy! She could probably take more!"<br />Vickie damn near swooned between the two bucking men. Three guys at the same time! Maybe more! How fantastic! How utterly fantastic! They were right. She could take them all. She'd never get enough cock. If fucking two guys at the same time felt this good, what would fucking three or more be like? She resolved to try it at the first opportunity. A gang bang, that's what she needed! Maybe that would help put out her fires!<br />Rick's lunges were becoming sharper, more rough. He was slouched above her ass, drilling his stiff prick between her lush buns like an oil drilling bit. The jism was sizzling in his balls. "Hey, Billy, you about ready to come?" he snorted after a moment or two. "I figure we should try to come at the same time. Spurt off inside her both at the same time! What do you say?"<br />"I'm almost there! I'm almost fucking there!" grunted Billy, jerking his cock up into Vickie's pussy with twitches of his ass. "Give me another minute! I'm getting so fucking close!"<br />Vickie groaned deeply. Both at the same time! Both cocks going off inside her at the same time! How amazing? How incredible! What would it feel like? How would she handle all that jism? She was about to find out, she had a feeling. Both men seemed to be getting very near the edge. They were snorting roughly, ramming their cocks into her with vicious lunges.<br />"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Rick groaned. He was leaning low over Vickie's back again, his chest grazing the back of her shoulders. He nuzzled his face into her platinum hair, smelled her sweetness. He licked her ear and tugged at the lobe with his lips.<br />Vickie's face mirrored pleasure and pain. Her eyes, crinkled shut. Her nostrils flared. Her mouth was a snarl. She clenched her teeth tightly together. Her make-up was smeared and messed and her face glistened with sweat. She hadn't worn her glasses to the beach, and it was just as well. They'd have long since been lost in the tangle.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2M74N6kMqNZaWBE0eqPYGkmzDwytSov8VHZvRbrcJ7aEpVWSM6Yfx8yHfKyF0UPAMEuVVOC-jesAWqsffuUQ_R89kVoJNyP1bUPgUa5p7CqpW55FOwxYkGj9TJa3l0SRC9FfhCUhRL4/s1600-r/sexy_librarians_062.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9b4wkIn_rgb3yVuO-nmimPX_S5pJOBTmSmus9_UJp5F2618vl0QjKB8IhbKUMHKKH4V6rv-VcjVjZ6dz44766EeUFV5_3zXgsfyB0Pa75YHe2SQl82yVs4IKeYdmA7UUm8gQZhp2aiE/s200/sexy_librarians_062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139214265264644386" /></a>"Yeah! I'm there! I'm coming up her cunt!" Billy screamed, his voice a strangled whine. "I'm shooting up her cunt! I can't stop myself! It's pouring out!"<br />"Me too! I'm coming up her ass!" Rick growled, pistoning his ass cheeks back and forth. He reached below to squeeze her tits, but Billy's hands were already mauling them.<br />"Mnnnnnnnn! Mnnnnnnn!" strained Vickie, her eyes opening in a wild stare. "Yes! Do it to me! Come inside me at the same time! Fill me full of jizz! Both of you! Ohhh fuck! Ohhh fuck! I feel it! I fucking feel it!"<br />Thick blobs of jism were pouring out from both cocks, deep into her ass and far up her cunt. The pricks bucked and twitched, their heads spitting and belching out sizzling globs of white. Again and again and again, each time they thrust into her. The stuff coursed up both channels, whitewashing her insides with spunk.<br />"Ohhhh, fuck! I love it! I fucking love it!" Vickie wailed, her head twisting with lust. "Spurt it inside me! Spurt it all the way up inside me! I want to choke on it! I want gallons of lovely, creamy jizz!"<br />She was coming, her cuntlips spasming and sucking around Billy's invading cock, her cunt getting bathed in steaming jism. The thick outer lips of her cunt wiggled up and down on Billy's embedded prick, massaging his cock shaft and coaxing out more cum, urging the stuff up from his balls. Her lower belly felt numb.<br />"It's pouring out! I can't stop it!" moaned Billy, his face contorted. He squeezed her tits and bucked up into her belly with his thick, squirting cock. His balls seemed like they were on fire.<br />"She's such a whore! She's such a cockteasing little whore!" roared Rick, driving his cock deep up her asshole with every jerk of his hips. "Her ass is sucking out every drop! She's so hungry!"<br />In and out, back and forth the two cocks plunged, spurting thick wads of cum far into the librarian's willing body. They fired off again and again, great scalding jets of cum. Their spunk filled her up, clogged her steaming insides. A syrupy white paste began to ooze from her cunt and from her asshole, bathing their balls with grease.<br />The gunk was whipped up into a silver froth, clinging to tiny ball hairs. Cum slithered down into the crack of Billy's ass and coated the wooden bench beneath. Vickie's poor ragged cuntlips were slimy with it.<br />"Come inside me! Don't stop! Come inside me as long as you can!" she bleated. "I want it all! I want all your sizzling jism! Shoot it all! Shoot it all inside me! Up my ass and up my cunt! Shoot it all out!"<br />Both men fucked her roughly, fucking their erect cocks into her for long minutes. And time after time the blobs of spunk shot off, fired from their balls deep into the depths of Vickie's aching body. Her pale ass cheeks were reddened and sore from all the friction. Her thighs were locked in their jackknifed position. She wondered if she'd be able to walk, after all this.<br />"I'm finished! I can't shoot any more!" complained Billy, and beneath her he finally came to rest, content to let Rick provide all the motion. He kneaded her tits and tweaked her nipples.<br />Rick pistoned into her for a little while, jetting out the last of his spunk far up her ass. Then he too was slowing, driving his cock between her lush buns with more relaxed strokes. He raised up off her back and slid his hands up and down her flanks, marveling at the slenderness of her frame. She was really so small, and yet she had such big tits.<br />Vickie closed her eyes, savored the sweet waves of pleasure that still coursed through her cunt and belly. She lay flat on poor Billy, mashing her tits against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and let her feet dangle to the floor. Her ass cheeks were split wide by Rick's pulsing prick. She might not be able to sit down again for a week.<br />"What a fuck! What a goddamn hot chick!" Billy muttered, still playing with her nipples. "She took the both of us! She fucked the both of us at the same time!"<br />Rick was silent. He studied his glistening cock as it drilled leisurely in and out of her tortured asshole. All up and down the furrow between her cheeks a milky froth was shining. He dug his fingers into her plush buns and pried them apart.<br />"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! I love your cocks! I love both your stiff, delicious cocks!" Vickie moaned, dazed with pleasure. "I've got so much spunk inside me! I feel so bloated! I feel like I've swallowed two milkshakes!"<br />"Such a whore! Such a cockteasing little whore!" Rick mumbled, still pumping his hips. "She'll take anything! She'll just take any fucking thing at all!"<br />Vickie wondered if he was right. Would she? Would she take anything! Just how far would she go with her sexual adventures? A couple of days ago, she would never in her wildest dreams have imagined herself making it with two guys, even two guys she knew well. Now here she was, naked with two young strangers. Guys who looked on her as no more than a cunt, and who she looked on as no more than a couple of cocks. Who could have predicted she'd do what she'd just done with them?<br />She couldn't have, that was for sure. She'd led such a quiet life up to now, content to work at the library, surrounded by all those books. And now she was acting like some sexed-up porno star.<br />Vickie groaned deeply. The quart of jism shot off inside her seemed to slosh about in reply. What was happening to her? Just what in hell was happening to her? Was this the price she was going to pay for leading a quiet life? Maybe she should see a shrink.<br />She rammed her ass back a fraction and felt once more the delicious thrust of their cocks.<br />CHAPTER FOUR<br />Vickie didn't feel that much better for her day off. Her joints were sore from the heavy fucking and her jaw ached. Her asshole was especially sensitive. It felt like it had been reamed by a bat handle, and in a way it had. Rick's cock was huge. Sitting down now was not particularly pleasant, though she was glad to be back at work if only to rest up a little.<br />Midway through the afternoon, she was visited by Gary Frye, a colleague from the first floor. She'd always avoided him because he so obviously considered himself a ladies' man. His swagger and come-on manner always irritated her, and she'd played it cool with him. As long as there was one girl he couldn't get to first base with, she figured, there was always a chance he'd learn a thing or two about humility. But he seemed to remain very interested in her.<br />And he didn't appear too humble as he approached her desk. If anything, his manner was more confident, more leering than ever. Obviously Gary Frye was a very hard case. Same guys just never learned. They thought all chicks were turned on by overly aggressive men.<br />"What's cookin' Vickie baby?" he began, a wide smirk on his good-looking features.<br />Vickie almost laughed out loud. What a jerk this guy was! If he weren't so pathetic, he'd be hilarious. What did all the girls see in him?<br />"What you say we take a walk? It's about your coffee time, isn't it?" he went on, gazing fondly at her enormous tits.<br />"Frye, I wouldn't go for a walk with you for any price. Why don't you just fuck off?"<br />He stayed where he was, glaring at her hungrily. "My friend Donald in the business section told me you just love to take walks with the boys. He said he had a little session with you the other day that left him tuckered out. 'Couse if management ever found out that you like to get your exercise in library closets with no clothes on, they might take it badly. What do you think? How do you think old Saunders would react if he knew you sucked off your fellow employees in broom closets?"<br />Vickie cursed to herself. Damn that Donald asshole anyway! Why couldn't he just keep quiet about their little session? Why did he have to go and spoil the whole thing? Saunders was the chief of the library. He was a stern supervisor, and she rarely saw him unless he was really upset with her. That's all she needed, to have Saunders find out about her screwing around in closets! She'd be out of a job in no time!<br />"You're a snake, Frye," she sneered, her eyes flashing.<br />"Snakes I don't know much about, except this one here in my pants. How about it? Do I get a blowjob or do I go see old Saunders?"<br />Vickie sighed. She eyed him up and down and thought quickly. Well, what the hell? It was easier than sitting here arguing with him. It was better than having to go to dinner with him or spend any length of time in his company. Why not? She could suck him off and get it all over with real fast. At least it would give her time to think things over.<br />"Well, what do you say, cockteaser? You going to wrap those lovely soft lips around my cock or what?"<br />"Where? We can't do it here. Where should we go?" she asked softly.<br />"Closets aren't my thing. Let's go down to the basement," he suggested.<br />He led the way, glancing behind him every so often to make sure she was following. He felt his cock growing more excited by the minute. The basement was a huge, cavernous place where old books were stored and they had the area completely to themselves. Frye tugged her into a shady corner and forced her to her knees without any preliminaries. He placed his hands on his hips and shoved his crotch at her face. There was an arrogant sneer on his lips.<br />"Unzip me and take out my cock," he instructed, enjoying the sight of the prim librarian kneeling on the floor in front of him.<br />Vicky was wearing her glasses, and her blonde hair was again tied back stylishly. She was very lovely. Vickie reached up and did as she was told, tugging down his zipper loudly. She fumbled around inside, searching for his prick, but then gave up and decided to undress him properly. She unfastened the tops of his pants and let them slide to the floor. Then she tugged down his shorts and thrust them down around his knees.<br />There was a tremendous slapping sound as the great heavy log of his cock snapped up from his tight shorts and smacked her full in the face. His cock head grazed her cheek and bumped her glasses out of place before she knew what was happening. His prick was already two thirds erect.<br />"Ohhhhhh!" gasped Vickie, blinking. "You're hard already! You've got a hard-on!"<br />"Of course I've got a hard-on, you stupid cunt! I've been creaming my pants all day looking forward to this! I've been dreaming of those soft lips for hours!"<br />Vickie blushed, curling her slender fingers around the heated pole of his cock. How flattering! To have a guy creaming in his pants for her! She smiled. His cock was large. His foreskin peeled back, and the shaft wriggled with thick blue veins. She might enjoy this after all! She might not mind sucking off Gary Frye one little bit!<br />"Well, are you going to suck the fucking thing or stare at it all day?" he croaked, his eyes wild with tension. "I came here for a blowjob, you know!"<br />Vickie ignored him, examining his cock carefully. Her hand slid slowly, easily up and down on his huge prick, priming him for what was to come. The tight piss-slit winked at her saucily. The outer skin of his cock slid slickly over the thick inner shank.<br />"That's it! That feels better!" he breathed, watching his cock grow in her gently pumping fist. Her fingers were cool and tender on his hot prick.<br />"This is some cock, Frye," she muttered admiringly, her big eyes taking in every inch of his twitching prick. "Too bad you're such an asshole. We could have gotten together before now."<br />"Just suck the fucking thing, cockteaser!" he replied, glaring down at her.<br />Vickie leaned toward the looming cock and gave it a fast lick just below the head. Then her full lips sucked in, and his cock head was just inside her mouth. His prick throbbed hotly, laying on her velvet tongue. Her cheeks hollowed, then ballooned as she began to suck his prick.<br />"Yeah! Ohhh, yeah!" he groaned, staring at her dazedly. "Suck that cock! Suck that hot throbbing cock!"<br />The great fat head of his cock bumped the insides of Vickie's cheeks. An inch of solid cockmeat followed, slipping between her lips and onto her tongue. She opened her mouth a little, turned her face this way and that, so that he could see what she was doing to his captured prickhead. Her pink tongue darted everywhere, supporting his cock underneath, then circling up alongside and over the crown. She closed her eyes in concentration.<br />"Feels good! Feels good, whore!" he praised. "You sure know how to use that mouth of yours! You got the mouth of a hundred-dollar whore!"<br />She was about to break off her sucking to tell him she could do without the commentary, but then she thought better of it. It was a hell of a time to get into an argument. She sucked his cockhead harder, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. Her fist shucked up and down on his prick, and her free hand came up to cup his swinging balls.<br />His cock had grown to full size in her hand and it bloated her mouth like some monstrous growth. She tilted her head, angled down her mouth, then sucked in two, three, four inches of his cock shaft. The head nudged the roof of her mouth and snaked quickly into her widened throat. Her lips wrapped tightly around his prick midway down its trunk.<br />"Ohhh, fuck! That feels so nice! That tongue of yours is really something, little lady! Suck my cock!" he urged.<br />Vickie paused, then plunged deeper on his pulsing prick. Her lips wriggled, and suddenly she was snorting in his crotch hair. All of his cock was embedded in her mouth. She removed her hand from his prick. His cockhead was now lodged firmly in her throat.<br />"You took it all! That's the stuff! I knew you were a mean cocksucker when I first set eyes on you! There's a librarian who can suck a mean cock, I said to myself!"<br />Vickie was backing up off his stiff prick, letting half the glistening pole out into the light. Then down she plunged, eating every last inch again. Up and down, up and down she sucked, pistoning her mouth on his cock and coaxing up his hot jism with her lips. Her fingers squeezed and teased his twitching balls.<br />"What a mouth! Ohhh, fuck, what a great little cocksucker you are!" Frye wheezed, delighting in the sight of her lovely blonde head bucking up and down on his cock. It might have taken him a while, but he'd gotten her in the end! He'd gotten this cold, standoffish little bitch to suck his cock!<br />Vickie continued her head movements. Then she lifted up off his cock a little so that she could suck faster. Her hand returned to the base of his shaft and she pumped up and down while her mouth concentrated on the top two thirds of his cock. Her bright blonde hair bobbed and spun in the air.<br />"Mmmmmmffffff!" she grunted, rolling her big blue eyes up to his face. Behind her huge glasses her eyes looked very large and round.<br />"What's the matter little whore? Are you getting tired? Are you tired of sucking cock already?"<br />"Mmmmmmfffff! Come in my mouth!" she begged, pulling her lips off his reddened cock. "I want you to come in my mouth! Please!"<br />"I'll come where I want to come, you little slut!" he sneered, driving his hips against her face. "In fact, I think I've got a better idea! Take off your blouse!"<br />For a moment Vickie was confused, but then she quickly did as she was told. She unfastened her blouse and let it slip from her golden shoulders. It dropped from her arms and fell noiselessly to the floor.<br />"And the bra! Take off the bra and let's see those tits! I've been wondering what those tits look like for months!"<br />Obediently, she unhooked her flimsy bra and let her heavy tits jiggle free. They swelled out from her chest like ripe, swollen fruit. Her nipples were a dark-brown color and very hard-looking. They stuck out far from their circles of pink flesh. She looked up at him slyly, wondering what he wanted her to do next.<br />"Okay, leave your tits like that so I can see them. And suck my cock some more. I think when I come, I'll do it all over your tits! What do you think of that, whore? How'd you like me to come all over your hot tits?"<br />Vickie felt a thrill in her belly. She grabbed his cock again and prepared to suck him to climax. Before she put his cock back in her mouth, she noticed a huge drop of pre-cum had seeped out the cockhead, ready to drip to the floor. She tilted forward, stuck out her tongue, and scooped up the delicious blob. She smacked her lips and savored the taste of the cum.<br />"There's going to be more of that, little girl! There's going to be a lot more of that sticky juice for you to suck before very long!"<br />With a last glance at his flushed face, Vickie set to work on his cock once more, sucking half of it into her mouth, plunging up and down on it hungrily. Her fist slid up its length with strong, expert strokes, making him groan. The fingers of her free hand tickled his ball sac and teased up the swirling jism inside.<br />"Mnnnnn! Mnnnnn!" he wheezed, spreading his thighs apart. He seemed to be readying himself.<br />It couldn't be long now, Vickie thought. A minute or two at the most. Up and down, up and down she sucked, her heavy tits wobbling, her nipples twitching. She wondered if he really meant to come all over her tits. She'd never had that done to her before.<br />"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" he grunted. Suddenly he was pumping his ass cheeks wildly, driving his cock into her mouth with long, vicious lunges. He glared down at her in fascination.<br />"Mmmmmmffffff!" Vickie complained, unable to control his jerking cock. She reared up, trying to get off his cock before he ruptured her windpipe. He gripped her by the back of the neck, holding her in position.<br />"I'm coming! Ohhh, you hot little slut! I'm coming for sure!" he groaned, folding his fingers over hers on the base of his cock, helping her to jerk his cock into her mouth.<br />A sizzling blob of jism filled Vickie's mouth to bursting. She coughed, gagged, and spluttered strings of it from the corners of her lips. Then she was swallowing, drawing in the thick paste.<br />He pulled back, jerked his flexing cockhead from her lips, wrenched it from her clinging fingers. Taking his prick solidly in his hand, he then began pumping his cock with even strokes, pointing the head directly at her heaving tits. A long streamer of white jizz splattered above her left tit. It began to drool down to her nipple in a heavy stream.<br />"Ggglllggglll!" she croaked, her mouth overflowing with silver strands of cum. She watched in disbelief as he jerked himself off onto her lovely golden tits.<br />"Told you I was going to come all over your tits, and that's what I'm doing!" he gloated.<br />His fist was a blur of motion on his spurting cock. The first blast had dribbled to her nipple and coated the thick nub with white cum. From there it flowed down, curling under the sweep of her plush tit until it reached her rib cage.<br />A jet of white shot from his cockhead and attached itself to her right tit, just to the side of her soaring nipple. It rolled down the lush globe, slithering over her golden skin like mercury. She bent her head to watch it, fascinated by the lewd sight.<br />And as his fist pumped on his cock, more and more hot jets of silver shot out, splattering across her heaving tits like spilt milk. He aimed his cock at her tits, tilting his cock this way and that to cover her tits completely with jism. The stuff shot at her in heavy ropes. Her tits were soon criss-crossed with wriggling streamers of white.<br />"You're coming on my tits! You're shooting your jizz all over my tits!" she marveled. Suddenly she brought up both hands beneath her tits, hefted them in her palms, made it easier for him to paint them with cum. "More! More cum! Cover me with it! I want my tits covered with hot jizz!"<br />Two more spouts of white spat out, one spinning over the top of her tit into her armpit, the other hooking itself to one stiffened nipple. The rest of his jism drooled down over his fingers in loose strands. A pool of white cum gathered in her cleavage.<br />"Look at it! It's all over me! It's all over my tits! I'm covered in cum! I'm all splattered in jizz!"<br />She gazed down at her cum-streaked tits and played with them, lifting and squeezing her tits, watching the silvery spunk wriggle about on her like worms. Cum dripped from her nipples. It clogged her pretty navel and slithered down to the top of her stylish skirt.<br />"Told you I'd come on your tits! I told you!" Frye muttered, pumping out the last strings of cum from his softening cock and letting them drop to her chest. The stuff dangled from his cock tip like loops of white elastic.<br />"All over me! All over me!" Vickie went on softly, and now she was smoothing her long fingers over her hanging tits, scooping up sticky wads of jism and massaging it into her skin. She coated each tit carefully, making sure she covered every inch. She even dabbed thick dollops of cream onto her stiff nipples. She was totally fascinated with the stuff and the way it made her plush tits gleam whitely.<br />"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Frye mumbled, amazed at what she was doing. He stood there with his cock in his hand, dripping spunk onto her. His pants were in a tangled heap around his ankles.<br />Vickie continued to play with his drying jizz for long minutes. It was as if Frye didn't exist. She was completely wrapped up in making her tits shine with spunk. Thick white coils of the stuff webbed her fingers together and drooled down onto her skirt, but she didn't seem to mind.<br />"So much jizz! You came so good!" she whispered, letting warm drops of cum drip from her fingertips onto her left nipple. Her tits were streaked and gleaming with white spunk.<br />"I don't believe you, little lady! Librarians don't do such things!" he wheezed.<br />"So much jizz! So much jizz!" Vickie chanted over and over.<br />CHAPTER FIVE<br />There was a note on Vickie's desk the next morning from Mr. Saunders, the head of the library. It asked her to stop by his office at the end of the day to discuss certain matters relating to her employment. She crumpled the note into a tiny ball and tossed it aside, cursing to herself.<br />Goddamn that Frye asshole anyway! Had he told Saunders after all? All these guys were alike. Once she'd blown them or fucked them they always spread the word. It just wasn't fair!<br />She immediately sank into a deep depression. This could only mean one thing. Old Saunders was about to give her the axe. Why else would he want to see her? And after, she'd worked so hard! Up until this week she'd never done anything out of the ordinary. She'd been good at her job. She'd been efficient. Now this!<br />She wondered why they never wanted to see her when she did a good job? How come they only were interested in her if she fucked up? It wasn't fair. Where would she find another job like this? She sat at her desk in a funk, frowning and running over and over in her head every possible explanation for the note. She kept coming to the sane conclusion: she was about to be fired.<br />She took an early lunch break and wandered around for a time in a daze, bumping into people on the busy sidewalks. She finally found herself entering a movie theater to get away from the noise and traffic. Sitting all alone at the back of the almost empty theater, she tried to concentrate on the movie to keep her mind occupied. But it was difficult. Thoughts of Saunders and her appointment late that afternoon kept her head spinning.<br />When some man sat next to her in the darkness, she barely noticed. When his brawny arm molded itself against hers, she hardly gave it a second thought. It wasn't until his hand came to rest on her knee that she snapped out of her daze. Her whole body tensed and her breaths came quicker.<br />Her immediate reaction was to stand up, rap him across the mouth with her fist, and storm out of the theater. Who the hell did he think he was, pawing her in the darkness? But she didn't move. She sat as still as ever, her body quivering, waiting to see what he would do next. For some weird reason she suddenly didn't want to go.<br />The warm hand wriggled under the hem of the skirt, and when it met no resistance it snaked over the silky hose on her thigh. The fingers crawled over the taut nylon an inch at a time, as if the owner of the hand were giving her a chance to brush him away. But she didn't. She didn't look at him either. She simply stared ahead, unseeing, at the screen, her heart pounding at what she was allowing to happen.<br />And finally the fingers were at her crotch, scratching at her panties. She slipped down a little in her seat, spread her legs wide. She was giving the hand full access to her cunt. She didn't want it to go away. She wanted it to molest her pussy.<br />There was a low snorting sound from the man as he leaned forward a fraction so that he could dig his hand deeper. His fingers were under the top of her panties, and they plunged inside, searching out her cunt slice with his middle digit. He found her pussy and thrust his finger inside her, drilling past the first and second knuckle in a flash.<br />Vickie sighed to herself. It felt so good! It felt so good to have a finger up her cunt again! She slid even lower in her seat, her eyes closing tightly. She swung her thighs in and out around the stranger's hand, urging him deeper and deeper into her aching pussy. She felt herself wetting his hand, the juice dribbling down her twat in oily gushes.<br />Two of his fingers were prying apart her cuntlips while a third was probing inside her. He began to jerk in and out, moving his middle finger like a small cock in her juicing pussy. Gooey cunt sap soiled her underpants and dribbled into the crack of her ass. She became wet so fast these days!<br />She found herself reaching over into the stranger's lap, fumbling for his fly in the darkness. She slid his zipper down expertly and let her fingers, do the walking inside his opened pants. She curled her band around his thick prick, and tugged it out into the open, forcing a short gasp from him as his prick caught briefly on his fly.<br />His cock was fat. As she began her expert pumping motions, his prick lengthened like a telescope. Wet sounds came up from his crotch. She glanced around to make sure no one knew what they were doing. There were people within a few yards of them, but they appeared to be absorbed in the silly movie.<br />The finger in her cunt rested a moment. She could sense the man savoring the feel of her hand on his growing cock. She jacked his cock for the better part of a minute, then she too paused, anxious to get his finger moving again. Sure enough, once her hand stopped, he resumed his probing of her cunt.<br />In the stuffy darkness of the theater, they masturbated each other, rubbing up and down on their sex parts as if they were lovers of long standing. They never looked at each other, but kept their eyes glued to the screen. Only the soft sounds of wet, jerking flesh betrayed what was going on.<br />At one point Vickie sensed that his prick was fully erect. His cock throbbed in her fist. She could feel the hot veins pulsing. She twisted in her seat, wriggled down so that his hand was forced out from the steaming heat of her wet crotch. Then she hooked up her leg, braced herself, and clambered over him, never for a moment letting go of his stiffened prick.<br />He immediately sensed what she was up to. Instead of sticking his hand back into her cunt, he helped her mount him, holding her by the waist and supporting her strongly. He dipped lower in his seat, and his cock soared up high in her grasping fist.<br />Her one free hand was gripping the tops of her panties and hose. She forced the damp garments down off her ass and pussy, shoving them down below her knees in a flash. Then she moved on over him, hunkering down with widespread legs atop the roaring hard-on. She planted his wet cockhead up against her soggy, hair-lined cuntlips and jiggled this way and that gingerly, getting her hole used to the idea of yet another penetration.<br />She noticed that he was middle-aged and not at all bad-looking. But she didn't look at him long. Her head dipped, and she was trying to gaze at her darkened crotch, judging where to slot her aching pussy in order to suck, him rapidly inside. Her pussy was dripping wet.<br />His cockhead slipped between the damp folds of her puffy cunt and she suddenly sat on him, allowing her whole weight to drop on top of his cock. His thick cock bulled into her, separating her soggy cuntlips and driving deep inside her. Her hungry cunt swallowed up his whole prick and she was soon sitting on his trembling balls, his crotch hair tickling her lower belly.<br />She sighed loudly. She found it tremendously exciting that neither one of them had said a word, that they were meeting like this, fucking like this, as absolute strangers who hadn't even exchanged the time of day. This guy could be anyone, a lawyer, a teacher, or a bum off the streets. It didn't matter. He had a cock inside her and that's all she cared about.<br />Her body began to move on top of him, fucking slowly, sensually, increasing slightly in speed as she grew used to his huge hard-on. She placed her hands on his shoulders and propelled herself up and down, fucking him with long, even lunges that sent his cock into her to the hilt. Her pussy felt deliciously clogged with cock.<br />He sat there in his theater seat, content to let the girl on top of him do all the work. His hard-on parted her cuntlips viciously and drove far inside her each time she dropped down on him. He could no longer see the screen. He clasped his hands tightly around her fully-clothed waist.<br />Vickie closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sparks of sensation that were coursing through her cunt. She was fucking a strange guy in a movie theater and she was enjoying every minute of it. She wasn't even feeling guilty or self-conscious.<br />The man beneath her, began snorting softly. He didn't say a word. He seemed just as determined as she was to remain silent. But he couldn't prevent himself from gasping with lust. The sensation of her hot wet twat wrapped around his cock appeared to be getting to him.<br />Lewd squelching sounds came from their sex parts. Her juice was sluicing down over his cock in torrents, and it soiled his pants. She began to fuck quickly, driving her cunt down on his cock. She wasn't far from cuming. Small tremors of pleasure were pulsing up and down her cunt walls.<br />She concentrated on the rich sensations sparking up from her clogged cunt. In and out, in and out, his slick cock fucked, filling her ravaged hole beautifully. She began to fuck him roughly, jerking up and down crazily. She felt herself going over the edge, flashes of pleasure coursing through her belly.<br />She bit her lip, tried to keep from crying out loud. She wanted to yell, she wanted to scream out in the musty old theater, letting all her pent-up feelings flow. But she didn't. She spun and bobbed on top of him, thinking about the dirty words she wanted to scream: Cock, cock, cock, and cunt, cunt, cunt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and cum, cum, cum. She rolled her head back and forth.<br />And then he too was moving, jerking his ass up off the seat as best he could and knifing his hard-on into her hungry cunt. He gripped her by the waist and drove up into her, his balls quaking. It seemed his hot jism was sizzling in the pouch, ready to burst up and out into her steaming cunt.<br />In the middle of her tense climax, Vickie felt scalding bolts of spunk splatter her insides. There were tremors in his cock shaft and twitches in his prickhead. Hot globs of cum were spurting up her cunt, whitewashing the walls of her inner pit. Again and again and again she felt them, squirting off like blasts of molten lead up her cunt. It took very ounce of self-control to keep from screaming out loud.<br />He groaned softly, deep in his throat, as his balls emptied their steaming load up her hole. He jerked his prick in and out of her with short, rough lunges, and after each thrust a hot wad of jism spat far up inside her pussy. The squishing noises grew louder as his warm spunk mixed with her cunt sap and frothed back down onto his aching balls. The cream slithered into the crack of his ass.<br />More blobs shot off, clogging her deep channel like lava. His cock didn't want to stop spewing. Again and again his prick twitched, firing sizzling ropes of jism far up her cunt. She humped up and down, her thighs split wide on either side of him, her cunt soggy with cum. Her pussy was nipping at him, massaging and sucking at his thick prick lovingly.<br />It was over as quickly as it had begun. His cock stopped spurting. She drove herself up and down on his cock slowly, her belly still rippling with pleasure. She laced her fingers behind his neck and bowed her head, as if very tired. Up and down she bobbed, squishing her cum-clogged twat over his cock tenderly. Wads of cream slithered out of her and messed up his crotch.<br />His prick started to wilt inside her. She could feel it. Before his cock had a chance to wither completely, she lifted up off him. A great torrent of spunk and cunt oil slopped out of her hole onto the floor. Streamers of it drooled down the insides of her thighs. She reached down between her legs and her fingers were immediately covered with slime.<br />She rolled over, back into her own seat, her legs-and crotch, shining with sap even in the darkness. She tugged up her tangled panties, flopping the brief triangle over her wet cunt with a soft snap. She refitted her hose as best she could and folded her skirt back down over her legs. Her pussy was still spasming from the last sparks of her climax.<br />He gazed blankly at the screen, his cock a limp wet noodle in his lap. He didn't bother to dress. He simply sat there, his pants opened wide, spunk and cunt juice soiling him. He breathed deeply, as if he'd taken a long swim. His tongue lolled from the corner of his mouth.<br />Vickie didn't even look at him. She finished dressing and stood up, wobbly. Then she turned abruptly away from him and walked out of the theater, not even acknowledging his presence. He didn't seem to notice. He stared at the screen like a man in a dream.<br />She stepped out into the street and blinked at the light, a little surprised that it was still so bright out, that the streets were still so full of midday crowds going about their business. Somehow, for her, it felt like the dead of night. She strode rapidly down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the slimy cum that was seeping out her cunt and down her thighs.<br />CHAPTER SIX<br />Though everyone working in the library referred to him as "old Saunders," the head of the staff was really no such thing. He was in his late forties. He was strong and robust looking, with sexy grey hair speckling his temples. He looked more like a successful businessman than a head librarian, and only his wire-rimmed glasses gave him a faintly intellectual air.<br />He was stern, and he didn't appear to have much of a sense of humor to those who came in contact with him. Not many people did, of course, and this probably added to his reputation. As far as Vickie had heard, he only called people into his office when he was displeased with them and wanted to dress them down or fire them. He never, to her knowledge, called in people for a pleasant chat.<br />But she tried to cheer herself up with the notion that few people really knew what old Mr. Saunders was all about. She was nervous, she couldn't pretend she wasn't, but she tried to concentrate on the positive aspects of her past employment. She'd been a good librarian, efficient and thorough. She'd never been late, and until this week had hardly had a day off. Maybe she was going to be an exception.<br />Maybe she was going to be called into his office for a friendly talk.<br />Deep down she felt that this wasn't so, but she ignored the feelings, She worked steadily through the afternoon and was tapping on Mr. Saunders' door several minutes before the appointed time. She wanted to get it over with.<br />"Come in, Vickie, my dear," Mr. Saunders welcomed as she stood in the open doorway. "Take a seat. I'd like to talk to you."<br />She moved across the room, surprised that he even knew her first name, let alone was friendly enough to use it. In all the time she'd worked here, she couldn't recall him once addressing her by her first name. She couldn't remember him ever speaking to her, period, in fact, after the initial interview he had given her. And that had been so long ago. She couldn't recall what he had said.<br />He stood up as she entered. While she slipped into a seat in front of his desk and collected her thoughts, he turned his back on her and stared out the window. His office was spacious and pleasant, with big plants in the corners. On his large desk was a clutter of papers.<br />He suddenly spun around, stepped beside the desk, then sat on its edge, facing her. His long legs were spread out on either side of her, and she found herself gazing at his crotch. He had his hands in his pockets, but now he pulled them out and planted them on his thighs. He leaned over and spoke very softly.<br />"You've been with us a while now, haven't you, Vickie?" he queried pleasantly, staring into her big blue eyes.<br />"Yes, I have..." she murmured, suddenly very shy in front of him. His presence was a little overwhelming. She heard her heart pounding softly.<br />"And this week you've been away, and you've seemed so distracted," he went on, reaching out to caress her cheek with his fingertips. "Why is that?"<br />"I... I'm not sure..." she lied, suddenly quite embarrassed under his steady stare.<br />"Could it be too much cock?" he persisted, quite matter-of-factly. "Could the reason you're so distracted be your involvement with cocks this past little while?"<br />Vickie's heart lurched. So that asshole Frye had told on her after all! Or was it Donald? Who knew? Old Saunders had her number, that's all that mattered right now. Somehow he'd found out about her fuck sessions in the library. Maybe he even had spies all over the place. Maybe Frye or Donald hadn't told on her after all.<br />"I know how it is for young girls, especially young girls working in libraries and places like that. It can all get so boring, can't it? Among all those books, I mean. I can understand how a pretty young girl would get so bored and frustrated."<br />What was he getting at? she wondered. Just what in hell was he getting at? And he was looking at her so strangely! His eyes were lit up so! It was as if he was seeing her for the first time.<br />"What do you think of this?" he asked. Suddenly he was snapping at his fly, wriggling out the limp snake of his pink cock. He held it in his hand as if he were asking her to look over a passage in a book. His prick looked like a huge hunk of salami in his fist.<br />"Mr. Saunders! I don't know what to say!" she began, staring at his cock in fascination. "It's nice. I mean... it's a fine-looking cock..."<br />"Of course it's a fine-looking cock! It's one of the finest-looking cocks you'll ever see! But does anyone ever see it, in this godforsaken library? Never! I never get to use it! I'm the head of a fucking library, so everyone thinks I'm sexless!"<br />Vickie glanced at his face quickly. Was this guy nuts? She thought he'd invited her here to fire her, and instead he was showing her his cock.<br />"You've no idea how long I've watched you from afar, Miss Vickie! Ever since you first came here! I've been too shy to do anything, of course. I always thought you were such a virginal little girl. But after what I saw you do last week, and with all those different men! Well, I decided I couldn't miss out on the fun! I decided since everyone else was fucking you, I deserved a piece of the action too!"<br />Vickie stared at him in disbelief. For a moment she didn't understand what he was talking about. Then she opened her mouth slowly. "How did you know... How did you see..."<br />"There's nothing I don't see in this library. I'm all over the place. Everywhere. Though I keep out of sight, naturally. Last week I saw you fucking some guy between the stacks. Then I saw you later in the week in the basement with one of our own employees. It was great. I enjoyed every minute of it."<br />Vickie was surprised he didn't mention the session with Donald. But then that had been in the broom closet. Even Mr. Saunders couldn't have gotten a front row seat for that little episode! She stared at him dumbly. Then she glanced at the limp snake of his cock in his fist. He was priming it slowly, and his prick was growing steadily, pointing at her.<br />"What... what do you want me to do?" she asked sweetly. "I'm not sure I understand." Her huge eyes drifted from his face to his cock, then back again.<br />"Well, I haven't quite decided yet. First of all, you can take my cock in your hand. That'll be a start. I'll think of what I want to do as we go along."<br />He followed her movements as she reached for his gnarled cock with her long cool fingers. She tilted his cock up toward her and began a slow easy, pumping on it with her hand. Then she stared up at his face to see what he wanted done next. She suddenly seemed very young and innocent there in her boss' office.<br />"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked. "I'll suck you off if you like."<br />"Maybe later. Just jerk me off for now. Your hand feels real good on my cock."<br />He sat there on the edge of his desk, quite content to let her pull on his swelling prick with her slender fingers. He appeared to be in no hurry at all, as if he had all the time in the world. He lodged his hands in his pockets again and simply stared at her, studying her gorgeous face as she jerked off his cock.<br />Vickie grew slightly self-conscious under his gaze. It felt so strange. This man was the head of the library, the symbol of authority for her. And here she was yanking on his growing erection. He was straddling the corner of his desk, his long legs spread on either side of her, his pink cock pumping in her fist. It just didn't feel right, somehow.<br />"Open up my pants," he instructed.<br />She did as she was told, allowing his prick to sway as she fumbled for his belt clasp and pants top. His prick loomed out like a wet rocket, pointing at her face. His cock was more than half-erect now, its domed head shining brightly. As she pulled down his pants and shorts, she bent his prick down beneath the elastic. Then it snapped back violently against his belly as she tugged his clothes farther down his thighs.<br />"Careful, you stupid slut!" he complained, watching his prick vibrate back and forth in front of him. He had lifted up a fraction off the desk to let her pull down his pants. Now, instead of sitting back down, he decided to remain standing. Once she'd succeeded in pulling his clothes to the floor, he moved in even closer.<br />Vickie finished untangling his pants and shorts from his legs and turned up her lovely face to await more instructions. But she was suddenly confronted by the colossal spike of his prick just inches from her face. Before she had time to respond, he began slapping his hardening cock back and forth across her face, patting each of her cheeks in turn with stinging blows. She winced and tried to draw back.<br />"Stay where you are, whore!" he growled, his erection slapping across her face. "Don't fucking move an inch!"<br />"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Vickie closed her eyes in self-defense. He wasn't hurting her. There was only so much force he could get behind his swinging prick. But she was taken aback with shock. She just hadn't expected him to start slapping her with his hard-on!<br />"You like that, cunt? You like that?" he went on, whacking her face with his cock. His prick made soft rapping sounds on her face.<br />"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Vickie answered. It felt so strange! How could she like it?<br />He was suddenly grabbing her behind her neck with a strong hand, pulling her closer to him, rubbing the head of his cock against her pretty face. He smeared seeping pre-cum juices on her skin, leaving clear trails of wetness on her cheeks and along her nose. She was forced to shut her eyes as he began rubbing his cockhead against her eyelids and over her forehead.<br />"Feels so nice! Feels so nice to rub my cock into your sweet little whore face!" he groaned, circling his cock around and around on her skin. "You're so beautiful! I don't believe how beautiful you are! What a face! What a fucking face!"<br />Vickie sat in her chair in front of him and let him do as he liked, tilting up her face so that he could smear his cock onto her. Well, whatever turned him on! It was something she often liked to do herself, smear a guy's cock all over her face. Hadn't she done it with Donald in the broom closet?<br />Her face shook on a shiny coating as the juices seeping from his cockhead clung to her skin. The thin film dried quickly and the stuff felt tight across her features. She wondered how long this would go on. She was curious to know if he would fuck her or what. She felt herself getting wet between her legs.<br />"Come here," he said suddenly, backing off from her and gripping her wrist. He was pulling her up out of her seat, twisting her around, laying her down over the corner of the desk. He cradled her head and neck in his strong hand, tilted her back till her face was upside down beneath him and her lovely platinum hair was cascading to the floor.<br />"Ungh!" Vickie grunted, caught completely off guard.<br />"Gonna fuck your face! Gonna cram my hard cock into that sweet little mouth of yours and fuck it till you scream!" he gloated, thrusting his prick forward. His granite-hard cockhead scraped up along her cheek and poked her in the eye as it searched for her mouth.<br />Vickie tried to settle comfortably on the cluttered desk top, spreading her legs out on either side and gripping the edges with her hands. She let her head fall back onto his supporting palms and opened her mouth obligingly, figuring the best thing to do was help him out before he hurt her. His fat cockhead plowed between her lips and across her tongue.<br />"Ggglllmmmnnnn!" she slobbered, her mouth suddenly full of hard cock.<br />He thrust forward harshly, driving his cockhead deep into her throat with one lunge. His dangling balls flopped crazily against her nose. Her cheeks ballooned hugely. She began to snort loudly.<br />"Gonna fuck your mouth! Gonna fuck your face!" he raved, beginning a steady in-and-out motion with his hips. His spit-slick cock drove in and out of her ravaged lips. His prick glistened brightly each time it cleared her mouth.<br />Vickie stayed absolutely still, fearful that he'd do her some damage if she moved so much as an inch. His balls smacked against her nose again and again, and she tried to adjust her breathing so that she could snort in air whenever his hairy sac swung away from her. For some reason she kept her eyes open, watching his swaying balls.<br />"What a hot little bitch! What a cocksucking slut!" he wailed, starting to fuck her mouth in earnest. He let go of her head and neck now, forcing her to support herself. He planted his hands on her tit mounds. He mauled and mangled them through her dress, kneading her full globes.<br />Vickie's mind raced. Who would believe it? All this time she'd thought Mr. Saunders to be a grim, sexless, middle-aged intellectual, and here he was, naked to the waist, fucking his thick cock in and out of her mouth! This certainly was a different side to him! Underneath he was just as kinky as everyone else!<br />Saunders sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her ragged lips to accept his stone-hard erection. He moved faster and faster, pistoning his prick back and forth madly. His ass cheeks were a blur of motion. They flexed and pumped and twitched beneath his shirt-tails.<br />"Gglllggglll!" Vickie moaned, her head spinning. It was so difficult to keep her neck aligned without any support. The back of her neck was tense and sore. She clenched his thighs.<br />"Such tits! Such gorgeous fucking tits!" he chanted. "We'll save them for later! We'll save your tits for later! Then we can really have some fun, yes sir!"<br />Later? What did he mean? How long was this going to last? Did he plan to keep on using her after he'd shot off down her throat? Was he going to fuck her afterward maybe? Perhaps he wouldn't come in her mouth at all. He might pull out before he came and stick his cock somewhere else!<br />"I think I'm gonna come soon! I think I'm gonna come!" he said bucking his cock back and forth insanely. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping from his chin.<br />Vickie moaned. She wished it was over. She wished he'd come and be finished.<br />One of her hands left his thigh and waved about aimlessly in the air for a moment. Then she found what she was looking for. Her fingers closed around the swinging sac of his balls and she squeezed tightly. No reason why she should be the only uncomfortable one! How did he like having a fist gripping his balls!<br />"Aaannnggghhh!" he grunted, clenching his eyes shut. He'd been ready to come. The jism in his nuts was sizzling.<br />Vickie felt tremors in his balls. His pouch was quaking in her fist. And suddenly his movements became jerky and uncontrolled, and she knew he was coming. She breathed deeply, tried to concentrate, to prepare herself for the deluge to come. She only hoped she could take it.<br />"I'm coming! Ohhh, you hot little slut, I'm coning in your mouth!" he roared, throwing back his head. He pistoned back and forth, and his cock gleamed each time it withdrew from her face.<br />Great sticky wads of jism blasted down Vickie's throat, shooting to her stomach in a flash. It was like being force-fed raw eggs. Again and again and again, her mouth was being filled with steaming paste.<br />"Gggggglllulggggg!" she gurgled, swallowing rapidly, her neck bobbing with the effort.<br />"Down your throat! Down your cocksucking throat! All my jism! All my steaming hot jism !" Saunders croaked, shooting out gout after gout of cream.<br />Vickie's mouth was being pumped full of scalding spunk. Her cheeks ballooned, and white streamers spurted from her mouth. Trails of cum slithered toward her eyes, all silver and gleaming. Strings of cum dripped from his plunging cock and stuck to her face.<br />"Ggggglllllggggg!" she slobbered, trying desperately to clear her mouth of cum. Her tits heaved and rolled with the effort. Her pretty neck bobbed.<br />His prick spat out bolt after bolt of the stuff, clogging her throat. And each time he drove forward, he plowed great thick wads of it before him, clear into her spasming gullet. The overflow backed up and splashed from the corners of her shining mouth.<br />"Eat it all down, that's a good girl!" he encouraged, drilling his cock between her spunk-slick lips. "Swallow all my hot jizz! Suck it to your belly! It's good for you! It's very nutritious!"<br />Vickie tried her best. Her fist clutched his balls, and she squeezed and tugged at his sac, pumping up the scalding cum. Just how much of the sizzling cum did he have backed up in him anyway? He was spurting quarts of the hot stuff!<br />"Gggggglllllggggg!" she croaked.<br />"What a hot little cocksucker! What a mean little cocksucker I've had working for me all this time! And I never knew it! Well, things are going to be different, from now on, huh, slut? From now on I'm going to take advantage of my hot-pants librarian! She's going to suck me off at every opportunity, isn't she? Starting tonight, right? Starting tonight at a hot little party I've arranged! You can suck cock there to your heart's content!"<br />Vickie wondered vaguely what he was talking about, but she didn't have much time to worry about it. She was far too busy sucking down quarts of cum. She finally had her throat half cleared and was able to swallow the last few spurts of spunk without much effort. It seemed to be over at last. His balls were finally emptying.<br />"How about it, little whore? How about a cocksucking party tonight? You'll be the guest of honor. You can eat all the cum you want!"<br />Vickie's head jerked under his last few thrusts and she began to lick his cockshaft clean of jism.<br />"Gggggggllllhlllggggggg!" she moaned contentedly.<br />CHAPTER SEVEN<br />Saunders was quite serious, Vickie learned later, when he spoke of a party that night. She hadn't paid much attention at the time, but it turned out he wanted her to show up at his home around eight o'clock, dressed in her sexiest clothes. He added that she should be prepared to spend the night. She could always refuse to come, of course, but if she did, she'd lose her job.<br />Vickie didn't want to refuse. She wanted to go to Saunders' house. She wanted to know more about him. In some strange way he fascinated her. Perhaps because she knew now that underneath his cold exterior there was a raging sexual appetite. This made him very interesting in her eyes. Older men, she was learning, were not always what they seemed.<br />And so she soaked in a hot bath, douched all the cum from her cunt and gargled away all the clogged jism in her throat. It had been a busy day. She dressed herself in her sexiest clothes, as instructed, and took a cab to Saunders' suburban home at the arranged time. She took an overnight bag, prepared to spend the night with her horny boss.<br />What she wasn't prepared for was the scene in the living room when Saunders ushered her in from the hall. There were four men, besides Saunders, in the lounge area in front of an enormous fireplace. Donald and Frye she knew, of course, but the other two men were absolute strangers. She stared at Saunders, confused, wondering just what was expected of her.<br />He introduced the two strangers as Jason and Frank as he edged her slyly into the center of the group. They worked in library administration, he explained, and had wanted to meet her for months. She eyed them doubtfully, fairly sure she'd never seen the strangers before. They could easily have been guys that Saunders had picked up off the street.<br />"Don't look so confused," he went on, stroking her ass. "I said we were having a party tonight, and that's what we're going to have. It's going to be a fucking and sucking party, and you're the main attraction."<br />Vickie stared at him blindly. Did he really expect her to fuck and suck all five of them? At the same time? In the same evening? One after the other? She stood in the center of the group, and to her dismay they all sat down on the couches surrounding the blazing fireplace and eyed her hungrily. It was as if she were a prize cow on display.<br />"Don't be shy," Saunders continued. "We're all friends here. I believe you know Donald and Gary very well already, in fact. You can feel quite at home."<br />The two men in question leered at her lustfully but didn't say anything. She smiled weakly, feeling terribly self-conscious. There was a moment of silence, and she sensed herself being undressed by all five pairs of eyes. She suddenly wanted to get on with it, whatever it was they wanted her to do. If something didn't happen soon, she'd just grow more and more nervous.<br />"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, looking directly at Saunders.<br />"Strip for us, to start with," he answered. "I see you wore some of your sexiest stuff, as I recommended. Okay, now take off your clothes and let us see what you've got underneath."<br />Vickie was glad to be given something to do, even this. She reached for the buttons of her dress, and she slowly undid them. Taking a deep breath, she began to undress.<br />She really had taken a great deal of care with her appearance tonight and each of the men had his own little erotic fantasy going within minutes of her starting to strip. She had not worn her glasses. Her platinum hair shone brightly and she'd pinned a pretty red rose over her right ear. Her flawless complexion damn near glowed. Both eyelids were heavily daubbed with dark-blue eyeshadow, and her pouty lips glistened with a coating of bright red gloss.<br />The scarlet dress soon opened and fell away from her amazing body. She flopped it over the arm of a couch and stood quietly before the five horny men, her strip over before it had begun. For there was nothing more she could take off that would help display her any more lewdly. The remaining items of clothing did more to emphasize her sex parts than conceal them.<br />She wore a black silk harness that was supposed to be a bra. It was no more than two large diamond-shaped holes formed by crisscrossed strings of lace. Her huge tits bulged through the gaps tightly, like misshapen balloons. Because of the way her tits were distorted, her nipples shot up and out like small erect cocks. They pointed far enough up toward the ceiling for a couple of heavy coats to be hung on them.<br />She wore no panties at all. Her blonde beaver tufted out in a triangle of bushy hair. But around her waist she had a black suspender belt. Dark silk stockings ran all the way up her slender thighs and were attached to frilly straps. She looked like a very classy whore.<br />"Jesus Christ, look at that!" one of the men murmured. There was a general stirring of the group and a muttering that went on for several minutes.<br />Vickie began to warm up to their admiring glances. Her nervousness disappeared. They all admired what they saw to the point where several of them had to adjust their steadily growing cocks.<br />"Do you like me?" she asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?"<br />"You're pretty enough for our purposes," answered Saunders. He stood up and came toward her. "Now how'd you like to wrap that sulky little lipsticked mouth around my cock? I think a little suck would be perfect right about here."<br />Saunders stood confidently before her, his hands on his hips, a wide sneer on his proud features. He gripped her by the shoulders and pressed her down onto her knees.<br />Dressed in her lewd underwear, with all her intimate sex parts on display, Vickie sank to the carpet and reached for Saunders' fly. She was very much aware of the other four men in the room. They were stepping up alongside her boss, in a line, and they were dropping their pants and peeling off their shorts. She concentrated on undressing Saunders.<br />Soon there were five hefty cocks dangling around her, all in a line and waiting for her to service them.<br />"Didn't I say you could suck cock to your heart's content tonight? Didn't I say that?" Saunders leered. "Well, I meant it! There's enough cock here to last you a month!"<br />It was true, Vickie realized. Never had she ever in her wettest dreams imagined this many cocks at her disposal. Five of them! Most women didn't get to see that many in a lifetime! And she was going to get to suck and fuck them all in the same evening.<br />"Atta, girl, go to it!" Saunders encouraged, gazing down at her bright blonde head.<br />Vickie had pulled down his pants and shorts and was now gently fondling his balls in one palm while she shucked his cock up and down in her other hand. Then, she leaned forward and kissed his prick. Her lips felt the pulsing of a purple vein. Her tongue scoured up and down his cock.<br />Almost unconsciously, she let her hand drift over to the second cock in the line-up. Her fingers circled it and began jerking on it slowly, preparing it for when she moved her mouth over. The two cocks grew rapidly as she worked on them. Saunders' cock swelled out her lips into a tight red oval.<br />"Suck it nice now, suck it nice!" Saunders encouraged, heaving his hips gently back and forth. "Get it nice and hard now, you sweet slut!"<br />She sucked his prick fat three or four minutes, moving her soft mouth up and down on him with steady, practiced strokes. The fingers of one hand jiggled his balls back and forth. Then she lifted off his cock altogether, surveyed her creation a moment, then smiled up at him warmly.<br />"Hard enough?" she asked, her eyes twinkling lewdly. "Or you want me to suck it some more?"<br />"Better give the other fellows a chance," Saunders suggested, taking his cock in hand and keeping it primed.<br />She hobbled on her knees to her right and pulled the second prick towards her. It was very erect and soared out in her fist. She quickly sucked down three inches of hardening flesh. Her other hand moved on to the third cock and began exploring its gnarled contours.<br />In this manner she proceeded along the lineup of horny men, priming a cock in her fist while she sucked on its neighbor, then moving on down the line. Steadily the five cocks rose up from friendly floppiness to angry redness. They soared up from five hairy crotches like rockets on launching pads.<br />What was she going to do with five enormous hard-ons? She had raised them up, and now she was going to have to do something about getting them down! She looked from one to the other with misgiving. Then she sucked another cock inside and began running her mouth up and down on it harshly. She didn't want to think about it. Not yet.<br />Somehow, while she'd been sucking cocks, all five men had stripped naked. Now they moved in closer to her, forming a circle. They leaned down as she sucked their cocks and fondled her tits. Their pricks loomed out at her like logs.<br />"Let's fuck her," Frye suggested, gripping her by the shoulders. He wanted to be the first to ram his cock into her gaping cunt.<br />"Yeah, let's fuck her brains out," Jason agreed, and he helped Frye haul her off Frank's cock and pull her to the floor.<br />There was a confused tangle of bodies, and Vickie was laid out between the men like an offering. Frye was immediately between her legs, his huge cockhead prodding between the wet lips of her hair-lined cunt. He shoved and his prick disappeared inch after inch into her gaping cunt. Her pussy sucked at his cock and drew him rapidly inside.<br />"Oh fuck, what a cunt!" Frye groaned, watching as his cock vanished completely inside her pussy. His crotch hair meshed soggily with hers. He began to fuck roughly in and out.<br />"Suck it! Suck it!" Donald groaned. He was stationed near Frank on either side of Vickie, and together they were poking their cocks at her, each trying to be the first to snake his prick inside her lips. She satisfied the both of them by tilting her head from side to side, sucking in first one, then the other cock.<br />Saunders and Jason knelt at her flanks. They grabbed her hands and curled her fingers round their steaming hard-ons. They helped her get started by pumping her fists up and down on their pricks, but soon she was jacking them off all by herself.<br />"She sure sucks a cock nicely," Donald said. "She uses her tongue like a professional."<br />"I'd no idea librarians knew how to do such things," Frank said, nudging her cheek with his dickhead. "This little whore is an expert."<br />"She's one of the best. She's one of the finest cocksuckers I've ever come across," added Saunders. "And she worked in the library all this time without me realizing it!"<br />Vickie pumped the two cocks rapidly in her hands, tilted her head from side to side between the looming hard-ons. And all the time Frye drove his cock high into her pussy. Her body quivered and quaked. Her tits jiggled. She was as relaxed and as content as she'd been in quite some time. Something about cocks always seemed to bring out the best in her!<br />But suddenly Frye was pulling his cock out of her, sweat dribbling down his face. "I've gotta rest a while. I'm about to come!" he groaned, a strained look on his features.<br />He lay down on the carpet on his side, his hard-on a great wet spike soaring from his crotch. His cockhead twitched. And immediately his place was taken by Saunders, who poked his own prick in through all her cunt sap without any hesitation. He began fucking her wildly, bucking his ass cheeks and cranking her knees into a wide split with his hands.<br />Vickie was only vaguely aware of what had happened. She felt the emptiness when one cock withdrew, but it was replaced so rapidly with another blazing hard-on that she barely had time to fret. She willingly split wide her thighs and welcomed a new cock into her shivering cunt.<br />Jason was suddenly straddling her middle. He lifted a leg over her and planted his ass on her heaving rib cage. He slipped his balls into the base of her cleavage, and lodged his hard cock in the groove between her tits. His prick rode over the tight silk strap of her bra and roared on up the channel of her tits into her face. As he started to hump her, his cockhead bumped her again and again under her chin.<br />She sucked hungrily on Frank's lunging prick, allowing it to bulge her silky cheek with its mushroom crown. He had it bored between her cheek and gum and was pushing it back and forth like a gigantic toothbrush. It swelled her face totally out of shape.<br />Donald let his cock cool off a moment by steering it about on her face. He poked the head into her eye socket and smeared clear pre-cum juice over her lid and onto her forehead. He grabbed a wad of her gorgeous blonde hair and wrapped it around his cockshaft, then began to jerk off slowly.<br />"Ohhh fuck, she's too much!" gasped Saunders. Suddenly he too was pulling back from her sucking cunt, letting his prick sway and drip in the cool air. He also was very close to coming. His cock skin had felt like it was being slowly peeled off by her hungry hole.<br />Frank pulled his prick from her soft mouth and crawled down between her legs as Saunders sank back to rest. He drilled his cock into Vickie's aching cunt in one fast movement and began plunging in and out. Her cunt accepted him gratefully, bathing him in slimy juice.<br />She dipped down her head, formed a perfect oval with her red smeared lips, and allowed Jason to slot his cockhead again and again into her mouth. His prick seemed to have grown as it bucked between her tits. Each time he drove forward, two inches of his shaft disappeared between Vickie's lips.<br />"Sssppplllfff!" she slobbered merrily.<br />Donald's cockhead rested contentedly against her right eye.<br />"Sit her up! Sit her up!" Frank suggested, his cock pistoning in and out of her steaming cunt. "Then we can fuck her up the ass too!"<br />Vickie's mind reeled. She was surrounded by cocks. Overwhelmed by them. And now they wanted to fuck her up the ass! They weren't content with her mouth and her hands and her cunt. They wanted to fuck her up the ass as well! And she wanted them to! She wanted them to do it! She wanted every hole plugged with cock!<br />Jason continued fucking her between the tits, thrilling at the sight of his erect cock slipping time and again between the librarian's lush red lips. But then Frank was tugging at him from behind, hauling him down off the helpless girl so that they could change position. Good-naturedly, Jason rolled to the floor, then helped prepare the girl for her ultimate gang-fuck.<br />Frank was taking charge. He withdrew his cock from her seething cunt and raised up on his knees. His scarlet hard-on tilted up toward the ceiling. "Jason, you wanna fuck her?" he said. "You're next, I think."<br />Vickie allowed rough hands to grab her, raise her up, tilt her down over the willing Jason. He lay on his back beneath her, waiting while her cunt was lowered down onto his looming cock. He directed his cock between her soggy pussy lips. In seconds the thick log of his prick had disappeared into her hairy slice. She sighed, and her huge tits flopped down over Jason's chest.<br />"I'm in her! I'm completely inside her!" he growled, clamping his hands on her waist. Her legs were on either side of him. Her ass sat on his thighs.<br />"Here, let me fuck her up the ass," Saunders put in, and he was coming up behind her, cock in hand, guiding his hot pole into the girl's splayed ass cheeks. He found her puckered asshole right away and drove forward, drilling the first three inches of his cockmeat into her with no trouble. He rested a moment then bulled on, shoving inch after inch into her willing ass till his crotch hair tickled her satin cheeks. He mauled her lovely globes with his fingers.<br />"Okay, who's next?" Frank wondered.<br />Suddenly Donald and the recovered Frye were coming up alongside her, allowing her to curl her fingers around their steaming hardons. All that remained was for Frank to crawl around in front of her and slip his prick into her gasping mouth. He did so, and all five men began to hump her at once.<br />"What a fucking slut! What a fucking whore!" Saunders gasped. His face was tense and scowling, as if the sight of his horny librarian getting gang-banged was too much for him. He bulled his cock in and out of her asshole with strong lunges. His balls smacked against Jason's on every downstroke.<br />Vickie thought for a while she was going to faint. Her body was wracked, pulled and tugged every which way by the driving cocks. Her ass and cunt were being drilled mercilessly, and she couldn't even cry out. Her mouth was crammed with prick, her lips warped by Frank's bucking hard-on. She clutched two cocks in her fists for support, and shucked them up and down with short, crazy hand movements.<br />Five cocks! Five cocks at the same time! It was too much! It was too much for any girl to handle! They'd split her in half! All these wild and bulling pricks would tear her apart! She clenched shut her eyes and tried not to think about what was happening to her.<br />She couldn't help wondering in her mind's eye what this grotesque situation must look like. One girl and five men! My God, it was crazy! Her legs were spread wide, her ass cheeks splayed far apart. Her arms were stretched out as if she were trying to fly, her fists a blur of motion on the twitching hardons. And all the time her mouth was impaled on yet another cock, her head bucking back and forth with wild jerks and lunges.<br />She wondered how much more of this she'd be able to stand. Her, neck was sore, her chest was sore, her cunt and her ass were sore. Her arms ached from pumping up and down, and her jaw felt like it would be permanently locked in a wide-open gasp. It couldn't last much longer. Several of the men had said they were close to coming already. Surely it would all have to end soon.<br />"Aaannnggghhh!" Frank growled, lunging back from her sucking mouth. He sank in a heap on the floor and stared at his cock dazedly. "Fuck, I almost came! I almost came in her mouth!"<br />"That's what I wanna do! I wanna come in her mouth!" Donald croaked, and he too was backing off, freeing his prick from her tugging hand. He had vivid memories of how she'd sucked him the other day in the broom closet. He remembered how his cum had spurted out and splattered her glasses.<br />CHAPTER EIGHT<br />There was an odd crumpling of bodies as everyone suddenly lost balance and fell in a heap. Cocks were pulled free of Vickie's steaming holes and she was trapped among all the male limbs with her cunt and ass pouring out oily pre-cum juices. She gasped and panted noisily, sucking in great gulps of hot air.<br />"Let's come on her! Let's fucking come all over her!" someone suggested. "I wanna see her covered in cum!"<br />"Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" someone agreed. "Let's do it! Let's do it to the whore!"<br />Vickie was laid on her back on the carpet, her huge tits wobbling about in the lewd bra. She gazed up at the men from under her heavily-painted, lust-clouded eyelids. She wondered if they were serious. She wondered if they really meant to come all over her.<br />She found the notion weirdly appealing, she had to confess. All that jism at one time! She'd never get a chance to see so much cum at one time again, that was for sure. It sounded really quite thrilling! Besides, she didn't seem to have much choice in the matter. Already the men were surrounding her, closing in on her, their cocks pointing at her.<br />"Yes," she screamed. "Yes, jerk off on me! Cover me with cum! I want to see it! I want to see your sweet jizz!"<br />She raised herself up a little on one elbow, let her eyes drift from one cock to the next, waiting patiently for what she knew was about to happen. She helped each of the men in turn, wrapping her fingers over their pumping fists as they rapidly jerked themselves off over her. Her legs were spread wide and her tits heaved heavily in the lacy bra.<br />The men knelt over her, completely surrounding her lush, sweat-slick body. Frank and Donald were on either side of her head, pumping wildly. Jason and Frye were aiming at her tits. Saunders knelt between her legs and pointed his huge cock up the length of her torso.<br />"Oh God, I love your cocks!" Vickie moaned, her glance darting from one fat prick to the next. "I've never seen so many in one place before! So many cocks! So many cocks!"<br />"It's a special treat for you," Saunders sneered. "A special treat for my prettiest librarian. Seems you can't get enough at work. Seems you like being bare-assed on the job with a cock in your cunt, or in your mouth. That can interfere with your work. Much better to get all you can handle and more in your spare time, don't you think? If you're gonna whore around, you shouldn't do it while on the job!"<br />"That go for us too, boss?" leered Frye, priming his cock roughly. "Does that mean we can't fuck our cute little librarian at work any more?"<br />"I'll have to see about that. It's going to be hard having her around all day without being able to fuck her, isn't it? We'll see. Maybe we can get her an office of her own. She could have a bed in there. Then, any time we get horny, we can go visit her for a blowjob, or an assfuck, or whatever! Yeah, that's a good idea!"<br />"A whore in the library! What a great notion!" quipped Donald. He poked Vickie in her cheek with his greasy cockhead.<br />She ignored them all. They could think what they liked of her. They could call her whore, or slut, or all the names in the world. It didn't matter. She was getting all the cock she wanted. She was the center of the attention. What more could she ask for? It certainly beat reading books all alone all day!<br />"Are you ready yet? Are any of you ready to come yet?" she asked, staring at their cocks. "Let me know when you're ready. I want to be prepared!"<br />"We're all ready, slut! We're all ready to come!" Saunders grunted, leaning lower over her belly with his cock. "We're all gonna let fly any second, you just watch! You just fucking watch!"<br />Five men whacked their cocks up and down over the willing librarian. There were moans and groans.<br />"Ohhh, shit! Ohhh, fuck! Here it comes! Here it fucking comes!" Frank wheezed, and he aimed his cockhead at Vickie's pretty face as his balls exploded.<br />She turned her head toward him, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide.<br />"Come in my mouth and over my face!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse.<br />Frank fired off a searing blast of jism that splattered her full in the mouth and cascaded on up her face in a shining white line. She gasped, then coughed, not as prepared as she thought she was to receive the hot jet. It crashed to the back of her mouth and rolled down her throat, half filling her mouth and making her pink tongue gleam silver. And the rest of it clung to her face in a wriggling white ribbon, snaking up her cheek and over the bridge of her nose like a thick tear.<br />"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ggglllppphhh!" she gurgled, spouting strings of white from between her lips.<br />Frank shot off another blast, this one diving across both her cheeks in a thick rope. A long jelly-like strand of it slid down her jaw and drooled to her neck. The milky stream dripped off her face in juicy wads. It pooled in the hollow of her neck and slithered off down one tit.<br />"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh shit!" Frank moaned, his hand a blur of motion on his hard-on. He was staring wildly at Vickie's pretty face, trying to aim for her mouth but splashing more jizz onto her face. A third jet fountained up between her eyes and disappeared into her hair, leaving yet another steaming rope of silver. It was as if someone had painted a pretty white line up the center of her face.<br />"Look at her! Look at the hot bitch!" Frye was gloating, and suddenly he too was coming, firing off strings of spunk across her heaving tits.<br />He started up high, spurting streamers into the hollow of her neck and even splashing her once under her chin. But then he was pointing his cock lower, shooting jet after jet of cum onto her nipples, onto the upper globes of her tits, into her cleavage. The ribbons of white then ran together, pooling in a thick stream that ran down between her tits like spill-off from them.<br />"I'm gonna cover her tits! I'm gonna cover the sweet little slut's tits!" he gloated, his eyes flashing. Hot wads of slime spat out from his cockhead and splashed time after time onto Vickie's heaving jugs.<br />"More! More! In my mouth!" she begged, her throat finally cleared of Frank's jizz. She tilted her head toward him and waited patiently, passively, with her eyes closed.<br />He moved closer, shot out one, two, three jets of white straight into her gaping, yearning mouth. Thick silver ropes of spunk overflowed her sweet lips and drooled down her chin. They dangled from her jaw.<br />"Ggggglllggggg!" she gasped, trying to swallow and keep her mouth open at the same time.<br />"I don't believe it! Look at her!" Frye went on, watching her face as he splashed out his cum across her tits. "The little whore loves it! She wants more! She fucking wants more cum!"<br />"And she's gonna get it! The little slut's gonna get it!" grunted Donald. He moved closer to Vickie's cum-splattered face, aimed the head of his cock at her mouth. He began to shoot jism. His first jet slithered down her cheek.<br />She turned from Frank's nearly emptied cock and immediately concentrated on this new source of jizz. Her mouth was still full to overflowing with steaming paste, but she gamely forced open her lips, waited anxiously for Donald's next blast.<br />Donald squirted a great swirling jet of cum into her gaping mouth. Once again she was forced to cough raggedly. More scalding silver spunk frothed from her lips and dribbled messily off her chin. She looked like she'd been hit in the mouth with a snowball.<br />"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Donald groaned, his hand whipping up and down his spraying cock with lightning-fast strokes. Another string of jism spat free. Then her mouth was full. She was forced to close her lips a moment. And the rest of his spunk sprayed out hopelessly on her pretty face.<br />Vickie did not wince or try to move her head during this onslaught. She waited patiently for the jism to splatter her full in the face with noisy wet blasts. Her lips smacked together hungrily as she swallowed. She kept her eyes open now, anxious to see who was coming and who wasn't, who had finished and who was just beginning.<br />Donald jerked off into her face strongly. Her lashes were matted shut immediately. A thick ball of jizz clung to the corner of her eye.<br />"Gggglllppphhh! Gggglllppphhh!" she groaned, helpless under the blizzard of cum.<br />The men watched in fascination as she was covered by wriggling snakes of jism. Frank sat back, his balls empty, his cock dripping slime to the carpet. Frye, his eyes wild, shot his last short blasts onto her right nipple, enthralled at the way the long nubbin shone under its erotic coating of spunk. And while Donald poured out the last of his juice, Saunders and Jason whacked themselves to climax.<br />She swallowed noisily, sucking wad after wad of steaming paste. This was madness! Absolute madness! This was like nothing she'd ever read about in books! God, how strange life was!<br />"Ohhh! Ungh! Ungh!" Donald moaned. Another hot blast of cream rose up from his balls. This one rolled out his cock tip and just hung there, like a white ornament on the end of his prick. It gleamed in the light a moment, then drooled down in a rubbery string and attached itself to Vickie's eyelash. Both eyes were now clogged with spunk.<br />Jason began to moan softly, and his prick started shooting jets of cum across her tits and down her belly. The white streamers crisscrossed with the cum-lines Frye had painted across her. It was hard to tell whose jizz was whose. The stuff dripped from both her nipples like milk.<br />And he suddenly pointed his cock higher, and streams of spunk shot off into her blonde hair. Cum slopped down her cheek and along her jawline. He moaned softly to himself.<br />"Quite a shower you're getting, huh, slut?" croaked Saunders, gazing up her steaming body. Her face was no longer recognizable. "You want the last of it? You want the last of the hot cum all over you?"<br />He knelt between her gaping legs and jerked himself off, proud that he was the last to come. There was a tense grin on his face and he began to growl deep in his throat. His hand whacked up and down on his cock so fast it was a wonder he wasn't hurting himself. Then at the last minute he tilted his stiff cock downwards, aiming for her yawning cunt.<br />Vickie had been fucked so many times tonight, her pussy was a gasping pink slice of raw flesh, the lips pried wide apart by all the cocks. It was wet and soggy with pre-cum juice and pussy fluid, and her pubic hair glistened as if oil had been poured all over it.<br />"Here it comes! Here comes the last of the juice!" Saunders wailed. He pumped his aching cock one last time, and it began to spit out thick bolts of silver onto her cunt. Once, twice, three times, the blasts shooting directly onto her cunt flesh, pasting it with scalding spunk.<br />He hit her erect clit one time, then bathed her puffy outer cuntlips. Then he blasted a jet or two onto her crotch hair. Finally he, too, was pointing his cock upwards. Shot after shot spat up over her belly, flowed into her navel, slithered up between her tits.<br />He crawled up over her, pumped out a blast that hit her solidly on her left nipple. And then he soiled her already splattered face. He jerked out the last of his jism into her mouth, adding to the already spilling overflow.<br />"Just what you wanted! Just what you wanted, little girl! A face full of cum! A steaming face full of hot spunk! Ohhh, what a sight you are! What a filthy, obscene sight you are!"<br />Vickie shone white under the coating of hot spunk. She was covered, from cunt to hairline, with wriggling pools of white. Her cunt oozed it, her belly gleamed with it. Her mammoth tits were as slick with cum as they could be.<br />Her face was an incredible mess. Thick juicy ropes of silver jizz hung off her hair, drooled down her forehead. Her blue eye shadow had turned a darker shade. Her eyes were two wide circles of quivering cream.<br />Layers of cum coated her cheeks and dribbled off her chin. One nostril was completely blocked off. Her mouth was a ghostly wash of silver, plugged completely with jism she hadn't yet had time to swallow. It overflowed her scarlet lips and smeared the lower half of her face totally. Heavy white strings of spunk dangled from her chin.<br />"What a sight! What an incredible sight!" Saunders muttered, the last of his juice pumped out into her face. "You're covered in it! You're fucking, covered in cum! How does it feel? How does it feel to be buried under all that spunk?"<br />Vickie couldn't answer. It felt kind of neat, in an odd way, but she, didn't want to think about it just then. She was too busy trying to clear her mouth and throat of cream. She was too busy trying to breathe through her one clear nostril.<br />"Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ," Jason said at last, flopping onto his back on the floor. His cock was wilting in his hand. It drooled fluid onto his thigh.<br />The others lay around in a daze, their balls empty, their cocks slowly withering between their legs. They stared at Vickie with mixtures of awe and disgust, as if they hadn't had anything to do with messing her up this way. It was as if they were watching a movie of what had happened. Only Saunders was up on his knees, still straddling her, dripping cum onto her.<br />And Vickie swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. She felt bloated, as if she'd been force-fed something heavy and oily. She felt as though she wouldn't need to eat again for a whole week. Her throat made wet croaking noises.<br />"Sweet little librarian! Sweet little librarian!" Saunders chanted. "You're a horny little bitch and no mistake! You took all we had to give you, didn't you? You swallowed down jism from five guys! Incredible! Fucking incredible!"<br />Actually there was more jism splattered on her face and body than she'd swallowed, mused Vickie, but she wasn't about to argue. She'd done a hell of a job, whichever way you looked at it. She'd handled them all, let them all fuck her, and she'd brought them all off. It was some accomplishment. Not bad for a quiet little librarian who had not had much experience in these matters!<br />And where would she go from here? How could she possibly top this? A girl only had so many holes, after all. She only had so many places she could stuff a cock. Five guys would seem to be about the limit. Unless she took them in shifts. Unless she fucked them one or two or three at a time and made the others wait their turn.<br />She flushed at her lewd thoughts. She certainly had been liberated this past day or two! She had no idea she was capable of this kind of thing. And look what had happened! What a difference in just a day or two!<br />There was only one thing that mattered in all this, and that was the fact that she enjoyed herself. She got off on what was said to her, what was done to her. And now that she'd broken out from the prison of her past life, she could go on exploring this strange new world with all its kinky aspects.<br />A lot had happened to her in the last little while. She'd done some pretty wild things. But there were lots of other things to do out there! There were lots of other ways to enjoy herself sexually! And she was determined to do it. At least she'd have a hell of a good try!<br />She sighed contentedly, confident that her life from now on was going to be all she could possibly want. She swallowed, drank down yet more of the cloying spunk in her mouth. And she twisted and squirmed on the damp carpet, stretching her gorgeous body like a lazy cat. She brought her hands up the length of her torso, scooping up warm layers of jism with her fingers.<br />Her body gleamed under its layers of spunk. And she spread it on her skin, bathing her belly. She caressed her huge tits, massaging the sticky paste into her full globes and over her nipples.<br />And then she touched her face. Her fingers traced up over her cheeks, smoothing the jizz into her skin like balm. She touched her forehead and gathered the stuff pooling in her eyes. She ran a finger down each cheek and finally dug one into the corner of her mouth. And then, sticking her tongue out prettily, her face broke into a wide, girlish smile.<br />THE END<br /><br />LINE UP FOR THE LIBRARIAN by Steve Golden<br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-40922725042473368942007-07-01T09:33:00.000-05:002007-07-01T09:51:48.238-05:00Sex Orgy With AnimalsIt was a few weeks after they returned from their honeymoon that Niles Dawson had his first terrifying glimpse into the depths of his lovely young bride's bizarre tastes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jahsonic.com/Leda.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.jahsonic.com/Leda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Niles and Betsy Dawson had taken a fine home in Westchester County, within easy commuting distance of New York City, where Niles had a lucrative real estate business. It was a pleasant neighborhood of large homes, lush lawns, and enormous, over-arching trees.<br /><br />One evening, Niles and Betsy were strolling along the sidewalk, hand in hand, enjoying the pleasant May air, and the feeling of being newlyweds. Niles was exultantly aware that his youthful wife——she was only twenty——hadn't a stitch on beneath her flimsy summer dress.<br /><br />He delighted, therefore, whenever they were in shadow, in running his eager hand over her ass, reveling in her buttocks' exuberant contours.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNxN7lrptDq7AeW6vV_kNxYKUrzb7ZADvbmqRfQPpat7oxQfwX3gO3osDu4XFMgKdJJQD3OznO3GYUjmNDUxjqRlCvlg3My1aYKu_8aX1_CiyURtk5S1GxcfmUsI8IwRJJZjJlYD92CM/s1600-h/Dita_Von_Teese12.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNxN7lrptDq7AeW6vV_kNxYKUrzb7ZADvbmqRfQPpat7oxQfwX3gO3osDu4XFMgKdJJQD3OznO3GYUjmNDUxjqRlCvlg3My1aYKu_8aX1_CiyURtk5S1GxcfmUsI8IwRJJZjJlYD92CM/s200/Dita_Von_Teese12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082239302747004338" /></a> From time to time he even thrust his hand up under skirt. Giggling, she would slap it away.<br /><br />But he would always come back for more. His dick would strain at his pants as he roved his hand over her sleek thighs, intruding his fingers into her hot, slippery ass crack and, for short, delirious moments, between her legs and up into the crispy muff where he would fondle her fleshy cunt lips.<br /><br />Betsy giggled and slapped, but it was obvious she loved it, and she would smear her body provocatively against his every time he squeezed her tits.<br /><br />Niles was congratulating himself on his superb judgment in choosing such a delectable morsel as his bride when the dog appeared out of nowhere, running toward them swiftly over the wide, well manicured lawn. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/freud/freud.girl-white-dog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/freud/freud.girl-white-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>It was a beautiful animal——large, very lean, and sleekly streamlined. Niles wasn't familiar with dog breeds and pedigrees and that sort of thing, but he thought this might be a greyhound.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><a href="http://hjrf64t67v553e2l4b.usercash.com">Sex Orgy With Animals</a><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-84814755381432800892007-07-01T08:49:00.000-05:002007-07-01T09:11:18.802-05:00Step-Father's Sins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqz8fcTr02FU_lhc6eDbgaFChfKp8R8WQkRwmTcYzgTswjinjzSHJzlgLNl1Xj3-TYzN6kbTZAoxD8LKgsQKsBmQWkuQ3xexo9CiTbD_rI-dxOziHopO77MiLfA5Ivty5twinKmpzLWTQ/s1600-h/aa-035+Step-Father%27s+Sins.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqz8fcTr02FU_lhc6eDbgaFChfKp8R8WQkRwmTcYzgTswjinjzSHJzlgLNl1Xj3-TYzN6kbTZAoxD8LKgsQKsBmQWkuQ3xexo9CiTbD_rI-dxOziHopO77MiLfA5Ivty5twinKmpzLWTQ/s200/aa-035+Step-Father%27s+Sins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082226658363284866" /></a><br />Michele Madison did not find out until her honeymoon that her husband was a sexual sadist. She was shocked to find that her new husband enjoyed causing her pain just as much as he enjoyed causing her pleasure.<br /><br />This was tough enough for Michele to handle at first, but her confusion was compounded by the fact that she was beginning to like the pain.<br /><br />At first she thought that it was annoying that Bernard had to tie her up and whip her before he fucked her in one of her three, sex holes.<br /><br />But now she knew that there was close association between the pleasure and pain she received, and that one sensation enhanced the other.<br /><br />She had to admit that Bernard made her come harder than any other man she had ever been with, not that she was an expert on the subject of men. But Michele had been around, and she had two teenage daughters to prove it.<br /><br />Michele - along with her daughters Mindy and Marlene - had moved in with Bernard Madison after the wedding, and were trying to make ago of it as a family.<br /><br />It was a spring evening and the girls were out on dates, which meant Michele and Bernard had the house to themselves.<br /><br />Bernard was a successful businessman and owned a big house on top of a hill in the Upstate New York town of Caledonia.<br /><br />The girls had grown up ten miles down the road in Rushdale with their mother, and were annoyed because they were going to have to switch high schools the following fall.<br /><br />Mindy was seventeen and would be entering her senior year. She was relieved that they hadn't made her finish up her junior year at Caledonia High School.<br /><br />Marlene was ten months younger than her sister and was finishing up her sophomore year at Rushdale High.<br /><br />The weather in Caledonia was beginning to warm and the grass was beginning to turn green and start to grow.<br /><br />The leaves were returning to the trees, and everywhere men and women alike were getting hornier than hell.<br /><br />Michele was washing the dinner dishes and Bernard was sitting on the couch in the livingroom watching television.<br /><br />He could feel his balls aching with desire, and he could feel his cock start to grow inside his trousers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVqHuAtNPvrVEiGTbJBPXb4jFu0BFSzCwG78JBcD-hXCSr8RPJYcE2u2Z6AUcxHQjE_ICnY6Q6oPEbsoYx6aPnbgZxHH7J8GO7BfLrr0VuZLSnXoJP_pO3yMvKigERihE2SgT3OEfqIc/s1600-h/couples_seduce_teens_02.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVqHuAtNPvrVEiGTbJBPXb4jFu0BFSzCwG78JBcD-hXCSr8RPJYcE2u2Z6AUcxHQjE_ICnY6Q6oPEbsoYx6aPnbgZxHH7J8GO7BfLrr0VuZLSnXoJP_pO3yMvKigERihE2SgT3OEfqIc/s200/couples_seduce_teens_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082228041342754194" /></a><br /><br />"Woman!" Bernard called out from his sitting position. He never took his eyes away from the TV set.<br /><br />His jaw was set firmly and there was a burning in his dark brown eyes that looked about to emit a lasar beam.<br /><br />"Yes, dear," Michele called back from the kitchen. There was a musical tone to her voice whenever she spoke.<br /><br />Many thought that Michele was singing her way through life.<br /><br />In spite of the fact that she was thirty-five years old, Michele had lost none of her youthful beauty and charm.<br /><br />There were times when Bernard thought he was living with three teenage girls rather than only two.<br /><br />"I need sex!" Bernard called out. He was using his command voice, and Michele could tell he was impatient.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Download the entire story here: <a href="http://ffprqoco2wsn6v82rfv.usercash.com">Step-Father's Sins</a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.incesttaboo.com/samples/images/5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.incesttaboo.com/samples/images/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-45267068134417088882007-03-16T23:42:00.000-05:002007-03-16T23:51:51.704-05:00The Violated Virgin<a href="http://n8vb49nsw96ch96h0ac.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/28/221/22178487.jpg"></a>The mall was crowded with students, all eager to take advantage of the <br />sunshine and the soft spring breeze that blew gently off the river. <br />Every bench was occupied, and even the wide concrete borders which <br />fringed the flowerbeds were jammed with chattering teenagers, their <br />spirits lifted by the final departure of winter and the sight of <br />thousands of daffodils which heralded the approaching season.<br /><br />The clock on Old Main indicated eleven-thirty, and Suzanne glanced up <br />impatiently as she pushed her way through the throng. Yvonne had said <br />eleven-fifteen. Where was she? Nervously, Suzanne turned and bumped <br />into a tall, blond young man, who grinned at her impudently. "What's <br />the hurry?" he said in a lazy drawl, his eyes quickly scanning her <br />figure approvingly.<br /><br />"Sorry," she muttered, stepping back, then going on again. Her ears <br />burned as she heard a soft whistle of appreciation before he became <br />lost in the crowd. She smiled to herself; he had been rather nice-<br />looking. But not as handsome as Sam. No one was as handsome as Sam. Oh, <br />why couldn't she have gone with him to Europe? Almost subliminally she <br />heard her mother's voice: "Go to Europe with that young man? Suzanne, <br />you must be out of your mind. What would the neighbors say? Of course, <br />if you got married first ..."<br /><br />Married. who would want to get married at nineteen? Maybe some kids <br />did, but then usually because they had to. And Suzanne had decided when <br />she was fifteen that she was going to wait, at least until she was out <br />of college. Of course, after meeting Sam, she had been sorely tempted. <br />Sam was a very persistent suitor; it had taken all her will power not <br />to give in to him, not only to his proposal, but his propositions as <br />well.<br /><br />She felt a tingling in her loins at the memory of his strong face above <br />hers, his hands gently caressing her body, and the suggestive bulge in <br />his pants. That bulge. Oh, how many times hadn't she wanted to reach <br />out and feel it, the way his fingers would feel her breasts. But every <br />time, her mother's voice rang in her ears, and her mounting desires <br />would suddenly turn to guilt and self-recrimination, and Sam would <br />again go home, frustrated and disappointed. No wonder he went to <br />Europe; he was probably sleeping with every available girl he met. At <br />least that's what Yvonne had said to her. Yvonne ... where was she?<br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><br />Suzanne glanced up at the clock again. Eleven-forty. She hated people <br />who weren't punctual, and Yvonne should know better.<br /><br />"Here you are, darling!"<br /><br />The throaty greeting penetrated above the noisy clamor, and Suzanne <br />turned with a smile of relief.<br /><br />"Yvonne, where've you been?"<br /><br />The angular face beamed at her. "Right here. Since eleven-fifteen. I <br />guess I was too busy checking over the new talent. Christ, I think <br />these kids get sexier each semester."<br /><br />Yvonne's overly large and overly made-up eyes followed two young men as <br />they walked past. She gave a soft whistle.<br /><br />"Did you see the basket on that one?"<br /><br />Suzanne grabbed her arm, and began guiding her through the crowd <br />towards Woodward Avenue.<br /><br />"Yvonne, you're too much. Can't you think of anything else?"<br /><br />Yvonne laughed, a thunderous bellow that had once been likened to the <br />blast of the tug-boats on the river.<br /><br />"Anything else, darling? Oh, come off it, my little vestal virgin. Once <br />you spread your legs for a man, you'll find there's not much else worth <br />thinking about."<br /><br />Suzanne bit her lip and remained silent. Although she was rather proud <br />of her virginity, she had to admit the many moments when she had almost <br />given it away to Sam. Oh, Sam, where the hell are you right now?<br /><br />"Believe me, Suzanne, I hope you do get laid pretty soon. It's good for <br />the digestion, among other things. Where do you want to eat? Verne's?"<br /><br />They turned down the sidewalk and walked past the Maccabees Building. <br />Suzanne kept silent, with her friend's words echoing in her brain. <br />Maybe she would get laid after all. No, no, no. The little voice rose <br />again, as it always did; save it for Sam. He's the only one. He loves <br />you. And you love him. Let his shaft be the first one to break through <br />into your pulsating cavern. Oh, Sam ... Sam ...<br /><br />She blinked her eyes as they left the sunlit sidewalk and entered the <br />darkened interior of the bar. Yvonne led the way over to a corner table <br />and collapsed into a chair. Suzanne seated herself opposite and smiled.<br /><br />"Good to see you," she said sincerely, looking across the table at her <br />friend, thinking again that she was indeed fortunate to have an older <br />woman to guide her through the first hectic weeks of classes at Wayne. <br />Not that she was helpless; but after graduating from a high school <br />class of only sixty-two, she felt more than overpowered by the size of <br />the student body. She remembered hearing that the total enrollment at <br />Wayne State was over twenty-five thousand. No more personal touches <br />from the teacher; she would be merely a small insignificant cog in the <br />educational machine,<br /><br />"What are you having?"<br /><br />The slender, pale-faced girl had approached the table, pencil and pad <br />poised. Yvonne looked up and blew smoke in her face, unintentionally.<br /><br />"I'm having a hamburger, dear," she said. "Okay for you, Suzanne?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "Yes, please. And a large Coke."<br /><br />"I'll take a vodka and seven," said Yvonne, "I need a little something <br />this morning. Last night just about wore me out."<br /><br />She gripped her cigarette firmly, and Suzanne noticed the fine lines <br />around her lips, matching those at the corners of her eyes. Suzanne had <br />never asked Yvonne her age, but she suspected it was around thirty. <br />Yvonne had been going to Wayne for over six years. She jokingly <br />referred to herself as a professional student.<br /><br />"So, you excited?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded.<br /><br />"Of course I am. I've been looking forward to this for years. Of <br />course, mother isn't very happy about my getting the apartment."<br /><br />Yvonne's throaty laugh echoed through the bar. "Of course she wouldn't <br />be. She's afraid you're going to start dragging in every male on <br />campus. But then ..." Yvonne's eyes twinkled. "I guess there's not much <br />chance of that as long as you're carrying that torch for Sam, huh?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "Not a chance."<br /><br />"Well, you can always come up and spend those lonely evenings with me <br />and Carole."<br /><br />"Thanks, but I plan to do a lot of studying. I'm also going to start a <br />little project of my own, investigating the poor families in the <br />neighborhood. That's one of the reasons I'm moving into your building. <br />It's close enough to that section up on West Forest. I want to really <br />find out how those people live and what their problems are."<br /><br />Yvonne sniffed. "Just watch yourself. You might be able to walk down <br />the streets in Grosse Pointe at night without getting raped, but not in <br />this neighborhood. So just be careful."<br /><br />"I will."<br /><br />"And ..." Yvonne giggled. "If you do get in a situation that looks like <br />trouble, remember to go for the groin. A swift kick in the balls will <br />stop just about anyone."<br /><br />"I'll remember," Suzanne said, flushing slightly. She leaned back as <br />the waitress brought their drinks. Yvonne lifted her glass.<br /><br />"Well, here's to it," she said, "And may he be hot, horny and handsome, <br />whoever he is."<br /><br />"Yvonne, you're too much," said Suzanne.<br /><br />"Never," was the blunt reply, "And take it from me, my girl, once <br />you've had a good hard cock up your innocent little pussy, you'll know <br />what life's all about."<br /><br />"Yvonne, don't talk like that," said Suzanne, her face turning scarlet. <br />"It's not nice."<br /><br />"You sound like your mother," said Yvonne cynically. "No wonder you're <br />an only child. She probably let your old man in once, and that was <br />that. Don't you make the same mistake. There's nothing like a good fuck <br />to keep a girl in shape."<br /><br />The waitress returned with their food, and Suzanne breathed a sigh of <br />relief. She liked Yvonne very much, but her incessant preoccupation <br />with sex made Suzanne feel uncomfortable. She knew what Yvonne said was <br />probably true, but that was one area of truth she hadn't yet learned to <br />face without embarrassment. Her mind fled back to the last night she <br />had spent with Sam before he flew to Europe. They had attended a dance <br />at the Detroit Yacht Club, and afterwards Sam drove to a secluded spot <br />on Belle Isle, and they sat watching the lights of the ships on the <br />river and the distant skyline of Windsor, and Suzanne had wanted to cry <br />her eyes out at the thought of being without Sam for three months. He <br />had put his arms around her, and their kisses were deep and prolonged. <br />She felt her loins stirring with desire, and Sam's fingers caressing <br />her breasts did nothing to ease her mounting passions.<br /><br />Finally, Sam had taken her hand and gently placed it over his crotch. <br />Before she jerked it away, she was conscious of the hard, throbbing <br />bulge there. "Please, please," he had begged her, but she had turned <br />away, her face hot with anger, not at him, but with herself and her <br />inability to do what she really wanted to; but deep in her mind, her <br />mother's voice still rang out commandingly. "I'm going to be gone some <br />time," Sam said, "Give me something to remember." She shook her head <br />and looked away. She was conscious of Sam moving, and she heard the <br />rustle of fabric. When she had turned back, she saw in the dim light, <br />the white outline of his cock protruding from his fly. His hand was <br />around it, and he was gently massaging it, up and down.<br /><br />"Sam!" Her voice was tinged with terror.<br /><br />"Relax," he had said, "It won't bite you." And he had taken her hand <br />again, and this time her fingers felt the naked flesh of his penis, <br />firm and thick and long.<br /><br />Almost with one movement, she pulled away, opened the car door and <br />stumbled across the grass, her dress tearing on the branch of a tree. <br />She came to a stop at the edge of the beach, and stood there, staring <br />out across the river, her mind whirling, her breasts heaving, and <br />within her loins the incredibly sensation of sexual stimulation like <br />she had never known before. She wanted to go back, to feel his shaft, <br />to close her lips around it, to feel it slide into her. She wanted it, <br />oh, how she wanted it; but she stood there, alone, tears streaming down <br />her cheeks.<br /><br />After a while, she heard a soft footstep, and turned to see Sam <br />standing behind her. "I'm sorry," he said, touching her arm, "but I had <br />to do something about it. I couldn't stand it any longer." Something <br />told her, without her asking him, what he had done. And within her <br />heart, she didn't blame him. She sometimes masturbated herself at home. <br />"Come, I'll take you home," he had said, and without a word, she let <br />herself be guided back to the car. They kissed goodnight, and the next <br />day Sam left for Europe.<br /><br />Oh, how she wished she had given in to his desires that night. If only <br />she didn't feel the way she did about sex. If only she could be like <br />her other girlfriends who admitted freely that they slept with boys. <br />She wanted to; God knows she wanted to. But she had yet to chase the <br />overwhelming specter of guilt and retribution from her mind, the <br />feeling that if she did she would be guilty of the greatest <br />transgression. "It's sinful the way some young people carry on," her <br />mother had said so many times. "I'm glad Suzanne is a good girl." If <br />she was such a good girl, why did it make her feel so bad?<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Suzanne followed Yvonne up the steps to the blackened, time-worn <br />apartment house on Hancock Street. Just a few blocks from the campus, <br />the building would be most convenient, not only for school, but for her <br />intended research into the slum area to the west, peopled by white and <br />black families who formed a major portion of Detroit's economically <br />deprived population.<br /><br />Yvonne pushed open the door, and the smell of stale cooking odors <br />greeted their nostrils. A slovenly looking woman was mopping the tiled <br />lobby. She looked up and grinned.<br /><br />"Hi, Yvonne," she said, and then her beady eyes fastened on Suzanne. <br />"This must be your friend, Suzanne?"<br /><br />Yvonne introduced her as Mrs. Sansome, and Suzanne shook hands, <br />conscious of the dampness of the fingers that enclosed her own. She <br />wanted to reach into her purse for a Kleenex to wipe the stickiness, <br />but she decided to wait.<br /><br />"You'll be renting 8B," Mrs. Sansome continued. "It's on the third <br />floor, just above Yvonne and Carole. It's a nice place, and it has a <br />nice view from the balcony." She gave a loud cackle, and Yvonne sniffed <br />deprecatingly.<br /><br />"View?" she snapped. "You call Hancock a view?"<br /><br />"S'better than looking into the alley," retorted Mrs. Sansome with some <br />spirit. "Come, Suzanne. I'll show you."<br /><br />They climbed the stairs, their footsteps echoing hollowly through the <br />building. Mrs. Sansome was breathing heavily by the time they reached <br />the third floor. Her stooped shoulders shrieked of years of drudgery <br />and her emaciated frame looked like it could blow away. Suzanne made a <br />mental note to talk to her landlady about her background; obviously she <br />was one of many poorer persons who supplemented their income by taking <br />care of apartments. Yes, that would be another aspect of her studies: <br />the exploitation of the poor by rich real estate tycoons. Detroit was <br />notorious for slum landlords, and while this building wasn't exactly a <br />slum, it had obviously not been well cared for over the years.<br /><br />"Well, here it is," said Mrs. Sansome. "It ain't elegant but it's <br />clean."<br /><br />They walked into the living room, sparsely furnished with a well-worn <br />couch and chairs, a small desk and two lamps. Through a hallway Suzanne <br />glimpsed the kitchen and bathroom, and off one end of the living room <br />was a small alcove with a double bed.<br /><br />"Same as ours," said Yvonne. "Only cleaner, maybe."<br /><br />"Sure," snapped Mrs. Sansome. "Yours was clean when you moved in."<br /><br />Yvonne snorted. "That was five years ago," she said. "It hasn't even <br />been painted since then."<br /><br />"No, and I wonder if it's ever been cleaned," retorted Mrs. Sansome.<br /><br />Yvonne raised her eyebrows and glared. "Another crack like that and <br />I'll report you to the Board of Health," she said icily. She turned to <br />Suzanne. "Don't mind us, dear. Mrs. Sansome and I have been friendly <br />enemies for years. She's just jealous because I have more boyfriends <br />staying overnight than she does."<br /><br />Suzanne walked into the kitchen and looked around. The room was small, <br />and the stove very old, but there was an air of warmth about it that <br />appealed to her. She thought for a second of her father's beautiful <br />home in Grosse Pointe, with the lavish display of built-in appliances, <br />formica counter tops, hand-rubbed cabinets and a brand-new dishwasher <br />and trash disposal. But that was his home. This apartment was going to <br />be hers; at least for a while. She turned to Mrs. Sansome with a smile.<br /><br />"It looks fine," she said. "I'll start moving in right away. I have <br />some things in my car outside."<br /><br />Yvonne moved to the door. "See you later, darling. I have to get ready. <br />I have a date. 'Bye now."<br /><br />Mrs. Sansome grinned, and turned back to Suzanne. "She's a card," she <br />said in a raspy voice, "but I like her. Oh, the rent's payable in <br />advance. Eighty-five a month."<br /><br />Suzanne fumbled in her purse and took out her checkbook, wrote a check <br />quickly and handed it over.<br /><br />"There."<br /><br />Mrs. Sansome handed over two keys, and walked downstairs with Suzanne. <br />In the lobby she paused and smiled. "You known Yvonne a long time?" she <br />asked curiously.<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "About a year," she replied. "We met socially. Why?"<br /><br />The old woman shrugged. "Nothing. You just seem a nicer type of girl <br />than she is, that's all. Nothing against her, of course, you <br />understand. But I can tell you come from a nice family."<br /><br />Suzanne smiled. "Thank you. But I think Yvonne's pretty nice, too, even <br />if she is a little rough at times."<br /><br />Mrs. Sansome nodded. "Most dykes are," she said. "But then it takes all <br />types. See you, Suzanne."<br /><br />She waddled off down the hall, her body swaying beneath the weight of <br />the bucket and mop she carried. Suzanne stared after her, frowning. <br />Dykes. What did she mean by that? She'd never heard that word before. <br />Maybe it referred to the section of town where Yvonne had been born. <br />Like Hamtramack, where the Poles lived.<br /><br />Brushing the thought from her mind, Suzanne walked out of the building <br />and down the steps to her MG parked at the sidewalk. She unlocked the <br />trunk and began unloading the boxes of things she had brought over. She <br />was busily stacking them on the sidewalk when she heard a voice.<br /><br />"Hi. You moving into the neighborhood?"<br /><br />She turned to see a young man standing behind her. He looked very <br />young, possibly not more than sixteen, she imagined, with a shock of <br />blond curly hair and an engaging smile on his face. He was dressed in <br />blue jeans and a torn T-shirt, and had no shoes.<br /><br />"Yes, I am," she replied.<br /><br />"Here, let me help."<br /><br />He came forward, and started lifting one of the boxes. Suzanne <br />hesitated, then smiled.<br /><br />"Thank you, that's very kind. But it's a long haul. I'm on the third <br />floor."<br /><br />"That's okay," said the young man. "I'm used to stairs. We live on the <br />fifth floor."<br /><br />"In this building?"<br /><br />He laughed. "Oh, no, nothing as nice as this. We're way up on Forest, <br />the other side of Third. Hey, what's your name? Mine's Donald."<br /><br />"I'm Suzanne," she replied.<br /><br />In silence they climbed up to the apartment and deposited their loads <br />on the floor of the living room. Donald stared around, then stood back, <br />looking at Suzanne with appreciative eyes.<br /><br />"This sure is nice," he said enviously. "I wish we had a nice place <br />like this."<br /><br />"You live with your folks?" asked Suzanne.<br /><br />"Uh-huh. My mother and my older brother Ted. Say, I clean apartments <br />real cheap. You want me to help you up here?"<br /><br />Suzanne laughed. "Well, let me think about it, okay? Maybe when I get <br />settled I'll have some chores you can help with. What do you charge?"<br /><br />He laughed. "Oh, not much. Maybe a dollar or so. I also run errands, <br />like to the store. I only charge fifty cents to go to the store."<br /><br />"Oh." Suzanne realized she would be needing some milk, coffee and <br />sugar. "Donald, how about picking up some things for me now while I <br />finish unpacking?"<br /><br />"Okay. I won't charge you this time. Sort of a bonus for a new <br />customer."<br /><br />They both laughed, and Suzanne stared at him. He was really such an <br />appealing boy, with a fresh, innocent quality to his face. And he <br />seemed courteous and respectful, with no hint of the roughness that she <br />imagined would characterize a boy growing up in this neighborhood.<br /><br />She made out a list, gave him a five-dollar bill, and he ran down the <br />stairs, whistling. Suzanne walked to the balcony of her apartment and <br />stared down at his figure, running quickly up Hancock Street and <br />disappearing from view. She turned back inside, humming to herself. <br />Only a half-hour in her new home, and already she'd met someone from <br />the neighborhood, someone that she knew would provide valuable research <br />for her social studies. Yes, she would certainly have to become better <br />acquainted with Donald and his family. They could be her first case <br />history.<br /><br />With a sigh, she flopped into a chair and surveyed her new apartment. <br />She felt she was going to be very happy here. For the first time in her <br />life, she would have a place that was entirely her own. For a split <br />second, she wished Sam were there with her, and the sign on the door <br />read "Mr. and Mrs." instead of merely "Suzanne Delacorte." She made a <br />mental note to write to Sam that evening and tell him of her move.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br />Within the following week, Suzanne settled down to her new routine of <br />classes at Wayne and studies in the evening, and she found a growing <br />sense of satisfaction over her situation. Mr. and Mrs. Delacorte came <br />over one night to visit, and stayed only about an hour. Mrs. Delacorte <br />was horrified. "You're living in a slum," she said primly. "It's a <br />wonder this building hasn't been condemned. Honestly, Suzanne, I don't <br />see how you can be happy here."<br /><br />Suzanne was thankful for her father's understanding. "You do your <br />thing, little girl," he said with a twinkle in his deep blue eyes. <br />"Would you believe I lived in an apartment just like this before I met <br />your mother. That was before I made it big, of course." Suzanne <br />remembered the many times her father had told her about his struggle to <br />succeed and his eventual emergence as one of Detroit's leading parts <br />manufacturers. Despite his affluence, Mr. Delacorte still retained his <br />earthy quality, and his lack of interest in the Grosse Pointe social <br />scene was a constant thorn in his wife's side. "Your father just <br />doesn't realize the importance of mixing with the right people," Mrs. <br />Delacorte would often tell Suzanne. "Birds of a feather, you know, and <br />all that." And Suzanne would exchange a conspiratorial look with her <br />father.<br /><br />On her third day in her apartment, Suzanne asked Donald if she could <br />come and visit his mother. He had checked in with her after classes to <br />see if there were any chores she needed done. He was very thrilled at <br />her interest, and together they walked up to West Forest Avenue, across <br />the expressway and down several blocks to an apartment building which, <br />in comparison to Suzanne's, was almost ready to fall apart. Suzanne <br />repressed a shudder as they climbed the stairs, every step creaking <br />from their weight and the walls grimy with years of filth. The air was <br />stagnant and smelled of stale cigarette smoke, liquor and urine.<br /><br />They entered an apartment on the fifth floor, and she sank immediately <br />into a chair, panting heavily. Donald shouted out for his mother, and a <br />few seconds later, a short, plump woman came ambling into the room.<br /><br />"Hey, ma, this is Suzanne, the one I told you about," Donald said, <br />proudly showing off a new social conquest.<br /><br />The woman stared at Suzanne and grinned. As her thick lips pulled back, <br />her bare gums were revealed.<br /><br />"Howdy," she said. "S'cuse me. I weren't expectin' company. Wait a <br />minute. I'll go put my teeth in."<br /><br />Suzanne looked at Donald, and in her mind wondered how such a handsome <br />young boy could have come from such a woman. There was hardly one <br />redeeming physical feature about her. Her hair had obviously not been <br />combed in weeks. The loose dress she wore was covered with food stains, <br />and Suzanne could tell she was not wearing any underwear. Her pendulous <br />breasts swayed in front of her, hanging down almost to her navel, <br />bumping out against the dress with obscene movements. She wore no <br />shoes, and her feet were black. Suzanne repressed a shudder, and <br />thought for a moment of her mother, always so elegantly groomed, so <br />beautifully dressed, so exquisitely well-mannered.<br /><br />"Hey, Ted, you home?" Donald's voice rang out, and a moment later a <br />young man entered the room. "This is my brother, Ted," Donald said. Ted <br />looked down at Suzanne and grinned.<br /><br />"Well, Donald said you wuz something else," he said, his eyes sliding <br />slowly over her. "I'll say you are."<br /><br />Suzanne blushed and laughed. "You're pretty good-looking yourself, <br />Ted," she replied, "but then, so's Donald."<br /><br />"Hey, how about that?" said Ted, moving over, and sitting on the couch <br />next to Suzanne's chair. "Donald says you wanna find out how we live <br />and all that shit."<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "Yes, I'm majoring in sociology. I'm planning a project <br />based on the living conditions of people in this area."<br /><br />Ted laughed coarsely. "Stick around, you'll learn plenty," he said. "We <br />bin here 'bout two years. Me, I'd rather be back in Kentucky. Least we <br />could go rabbit huntin' there. Here all I hunt is girls. There's <br />plenty, too."<br /><br />"That's nice," said Suzanne, momentarily out of her depth. She was <br />uncomfortably aware of Ted's penetrating glances and the sensuous twist <br />of his mouth. He was slightly taller than Donald, and obviously well-<br />built. His arm muscles rippled under his shirt, and his belt wrapped <br />tightly around his slim waist. For a passing flash, Suzanne caught <br />herself glancing at his crotch, which bulged temptingly. But then, she <br />remembered, so did Donald's. And so had Sam's ...<br /><br />"Well, I feel better now, with my teeth in." The woman came through the <br />door and grinned at them. She had made some effort to comb her hair, <br />and her teeth gleamed between her lips. She still looked like a <br />grotesque mockery of motherhood. "You like somethin' to drink, Suzanne? <br />We got some Cokes."<br /><br />"Yes, thank you. That would be nice. I'm a little out of breath from <br />climbing those stairs."<br /><br />"You get used to it," was the calm reply.<br /><br />"You got you a boyfriend?" asked Ted, his eyes still on her breasts.<br /><br />Suzanne laughed. "I'm too busy. I'm a student, remember. I don't have <br />much time for anything but books."<br /><br />"Hell, that ain't no way to live," said Ted. "You got to get out and <br />have a little fun. Maybe you'n me could take in a movie some night."<br /><br />"You shut your goddamn mouth," came the raucous voice from the kitchen. <br />"Don't you go messing round with Suzanne. She ain't your kind of girl, <br />and you know it."<br /><br />Ted grinned and made a face in the direction of the other room. "She <br />don't know nothin'," he said in a low voice. "I go with plenty of <br />chicks. All kinds. You ask Donald."<br /><br />Donald grinned, looking slightly shamefaced. "He's got lots," he said, <br />"but ma don't like him screwing round."<br /><br />"You damn right I don't." Heavy footsteps and the clatter of Coke <br />bottles signaled her return from the kitchen. "Here, Suzanne. Hope you <br />don't mind drinkin' from the bottle. We're kinda short on glasses."<br /><br />"That's fine, thank you," Suzanne said.<br /><br />"Okay, so Donald says you wanna ask some questions. You jest fire <br />away."<br /><br />There was a slight shake to the floor as the woman subsided into a <br />rickety chair. Suzanne reached into her purse and took out a small <br />notepad and a pencil. As she readied herself, she was grimly aware that <br />Ted's eyes were still on her, and his face held a leering, sensuous <br />quality that disturbed her.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />The next day, Suzanne settled down to go over her notes on her first <br />case history. The details amazed her. Donald's mother confessed that <br />she had been married when she was fifteen, and only because she had <br />become pregnant by her husband. She had Ted, and two years later <br />Donald, and then shortly afterwards her husband had been killed in an <br />airplane crash. She received a pension and also assistance from the <br />state. But her income was barely enough to keep body and soul together. <br />She decided to move from Kentucky to Michigan in the hopes of getting <br />employment. Also, she said, the schools would be better for her boys. <br />Unfortunately, her poor educational background precluded her from <br />getting anything but the most menial work, and she felt she would just <br />as soon stay home and subsist on her pension and welfare checks. The <br />boys dropped out of school and earned occasional money as best they <br />could. Ted worked sometimes as a busboy or as a messenger, but he <br />seldom stayed in a job longer than a month.<br /><br />Suzanne promised to see what she could do to get the woman situated in <br />a position that she could handle and which would bring in some more <br />money for her. She seemed grateful, though not overly enthusiastic. She <br />apparently no longer seemed to care, as long as she was able to feed <br />herself and her sons and pay the low-cost housing rental. Suzanne <br />decided that she would make the family her project: try to get the <br />mother situated, and work on the boys to instill some sense of <br />responsibility and ambition in them. She mentioned her plans to her <br />sociology instructor, who listened attentively, then said, "Lotsa <br />luck!"<br /><br />She related this to Yvonne, who laughed loudly. "Little Miss Do-Good," <br />she said cynically. "Just wait till you've talked to a few more <br />families around here. You'll realize you're wasting your time."<br /><br />Suzanne was indignant. "No sincere effort to help others is a waste of <br />time," she retorted. "Maybe all these people really need is to know <br />someone cares about what happens to them."<br /><br />Yvonne became deadly serious. "Look, my girl," she said, "I've lived in <br />this area for seven years. I know these people. They'll take the <br />handout, but they'll never settle down and work. But if you get your <br />kicks, fine, go ahead and try. But don't be too disappointed. And above <br />all, don't leave yourself open for a pass. Those two kids'll probably <br />just as soon screw you as look at you. They've probably been fucking <br />since they were old enough to get a hard-on. I know these Kentucky <br />hillbillies. They'll fuck anything. So watch out, my girl, unless you <br />want to lose that prize virginity of yours."<br /><br />Suzanne remembered Ted's glances at her, and his casual reference to <br />going out. But then, she thought, he wouldn't try anything. He knows <br />I'm not interested. Besides, she reasoned, if they did, she could <br />always scream. She'd read somewhere that nothing scares off a would-be <br />rapist quicker than a woman's screams.<br /><br />She put her notes away and went into the kitchen. She planned to make a <br />quick meal and settle down to studying. She took out a saucepan and <br />filled it with water. As she turned the faucet, she heard a click, and <br />the water continued gushing out even after she had turned the handle <br />off. Impatiently, she walked to the door and down the stairs to Mrs. <br />Sansome's apartment. She knocked, but there was no reply. She went back <br />upstairs, and as she reached the third floor, she saw Donald standing <br />at her door.<br /><br />"Hi," he said, smiling broadly. "You want anything done?"<br /><br />With a sigh of relief, she nodded. "My faucet's leaking," she told him, <br />"and Mrs. Sansome's out."<br /><br />"No problem," he said cheerfully. "Ted's home, and he's done plumbing <br />work. I'll go get him. We'll fix it in a jiffy."<br /><br />He ran down the stairs, and Suzanne walked back into the kitchen and <br />began peeling some potatoes. Within ten minutes, Donald and Ted were <br />back, armed with wrenches and a washer. Ted greeted her affably, and <br />went to work. Within minutes, he had stepped back triumphantly. The <br />faucet had been fixed.<br /><br />"Thank you so much," Suzanne said. "How much do you want? A dollar?"<br /><br />She had learned that almost any chore Donald did was a dollar. Ted <br />nodded.<br /><br />"That'll be fine," he said.<br /><br />Suzanne went to her purse, took out the money and handed it over. As he <br />took the bill, he closed his hand over hers and pulled her to him <br />quickly, kissing her on the lips. Suzanne jerked away, her eyes <br />flashing.<br /><br />"Don't get mad," said Ted lazily, still holding her hand. "Nothin' <br />wrong with a little kiss, now is there?"<br /><br />Suzanne disengaged herself and moved away, her heart beating <br />unnaturally fast.<br /><br />"I think ... I think you'd both better leave now," she said as calmly <br />as she could. "I have to get supper ready, and I have studying to do."<br /><br />Ted laughed and leaned up against the sink.<br /><br />"Maybe you'd like a change tonight," he said. "Like maybe studying <br />something more interesting."<br /><br />He slid his hand down to his crotch and adjusted his genitals, bunching <br />them up suggestively. Donald broke into a giggle.<br /><br />"Ted, thank you for fixing the faucet," Suzanne said, desperately <br />trying to cope with the situation, which she felt was getting <br />completely out of hand. "And now, if you don't mind."<br /><br />Ted walked forward, put his hand around her waist, and pulled her <br />violently to him.<br /><br />"Come on, I'm a good lay. Ask Donald. He's seen me in action."<br /><br />She struggled ineffectually, conscious of a growing tension in her <br />loins and a terrible fear in her heart. She heard Yvonne's words in her <br />mind. "Those two kids'll probably just as soon screw you as look at <br />you." Then she felt Ted's lips on hers, and his tongue pushing into her <br />mouth. She struggled, and her hips felt the pressure of his body with <br />its suggestive bulge between his legs.<br /><br />She managed to break away, and she gasped out a strangled plea. "Ted, <br />please, let me go!"<br /><br />His arms continued holding her, and his eyes narrowed as they glared at <br />her.<br /><br />"I ain't lettin' you go," he drawled. "We're gonna have a little fun, <br />just you, me and Donald."<br /><br />Suzanne felt the tears come splashing down her cheeks.<br /><br />"I ... I'm not that sort of girl," she stammered.<br /><br />Ted laughed loudly.<br /><br />"You mean you don't screw around? All you rich bitches from Grosse <br />Pointe fuck. I know. I've had plenty of 'em. And they always come back <br />for more, because I got what it takes. Here, you feel for yourself."<br /><br />He grabbed her hand and pulled it down between his legs. Her fingers <br />touched the growing hardness there, and she struggled even more.<br /><br />"Donald, please help me," she begged, turning to the younger boy, and <br />then her eyes widened with horror. Donald was standing, his fly open <br />and his erect penis jutting forth, held in his hands which massaged it <br />gently up and down. "Donald!" Her voice rose almost to a scream, and <br />Ted's hand clamped over her mouth in a flash.<br /><br />"Now don't you do anything stupid like screaming," he said <br />threateningly. "You got a real purty face. It wouldn't look too good <br />all beat up now, would it?"<br /><br />Ted began pulling her over to the alcove with the bed.<br /><br />"Come on, baby brother, you know what to do," he said, his voice <br />chuckling evilly, "Start with her skirt. I want to see that nice hairy <br />pussy of hers."<br /><br />Suzanne couldn't believe it was happening. This was a nightmare, she <br />knew. Donald was a nice boy. He wouldn't do anything like that. He <br />couldn't. She stared disbelievingly as Donald came over, his penis <br />jutting from his pants, a long, thick organ that she could hardly <br />believe was possible on such a young boy.<br /><br />Ted held her tightly, and Donald's hands searched for the zipper on the <br />side of her skirt. Her entire body was trembling. She felt him fumble, <br />and then the zipper slid down, and her skirt slipped to the floor.<br /><br />"Wow, look at them legs!"<br /><br />Donald's hands grasped her underwear, and pulled down, and she felt the <br />cool rush of air against her crotch. Ted bent her over backwards, and <br />pulled her down on the bed, still holding one hand over her mouth. He <br />lifted his head to get a better view of her naked thighs and hips. <br />Donald was already kneeling between her legs, staring hard at her, <br />while his hand caressed his penis.<br /><br />"Jeez, that's eatin' stuff. Go at it!"<br /><br />She felt Donald's hands come forward, run up the inside of her thighs <br />and come to rest on her cunt-lips, pulling them open with a sudden <br />movement. She heard him whistle, and then his head came forward and his <br />mouth closed over her mound, his tongue licking her ravenously. She <br />felt his flesh hot upon her own, and the tip of his tongue flicking <br />across her clitoris. A flash of fire went through her loins, and she <br />struggled.<br /><br />"She likes it, don't you, Miss Rich Bitch?" hissed Ted softly. "Well, <br />you're gonna git it, so you may as well quit all this struggling. And <br />one peep outa you, and I'll let you have it, right across the mouth."<br /><br />Suzanne's mind was reeling. She could not believe what was happening to <br />her. Mentally she cried out for Sam, for her parents, for Yvonne, for <br />anyone who might come and rescue her from this terrible predicament. <br />These two vile kids were going to rape her; she knew it, and she knew <br />she was powerless to prevent it.<br /><br />"Okay, you've had a taste," snapped Ted. "Now get her top off. I wanna <br />see those tits."<br /><br />Donald raised up, and after a few seconds manipulating the buttons on <br />her blouse, he pulled her blouse away, and then undid her bra. As her <br />things fell away, her breasts lay exposed to their lecherous eyes.<br /><br />"Oh, wow, that's what I call tits!" Ted's voice was filled with <br />admiration and lust. "Now you settle down, and remember, one peep, and <br />you're gonna be sorry."<br /><br />He released her, and swung around, his mouth closing over her left <br />breast. Donald came forward and began sucking on her right nipple, <br />while his hand pushed into her crotch and his finger began playing with <br />her wet, warm pussy.<br /><br />She stared down at the two young men, conscious of the waves of sensual <br />desire that were flooding her body. She had never in her life <br />experienced such sensations. From the fingers in her crotch to the lips <br />on her breasts, electric tingles were coursing through her, and she <br />felt the depths of her vagina responding, a tumultuous wave of erotic <br />desire, and over it all an all-consuming fear that made her tremble <br />from head to toe.<br /><br />Ted raised up and fumbled with his fly. A moment later, his own massive <br />organ sprang into view, and Suzanne gasped audibly. It was even thicker <br />and longer than Donald's, with a large, flat dark red head pushing <br />through the folds of foreskin, angrily pointing at her. Ted laughed <br />softly.<br /><br />"Told you I had what it takes," he said, "Go down and say hello to him. <br />He won't bite you, but he'll sure spit in your eye if you kiss him <br />right."<br /><br />His hand came behind her neck, and pulled her down. She felt the end of <br />his penis touch her lips, and a wave of nausea wracked her. She <br />struggled, and felt the warm organ slide between her lips and into her <br />mouth.<br /><br />"Suck it, you bitch, suck it!"<br /><br />In sheer desperation, she began rubbing her tongue along the underside <br />of his shaft, tasting for the first time the musky firmness of his sex <br />and the sensuousness of the skin around his rod. He began humping, and <br />she felt it slide in and out, ramming all the way into her throat and <br />then out again.<br /><br />Oh, God, she thought to herself, how long does this go on? Why can't <br />they leave me alone instead of making me do all these obscene things, <br />and then ... would they want more?<br /><br />Would they want to take her virginity?<br /><br />Suzanne tried hard not to burst into hysterical tears, but merely kept <br />on sucking at the massive organ that was being pounded into her mouth <br />with mounting speed and firmness. She heard Ted begin to moan, and his <br />hands came around the back of her neck, holding her in position.<br /><br />"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," he cried out, and she was conscious <br />of his fingers digging into her neck while his penis seemed to flex and <br />grow thicker as he rammed it into her throat, almost choking her. It <br />seemed to pulsate, to throb even more as it was driven quicker and <br />quicker in and out of her mouth, sliding between her lips like a fiery <br />lollipop, almost too big for her to lick comfortably. Then he cried <br />out, "Here she comes, oh, suck it, you cunt, suck it good. Oh, <br />woweeeee, shoot, shoot, shoot, you big dick, shoot into this cunt. Give <br />it to her, baby." And then, with a flood, he ejaculated into her mouth. <br />Suzanne tasted the hot, sweet-salty semen spurting forth from the wide <br />end of his rod, and automatically she gulped and swallowed the thick, <br />warm fluid that kept on coming, load after load, while his hands held <br />her head and his fingernails sank into her skin. Vaguely she heard <br />Donald's excited giggling mingled with Ted's orgasmic groans of <br />pleasure.<br /><br />Then, mercifully, it was over. She felt his penis soften and slowly <br />withdraw. His hands released her head, and he lifted himself off and <br />sat down on the bed, still breathing heavily, and grinning at her.<br /><br />"For a rich bitch, you do pretty good," he said grudgingly. "That sure <br />felt good. Okay, baby brother, your turn."<br /><br />Suzanne's eyes opened wide again as she stared at Donald, his penis <br />still projecting menacingly from his pants.<br /><br />"Go on, suck him off, too, you cunt," snapped Ted. "He wants a little."<br /><br />Before she could voice her protests, Donald had straddled her chest and <br />pushed his penis towards her mouth. Again she felt the firmness of male <br />flesh in her mouth, and she began sucking. Donald began groaning <br />immediately, and moving his hips, thrusting his firm organ rapidly in <br />and out of her. She realized he was not as large as his brother, for <br />which she was thankful. At least it was easier to cope with, and <br />subconsciously she knew he was almost at the peak of excitement. She <br />brought her hands up and began fondling his testicles, pulling on them <br />gently, her fingernails trailing through his pubic hair.<br /><br />"Oh, oh, oh," he moaned. "Jeez, that's good. Oh, take it, take it all."<br /><br />Then with a convulsive shudder, she felt him push his organ deep into <br />her throat and hold it there as it throbbed and flexed, shooting his <br />seed into her while she gulped and swallowed.<br /><br />He went soft almost at once, and withdrew, climbing off her and lying <br />down on the bed, panting, and saying how wonderful it had been. She <br />heard Ted laugh softly, and then his hand was in her crotch, his <br />fingers probing greedily into her dripping canal.<br /><br />"Okay, bitch, you ready for some real action now?"<br /><br />She stared at him wordlessly; she felt defiled, degraded, with her <br />mouth still tasting of the hot come and her body aching from the effort <br />and the weight of their bodies on her. She looked down and saw that <br />Ted's penis was hard once again, its slick surface gleaming from the <br />saliva that still clung to it. He had pulled the foreskin all the way <br />back, exposing the wide, red head which shone angrily like a cobra <br />ready to strike.<br /><br />"Spread your legs, baby, poppa's coming in for a landing!"<br /><br />Ted crawled over, and just as he positioned himself between her thighs, <br />Suzanne became suddenly galvanized into action. She raised up from the <br />bed, trying desperately to scramble away.<br /><br />"Oh, no, you don't," snapped Ted, pushing her back. "You grab her, <br />Donald. Hold this bitch while I fuck her."<br /><br />Donald quickly tied her ankles to the bedpost, using her stockings, <br />then moved above her head, his knees pinning her shoulders to the bed <br />and his hands holding her head.<br /><br />"Please ... please ... not that, please not that. I've never done that <br />before. Oh, please, Ted ... Donald ... I'll do anything, but not that."<br /><br />They both stared at her, their faces disbelieving.<br /><br />"Whaddya mean, you ain't done that before?" rasped Ted, his face <br />sneering down at her. "You ain't cherry, is you?"<br /><br />She nodded. "Yes, yes. I've never done that with anyone."<br /><br />Ted looked at Donald, and they both burst into loud contemptuous <br />laughter.<br /><br />"Now I've heard it all," said Ted. "This bitch comes from Grosse Pointe <br />and she says she's cherry. Shit, baby, the chicks I know from Grosse <br />Pointe start fucking when they're six or seven. Don't hand me that <br />shit."<br /><br />He leaned forward, lowering his erect penis between her legs and <br />sliding it slowly up towards her vagina. Suzanne felt the tears start <br />again, and she sobbed uncontrollably. Across her mind flashed an image <br />of Sam, lying next to her, and she knew it could never happen; she <br />would never go to her wedding night a pure virgin. It was happening <br />now, and with someone who was coarse, rough, and didn't care for her at <br />all as a person; to him she was just a sex object. There was no love <br />involved, and to her sex without love was meaningless. Oh, Sam, Sam ...<br /><br />She felt the end of his penis push aside her vulva, and penetrate. She <br />felt the wide, slick surface brush against her clitoris, and she cried <br />out, her body convulsing with the rising tide of her own sexual <br />response. Then she felt a sharp pain, and he stopped thrusting, pausing <br />a moment; then with a vicious jab, he broke through and his entire <br />length slid into her. The exquisite feel of his enormous organ within <br />her vagina overcame the pain she felt, and as he began moving his hips, <br />withdrawing, then plunging back in again, she found her own body <br />joining his in a smooth rhythm. Ted moaned, and heard him speak.<br /><br />"Oh, yes, baby, yes. She's gettin' with it, Donald, she's gettin' with <br />it."<br /><br />Donald was kneeling on the floor, his head level with the bed, his eyes <br />glued on the sight of his brother's penis entering her dripping crack, <br />ramming home so hard that his balls slapped against her bare buttocks <br />every time.<br /><br />Suzanne found her arms going around Ted's back, clawing at his shirt, <br />digging into his flesh beneath. Her breath became deeper and louder; <br />she realized she was no longer crying, but moaning with sublime <br />ecstasy. The moment she had waited so long for had finally happened, <br />and it was better than she had dreamed it would be; more wonderful than <br />her wildest imagination had told her; more stimulating than her <br />momentary masturbation had ever been. She finally had a big cock in <br />her, and she was riding it, taking it all the way up to the hilt, and <br />feeling it probe her depths. Despite her feeling of degradation, she <br />wanted to scream to the rooftops: "Look, I'm fucking. At last, I'm <br />fucking!" She wanted her mother to walk in at that second so she could <br />cry out, "Look, mother, I'm doing it and it's wonderful. He's got the <br />biggest dick in the world and I'm getting fucked by it!"<br /><br />She moved her hips faster and faster to match his growing excitement, <br />and then she heard him grunt and ram his rod deep into her and hold it <br />there. His body shuddered and she felt the warm rush of his come within <br />her, discharging into her and running down between her legs. Then her <br />own insides convulsed, and she cried out as she felt wave after wave of <br />supreme delight wash through her, and she felt herself being lifted, <br />like she was floating on clouds, drifting high above the bed, suspended <br />on the end of his magnificent cock that was buried deep inside her.<br /><br />"You're a good fuck, baby, I'll say that."<br /><br />His words brought her back to earth with a rush, and she felt him roll <br />off her, his penis withdrawing from her. He knelt between her fettered <br />legs, and stared down at her.<br /><br />"Jesus, you really were cherry!"<br /><br />Ted's eyes widened as he saw the telltale bloodstains on the bed and <br />the smears around her pubic area. He frowned down at her, and <br />fumblingly untied her.<br /><br />"How come? How come you wuz cherry?"<br /><br />"Because I was, that's why," Suzanne replied, her voice quavering with <br />the sudden return to reality and the horror she felt within her. "I <br />told you ... I told you ..." And then the tears cascaded down her <br />cheeks, and she rolled over on her stomach, sobbing loudly and almost <br />out of control.<br /><br />She felt the bed move as Ted got up, and there was the rustle of <br />clothing as he and Donald zipped themselves up.<br /><br />"Hey."<br /><br />She heard his voice, but she remained face down. Then she felt his hand <br />on her shoulder, pulling her over. His face glowered down at her.<br /><br />"We're gettin' out of here, but you'd better not say anything about <br />what's happened, you hear?"<br /><br />She stared mutely up at him, biting her lips.<br /><br />"One word out of you, and I'll call your ma and pa up and tell them <br />you've been putting out, you understand? So you keep your goddamn mouth <br />shut."<br /><br />He straightened up, and she looked dumbly at him and Donald as they <br />moved towards the door. They paused and looked back at her. Ted grinned <br />evilly.<br /><br />"You're a good lay," he said grudgingly. "Good enough for a second <br />helping. So maybe we'll be back."<br /><br />He opened the door and they left, slamming the door behind them. As <br />their footsteps clattered down the stairs, Suzanne rolled over and <br />buried her face in the pillow and her body shook with sobs. Slowly she <br />subsided, and was conscious of the chill on her skin. Slowly she eased <br />off the bed and walked into the bathroom. For a moment, she stared at <br />herself in the mirror, at the swollen lips, her red-rimmed eyes, the <br />finger marks on her breasts, and the red smears around her vagina.<br /><br />Almost mechanically, she reached for the faucets and let the hot, <br />steaming water run into the tub, and after adjusting the temperature, <br />she slowly lowered her aching body into the warm depths. She stretched <br />out and closed her eyes. Oh, God, she thought, I pray I don't get <br />pregnant. Please, God, don't let me be pregnant.<br /><br />In the dim recesses of her mind, she heard the voice of her sociology <br />instructor: "Lotsa luck!"<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br /><br />Slowly Suzanne opened her eyes and gazed around her bedroom. She <br />stretched her arms above her head and yawned. The early morning light <br />filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow around her. For a <br />split second she began to smile, looking forward to another day; then <br />the memory of the experiences with Donald and Ted came flooding back, <br />swamping out the happy anticipation and replacing it with a tide of <br />renewed horror.<br /><br />With great care, she lowered her hands to her crotch and felt her <br />mound, probing inside with her fingers where the still-tender folds of <br />flesh told her it had not been a dream. Her finger touched her <br />clitoris, and a hot sea of sensuality swept over her, reminding her of <br />Ted's penis as it penetrated her. She touched her clitoris again, and <br />once more the feeling gushed through her loins. She really wasn't hurt, <br />she told herself.<br /><br />With a sigh, she relaxed, letting her fingers coax her sexuality into a <br />rising wave of ecstasy. Slowly she gripped the shaft of her clitoris, <br />massaging the end with her fingers while her passions rose, and she <br />began moving her hips slowly, her mind filled with the memory of Ted's <br />swollen organ plunging in and out of her vagina.<br /><br />With her other hand she caressed her stomach, sliding up to her breasts <br />and tweaking the nipples gently, bringing them to a state of erection, <br />their hard little nubs so sensitive as her fingers brushed over them. <br />She drew saliva from her mouth and rubbed around her nipples, making <br />them slick and reminding her of the hungry mouth that had enclosed them <br />and the ravenous tongue that flicked back and forth, exciting her <br />beyond words.<br /><br />In her mind she recalled the heavy breathing, the excited hiss of his <br />words as he muttered obscene comments on their union, and with each <br />"Fuck me, fuck me," she found her loins quivering with additional <br />eroticism as her finger rubbed quicker and quicker around her clitoris. <br />Her hips were moving faster now up and down, just the way they had when <br />she finally began getting with it and knew that Ted's massive phallus <br />was the first thing that had really brought her knowledge of true <br />satisfaction, a mind-blasting experience that shattered all her <br />previous ideas of ultimate ecstasy. Yes, she thought, it is good, this <br />is what I've always wanted; I've wanted to be taken, to be ravished, to <br />feel a man on top of me, doing whatever he wanted with my body, giving <br />himself all the sensations he could get from her hot, snapping cunt <br />that clung greedily around that magnificent shaft as it slid into her, <br />fitting so perfectly all the way into her vagina, its flat, wide head <br />titillating the opening of her womb.<br /><br />Her fingers pinched harder at her nipples, and her fingers pushed <br />deeper into her canal, and in her mind it was Ted's organ there, <br />propelling her faster and faster towards her own climax. She felt her <br />insides begin to convulse, and her body was no longer heaving but <br />trembling, shaking from head to toe, and she stifled the urge to scream <br />out at the top of her voice, "Fuck me, you big-cocked stud, give it all <br />to me, every goddamn inch of that big thick wonderful thing, jam it <br />right up my cunt as far as you can and shoot your jism into me!"<br /><br />She saw Ted's face above hers, and heard once more the giggling of his <br />brother, his face glued between her legs, watching every movement while <br />his hand manipulated his own throbbing cock. She could almost swear she <br />could smell his earthy, male odor around her, filling her nostrils with <br />extra stimulation. Then she felt her vagina quiver with its final <br />orgasm, and her finger seized her clitoris as her other hand squeezed <br />her breast and she felt her juices flowing and she cried out softly, <br />moaning and twisting on the bed as she felt herself being lifted high <br />up on a cloud of heavenly ecstasy. Then, just as she felt she had <br />reached the peak of her climax, she heard a voice, "Suzanne ... please <br />... please ..." and in her mind she saw the outline of a penis in the <br />dim moonlight, and it was Sam's voice ringing in her brain. Her mouth <br />opened and she screamed out, "Sam ... Sam." Then all images disappeared <br />from her imagination, and she opened her eyes to see the sun streaming <br />through the venetian blinds, striping the carpet with a bright glare. <br />She withdrew her hand from beneath the sheet and stared at her fingers, <br />still slick with the juices from her vagina. With a shudder she threw <br />back the covers and walked quickly to the bathroom, turning on the <br />shower and stepping into the stinging spray even before it had warmed <br />up. She closed her eyes and stood, her skin flinching beneath the <br />chilly stream, and only opened her eyes again as the warm water began. <br />In the distance she heard the clatter of heels on the stairs, and from <br />below on the street the scream of tires mingled with the blast from a <br />car horn. As she stepped out of the shower and began toweling herself, <br />she bit her lip and once again pictured Sam's face before her. "Oh, <br />Sam," she whispered, "Where are you, where are you?"<br /><br /><a href="http://o0deier2itocvsjm5.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/26/160/1603089837.jpg"></a> * * *<br /><br />Suzanne found it difficult to concentrate on her classes that day. <br />Mechanically she went through the motions of greeting her friends, of <br />taking notes, of listening to her instructors, and eating a steerburger <br />and a Coke at Verne's for lunch. Yvonne was in the bar, playing pool <br />with Jeff, a young medical student whose youth and virile appeal had <br />given him quite a reputation around town as being a ladies' man. <br />Suzanne watched them both as they pranced around the pool table, Jeff <br />exhibiting a boyish enthusiasm for his prowess and Yvonne doing her <br />best Bette Davis impersonation as she studied each shot before lowering <br />her practiced eye to the pool cue and sent the ball lazily across the <br />green felt. Suzanne watched, thinking how their way of playing matched <br />their personalities. Jeff took a few seconds to decide, then shot fast <br />and hard, and usually made the pocket he aimed for; he probably picked <br />his sleeping partners the same way, Suzanne thought. Yvonne took her <br />time, considered all the angles, and then played slow and safe, her <br />ball usually trickling across the table and dropping in the pocket <br />almost as its momentum ran out. But then Yvonne was probably quite a <br />bit older than Jeff; or would it be better to say Jeff was quite a bit <br />younger than Yvonne? What difference did it make? It's not the age of <br />your men, Yvonne had said once, but how well they can age you. Suzanne <br />wondered how many years Jeff had put on Yvonne since they had met. She <br />knew they had been going together, at least that's what the campus <br />gossip had said. But then Jeff went with just about anyone; rumor had <br />it he had donated his penis to the Smithsonian Institute upon his death <br />to be enshrined as a national monument. After all, there were still <br />quite a number who hadn't seen it, let alone had the pleasure of its <br />company. Penis ... cock ... Suzanne shook her head and tried to finish <br />her steerburger, but found herself chewing without enjoyment; tasting <br />without taste. She pushed the plate away in disgust, staring at the <br />meat between the bun and again remembering another piece of meat she <br />had chewed on, a hard, throbbing member with a broad flat head, and <br />again Ted's obscene words rang in her ears.<br /><br />Yvonne's husky guffaw echoed through the bar, and Jeff threw the pool <br />cue on the floor. His explosive "Shit!" caused several customers to <br />turn, look and grin. The regulars at Verne's were well used to Yvonne's <br />prowess at the pool table; her feigned concentration and naive approach <br />concealed a pool shark from way back. She picked up her glass of beer <br />and sashayed up to Suzanne.<br /><br />"Well, darling, did you see, did you see?" she gloated, and then as <br />Jeff walked up behind her, his handsome face frowning, she added, <br />"You're really not mad at me, are you, baby?"<br /><br />Jeff grinned at Suzanne, and slumped into a chair, sucking his teeth. <br />"Mad? At you?" He grunted, and winked at Suzanne. "It'll take more than <br />a pool game to get me mad."<br /><br />Yvonne laughed loudly again, drained her glass, and rummaged in her <br />oversized purse for a cigarette.<br /><br />"Well, you two be good," she said. "I have to run. See you later."<br /><br />Suzanne sat, toying with her glass of Coke, conscious that Jeff's eyes <br />were fastened on her. Finally she looked at him almost defiantly.<br /><br />"Well?"<br /><br />"Well, what?" he countered.<br /><br />"I know you've been staring at me."<br /><br />"Sure. I always stare at groovy chicks." <br /><br />Suzanne flushed.<br /><br />"I am not a groovy chick," she snapped, sorry for her words the moment <br />she uttered them; she knew she sounded pompous and puritanical.<br /><br />Jeff laughed and stood up.<br /><br />"You said it," he murmured, and wandered off back into the pool table <br />area of the bar.<br /><br />Suzanne bit her lip and wanted to burst into tears. She knew how <br />idiotic she must have sounded; but she couldn't help it. She was <br />conscious of his sexuality across the table; she was aware of his <br />reputation, and something in her responded. She knew that she wanted <br />him, she wanted to find out if those rumors about his penis size were <br />true, she wanted him to fuck her. Fuck ... Fuck ... yes, she wanted <br />that. She wanted him to ...<br /><br />With a toss of her head, she rose and made her way quickly out of the <br />bar, knowing that if she stayed she might either burst into tears or <br />spend the afternoon, get drunk and go home with Jeff and ...<br /><br />Her mind was a mixture of frustration and self-loathing as she walked <br />up Woodward Avenue and turned down Forest Avenue to the campus, <br />suddenly realizing that unless she hurried she would be late for her <br />sociology class. Damn. What was wrong with her today? She knew what was <br />wrong, and the slight tenderness in her crotch reminded her with every <br />step she took. Oh, God, what if those little bastards came back?<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />She sat through class hardly hearing a word, her mind filled with the <br />memory of the night before. Ted's words again rang in her ears: "You're <br />a good lay. Good enough for a second helping." Did he mean that, or was <br />he just trying to scare her? She finally decided he was only trying to <br />frighten her enough to keep her mouth shut; obviously they wouldn't be <br />back. It had been one of those rare opportunities, and even they would <br />realize that she wouldn't even open the door to them again. So it was <br />just an experience; and even though her ravenous mounting sexuality <br />kept hinting that it had been wonderful, that she had felt it was <br />something she would want again and again, she deeply regretted that it <br />hadn't been Sam who bad been the first. She had always wanted to go to <br />her marriage bed a virgin; now it was impossible. She'd have to make up <br />some story for Sam; maybe she could tell him she'd done a lot of <br />horseback riding and broken her hymen that way. Or maybe at gym class, <br />or riding a bicycle. No, he'd never believe that. Or would he? She knew <br />Sam loved her; at least, she felt he did. Oh, please, let him love me. <br />I need him so much. Sam ... Sam ...<br /><br />"Suzanne, is something wrong?"<br /><br />She looked up to see her instructor standing next to her, a look of <br />concern on his kindly face. She started, and then realized the class <br />was empty, and she had been sitting there, tears streaming down her <br />face, unaware that the others had left. Embarrassedly she wiped her <br />cheeks, tried to smile, and stumbled to her feet.<br /><br />"No, no, nothing," she said quietly. "I'm all right. Honest. I was just <br />..." She paused, and then fled from the room.<br /><br />She hurried back to the apartment, and climbed the stairs with her <br />pulse racing. She knew Donald and Ted would be waiting outside her <br />door; she knew it. She stared as she turned the top of the stairs and <br />saw the empty hallway. With a sigh of relief, she unlocked the door, <br />entered, and locked it behind her; then she collapsed into a chair and <br />sobbed for ten minutes.<br /><br />She finally composed herself, went to the bathroom and washed her face. <br />She stared at herself in the mirror and tried to smile. She was being <br />ridiculous, she knew; nothing could change what had happened, and she <br />was just thankful that she had not suffered any grievous harm. She <br />remembered reading of rape cases where the woman was beaten, her face <br />scarred and her body slashed; at least all they did was have their way <br />sexually, and looking back, she knew it hadn't been as bad as she had <br />thought at the time. She knew she had enjoyed it, really and truly <br />enjoyed the act; but then she knew that was only normal. After all, <br />what girl wouldn't enjoy having intercourse with a young man as well <br />endowed as Ted? Any young man, for that matter.<br /><br />She patted her face dry, put on some lipstick, combed her hair, and <br />decided that she was feeling much better. She went into the living <br />room, got out her notes, and began studying.<br /><br />She had her writings about the family she had been studying, Donald's <br />family, Ted's family; oh, God, how could she possibly continue on that <br />subject? Every time she thought about it, she would remember. Maybe the <br />best thing would be to destroy that project and start another. There <br />were plenty of families in the area that she could investigate without <br />being plagued with unpleasant memories.<br /><br />She was just about to rip the pages into pieces and put them in the <br />wastebasket when she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and her <br />heart jumped. She knew those footsteps; they had the youthful ring of a <br />young boy, and she knew it could only be Donald. Petrified, she froze <br />at the desk, waiting.<br /><br />The footsteps grew louder, and then stopped outside her door. A second <br />later, the gentle knock sounded like a thunderclap to her ears. She <br />dropped her pencil and whirled around in her chair, facing the door. <br />Her heart was beating unnaturally loud, and her hands began to tremble. <br />She knew if she remained quiet, he would probably go away; but what if <br />he had been watching the building and had seen her come in? What if he <br />knew she was there? He might continue banging on her door and there <br />might be a scene, and he might say something which ... Oh, God.<br /><br />"Who is it?" Her voice was nervous and quavering.<br /><br />There was a second of silence, and then she heard Donald's voice.<br /><br />"It's me, Donald. I want to talk to you."<br /><br />"Go away."<br /><br />"Please, Suzanne. I have to talk to you. It's important."<br /><br />What on earth could there be so important to this boy? She knew it was <br />a trick to get her to open the door.<br /><br />"Donald, you go away and leave me alone or I'll call the police."<br /><br />She heard him laugh softly.<br /><br />"You wouldn't do that; you know that. Come on, I mean it, Suzanne. I <br />got something to tell you."<br /><br />She rose from the desk and walked over to the door, pausing a moment, <br />her handle on the knob. She could hear his heavy breathing on the other <br />side.<br /><br />"What is it? You can tell me from there."<br /><br />"No, I want to come in and talk to you. I want to tell you how sorry I <br />am about what happened."<br /><br />There was a note of contrition in his voice, and she pictured his <br />fresh, youthful face, his large innocent eyes. Maybe he did want to <br />talk; maybe he was sorry.<br /><br />"All right, Donald, but if there's any trouble, I'm going to call the <br />police. I mean it."<br /><br />There was a click as she unlocked the door, turned the handle and <br />pulled. Donald was standing outside, and as their eyes met, she saw <br />that he must be sorry; there was an expression of abject sorrow on his <br />young face.<br /><br />"Come in."<br /><br />Slowly he walked in; she shut the door, and stood staring at him, <br />somewhat defiantly. He shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly, <br />and grinned at her.<br /><br />"Well, what do you want to talk about, Donald?"<br /><br />He moved over to the couch and looked at her.<br /><br />"You mind if I sit down?"<br /><br />She shook her head and walked over to the large chair and slowly sat <br />down, staring at him curiously.<br /><br />"I want to say I'm sorry about yesterday," Donald began, looking down <br />at the floor, and playing with his hands. "It was Ted, you know that, <br />don't you? He's a real horny one, and once he gets going, nothing stops <br />him."<br /><br />Suzanne sniffed. "Obviously you've been with him before when he's ..." <br />She paused, not wanting to say the words.<br /><br />He nodded. "Sure. We've screwed girls together before, but he always <br />starts it. He's been around longer'n I have, and I really don't think <br />about it as much as he does. He told me that's all he likes to do: fuck <br />girls. I guess he does it every day."<br /><br />"And what about you?"<br /><br />Donald grinned. "I do it now and then, when I can."<br /><br />"When you can," Suzanne repeated the words, her voice dripping sarcasm. <br />"Why don't you admit you screw around just as much as your brother? <br />I've heard stories, and I think they're true. All you kids in this <br />neighborhood do is screw. No wonder there are so many little bastards <br />running around."<br /><br />She amazed herself at the venom in her voice. But she felt if she <br />showed him she was still angry, he might not try anything; or did she <br />really want him to try something again?<br /><br />Donald looked up at her and smiled.<br /><br />"I know you're mad, and I don't blame you. But I did want you to know I <br />still like you a lot, and I'm sorry. Can we still be friends? Can I <br />still come up and help you sometimes?"<br /><br />Suzanne's eyes widened.<br /><br />"Still be friends? What do you mean? You're goddamn lucky I haven't <br />called the police and had you and you brother thrown in jail. No, <br />Donald, I think you'd better leave now, and don't bother to come back."<br /><br />Donald's eyebrows rose slightly, and his mouth curled into a sneer.<br /><br />"Don't be that way, Suzanne. I said I was sorry."<br /><br />"Well, saying you're sorry doesn't help any. And I know if you keep <br />coming around, maybe your brother will, too, and then ..." Suzanne's <br />words trailed off, and she became conscious of Donald's gaze, shifting <br />from her face down to her breasts and over her body. She could sense <br />the aura of desire in his manner, and she recognized the look on his <br />face. "Donald, I mean it. I want you to go now."<br /><br />His eyes came back and fastened on hers, very steadily. It was a most <br />mature look for a young boy, and a very knowing look.<br /><br />"You don't want me to go, you know that, Suzanne. And I don't want to. <br />I want to stay here with you." He rose quickly and came across, <br />kneeling in front of her, and staring up at her earnestly. "Please, <br />Suzanne, I like you a lot, I really do. I don't want you to think I'm <br />real bad or anything." He put out his hand and touched hers.<br /><br />Suzanne felt a prickle of apprehension, but at the same time she felt a <br />demanding warmth flood her groin. The boy's closeness, his sexuality, <br />his earnestness, all combined to arouse her and bring back the memory <br />of the day before, not with shame or fear, but with perverse desire. <br />She remembered his penis, jutting out from his pants, almost as large <br />as his brother's.<br /><br />"Donald." Her voice was weak, and she began trembling. "Donald, please <br />go. Now."<br /><br />His hand gripped hers more strongly, and his other hand came up on her <br />knee.<br /><br />"Suzanne, I don't want to go. Please let me stay here."<br /><br />With a sudden movement, he raised up, brought his head forward, and <br />kissed her on the lips before she could move away. The softness of his <br />skin against hers, his male animal smell, his forceful approach, all <br />this and much more swept the final vestige of resistance away. She <br />didn't have to say anything; the boy knew.<br /><br />Still on his knees, he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her <br />to him, embracing her and kissing her passionately, his tongue forcing <br />itself between her lips. She felt the sensuous warmth of his chest <br />against her breasts and his hands gripping her tightly. His mouth <br />rubbed back and forth over her own, and she felt her passions rising to <br />fever pitch. Desperately, she broke away.<br /><br />"No, Donald, no. This is ridiculous."<br /><br />He looked at her for a moment, his mouth quivering.<br /><br />"Ridiculous? Ain't nothin' ridiculous about me wanting you. I want some <br />of the same stuff Ted got yesterday." His eyes flamed, and he bent his <br />head down to hers, forcing his mouth against her lips and pushing her <br />head back violently while his hands held her tightly. Suzanne felt a <br />wave of nausea rise, to be quickly replaced by her bubbling desire, the <br />slow surge of wetness in her vagina and the trembling in her loins. Oh, <br />God, it was going to happen again; she mustn't let it. She mustn't. But <br />stronger than that, her sexuality screamed out: Yes, yes, I want it, I <br />want this boy with his strong, pulsating cock pushed right up into me. <br />I want it.<br /><br />Desperately she beat on his back with her fists, and then realized how <br />strong he was. His muscular arms held her firmly, and his chest was <br />pushing against her breasts, rubbing her nipples into hardness. Finally <br />he released her and stared into her eyes with a mixture of warmth and <br />defiance.<br /><br />"Okay, who's kidding who?" he said softly, taking her hand and pulling <br />it down to his crotch where his rising hardness told her he was almost <br />ready; and within her heart, she knew she was never more ready.<br /><br />His fingers caressed her breast, and she sat immobile, hardly believing <br />what was happening, and numbly aware that her own desires were <br />screaming out for the same thing he was after.<br /><br />"You gonna get undressed so we can do it proper?"<br /><br />The impact of his words brought her plummeting back to reality. She <br />stared at him for a second, and then quickly pushed him backwards and <br />rose to her feet, making a rush for the front door. Her hand was on the <br />handle when she felt his fingers close around her ankle and jerk her <br />backwards viciously. She tripped and fell, breaking her fall with her <br />arm. A stab of pain shot through her, and she whimpered.<br /><br />He was on top of her in a flash, and his weight pinned her down. His <br />mouth began biting her neck and her ears while his hips ground his <br />hardening sex into her. Through their clothes she could feel its <br />demanding pressure against her vulva.<br /><br />"Donald, please, please, oh, God, no, not again."<br /><br />He laughed softly and then rolled off her, staring into her eyes with <br />an expression which she took to be a marginal glimmer of tenderness.<br /><br />"You know you want it, baby, just like I do. Quit horsing around. We <br />don't have time for all that shit."<br /><br />"What do you mean, we don't have time?"<br /><br />There was something in his tone that made her instantly suspicious.<br /><br />"We don't have time. I have to get home."<br /><br />"Well, go, then. Go now, and leave me alone."<br /><br />His hand shot out and slid up the inside of her thigh, and his fingers <br />poked through her underwear into her canal. Electric tingles suffused <br />her body, and she shuddered.<br /><br />The next moment, his hands had seized her panties, and with a strong <br />tug he had pulled them down from her waist, and she felt the air fan <br />against her naked crotch. His other hand fumbled with his fly, and the <br />noise of his zipper sounded like trumpets of doom. As if in a <br />nightmare, Suzanne watched as his sex sprang out of his pants, thick, <br />throbbing and ready for action.<br /><br />"Okay, baby, spread those legs. I'm coming in."<br /><br />His weight pinned her to the floor, and she gasped as his chest pressed <br />hard against her breasts, and she felt the warm rod of his organ push <br />between her legs, sliding up towards its goal.<br /><br />Her arms tried to beat against him, but the rising strength of her own <br />desires sapped her energy. Helplessly she relaxed as she felt the end <br />of his penis touch her, penetrate and then slide all the way into her <br />vagina. He sucked his breath in and moaned.<br /><br />"Oooh, good pussy," he said softly. "Now start gettin' with it, bitch. <br />You're gonna fuck."<br /><br />He began moving his hips, driving his organ in and out of her <br />violently, and with each thrust she felt her clitoris tingle and her <br />loins respond. Almost automatically she began undulating her hips, <br />gripping his shaft as it entered her, feeling its thickness send chills <br />of delight all the way through her body. As his broad head hit bottom, <br />she felt it at the opening to her womb. He fit absolutely perfectly; <br />they blended their bodies and everything was right.<br /><br />"Yes, yes," Suzanne heard herself crying out, "yes, give it to me; give <br />me all you've got, you wonderful sexy boy. Fuck me. Fuck me."<br /><br />Her hands clawed at his back, tearing at his thin shirt and leaving <br />trails across his white skin. His mouth was chewing at her neck, his <br />tongue licking across her, sending more erotic thrills through her. <br />Hardly conscious of what she was doing, she undid her blouse and pulled <br />her bra down, letting her breasts flop out.<br /><br />"Suck them, suck them," she moaned. "Bite them."<br /><br />Donald needed no urging. His rough sexuality guided him. His teeth <br />closed around the end of one nipple, biting, and Suzanne felt the stab <br />of pain blended with exquisite pleasure.<br /><br />"More, more," she cried out, and she heard a suppressed giggle from him <br />as he responded. Vaguely she heard the tearing of cloth, and then <br />looked down to see that his hands had ripped off her blouse, her bra, <br />her skirt. The thin material had given way beneath his muscular arms, <br />and she was lying naked under him, her breasts flopping from side to <br />side with each movement of her body, and her crotch pinned by his <br />penis, thrusting in and out with sublime regularity. She stared down. <br />He had raised himself up on his arms, and was looking at his penis as <br />it entered and withdrew. It was a beautiful organ, she thought; not as <br />thick as Ted's, but prettier. It was smooth and white, without any <br />veins, just a solid shaft that was slick and erotic looking, sliding in <br />and out of her oozing, slippery cunt. For a split second, she realized <br />that she had more hair in her bush than he had around his organ. Oh, <br />the infinite appeal of that young, lithe body with its large cock <br />fucking her!<br /><br />"More, more," she cried out, lifting her legs and wrapping them around <br />his waist, allowing him deeper penetration. His forehead was beaded <br />with sweat, and she noticed his male musky odor had grown stronger. She <br />made a passing mental note to record in her research that the poorer <br />classes do not use deodorants. So much the better, she thought evilly; <br />that smell excited her to an even greater degree. She felt she was <br />being ravished by some animal, a primitive male, without regard for <br />anything but the sex.<br /><br />"Fuck, fuck," she whispered, almost to herself, and Donald grunted in <br />response as he continued sucking and chewing on her breasts, his body <br />once more lying atop her own, their hips moving together in sensuous <br />rhythm, each gaining the most from the act.<br /><br />Suzanne felt her vagina tingling, heating up; she felt hotter than she <br />had ever felt before, and deep within her she felt the rise of her <br />final massive convulsion that told her she was about to experience her <br />first climax. Her hands clawed his back with greater intensity, and she <br />began moaning loudly.<br /><br />Then with a flash of light in her eyes she tightened around his shaft, <br />gripping it within her. He groaned and wriggled, and then she felt his <br />prick expand, and within the warm rush of his seed blended with her own <br />juices.<br /><br />"Jeez, I'm there, I'm there," he cried out.<br /><br />"Come, come."<br /><br />Her body seemed to lift off the floor; she was no longer aware of the <br />hard surface that had been rubbing against her back. She was no longer <br />conscious of where she was, what was happening. She only knew the <br />consummate ecstasy that spread through every part of her body, her own <br />orgasm blending with that of the boy whose hard spurting prick inside <br />her was giving him the same ultimate thrill that she experienced. <br />Slowly their bodies subsided, and they lay together on the floor. <br />Donald's hands were stroking her hair, and she could feel his cock <br />slowly getting soft and slipping out of her. She stared at him, and he <br />smiled at her warmly.<br /><br />"That was the best I've ever had," he murmured, all the roughness, <br />violence and antagonism gone from his voice. He sounded like a small <br />boy who had just been given some candy.<br /><br />Suzanne rolled over on her stomach and slowly got to her feet, her torn <br />clothes hanging down forlornly. With an impatient gesture, she pulled <br />them off and stood naked. Donald's eyes ran over her appreciatively.<br /><br />"You've got a groovy body," he commented.<br /><br />"Thanks," she said briefly, and walked into the bathroom, reaching <br />behind the door for her robe. She saw her reflection in the mirror and <br />paused a moment; then she realized she wanted to urinate, and closed <br />the door and sat down on the commode. A few minutes later, she flushed <br />the toilet, tied the robe around her and opened the bathroom door.<br /><br />"Donald ..." she began, and then her blood froze as she saw Donald <br />sitting in the chair, and opposite him on the couch, Ted, grinning from <br />ear to ear, sitting beside a young Negro boy.<br /><br />"Well, well, looks like you're all ready for action," said Ted. "Come <br />here, Suzanne, I want you to meet a friend of mine. Clayton, say hello <br />to the best goddamn lay in town."<br /><br />The Negro youth grinned, revealing a set of beautiful teeth.<br /><br />"Hi," he said, his voice deep and rich, sounding more like a mature man <br />than the eighteen-year-old he obviously was.<br /><br />Suzanne stared at Donald, and her eyes were icy.<br /><br />"Donald ..." she began, but he cut her short.<br /><br />"I didn't know they were coming, Suzanne, honest," he said, and she <br />knew he wasn't lying.<br /><br />"What's the difference? We're here," said Ted, rising and walking <br />towards her. She took a step back into the bathroom and slammed the <br />door, but not quick enough. Ted's foot shot out and he pushed the door <br />back, grabbing Suzanne's arm, pulling her out into the living room. Her <br />robe gaped open, and Clayton gave a low whistle.<br /><br />"Now that's what I call eatin' stuff," he muttered. "Come over here, <br />baby."<br /><br />Ted pushed her forward, and she whirled on him.<br /><br />"If you don't leave right now, I'm going to scream," she said, her <br />voice rising shakily.<br /><br />"You know you won't," said Ted lazily. "What's it gonna look like with <br />three of us up here? And if the cops come, I'll say you asked us up for <br />a blowjob at a buck apiece."<br /><br />Suzanne laughed contemptuously. "Try it," she said defiantly. "Any <br />cop'd know I wouldn't ask a colored boy up to my apartment."<br /><br />Clayton's face broke into a knowing grin.<br /><br />"Well, well, we got a Grosse Pointe bigot here," he drawled. <br />"Whatsamatter with colored folk? You afraid it'll rub off? It doesn't, <br />I promise you. You'll be just as clean afterwards as before, but maybe <br />not so pure."<br /><br />He laughed coarsely and bounded across the room, seizing her by the arm <br />and pulling her body to his. She only realized then how tall he was, <br />and how powerful. His arms closed around her, and she felt his wide, <br />thick lips close around her mouth, and her stomach heaved. She was <br />conscious of his odor, the same masculine smell that she found <br />stimulating on Ted and Donald, but more intense, more musky. Her head <br />reeled, and she struggled ineffectually. His hands tore at her robe, <br />and she felt it slip off her shoulder and then fall away. His lips <br />slipped down to her shoulder and licked her passionately, while his <br />hands searched for her breasts and clung. She whimpered and thought she <br />was going to faint. That was it! Her mind suddenly grasped at straws. <br />If she fainted, they'd probably get seared and leave.<br /><br />Suzanne let her body go limp, a dead weight, and she felt his frame <br />stiffen as his arms held her. She kept her eyes closed and remained <br />silent.<br /><br />"The chick's passed out," said Clayton, lowering her to the floor and <br />letting her body collapse full length at his feet.<br /><br />Ted laughed. "No matter," he said. "She's still got that cunt. Let's <br />take her in turns. Hey ..." He laughed again, more loudly. "Even <br />better. You fuck her in front, and I'll cornhole her at the same time. <br />Real freaky."<br /><br />"Crazy, man," said Clayton. "Come on, let's get with it."<br /><br />She heard Donald's voice.<br /><br />"Hey, no, man, that ain't right ..." he began, and Ted's voice cut <br />through the air like a pistol shot.<br /><br />"Shut up!"<br /><br />"I won't," said Donald. "She's a groovy girl, and that's no fair. Wait <br />till she can fuck us proper. It ain't no fun fucking if she isn't with <br />it."<br /><br />Clayton chuckled and began undressing.<br /><br />"She'll get with it once she feels my meat," he said. "You know I got <br />the biggest meat in town."<br /><br />Suzanne opened her eyes and stared terrified at the young men. Clayton <br />had his shirt off and was just lowering his trousers, Ted's pants were <br />off, and he was taking off his shirt. His sex was half-hard and <br />swinging between his legs.<br /><br />"Ah, she's gettin' with it," said Clayton. "I guess she was playin' <br />possum."<br /><br />"Oh, no," Suzanne breathed. "Please. Donald ..." She looked at Donald, <br />who was in the process of undressing. "Donald ... help me!"<br /><br />"Help you," laughed Ted. "He's gonna fuck you. Or have you fucked her <br />already?"<br /><br />"I ... we did it once," Donald mumbled, and Suzanne knew that he was <br />not altogether agreeing with his brother's attitude. "But take it easy <br />with her. She's a nice girl."<br /><br />Clayton's clothes were completely off, and he stood over Suzanne, <br />waving his penis at her.<br /><br />"Sure she's a nice girl, and all nice girls want some black cock up <br />their pussy," he said. "Ever see one this big, little Miss Grosse <br />Pointe?"<br /><br />She stared fascinated at the organ, which slowly began rising to its <br />full height. She knew that Ted's penis was big, but Clayton's exceeded <br />his by at least two inches, and it was much thicker. She could hardly <br />believe it, watching the dark brown shaft throb and expand in the <br />colored boy's hand as he manipulated the foreskin up and down, exposing <br />the dark purplish head, already sticky with lube that oozed from the <br />large slit across the end. It was a frightening sight, and her eyes <br />remained on his crotch, almost unable to believe what they saw.<br /><br />"Please, please," she sobbed, and Clayton's laugh echoed round the <br />room.<br /><br />"She's pleading for it," be said. "Though mebbe that's not what she's <br />really cryin' about."<br /><br />He dropped to his knees, pulled her legs apart roughly, and crawled <br />forward, lowering his penis until the end of it was touching her <br />stomach, just above her bush. With his hand, he moved the shaft back <br />and forth across her skin, leaving a wet trail of lube behind it.<br /><br />"That feel good?" asked Clayton, chuckling evilly.<br /><br />Suzanne looked over at Ted and Donald, who were standing, watching, and <br />playing with their penises at the same time. Ted saw her and moved <br />forward, dropping to his knees above her head, and lowering his prick <br />towards her mouth.<br /><br />"Suck, bitch, suck it good," he commanded, and she felt the end of it <br />on her lips. Stubbornly she kept her mouth shut, and then she felt the <br />sharp sting of his hand as it descended on her cheek. "I said, suck it, <br />goddamn," he swore, and she opened her mouth and he pushed his prick <br />into her. Again she tasted his flesh, hot and throbbing, and she closed <br />her lips around the head, sucking hard, and flicking her tongue across <br />the end, pushing into the slit and tasting the lube. "That's more like <br />it," said Ted, easing himself into a better position to thrust his <br />organ in and out of her mouth.<br /><br />Clayton had continued rubbing his prick across her skin, all around her <br />vaginal opening, down the inside of her thighs, and she felt her <br />responses quickening, despite her terrible fear of him and the size of <br />his penis. Her vagina began oozing its juices once more, and she felt <br />herself wanting it, wanting to feel it slide into her the way Donald's <br />had slid in just earlier that afternoon.<br /><br />But Clayton was playing a teasing, waiting game. He was in no hurry to <br />insert his organ; he preferred to play around, rub the end against her, <br />up and down her legs, and over her stomach, even across her breasts. <br />She felt the end of it touching her nipples, exciting them and making <br />them even harder than they were.<br /><a href="http://p59g6haaxrdnkxviq.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/28/164/1645321637.jpg"></a> <br />"Hey, Donald, you come here and suck her tits," Clayton said. "She's <br />blowin' Ted. You can suck her tits, and I'll let her have this meat. <br />I'm gettin' ready to feel her cunt wrap itself around, provided it can <br />take it, of course." He laughed coarsely again. Out of the corner of <br />her eye Suzanne saw Donald scooting forward, squatting beside her, one <br />hand on his penis, as he closed his mouth around her breast and began <br />sucking her nipple, running his tongue across it quickly.<br /><br />Then she felt her legs being jerked wide apart and the rough coarse <br />skin of the Negro's thighs brush against her own soft white flesh as he <br />positioned himself and then lowered his hips until the end of his penis <br />was touching her vulva. His hands came forward and spread her lips. She <br />heard him whisper, "Oh, wowee, I cain't fuck that. Not yet. Gotta eat a <br />little first. Gotta taste that sweet white pussy."<br /><br />His head descended, and she felt his thick lips and tongue push into <br />her flesh and his tongue lick up and down her clitoris, sending quivers <br />of delight through her loins. Up and down, in and out, all around, his <br />tongue knew exactly what it was doing.<br /><br />Suzanne suddenly felt a perverse desire to match her tongue movements <br />with Clayton's, licking across Ted's penis in the same rhythm as the <br />colored boy was licking her clitoris. The undeniable sensual <br />titillation had engulfed her mind and body, and she gave herself over <br />to the sensations which prickled across her skin and tingled from every <br />nerve. She felt Donald's mouth licking her breasts while his hand <br />manipulated his penis between his thighs; why let that cock go to <br />waste? She reached out and pushed his own hand away, seizing the shaft <br />and squeezing it. She heard him moan, and his tongue licked more <br />furiously at her nipples. Her other hand pushed underneath Ted's <br />buttocks and began caressing his anus. She heard him laugh, and then <br />his voice broke the silence: "Yeah, baby, yeah!" And she sucked his <br />penis with renewed vigor as she felt Clayton's mouth servicing her <br />between her legs. Then suddenly Clayton raised up, and she looked over <br />at him, just as he lowered his hips and she felt the end of his shaft <br />enter her.<br /><br />With a slow thrust, he pushed in, and she shuddered and gasped at the <br />thickness of his prick. It felt like her body was being ripped in two. <br />On and on he pushed, inch by inch, until his entire organ was enclosed <br />within her tight, quivering vagina. She gagged and pulled off Ted's <br />prick and cried out. "Oh, God, take it out, take it out." They all <br />laughed. "Go on, fuck her," Ted cried out, and Donald even joined in, <br />urging Clayton to action.<br /><br />"I sure will," the colored boy said, and began moving his hips, <br />withdrawing his rod almost all the way out, then slamming it back in <br />again with a force that almost drove the breath out of Suzanne's body. <br />She squirmed and cried out, and they all laughed. Faster and faster he <br />went, and it felt like with every thrust his massive shaft grew thicker <br />and bigger.<br /><br />"You almost there?" asked Ted; and Clayton grunted in what sounded like <br />an affirmative.<br /><br />"Okay, we all come together," said Ted, grabbing Suzanne's head and <br />pushing his penis into her mouth again. "Suck, bitch, and jerk off <br />Donald. Let's all shoot into her."<br /><br />Clayton's movements, together with his groaning and his hands around <br />her buttocks, were almost more than Suzanne could bear. Her vagina felt <br />numb, but deep inside her she still experienced the fantastic feelings <br />that came from the harsh massage of her clitoris and the rubbing of the <br />thick organ inside her vagina.<br /><br />She sucked Ted's cock, feeling it flex and throb with each manipulation <br />of her mouth and her tongue. In her hand Donald's penis was rock-hard, <br />and he was moaning, his mouth biting on her nipples harder and harder.<br /><br />Clayton suddenly cried out, and she felt his cock plunge deep into her. <br />He held it there, and she could feel the hot flood of his jism within <br />her, running down and out of her crack. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he <br />cried, and at that second, Ted pushed his shaft in until it jammed <br />against the back of her throat, and she felt him spurt and tasted the <br />hot salty come on her tongue. She gulped and swallowed, taking it all <br />while her cunt enclosed the long, thick black meat within her, spurting <br />its seed deep into her. Ted's penis began softening, and he pulled it <br />out of her mouth and eased back on his buttocks, watching.<br /><br />"You there yet?" he asked Donald, who was still moving his hips <br />frantically.<br /><br />"Almost," he gasped.<br /><br />"Fuck her between the tits," shouted Ted, and Donald swung his legs <br />across Suzanne, sitting on her stomach and pushing her breasts together <br />around his penis just as it flexed and shot, the spurts of white liquid <br />shooting across her chin and cheek and dripping down her neck. He <br />groaned, and she heard Ted laugh. His hand came out and rubbed the come <br />all over her mouth and nose.<br /><br />"Taste it, smell it, you bitch," he said. "Good, huh?"<br /><br />She almost gagged.<br /><br />"Lick it off your lips, lick it!"<br /><br />Almost in a dream, she put out her tongue and licked the thick salty <br />cream off her lips, tasted it, and then swallowed.<br /><br />Clayton was still inside her, his penis feeling just as hard and thick <br />as it had before.<br /><br />"You through?" Ted asked, and Clayton nodded.<br /><br />"I'm through but I ain't finished," he said with a grin, "That was only <br />the first time."<br /><br />He went on moving his hips, and she felt his penis inside her, pressing <br />her folds of flesh aside as it cruelly penetrated her. "I'm gonna fuck <br />her dry," he said, laughing.<br /><br />Donald climbed off and sat back, feeling his softening penis with his <br />hand, while Clayton continued fucking her. Ted had his penis in his <br />hand, playing with it.<br /><br />"Go, man, go," Ted said. "Bet you can't come again in five minutes."<br /><br />"You're on, feller," was the calm reply, and the black body flexed and <br />the hips began pumping in and out. His lips came down around Suzanne's <br />breasts, licking the nipples sensuously. She felt her vagina respond. <br />She knew nothing turned her on more than having her breasts sucked, and <br />the way Clayton did it was the best ever. She twisted and turned, and <br />then melded her movements with his until they were rocking back and <br />forth on the floor, the sweat streaming off their bodies as the groins <br />gripped together, joined cock-to-cunt, pushing them both towards <br />another climax.<br /><br />"Look at that black motherfucker," said Ted. "He sure can fuck."<br /><br />On and on, and Suzanne found herself slipping away from reality. Her <br />mind seemed to whirl, and as her hands went around the smooth black <br />skin, holding him close, dragging his mouth down to her own, she felt <br />consciousness fading. Just as Clayton's penis discharged into her for <br />the second time, she went limp in his arms. He completed his climax and <br />raised up, looking down at her. His eyes moved over to Ted and Donald.<br /><br />"I done fucked her dry," he said, feeling his penis tenderly. "I'll bet <br />her pussy's raw."<br /><br />"She's fainted," said Donald, bending closer. "Is she all right?"<br /><br />"Sure she is," snapped Ted, bending over Suzanne and slapping her <br />cheeks. She mumbled and opened her eyes.<br /><br />"See, she was jest takin' a rest," Clayton laughed. He moved away and <br />stood up, "You shouldn't sleep, chicky-baby. We've got more fucking for <br />you."<br /><br />Suzanne moaned and closed her eyes, feeling that she was about to faint <br />again.<br /><br />"I'll wake her up," said Ted, standing up, and holding his penis so <br />that it pointed to her face. A moment later, a stream of urine splashed <br />down over her, and she shuddered, screamed and scrambled away across <br />the floor, the loud, coarse laughter of the boys ringing in her ears.<br /><br />"Get out, get out," she cried, collapsing on the floor, and sobbing <br />into her hands. "Haven't you done enough?"<br /><br />They began collecting their clothes and getting dressed.<br /><br />"No, we ain't," said Clayton. "Ted was right. You're good pussy, and I <br />aim to come back for some more. How 'bout you guys?"<br /><br />"Sure, we'll be back," said Ted.<br /><br />"When is you receiving?" asked Clayton with exaggerated politeness. <br />Suzanne stared up at him, her eyes filled with loathing.<br /><br />"Get out," she spat.<br /><br />Clayton laughed, and after they had dressed, they all moved to the <br />door.<br /><br />"Bye now," said Ted. "And remember, don't you try and say nothin' to no <br />one. Now it's three against one, and who do you think they'll believe?"<br /><br />Suzanne stared across. Ted's face was scowling at her; Clayton's held a <br />superior look of amusement; only Donald seemed to have some semblance <br />of compassion for her.<br /><br />And then they were gone, leaving her alone and naked on the floor, her <br />vagina throbbing and tender, her breasts scarred with teeth marks, and <br />her neck aching and her mouth swollen. She climbed shakily to her feet <br />and went into the bathroom. She looked at her face in the mirror and <br />sat down on the edge of the bath, so filled with self-loathing and <br />guilt that she hadn't the energy to cry.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br /><br />Suzanne sat in the bathroom for almost an hour, trying to compose <br />herself and wondering what to do, where to go and how she should plan <br />her future. She knew she couldn't stay in the neighborhood; that was <br />out of the question, she reasoned. And yet, if those boys wanted to <br />find her, they had only to call her home anonymously and find her new <br />address and then the whole horrible scene would start all over again.<br /><br />Finally, she realized she was getting chilly, and reached for her robe, <br />tied it around her and lay down on the couch, her hand over her eyes. <br />Her body was still throbbing painfully, and she eased herself against <br />the cushions, trying to relieve the ache.<br /><br />Suddenly her nerves jangled with alarm as she heard the clatter of <br />footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later a loud knock on the door, <br />and Yvonne's throaty voice came filtering through.<br /><br />"Hey, anyone home?"<br /><br />"Come in, Yvonne," Suzanne called out thankfully, and as her friend <br />walked in the door Suzanne felt the tears well up. Yvonne took one look <br />and hurried over to her.<br /><br />"Oh, baby, what's the matter?"<br /><br />Suzanne reached for the other woman, buried her face in her shoulder, <br />and sobbed hysterically. Yvonne remained silent, rocking the girl <br />quietly in her arms until the crying spell had passed.<br /><br />"Okay, you want to talk about it? Is it Sam?"<br /><br />Suzanne wiped her eyes, and shook her head.<br /><br />"No. No, it's not Sam. It's ..." Her voice broke, and a fresh flood of <br />tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her robe fell open, and Yvonne's eyes <br />strayed down to her breasts.<br /><br />"Good God, what's happened to you?" Instinctively the older woman put <br />her hand out and touched the scratches and bruises on the smooth, firm <br />white breasts. Then her face blanched. "Oh, no, don't tell me. Who was <br />it?"<br /><br />Suzanne looked away, flushing, her mind filled with confused thoughts.<br /><br />"Come on, I know something's happened, and you look like you were raped <br />by a regiment. Who was it, goddammit?"<br /><br />Suzanne looked at Yvonne, and her lip trembled.<br /><br />"It ... it was that kid, Donald, you know. He and his brother and a <br />colored boy. They all ... they all ..."<br /><br />"Jesus Christ!"<br /><br />Yvonne stood up and reached in her pocket for a cigarette, lit one and <br />stood back, observing Suzanne. The cigarette trembled in her fingers, <br />and her dark eyes were filled with anger.<br /><br />"You want to talk about it?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded, sat up, and carefully related her experiences of the <br />past two days, making sure to leave out nothing. When she had finished, <br />Yvonne, who had walked to the window and was looking out, listening, <br />turned to her and ground her cigarette in the ashtray.<br /><br />"Well, there's not much you can do, I guess, except get the hell out of <br />here," she said. "Those little bastards'll be back again, you know <br />that. One thing: you're not staying here tonight. You come to our <br />apartment. You can stay with me and Carole. You'll probably feel better <br />with some decent company around."<br /><br />She took Suzanne's hand and lifted her up. Suzanne rose and put her <br />arms around Yvonne.<br /><br />"Oh, Yvonne, I feel so dirty," she murmured. "They were so horrible, so <br />mean."<br /><br />"Oh, dear, I've just thought of something," said Yvonne. "Have you had <br />a hot bath, and douched?"<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head. "I just sat in the bathroom, trying to think," <br />she replied. "I haven't done anything."<br /><br />"Okay: first thing, you go lie in the bath for an hour, and douche real <br />good. You sure as hell don't want to get pregnant at this stage of the <br />game. You say they did come in you?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "Yes, they did. I could feel it shooting inside me and <br />running out."<br /><br />"You're not on the pill, I gather?"<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head. "Why should I be? I've never done that with a <br />guy before. I wanted to save myself for Sam. And now, oh, Yvonne, it's <br />horrible."<br /><br />"Yes, yes, I know, dear. Listen, perhaps you'd better come to our place <br />now. You can use our bathroom, and I have a douche can which gets lots <br />of use, let me assure you."<br /><br />"No, I'll come down later," said Suzanne. "I'll bathe up here."<br /><br />"Look, dumdum, they might just as easily come back now," Yvonne said. <br />"Come on, come down right this minute. Lock your door behind you, and <br />turn the lights out."<br /><br />"All right. Are you sure Carole won't mind?"<br /><br />Yvonne laughed loudly. "Of course not. Would you believe Carole started <br />living with me after something similar happened to her, about a year <br />ago? We both lived in a building over on Cass, and I figured it was <br />safe enough, but I guess you never can tell. Carole was raped by a guy <br />one night, and came running to me for help. She spent the night, and <br />the next day she moved in. We've been sharing a place ever since. And <br />believe me, there've been no more episodes like that in her life." <br />Yvonne's face softened from its usual cynical demeanor. "You poor kid. <br />Come on."<br /><br />Suzanne looked at her friend, and smiled for the first time since the <br />boys left the apartment.<br /><br />"Thanks. I do appreciate this."<br /><br />"Nonsense."<br /><br />Yvonne put her arm around the girl's waist and they walked to the door. <br />Suzanne took the key off the nail where she usually hung it and locked <br />the door behind her. In silence they walked to Yvonne's apartment. As <br />they entered, Carole was seated on the couch, reading.<br /><br />"Hi." Then she saw the expression on their faces. "Oh, wow, what's <br />wrong?"<br /><br />"You remember one night something that happened to you?" said Yvonne, <br />and Carole nodded, her face becoming grim, "Well, it happened to <br />Suzanne. Not one, but three, all at the same time. One black, two <br />white. Now that's what I call carrying integration too far." She tried <br />to smile, but Carole's face remained impassive.<br /><br />"Jesus. You going to call the police?"<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head.<br /><br />"That will only mean scandal, and it would be their word against mine. <br />What can you do, really?" She sat down, and stared vaguely around the <br />apartment. Carole whistled softly, and looked up at Yvonne.<br /><br />"Men," Her voice spat out the word. "Who needs 'em?"<br /><br />Yvonne nodded. "They're all animals, beasts," she agreed, "Thank God I <br />can live without 'em."<br /><br />Suzanne frowned, and stared up at Yvonne.<br /><br />The sincerity and hate in the woman's voice was unmistakable.<br /><br />"Yvonne, you ... you ..."<br /><br />Yvonne grinned, reading her mind. "Oh, don't you believe all you hear, <br />dear," she said lightly, some of her usual flipness returning. "I put <br />on a good front, but believe me, the only cock I admire is the one on <br />my father's farm in Upper Michigan, and all he does is make a lot of <br />noise every morning. Which is what I do about men, just to keep them at <br />arm's length."<br /><br />Suzanne frowned, and decided not to pursue the matter further. She <br />suddenly felt extremely weary, and the idea of a hot bath appealed to <br />her.<br /><br />"I'd like that bath now," she said. "Then I think I'd just as soon lie <br />down. I'm worn out."<br /><br />"Fucked out, you mean, dear," said Yvonne bluntly. "But don't worry. <br />You'll be all right tomorrow, take it from me."<br /><br />Suzanne stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom. Yvonne followed her <br />in, and pointed to a towel behind the door. "You can use that towel," <br />she said, "and the douche can's in the cupboard there. Make it nice 'n <br />hot, and put a tablespoon of this in the water. The douche water, I <br />mean." She reached for a box and handed it over. Suzanne looked at it. <br />"Don't look so confused," said Yvonne, grinning. "It's plain old douche <br />powder, but it'll kill anything that shouldn't be up that little twat <br />of yours. It'll also soothe those tender spots, and they can get very <br />tender, I know. I've had my share. Years ago, you understand." She <br />laughed, and Suzanne smiled at her.<br /><br />"You're a good friend," she said warmly. "Thanks."<br /><br />Yvonne left, and Suzanne closed the door and began running the water <br />into the tub. She mixed the douche powder and inserted the nozzle, <br />feeling the hot water gushing into her vagina, reminding her of the <br />penis that had been up there, that enormous, black cock which had given <br />her such pleasure. What was she thinking? Pleasure? Yes, her mind <br />echoed, yes, it did. It made you feel better than any sex you've ever <br />had. You've ever had? You've only had sex since yesterday, and before <br />then it was your finger doing the walking through that cavern of yours. <br />Well, it was better than Ted, better than Donald, she admitted to <br />herself. And there was such a perversity about it, especially <br />considering her innate feelings about the blacks. Not that she was <br />anti-Negro; she just didn't ever desire to have relations with one. The <br />rest of him she didn't particularly like. But his penis was undoubtedly <br />the best: long, thick, rigid, able to probe her very depths and give <br />her satisfaction like she never dreamed possible. What was his name <br />again? Clayton; that was it, Clayton with the big cock.<br /><br />She lay back in the tub, letting the hot water lap around her neck, <br />covering her completely and easing the soreness in her limbs, <br />especially her thighs and her neck. Yes, those would be the places that <br />ached the most. Her thighs from all the action with her legs, wrapping <br />them around those sweating, fucking bodies and having those pricks <br />ramming in and out of her. Carefully she put her finger down to her <br />vulva and probed inside. It was tender, but not so bad as she thought <br />it would be. Hell, why should it be? she reasoned. Nothing sharp had <br />been put in there, only a soft tongue or a hard, smooth cock. But even <br />too much of that can cause redness, soreness, swelling ... swelling, oh <br />God, she prayed she wasn't pregnant. But she remembered somewhere <br />reading that a good hot bath and a douche will take care of any <br />unwanted pregnancy. She had done that last night, and now again <br />tonight. She was all right; she knew she was. She prayed she was.<br /><br />Her fingers massaged her neck, the muscles on each side that had been <br />given such a workout with sucking all that cock. She wondered how <br />whores managed, doing it every night. Maybe they got used to it, or <br />maybe there was a knack to sucking a penis without getting sore muscles <br />in the neck.<br /><br />She lay back, letting her arms float, and closed her eyes. The memory <br />of the three boys was still vivid, and the more she relived those <br />moments of horror, the more she admitted that there had been a <br />satisfaction about it. After all, they weren't doing anything that she <br />wouldn't have been doing with Sam, once they had been married; but then <br />wasn't that being just old fashioned? She heard her mother's voice, <br />telling her not once but many times that nice girls don't let boys have <br />their way, not until after marriage. "Yes, my dear," Mrs. Delacorte had <br />said. "All this talk today of sleeping around may sound very modern and <br />clever, but let me tell you, getting pregnant isn't any fun. I remember <br />when I was carrying you, how often I'd get sick in the mornings, and <br />then when you arrived, let me tell you, having a baby is just about the <br />worst experience any woman can endure. I've often thought the Lord <br />might have thought up an easier way. Maybe one day science will provide <br />the answer with incubators and computers. It certainly will save a lot <br />of inconvenience, don't you think?"<br /><br />Yes, maybe so, Suzanne had thought; but now she had experienced sex, <br />she wondered if the good Lord didn't have the right idea after all. It <br />was a wonderful feeling, and whether it had been Ted, or Donald, or <br />Clayton, her body had responded, and she trembled again at the thought <br />of their organs penetrating her and sending those exquisite feelings <br />through her, and her orgasm had been something she could scarcely <br />believe. Oh, how wonderful she had felt! Yet why couldn't it have been <br />someone nice, a boy like Sam who loved her, and who treated her with <br />tenderness and was gentle with sex, instead of that violence, with its <br />ugly words, its revolting bestial overtones, like she was an animal <br />there to be fucked and nothing more? Yet she had to admit she enjoyed <br />it. There was something perverse in her nature, she decided, that <br />wanted to be treated roughly, to be physically manhandled and taken <br />bodily without regard to her sensitivities. In some ways, she wouldn't <br />mind having sex again with those boys, but not in the same way, <br />perhaps. Suzanne sat bolt upright in the tub, her eyes wide open at the <br />thoughts; good grief, she thought, I'm sick, thinking things like that. <br />Any self-respecting girl would never want that again; but then, how <br />really self-respecting was she? Was it that perhaps she needed that <br />type of sex to truly satisfy her, something loathsome to her previous <br />ideas, something so different from what she had dreamed of ...<br /><br />"You all right in there?" Yvonne's voice came ringing through the door.<br /><br />"Yes. Fine."<br /><a href="http://pse2rhpqw52fwp2fi.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/998/99879750.jpg"></a> <br />The door opened, and Yvonne peeked around at her.<br /><br />"We're fixing supper," she said. "How long'll you be?"<br /><br />"I'm ready to get out now," replied Suzanne, smiling. "And would you <br />believe, I'm starving."<br /><br />Yvonne sniffed in her best Eve Arden manner. "I know what you mean," <br />she said cynically. "Nothing like a good fuck to work up an appetite."<br /><br />"Yvonne!"<br /><br />The door closed, and Suzanne smiled to herself. Yvonne was a nut, but a <br />good friend, a sincere and true person.<br /><br />She climbed out of the tub and stood, drying herself carefully, paying <br />special attention to her crotch and her breasts. The marks had faded <br />slightly, but her nipples were still very sore and tender. She slipped <br />her robe on again and walked out into the living room. There was a <br />smell of stew, and the small table in the kitchen was set for three. <br />Carole was standing over the stove, stirring a large pot. Yvonne was <br />opening three Cokes and pouring them into glasses.<br /><br />"Well, feel better?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "Much. I still ache, though, and my breasts are sore."<br /><br />Yvonne chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Sounds like they really gave you a <br />working over."<br /><br />"They did."<br /><br />"The bastards."<br /><br />Carole tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turned, <br />grinning. "Yvonne and I both know about the kids in this neighborhood. <br />They look like sweet innocent little things, but they've been fucking <br />their sisters since they could get a hard-on. And the girls are no <br />better. I caught one the other day in the alley, blowing some man for a <br />quarter."<br /><br />Suzanne's eyes opened wide.<br /><br />"Don't look so shocked. That's nothing to what really goes on around <br />here." Carole laughed. "I've done a little research myself. I'm also <br />taking sociology, remember."<br /><br />Suzanne sat down and pursed her lips. "You know, I truly feel that if <br />these people didn't live in such degraded surroundings, they'd have the <br />chance to develop better, to have a more uplifting outlook on life. And <br />sex," she added.<br /><br />Yvonne snorted. "People are people," she snapped. "Just because the <br />income's low and the area a slum doesn't necessarily mean people have <br />to indulge in behavior like they do. It's not the finances or the <br />neighborhood. It's what makes them tick inside. Take it from me. I've <br />known lots of people from Grosse Pointe who do just the same, only <br />perhaps with a little more finesse."<br /><br />Suzanne nodded.<br /><br />"I know. I've heard about the orgies they have, but at least there <br />isn't the rough raw ..." She groped for words, "... the bestial type of <br />approach. Those kids handled me like I was just some object they could <br />do what they pleased with. There was no hint of love, affection, or <br />anything like that. It was pure animal sex, and nothing more. It's <br />frightening."<br /><br />Yvonne sat down and nodded. "Yup. I know. Would you believe when I was <br />ten, I was gang-banged by four kids at school. They walked home with <br />me; we lived quite a ways from school. This was up in that stinking <br />little town in Upper Michigan where I was born. Anyway, the one guy, <br />his name was Hank. I'll never forget him. He must've been around <br />fourteen, real good-looking, and he had been paying me a lot of <br />attention. He said I was the prettiest girl in school. I knew it was <br />just because I sassed him back when he talked to me. I was pretty <br />mature for my age, I guess. And I knew all about the birds and the <br />bees, so I knew what he was hinting at all the time, but I wasn't <br />giving them any chances. Hank even asked me once if I wanted to come <br />home with him and play with his prick. He said it was the biggest in <br />class. He wasn't lying about that, by the way. Jesus! I told him to <br />quit talking like that or I'd report him to the teacher.<br /><br />"Well, this afternoon, I'll never forget it, he walked me home, and <br />these other three kids joined him. They were all about thirteen or <br />fourteen, I guess. Hank started talking dirty, and then suddenly, just <br />as we were passing old man Johnson's barn, they grabbed me, and whipped <br />me inside before I could scream or shit or go blind or anything. They <br />had my clothes off and were having at it before five minutes had <br />passed. Two of them held me down while the others had their fun. I've <br />never been so scared in my life. I bled like crazy, but that didn't <br />stop them. They all got their rocks off, and then ran like hell, <br />leaving me there.<br /><br />"I kinda cleaned myself up as best I could, and limped home. I could <br />hardly walk, my cunt was so sore. When I got home, I went to the <br />bathroom and sat in a tub for hours, it seemed. When mother got home <br />from work, I told her what had happened. She went to the principal of <br />the school, and the boys were hauled up and all hell broke loose. Of <br />course, they all denied it, and it was four of them against me. And <br />that's where it ended. I was too young to get pregnant, thank God, and <br />none of them had the clap, so after a few days, apart from a tender <br />cunt, I was back to normal. But I've never forgotten that. Which is why <br />I feel the way I do about men right now, I guess."<br /><br />There was a silence. Throughout Yvonne's story, Carole had been <br />watching her, her eyes filled with compassion. Suzanne gasped when <br />Yvonne ended.<br /><br />"You mean ... nothing was done?"<br /><br />Yvonne gave a short laugh. "Like I said, was their word against mine. <br />Just like you and those bastards. If you go to the police, it will only <br />mean scandal, and you couldn't prove anything. And they'd get their <br />families to provide an alibi. No, little one, chalk it up to <br />experience, just hope you haven't been knocked up, or got the clap or <br />something, and let it go. Of course, if any of them come knocking at <br />your door again, call the police first and don't open the door whatever <br />you do. Better still, stick your head out the window and scream bloody <br />murder. That'll scare 'em off."<br /><br />Suzanne thought a moment.<br /><br />"I guess I'd better get checked out by a doctor, just in case."<br /><br />Yvonne shrugged. "If you want to. I'd wait a few days, though. You'll <br />know if anything's wrong in that department. As for being pregnant, I <br />don't have to tell you how to know about that." Her tone softened, and <br />her hand came out and squeezed Suzanne's arm. "You poor kid. It's rough <br />to go through something like that when you've been protected all your <br />young life."<br /><br />Suzanne grinned. "Well, we live and learn."<br /><br />Carole brought over the food from the stove and placed it in the middle <br />of the table.<br /><br />"Okay, enough of this talk," she said lightly. "Time to eat. Dig in."<br /><br />Thankfully, Suzanne helped herself to the stew, and began eating <br />ravenously. For some reason, the horror of her experience had faded and <br />she felt a warm glow, surrounded by her friends in a pleasant <br />atmosphere where she knew she was safe. At least for the moment. But <br />what about tomorrow?<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />The silence was broken by Carole slamming her books closed, and pushing <br />back the chair from the desk.<br /><br />"Well, enough of abnormal psychology for one night," she said. "I think <br />I'm going to bed. You all about ready?"<br /><br />Suzanne opened her eyes and stretched her arms above her head. She had <br />been resting on the couch.<br /><br />"I guess I'm ready," she said. "How about you, Yvonne?"<br /><br />Yvonne looked up from a textbook, removed her glasses, and nodded. She <br />looked over at Suzanne.<br /><br />"You don't mind sleeping with us, do you?" she asked. "We have that <br />king-size bed, and it's big enough for four, really."<br /><br />Suzanne smiled.<br /><br />"That's fine. I really appreciate this. I'm feeling much better <br />already. I'm still a little tender, though, here and there."<br /><br />Yvonne smirked. "Here and there. You mean your tits and your cunt, <br />don't you?" Suzanne flushed and Carole laughed.<br /><br />"Oh, you're such a prude, really," she said. "I can't believe you're <br />from Grosse Pointe. Almost everyone I've met from there is about as <br />raunchy as they come. At least with their language. Or maybe I've not <br />met the right people."<br /><br />"I'm not a prude," Suzanne said defensively. "It's just that ..."<br /><br />"We know. We know." Yvonne's voice boomed across the room. <br />"Incidentally, I've got some real great cream which I think you might <br />use tonight. It'll ease those scratches and help the healing. It's in <br />the bedroom. Come on."<br /><br />Carole turned off the living room lights, and they all went into the <br />bedroom, where the bed seemed to stretch from wall to wall. Yvonne <br />rummaged in the dresser drawer and came out with a tube of cream. She <br />walked over to Suzanne.<br /><br />"Okay, relax. Let mother do it."<br /><br />"I can do it myself," said Suzanne, feeling suddenly embarrassed.<br /><br />"Nonsense; don't tell me you're shy in front of me?" said Yvonne, <br />chuckling softly. "Go on, strip."<br /><br />Suzanne undid her robe and let it fall away from her. The other girls <br />stared, and Carole whistled.<br /><br />"Oh, wow, look at those tits," she murmured.<br /><br />"Yeah, they are kinda bruised, aren't they?" said Yvonne softly, <br />sitting down next to Suzanne and uncapping the tube of cream. "Lie <br />back, dear. This won't hurt a bit."<br /><br />"I can do it myself, Yvonne, really," said Suzanne, but she lay back <br />and watched as Yvonne spread some cream on her fingers and reached <br />forward, spreading it over her breasts. Suzanne closed her eyes and was <br />conscious of a rising excitement within her. Yvonne's hands were <br />incredibly soft, and they spread the cream over each breast, rubbing it <br />gently around the nipples. Within seconds, Suzanne's nipples were hard <br />and projecting up from her large round orbs.<br /><br />"Feel good?" asked Yvonne, and there was subtle change in her voice; <br />normally rough and raucous, it now held the sensuous overtones of a <br />tender, compassionate woman.<br /><br />"Hm ... too good," said Suzanne.<br /><br />"I know. Relax."<br /><br />Yvonne continued massaging the cream into Suzanne's breasts. Carole <br />climbed under the sheets and lay back staring at the others.<br /><br />"You've sure got lovely breasts, Suzanne," said Carole.<br /><br />"You've said it," said Yvonne huskily. "Best pair of boobs I've seen in <br />a long time. Next to you, of course, Carole," she added hastily. <br />Suzanne was beginning to feel completely relaxed, but conscious of the <br />growing feeling of sex within her. Despite the experience of the <br />afternoon, the gentle massage of her bosom was having its effect. She <br />felt her vagina begin to react and the urge assert itself once more.<br /><br />"I ... I think you'd better stop," she murmured. "That's fine, thanks, <br />Yvonne."<br /><br />"Oh, there's still the rest of you," said Yvonne, her voice unnaturally <br />forced and gay. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."<br /><br />Before Suzanne could move, Yvonne's hands had slid down to her crotch <br />and she was massaging a large glob of cream around her vulva, her <br />fingers slipping into her crack and sending chills through her body.<br /><br />"That all right?" asked Yvonne softly.<br /><br />"Yes." Suzanne's voice was low and uncertain. With the growing desire <br />prompted by the massage of her breasts, she now was experiencing an <br />almost overpowering urge to have Yvonne touch her clitoris and <br />masturbate her. The more she resisted the idea, the more she found <br />herself weakening. Yvonne's fingers probed, touched, titillated her, <br />rubbing in the cream, and at the same time arousing her to a fever <br />pitch.<br /><br />"Yvonne, I ... I think that's enough, thanks," said Suzanne weakly, <br />raising up, and as she looked down she saw the expression on Yvonne's <br />face, and a cold chill ran through her. It was quite obvious that <br />Yvonne was enjoying what she was doing, and from the movements under <br />the sheet she knew that Carole had her hand in her crotch and was <br />playing with herself. Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled.<br /><br />"It's never enough," she said. "Ask Carole."<br /><br />Carole laughed.<br /><br />"Stop trying to corrupt this child," she said evenly. "Besides, I'm <br />here."<br /><br />"Okay, okay," said Yvonne, standing up and capping the tube of cream. <br />Without another word, she went into the bathroom, and returned a few <br />moments later, stark naked.<br /><br />Suzanne looked at her curiously.<br /><br />"We always sleep raw," said Yvonne perfunctorily, jumping into bed. <br />"Come on, you can sleep on this side."<br /><br />Slowly Suzanne crawled under the sheets, her heart beating wildly, and <br />as the light clicked off, she felt Yvonne's hand creep around her <br />waist.<br /><br />"You relax," was the quiet command. "Try and get some sleep now."<br /><br />Suzanne lay still, aware that her heart was thumping like never before, <br />and that Yvonne's fingers were soft on her skin. The desire which she <br />had felt before now asserted itself even more strongly, and she bit her <br />lip, trying to chase the thought from her mind. She bit her lip again, <br />harder, till she felt sure she had drawn blood, thinking that she must <br />think of anything except those soft fingers touching her, titillating <br />her, feeling her up, oh, God, please, please ...<br /><br />"What's the matter, Suzanne?"<br /><br />Only then she realized she must have given a soft cry, and she felt <br />even more embarrassed and ashamed.<br /><br />"Is it still hurting down there?"<br /><br />Yvonne's voice was low and insinuating, and Suzanne felt the woman's <br />hand creep down and place itself gently between her legs, her fingers <br />just probing into her vulva and touching her clitoris. Suzanne gave a <br />moan, and then Carole's voice broke the silence.<br /><br />"For Chrissake, Yvonne, quit screwing around."<br /><br />Yvonne's voice was no longer soft, but its usual raucous and commanding <br />self. "Fuck you, baby."<br /><br />There was a click and the light went on, and Suzanne blinked to see <br />Carole sitting up in the bed, her face flushed and her lips pursed <br />angrily.<br /><br />"Did you ask Suzanne up here to fuck, or what?"<br /><br />"Cool it, Carole."<br /><br />Suzanne struggled up to a sitting position, and her eyes flashed.<br /><br />"There's something I guess I don't know," she began, but Carole cut her <br />short.<br /><br />"Listen, Suzanne, I don't mind Yvonne screwing around, but not in the <br />same goddamn bed with me. Understand?"<br /><br />Yvonne giggled, and it was the first time Suzanne had ever heard a <br />truly feminine response from her.<br /><br />"Jealous, dear? It's not the first time we've had company and shared <br />it."<br /><br />Suzanne's face was scarlet. "Do you mean." Her eyes went from one to <br />the other.<br /><br />"Yes, dear, if you must know, Yvonne and I are lovers. What's so <br />almighty strange about that? Don't tell me you didn't know."<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head dumbly. Lovers. That meant they were lesbians. <br />But how was that possible? Yvonne was supposed to be screwing every <br />good-looking guy on campus.<br /><br />"I didn't know, and I don't believe you," Suzanne said heatedly. <br />"Yvonne's got lots of boyfriends."<br /><br />"Yes, dear, that I do," said Yvonne calmly. "After all, we've all got <br />to keep up appearances. I'll even shack up once in a while with a man, <br />but this is where my heart is."<br /><br />She reached over and embraced Carole. They kissed quickly, and then <br />Yvonne turned to Suzanne and smiled.<br /><br />"I could feel something when I was putting the cream on you," she said. <br />"You'd like a little fun, wouldn't you? Come on, admit it. You're as <br />horny as ever right now."<br /><br />Suzanne flushed and bit her lip again. Carole laughed.<br /><br />"You ever had sex with a girl?" she asked bluntly. "No? I thought not. <br />Well, I guess today's the day for education. Lay back and enjoy it, <br />dear. Yvonne taught me everything, and believe me, she knows what she's <br />doing."<br /><br />Yvonne reached over and put her hand between Suzanne's legs. "Once you <br />enjoy it, you'll forget all about those boys," she murmured. "You might <br />even forget about men, period."<br /><br />Suzanne felt a shudder pass through her body as Yvonne's fingers probed <br />her canal, touching her clitoris. No, no, no, this is wrong, she <br />thought quickly; I mustn't. I mustn't. Yet why not? The gentle <br />persuasion of those fingers could not be denied. Suzanne closed her <br />eyes, and then she felt the soft pressure of Yvonne's lips on her own, <br />and Yvonne's tongue pushed into her mouth. Instinctively she responded, <br />and she heard Yvonne's breath heavy on her as the woman exhaled deeply, <br />pulled their bodies together and they kissed with all the passion <br />possible.<br /><br />After a moment, they broke apart, and Yvonne smiled at her tenderly. <br />"See. That didn't hurt a bit, did it? Now you lay back and Carole and <br />I'll show you what it's all about."<br /><br />Carole scooted over, her breasts swinging in front of her, and Suzanne <br />suddenly realized what big tits the girl had. Beautiful big tits, with <br />upturned nipples that pointed provocatively at her.<br /><br />Yvonne's mouth closed over hers again, and as they kissed, Suzanne felt <br />something warm and wet sliding up her leg. She glanced quickly down and <br />saw Carole's head bobbing between her legs; she was licking her skin, <br />up and down the inside of her thighs, working slowly up to her bush, <br />and finally lowering her mouth over it, her tongue probing in, licking <br />her clitoris and sending sensuous thrills through Suzanne's body as she <br />had never before dreamed possible. Oh, how wonderful, she thought, how <br />soft, delicious and wonderful; better than that hard, ugly rod that had <br />probed her vagina so violently earlier that day. Oh, yes, more, more, <br />suck it, suck it.<br /><br />She began twisting her body, writhing in ecstasy. Yvonne's hands were <br />on her breasts, caressing them, touching her nipples and rubbing her <br />skin, still moist from the cream. Carole concentrated her attention on <br />her moist, oozing crack, her tongue licking and pushing in and out <br />slowly and with infinite tenderness and erotic titillation. Suzanne <br />began moaning, and her arms went around Yvonne, holding her close and <br />holding her tightly.<br /><br />"Oh, yes, yes," she breathed, and then from inside her she felt an urge <br />that she had known was there, but had never allowed surface, and she <br />screamed out, "Fuck me, fuck me."<br /><br />Yvonne pulled away quickly and grinned at her.<br /><br />"Wow, we've got a little tiger here," she murmured. "What do you know?"<br /><br />Suzanne pulled Yvonne's head to her own, and kissed her passionately, <br />running her tongue over the woman's checks and neck. Yvonne shook with <br />passion, and her hands played over Suzanne's body.<br /><br />Suzanne felt as if she was floating up off the bed and looking down, <br />watching this strange drama being played out by a cast of three, two <br />obviously experienced and the other new to the arena but with a <br />multitude of hidden desires that were boiling up and taking control, <br />turning the sweet, innocent little girl into a voracious animal with <br />fire in her loins that demanded quenching.<br /><br />Without realizing what she was doing, Suzanne reached down and began <br />feeling Yvonne's breasts. They were rather small and flat, but they <br />felt like the most sensuous orbs, capable of arousing her even more; <br />hungrily Suzanne lowered her lips and took a nipple between her teeth <br />and bit gently. Yvonne gasped and her fingers dug into Suzanne's flesh <br />in response, and almost with the same movement she pushed Suzanne over <br />on the bed, and her tongue went down, licking her flesh. Yvonne swung <br />around so that her hips were opposite Suzanne's head, and it seemed the <br />most natural thing in the world as Suzanne's mouth descended on the <br />dark brown bush between Yvonne's legs, and her fingers pulled the lips <br />apart and her tongue pushed in, licking and tasting for the first time <br />the warm wetness within her cunt.<br /><br />Yvonne and Carole both began exploring Suzanne's crotch. Carole's <br />fingers held it apart, and they both gazed inside at the hot, soft <br />flesh oozing with juices of desire. Yvonne's lips rubbed over the <br />folds, and she took the clitoris between her teeth, the end of her <br />tongue flicking across it, sending stabs of ecstasy through Suzanne's <br />body.<br /><br />Their bodies blended, twisting and turning, crawling over each other, <br />their fingers and tongues exploring every crack and crevice, receiving <br />and imparting the most erotic delights that are possible. Suzanne could <br />scarcely believe herself; only hours before, she had been pinned <br />beneath a vicious thrusting male, hurting and pleasuring her at the <br />same time, and making her scream for mercy and relief from the scene. <br />And here she was, embroiled once more in an orgy of sensual delight. <br />What did it matter? Who cared? Sex rose up within her, demanding <br />relief; her lifelong frustrations and continence had driven her over <br />the edge. For the first time she was indulging without inhibition, <br />without any reservations. No more the timid little girl masturbating by <br />herself in the privacy of her room; here she was, naked and aroused, <br />intertwined with two other bodies, each eager for the ultimate peak of <br />ecstasy, and not caring how it came, or with whom. And it was with two <br />girls. Did this mean she was really a lesbian? Suzanne didn't care, and <br />hardly thought about it. She only knew deep within her that these two <br />girls would not hurt her the way the boys had - they were being gentle, <br />tender, yet at the same time violently arousing. With every feather <br />touch of their tongues, her vagina quivered with increasing delight, <br />its folds voluptuously reacting to their stimulus. There was nothing <br />but sweet, lovely sex, a stimulation she never dreamed possible. This <br />was the way it should have been before; this was the way she bad hoped <br />it would always be, with Sam, with anyone, who cared? It was sex - <br />pure, wonderful, cunt-twitching, tit-twisting, lip-sucking sex - and <br />she was loving every second of it.<br /><br />Her throat began making little animal sounds of pleasure as she sucked <br />and licked around Yvonne's crotch. She thrilled to the hardness of the <br />woman's clitoris between her lips, caressing her with tenderness and <br />passion. And between her own legs, the others were paying homage to her <br />sweet, hot little pussy, giving and getting their pleasure from her <br />innermost erotic feelings.<br /><br />Suddenly Suzanne knew it couldn't go on much longer; she felt the slow <br />surge of deep desire, right from her vagina down to the mouth of her <br />womb, throughout every part of her. Her breasts were quivering, her <br />thighs twitching, her entire body trembling with the approaching <br />climax, and then she screamed out, "I'm coming, Jesus God, I'm there, <br />I'm there. Fuck me, fuck me!" And Yvonne's tongue pushed even harder <br />into her canal as her insides convulsed and she felt the warm rush of <br />her juices spewing forth, running down to Yvonne's greedily licking <br />mouth. Her hands clawed at the body next to hers, clawed at the air, <br />and she was totally unaware of what she was saying or doing; the <br />overpowering strength of the orgasm, the most beautiful orgasm she had <br />ever experienced, took over and drove all else from her mind.<br /><br />Suzanne felt it lasted forever, and then it was over, and she lay back, <br />exhausted but immeasurably satisfied and feeling so content she wasn't <br />quite sure whether she was lying on the bed, or floating on clouds.<br /><br />She was dimly aware of Carole and Yvonne continuing for a little while, <br />until they both climaxed, each moaning and thrashing together on the <br />bed, their bodies blending, their breasts flying and their mouths <br />covering each other's cunts. Then they lay back, breathing heavily, and <br />Yvonne kept saying, "Oh, sweet Jesus, I don't believe it, I don't <br />believe it."<br /><br />Carole slid off the bed and went to the bathroom. When she returned, <br />she lit a cigarette and sat up against the headboard, smoking and <br />staring down at Suzanne with a sly grin on her face.<br /><br />"You're something else," she commented.<br /><br />"She is that," said Yvonne, opening her eyes and reaching for Carole's <br />cigarette. "Gimme a drag." She inhaled deeply, her eyes on Carole, then <br />she turned and looked at Suzanne. "That was pretty good for an amateur, <br />baby."<br /><br />Carole laughed coarsely. "Amateur? Huh!"<br /><br />Suzanne smiled at them. "That's the first time ever for me," she said <br />in a small voice. "But ..."<br /><br />"But it's something you've always wanted to do, is that it?" said <br />Yvonne.<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "And it was so much better than with the boys today."<br /><br />Carole laughed. "Compliments will get you everywhere."<br /><br />"No, I mean it," said Suzanne. "With the boys I was scared, and they <br />hurt me. There was no tenderness. No ..." She paused for a moment. "No <br />love," she finished shyly.<br /><br />Yvonne smiled, and patted her on the shoulder.<br /><br />"You're very sweet, love," she said sincerely, "and I won't deny I've <br />always wanted us to ball. But in any type of sex, it's the feeling <br />behind it that counts. I think you've always had a lot of feeling, and <br />just needed that first time to break the dam, if you'll excuse the <br />simile."<br /><br />Carole laughed. "I felt the same way. Yvonne was my first girl."<br /><br />"And I don't feel bad about it, either," said Suzanne defiantly. "I <br />mean ..."<br /><br />"Okay, okay," said Yvonne. "This ain't the time for soul-searching. Or <br />for a dissertation on sex. It's time for bed. And for sleep. Come on, <br />I'm bushed."<br /><br />"Me, too," said Carole, mashing her cigarette in the ashtray.<br /><br />"You know something?" said Suzanne with a giggle. "I'm ready to go <br />again."<br /><br />Yvonne and Carole exchanged looks.<br /><br />"Dear God, what have we started?" said Yvonne, and she leaned over and <br />gave Suzanne a playful spank on her rear end.<br /><br />"You're going to bed and to sleep, young lady," she said in mock <br />severity. "Tomorrow's another day."<br /><br />Carole reached for the light switch, and the room plunged into <br />darkness. There was a rustle as they adjusted themselves under the <br />covers. Yvonne and Carole lay together, their arms about one another. <br />Suzanne lay, her back to them, and closed her eyes. Her body was still <br />glowing, and her vagina felt sensitive and satisfied. The memory of the <br />boys had faded beneath the knowledge of her recent actions with the <br />girls; how wonderful it had been, she thought. This means that maybe we <br />can do it again tomorrow ...<br /><br />Tomorrow ... what would happen tomorrow? Would those boys come back? <br />What should she do about it? As she slipped into sleep, she pictured <br />Clayton's large black cock, its surface shiny and the head oozing as it <br />was waved in front of her. It hadn't been that bad, she thought; maybe <br />... She shivered, and was asleep.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 5<br /><br /><br />The early morning light filtered through the drapes, and in the street <br />the first sounds of activity could be heard. A friendly shout between <br />two men echoed up to the room, and Suzanne stirred, opened her eyes and <br />looked about. At first she felt a stab of uncertainty, then she <br />realized where she was. Then she remembered what had happened the night <br />before, and her face went scarlet. She looked over her shoulder and saw <br />Yvonne and Carole, still asleep, their arms about each other, a look of <br />beatific contentment on their faces. Oh, God, what have I done, she <br />thought. How could I possibly have joined them in that orgy of sensual <br />delight? Suzanne shivered and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Ah, but <br />it was wonderful, wasn't it? It was the best sex ever. But what about <br />the boys?<br /><br />She shivered again, remembering the harshness of the boys' words, <br />actions and manner; yet there was something primitive and appealing <br />about it. God, she didn't want to go through that again, but she did <br />feel that she wouldn't mind having sex again with a man. After all, <br />that wonderful piece of meat, that lovely long lance that could <br />pleasure her vagina with such ecstasy. Oh, yes, she wanted that again.<br /><br />She wondered who it would be with; she hoped it would be Sam, because <br />she knew Sam's penis was large and long. She had not touched it, but <br />she had seen it, sticking up out of his pants that night on Belle Isle. <br />Oh, why didn't she give in and take it then? Sam might not have gone <br />off to Europe. They might even have been married by now. She knew she <br />loved him, and he loved her, so why didn't she? She wanted to; <br />remembering back, she knew she did want to feel it, to take it between <br />her lips and suck it till his sperm shot out in great gobs into her <br />mouth, coating her tongue with delicious saltiness before being <br />swallowed and becoming a part of her. Oh, yes, she had wanted him that <br />night; she had wanted him many nights, but she could never bring <br />herself to go through with it. She always remembered those moments when <br />her mother had said to her, "Suzanne, remember, nice girls don't. Only <br />cheap little tramps will indulge before marriage." And she had wanted <br />to ask her mother then whether she hadn't made it with a boy before she <br />married.<br /><br />But there was something about Mrs. Delacorte that made Suzanne afraid <br />of asking anything so intimate. Her mother was very prone to discussing <br />the intimacies of Grosse Pointe gossip, but something as personal as <br />sex was taboo. There had been several times when her father had brought <br />up the subject, often in a joke, and Suzanne felt a warmth; but <br />inevitably her mother would freeze them both with a cutting remark and <br />comments about "not being coarse."<br /><br />Now that she had finally experienced sex, an overwhelming orgy of <br />sensation, she wondered why and how the whole aura of dirt and <br />revulsion became attached to the subject. After all, it was a most <br />enjoyable experience; at least, despite the horror of the attack by the <br />boys, she knew that the ultimate penetration and orgasm was something <br />undeniably pleasurable. And with someone tender and loving, as Yvonne <br />and Carole had been the night before, it was the greatest release, the <br />highest expression of emotion. Yet why, then, did she still feel such <br />pangs of remorse, such a feeling of guilt and self-recrimination?<br /><br />Suzanne looked over towards the two sleeping girls and wondered whether <br />they felt the same ugly gnawing in their stomachs after indulging in <br />relations? Obviously not, if they had been living together as lovers. <br />Yet how could Yvonne also have sex with men? Suzanne had read a <br />marginal amount of literature on the subject, but she was aware of <br />Freud's bisexual theories, which must have some basis of fact, judging <br />from her own reaction the night before and her active participation in <br />sexplay.<br /><br />But still, she couldn't help wondering how she was ever able to indulge <br />with the girls, not merely the act itself but so soon after the <br />traumatic experience with the boys. It must have been Yvonne's tender <br />massage of her breasts and her vagina, she knew that was it. Any girl <br />would react to such a stimulus; yet she knew deep within her that it <br />was more than that. It were as though a demon had been loosed in her <br />loins. Held back for so long, she finally felt her inhibitions falling <br />away. She wanted to indulge, she wanted to enjoy the delights of sex, <br />to throw herself with complete abandon into the most perverse practices <br />she could imagine, provided they were pleasant and didn't hurt anyone <br />and, most of all, there was no violence except in the intensity of the <br />sexual feeling that quivered in her.<br /><br />With a sigh, Suzanne pressed her hand to her forehead to ease the ache <br />that had just begun. There was a movement on the bed and she heard a <br />low moan.<br /><br />"Oh, God, it's morning," said Yvonne, her voice sounding like the <br />rumble of the trucks up and down Woodward Avenue.<br /><br />"Hi," said Suzanne.<br /><br />Yvonne reached out a thin arm for the cigarettes on the night stand. <br />She shook one out of the package and clicked the lighter, inhaling <br />deeply and leaning back, holding Carole's still sleeping body in one <br />arm.<br /><br />"Oh, that's better." Yvonne managed a grin and tapped Suzanne's <br />shoulder with her forefinger, still holding the cigarette in her hand.<br /><br />"How's our little violated virgin this morning?"<br /><a href="http://o5wdex6cfytou6cl4e.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/28/307/307697859.jpg"></a> <br />"Okay, I think."<br /><br />"That doesn't sound very convincing."<br /><br />Suzanne shifted in the bed. "Oh, I've just been lying here thinking."<br /><br />Yvonne heaved under a sudden attack of coughing.<br /><br />"That can be dangerous, especially at this hour. I guess you've got all <br />sorts of guilty feelings running around that head of yours, huh?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "I'm ... a little confused."<br /><br />"Aren't we all? Let me tell you something." Yvonne took another deep <br />drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly. "I won't hand out advice, <br />but I'll make a few comments. You've gone through a lot in the past two <br />days. I mean, with sex. I know what happened with those little bastards <br />must've shaken you to the bottom of your carnal cavern, and last night, <br />well ..." Yvonne laughed softly. "That's another bag of beans entirely. <br />But am I right in saying that you've had more sex the last two days <br />than you've ever had before?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "I've never had sex before. Ever. Not with anyone. But <br />... but I've often wanted to."<br /><br />"Why didn't you? I thought you and Sam were pretty thick there for a <br />while."<br /><br />"Well, mother's always told me it wasn't right. I mean, not until after <br />you're married."<br /><br />Yvonne snorted loudly. "Yeah, I get the picture."<br /><br />"I wanted to, but I just couldn't. There was one night, no, there were <br />lots of nights when we almost did, but right at the last minute I'd <br />hear mother's voice and I lost interest."<br /><br />Yvonne nodded. "It sounds like lots of mothers I know. They may have <br />screwed their asses off when they were teenagers, but they don't want <br />their daughters to do it. Some sort of moral retribution or whatever. <br />Hell, I'm disgusted with people like that. Including your mother. I <br />feel it's better to be open about things than brainwash someone until <br />they're so full of guilt and misery that they never can enjoy sex, even <br />after they're married. I know lots of couples like that. I mean, <br />married, but still have a hang-up which stems from an overly strict <br />upbringing. Maybe that's why I'm so free about things."<br /><br />Suzanne frowned and stared at her friend for a moment.<br /><br />"But how ... I mean, I don't understand how you can say you and Carole <br />are lovers, and yet you can still go with men. You said last night you <br />do."<br /><br />Yvonne nodded. "Yes, I do, sometimes. Like Jeff. I've shacked up with <br />him a couple of times, but then he's one of the few men in my life that <br />really turns me on. I mean, he's without a doubt the sexiest guy on <br />campus. You've got to admit that. And what he does in bed is a whole <br />chapter out of my diary. Oh, wow, that guy is something else again. <br />He's got a body that won't quit and a cock that should become a <br />national monument one of these days. Not that I'm hung up on big cocks, <br />mind you," Yvonne added hastily. "But Jeff's is about the most <br />beautiful piece of meat I've ever seen on any man, bar none."<br /><br />Suzanne giggled. "Is it as big as they say it is?"<br /><br />Yvonne reached for the ashtray and mashed her cigarette, erupting with <br />a deep laugh at the same time.<br /><br />"So you're curious as well? I noticed the way you were watching him in <br />Verne's the other day. I guess every chick at Wayne would like to know. <br />Well, I'll tell you, my former vestal virgin. Jeff's cock is long. It's <br />also rather thick. It has enough foreskin over the end to make drapes <br />for this entire apartment. His balls could double on the pool table, <br />and when that whole gorgeous area stands up to attention, I feel like a <br />dog beside a fireplug; I just want to lift my legs and wrap myself <br />around it. He really is quite incredible."<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "That colored guy Clayton is big."<br /><br />"They say all colored studs are bigger'n white guys, but let me assure <br />you, Jeff'd give the whole goddamn NAACP a run for its money. Also, I <br />guess for me the most important thing about that adorable man's penis <br />is the fact that it's very white, very smooth. No big veins like some. <br />Just one big white lollipop waiting to be licked." Yvonne shifted in <br />the bed and laughed again. "Jeez, I'd better stop this. I'm getting <br />horny just thinking about him."<br /><br />Suzanne laughed. "I've often wanted to know Jeff better. I've only said <br />hello a couple of times. But I know he lays just about any girl he can, <br />and I felt it wasn't any use, you know trying to know him, because I <br />wouldn't go to bed with him."<br /><br />"But that was before, dear," said Yvonne crisply. "And now? Would you <br />now?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded slowly. "Maybe I would. I don't know for sure. I still <br />love Sam, and he's the one I really want."<br /><br />Yvonne smiled. "Well, let me tell you something else, then. I love <br />Carole. She's everything to me. But we've been together long enough to <br />know that love is based on more than just sex. Which is why I'm able to <br />shack up with some guy, or like last night, we're both able to have a <br />little orgy with some other girl, and not let this get in the way of <br />our feelings for each other. Sex is sex. To me, and to Carole, it's <br />part of the scene, but not the most important. We can take it or leave <br />it. We always take it, though, I assure you. And I've always believed <br />in not having sex with someone just because you might feel like it at <br />the time. Like with you, I've wanted to ball you ever since we met. But <br />I got to know you, and I knew there'd be a right time. It's like every <br />person: there's a right time, a right place, a right individual, and <br />then everything fits. Everything comes out right, like last night. You <br />enjoyed it, didn't you?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. "Of course I did. You know that."<br /><br />"Sure. And maybe we'll ball again. Who knows? And don't you go getting <br />any romantic notions about me or Carole just because we had a little <br />pussy for late supper. It was something that was fun; it happened and <br />it's over."<br /><br />"You sound so sensible about things," said Suzanne. "I wish I were. I'm <br />still kinda confused, because ..." She hesitated. "You see, the way I <br />suddenly became so sexy last night, it sorta scares me, looking back on <br />it. I mean, now I feel I've done something very wrong. When the boys <br />attacked me, that was different. They forced me. But last night, I did <br />it because I wanted to. You understand? I really wanted to do <br />everything we did, and even while I was doing it, I felt it was wrong, <br />but I didn't care. Something stronger made me do it. And it was <br />wonderful. But now I'm wondering: how about what I really feel? Do I <br />want men? Do I want women? Oh, Yvonne, I feel so terrible."<br /><br />"Yes, yes, yes." Yvonne reached over and patted Suzanne on the <br />shoulder. "You're only going through a delayed adolescence. Hell, you <br />should have been behaving like this five years ago, but then you've got <br />that mother of yours to thank for that. She should join Billy Graham <br />instead of organizing tea parties for the Grosse Pointe Ladies' Club. <br />Anyway, try not to feel guilty. Would you believe lots of girls, and <br />men, too, will mess around like we did. It doesn't mean you're a dyke. <br />It just means you let go because you'd been primed right. Jeff even <br />told me once that he'd had a wild evening with some guys over on Forest <br />Avenue at some house there. You know that big three-story one near <br />Lincoln? They call it Homosexual Haven because of all the queens living <br />there. Well, Jeff says he kinda hung one on over there, but that <br />doesn't mean he's giving up girls. And what we did last night doesn't <br />mean you're giving up boys. I'll bet the minute Sam gets back into <br />town, you'll be rolling into bed with him so fast it'll make your boobs <br />turn to jelly."<br /><br />Suzanne laughed. "Yeah, maybe so. Oh, Yvonne, you're so wonderful. I <br />wish I'd gone to bed with you a year ago. Maybe I wouldn't be so <br />screwed up right now."<br /><br />Yvonne pursed her lips and nodded slowly. "I wish we had, too, but <br />then, like I said, these things always happen at the right time. <br />Seriously, baby, you do have a problem with those little finks up the <br />street."<br /><br />Suzanne felt a stab of terror as the memory returned, and her pleasant <br />talk with Yvonne suddenly disappeared in a sea of apprehension.<br /><br />"Oh, dear, I'd almost forgotten."<br /><br />Yvonne laughed grimly. "Well, let me tell you, they'll probably be <br />back. They know you're scared out of your wits, and the fact that <br />they've laid you already only means they think they can do it again. So <br />remember, don't open your door under any circumstances until you know <br />who it is. And if for any reason they do get in, scream bloody murder."<br /><br />"I've been thinking maybe I should move."<br /><br />"No, that's only running away. It'll have to get pretty hairy before <br />I'd advise that."<br /><br />Suzanne pondered a moment. "You know, the sad thing about it is I <br />didn't think Donald was like that. In fact, I believe he'd be all right <br />if it weren't for his brother and his influence. Ted's the bad one in <br />that family. But Donald is a nice boy at heart."<br /><br />"Nice? He fucked you, too, didn't he?"<br /><br />"Yes, but ... well, okay, so they all did, and it was pretty horrible, <br />but at least I noted a different feeling with Donald. I mean, he's <br />younger. He's got some tenderness in him."<br /><br />"You mean he had his tenderness in you, don't you?"<br /><br />"No, come off it. I mean, he's a good kid at heart, but he's been led <br />astray. That's what I want to find out about this neighborhood, about <br />the people who live here. Is it because they're bad themselves, which I <br />don't believe, or is it the poverty, the misery they live in which <br />makes them that way?"<br /><br />Yvonne sighed. "Listen, Miss Goodbody, you can't change the world. <br />You've got to take it as it is. And those characters are all the same. <br />They start fucking at six and they'd do it if they lived in Grosse <br />Pointe or the Appalachians, where most of them come from, anyway. No, <br />dear, there's some who just don't have the inborn reserve about sex <br />that we expect. So don't waste your time with them. If you want to see <br />them again, of course, that's a different matter." She giggled. "Maybe <br />they're good sex. Were they? I mean, how big were their cocks?"<br /><br />Suzanne flushed. "Stop it."<br /><br />"No, I won't. Tell me. I mean, I know you don't have much basis for <br />comparison, but you can tell, can't you? Like this Donald that you seem <br />to be in a tizzy about. Was he as big as his brother, or the colored <br />boy?"<br /><br />"No, he wasn't, but he was big, I'm sure, for his age. Ted was bigger, <br />and Clayton was really big, and real thick, too."<br /><br />Yvonne laughed. "Like the three bears, huh? Momma, poppa and baby bear. <br />Let me ask you something. Suppose they came back, no threats, no <br />violence, but real nice, calm, reserved, and said how about it? Would <br />you go to bed with any of them again from choice?"<br /><br />Suzanne flushed. "I don't ever want to see any of them again," she <br />said.<br /><br />"You don't sound very positive about that."<br /><br />"Well, maybe Donald."<br /><br />Yvonne's laugh caused Carole's eyes to open, and she murmured, "Shut <br />your hole, godammit, I'm trying to sleep." Suzanne smiled self-<br />consciously.<br /><br />"He is kinda sweet," she murmured. "I like him, too."<br /><br />"You mean you like him because he's young, sexy, well-built, and has a <br />big cock. Oh, dear, how typical can we get?"<br /><br />Yvonne reached for another cigarette, and inhaled deeply.<br /><br />"I'm willing to bet you do have sex with him again. Maybe with all <br />three."<br /><br />"No, never."<br /><br />"Okay, okay, I was only kidding you. After all, dear, I know you're <br />still pretty shook up over what happened, and there's no use sitting <br />around moping about it. So I find it's often better to make a joke of <br />things."<br /><br />"Well, that's no joke, believe me."<br /><br />"Okay. I'm sorry."<br /><br />Suzanne paused a moment, then giggled wickedly.<br /><br />"But if Donald comes back alone, and is nice to me, well, who knows?"<br /><br />"Oh, you little bitch!"<br /><br />They both broke into loud laughter, and Carole raised up and glared at <br />them.<br /><br />"Son-of-a-bitch," she muttered. "Fuck all night and talk all day. Never <br />a peaceful moment around here, that's for sure." She leaned over and <br />kissed Yvonne lightly. "Good morning, love," she said warmly.<br /><br />Suzanne stared at the two girls, and for a moment envied their obvious <br />closeness, their rapport, the feeling that they shared.<br /><br />"Good morning, Suzanne," said Carole, putting her hand over and <br />squeezing her softly. "You okay today?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded. Carole swung her legs out of the bed, stood up and <br />stretched, yawning loudly. "I'll go put the coffee on," she said, <br />moving towards the kitchen.<br /><br />Yvonne winked at Suzanne. "Just like a good little wife," she said <br />coyly. "Come back here for a quickie, Carole."<br /><br />"Fuck you," came the voice from the kitchen, quite pleasantly.<br /><br />Yvonne laughed. "You know what a dyke with a hard-on looks like?" <br />Suzanne shook her head, and Yvonne stuck her tongue out and held it <br />there, projecting stiffly from her lips. Suzanne laughed, and Carole <br />put her head round the door.<br /><br />"That broad's always got a hard-on," she commented.<br /><br />"With you around, can you blame me?" replied Yvonne casually, slipping <br />out of bed and reaching for her robe. "Well, I'm going to take a <br />healthy crap, if you'll excuse my French."<br /><br />She disappeared into the bathroom, and Suzanne lay back, staring across <br />the room, and thinking how wonderful it would be to have a close friend <br />to live with; maybe not for sex, but just for company. She envied <br />Yvonne and Carole; their life together seemed so secure, so fulfilling.<br /><br />With a sigh, she sat up on the edge of the bed, put on her robe, and <br />walked into the kitchen and sat down. Already the percolator had begun <br />filling the air with a pungent aroma. She felt refreshed and cheerful.<br /><br />"I have a class at nine," she remarked, looking at the clock, which <br />pointed to seven-fifteen.<br /><br />"You mean you want to bug out?" asked Carole, busily washing dishes at <br />the sink.<br /><br />"No, I'll have some coffee, and then I'd better get back to my place <br />and clean up."<br /><br />"Okay. You can eat here if you like. We've got plenty."<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head. "No, I'm not hungry. Some coffee'll be fine, <br />though, thanks."<br /><br />She stared at the other girl, standing naked at the sink, and admired <br />her figure, so slender, yet with such full breasts and wide hips, <br />immeasurably feminine. There was no trace of embarrassment in her <br />manner; it seemed so natural for her to be without clothes. In the back <br />of her mind, Suzanne heard her mother's voice, echoing back from years <br />before ... "A lady never goes around naked. Even your father's never <br />seen me without something on. I believe in modesty, like every self-<br />respecting woman."<br /><br />She smiled to herself. If only her mother could see her now, she <br />thought.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />The front door closed behind her, and Suzanne locked it with a sigh of <br />relief. Even though she knew it would be too early for any young man to <br />have rape on his mind, she was taking no chances. She had had Yvonne <br />scout the stairway before she left the apartment for her own, and once <br />inside, the warm comforting glow she experienced with her friends began <br />to disappear. She was once more alone; once more vulnerable.<br /><br />Stop it, she whispered to herself, walking into the bathroom and <br />turning on the hot water faucets in the tub, there's no sense being <br />ridiculous about it. The door's locked. You're safe. Maybe safe from <br />physical harm for the moment, but what about her own fears? What about <br />her own desires? Would she ever be safe from those?<br /><br />Impatiently Suzanne hung up her robe behind the bathroom door and <br />reached for her toothbrush. Energetically she attacked her teeth, <br />scrubbing harder than usual, as if through the act she would help chase <br />the feeling gnawing at her stomach, aching in her loins. Yes, she <br />couldn't deny it, coupled with the fright was the deep desire for <br />something to happen again, something that would help mature her <br />burgeoning sexuality, help make it blossom to its fullest so she could <br />no longer think of herself as a girl but as a woman, filled with all <br />the passionate responses a woman should have, able to handle any <br />situation where a man (or a woman) was concerned. Yes, it wasn't just <br />sex with men now; it was sex, plain and not so simple. It was the tiger <br />let loose in the jungle of her pubic hair.<br /><br />She turned off the water and eased herself into the tub, letting her <br />body slide beneath the warm water, savoring the sensual pleasure of the <br />splashing against her skin, vitalizing her vagina again with erotic <br />desire and bringing her breasts once more to erection. It was true; as <br />her fingers rubbed over her magnificent orbs, she felt the nipples firm <br />beneath her touch. Jeez, had she turned into a raving sex maniac?<br /><br />She closed her eyes, and with the soap in one hand she slicked her <br />other and rubbed herself, carefully, sensually. Her fingers massaged <br />her breasts and nipples, and her mind fled back to Yvonne's soft <br />caresses the night before. Mentally she felt Yvonne's fingers on her <br />body, Yvonne's softness exciting her to a fever pitch of desire. Her <br />groin tingled with the rising tide of sexual arousal, and slowly she <br />let her fingers slide down, across her stomach, and come to rest in her <br />bush, pushing her labia open and reaching their final goal.<br /><br />She felt the electric thrill as her finger touched her clitoris, <br />already hard and throbbing. She gripped it, caressed it, rubbed the <br />shaft, pinched it, and her hips began undulating gently. In her mind <br />she remembered Carole's tongue paying homage to her pussy, bringing her <br />even greater delights than the hard prick which had cruelly defiled her <br />earlier. But had it been that cruel? Had Donald really hurt her that <br />much? He may have scared her, being stronger and holding her down, but <br />once he had slipped that lovely long cock into her eager pulsating <br />pussy, had it been that bad? She had to admit honestly it hadn't; she <br />had loved it. She relished the thought of it cramming deep into her <br />depths, its thickness pushing aside her cunt-lips, probing her vagina <br />and sending shivers of excitement up to the mouth of her womb. Deeper <br />... deeper, Donald ... let me have it all, let me have that rod, all <br />the way.<br /><br />Suzanne's fingers were pushing in and out of her wet, warm cavern, the <br />tantalizing sensations only made greater by the warm water lapping <br />around her body, licking at her breasts as they almost floated on top <br />of the surface. Her hips were moving quicker and quicker, making waves <br />that only stimulated every inch of her skin, making her wish Donald <br />were there, his tongue licking her all over. Not only Donald, but Ted <br />and Clayton, all three of them, their hands, tongues and cocks all <br />dragging over her, pushing into every crevice, bringing her the <br />greatest delight she was capable of experiencing. Yes, yes, all of <br />them; all those three wonderful cocks, all together, all pushing into <br />her. Yes, two cocks up her twat, the third up her asshole. She was <br />being fucked by them all at the same time. She slid one hand between <br />her buttocks and pushed a finger into her anus. Oh, Jeez, she couldn't <br />stand it. The sensations were mounting. Her asshole was on fire. Her <br />twat was oozing her juices. Her breasts were going to explode. Higher <br />and higher ... quicker and quicker ... rub that clitoris, up and down, <br />pinch it, squeeze it ... fuck me, fuck me ... Donald ... deeper. Ted, <br />quicker. Clayton, give that lovely big black piece of meat to me. All <br />of it, plunging deep into me. Oh, yes, yes ...<br /><br />With a strangled cry, Suzanne's body heaved, sending large splashes of <br />water up the sides of the tub, spilling over onto the floor as she <br />convulsed and felt her orgasm mounting, shaking her entire body, and <br />from her mouth came little animal moans of ecstasy.<br /><br />Slowly the feeling receded, and she lay still, her fingers still <br />manipulating her flesh slowly, gently as the waves of emotion receded, <br />becoming still as the waves in the bathtub. She opened her eyes and <br />stared down at herself. Oh, Christ, that was wonderful. It wasn't just <br />the physical orgasm; it was the thought that perhaps it might have been <br />those boys again. Yes, again, again. She wanted then again, loathful, <br />hateful, hurting; but she wanted them. Oh, God, what was she going to <br />do? What would she do when they came knocking at her door again, and <br />something told her they were coming. They would be there, all three of <br />them, panting, with enormous hard-ons sticking out of their pants, <br />those lovely shafts of gleaming meat, two white, one black, each <br />throbbing with anticipation, eager to sink into her unresisting body.<br /><br />Biting her lip, Suzanne climbed out of the tub and reached for a towel. <br />As she stood in front of the mirror, she stared at herself, filled with <br />loathing that she had allowed herself to be so carried away. What was <br />happening to her? Did all girls go through this when they first found <br />out about sex? She looked at her body. It was the same as it had been a <br />week before. There was no difference. Her eyes lifted, taking in her <br />crotch, her breasts, and then she looked at her face, at the smooth <br />round cheeks, the slightly upturned nose, the wide, sensual mouth, and <br />her eyes, staring back at her with a new expression, a new awareness of <br />her womanhood. And in that glance, she knew she had forever lost her <br />innocence; her childhood lay buried under a sea of come that spurted <br />out of a large, jerking penis while she stood beside it, hugging it <br />with her arms, crying because it was too big to take, and all she could <br />do was hug it and cry, "Fuck me, fuck me!"<br /><br />With a shudder, Suzanne walked into the living room and over to the <br />closet. As she slowly got dressed, she knew it was going to be a <br />difficult day, yet ten minutes later, as she bounced gaily down the <br />stairs and out into the sunshine, she smiled to herself and hummed a <br />tune. Come on, things weren't so bad, really; and what was so wrong <br />about letting oneself go?<br /><br />"Hi, Suzanne, how are you today?"<br /><br />It was her slovenly landlady, calling out from the door of her <br />apartment.<br /><br />"Fine, thanks, and you?"<br /><br />"Oh, I'm okay. Lovely day, isn't it?"<br /><br />"Sure is."<br /><br />She ran out the building and up the sidewalk, suddenly realizing she <br />only had seven minutes to make her class.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 6<br /><br /><br />The voice of the psychology instructor droned on, and Suzanne stared <br />blankly up at the podium, only catching an occasional word he said. She <br />had always liked her psychology class, not only because of the <br />instructor who happened to be rather handsome, but because of her <br />interest in the subject in relations to her project with the poorer <br />classes in the neighborhood. Yet today she found her interest <br />wandering, her mind too filled with other thoughts.<br /><br />She suddenly became aware he was addressing her.<br /><br />"I'm sorry," she apologized, feeling very foolish. "I didn't catch <br />that."<br /><br />The instructor smiled.<br /><br />"I was saying that many people are under the impression that the poorer <br />classes are more sexually active because it is the one entertainment <br />that costs them nothing. Have you found anything in your recent studies <br />to substantiate this theory?"<br /><br />Suzanne flushed, and in her mind she saw again the three boys, naked in <br />her living room, and her own body heaving beneath their attack.<br /><br />"Er ... Well ..." she began, "I really haven't done enough research <br />yet. But it sounds reasonable, don't you think?"<br /><br />The instructor smiled. "Not necessarily. Statistics show that there is <br />just as much promiscuity among the more affluent classes. I personally <br />do not think that poverty necessarily means a higher rate of sexual <br />activity. After all, individual sex drives are not predicated on <br />economic status. However, the illegitimate birth rate among the poor <br />seems to indicate that they perhaps do not have as much regard for the <br />consequences of their actions, and do not invest in contraceptive <br />devices to the same degree as the rich. One of the tragedies of the <br />lower income groups is their unusually high family size, which only <br />compounds their unfortunate economic position."<br /><br />A student raised his hand.<br /><br />"Perhaps the poor indulge in large families as a gesture of <br />accomplishment," he said. "It is the one function they can perform <br />without training. It's like they feel they might not be able to work <br />their way up to a position of social eminence, or professional <br />respectability, so they prove themselves biologically instead of <br />intellectually."<br /><br />The instructor laughed. "Interesting, but I don't think valid, in view <br />of research. Most economically deprived fathers are more interested in <br />satisfying their sex drive than their urge for social recognition."<br /><br />The young man was not to be put off.<br /><br />"What about the kids, though?" he persisted. "I've talked to some who <br />feel they've really made it when they can ball a rich chick instead of <br />someone in their own neighborhood. And there're lots of girls from <br />Grosse Pointe who'll go with a guy from a poor neighborhood because of <br />the kicks involved. You know, the idea of slumming, of being manhandled <br />forcibly to satisfy some masochistic tendency."<br /><br />"Ah." The instructor raised his eyebrows. "That's something else again. <br />True, many women will achieve greater sexual satisfaction from a <br />violent sexual encounter rather than the more refined or sophisticated <br />approach. And presuming that a young man from a rough neighborhood will <br />be more sexually aggressive, there is the sadistic impulse to prove <br />himself with a girl from a more refined background. And some girls will <br />often enjoy such encounters out of a perverse streak in their nature, <br />the desire to be degraded out of guilt for their affluent upbringing."<br /><br />Suzanne felt a slow flush creeping up her neck, and then her face was <br />scarlet, and she dropped her eyes, hoping that no one would notice or <br />comment. Inside her, she recognized her own reactions, the feeling she <br />had that morning in the bathtub as she visualized herself being <br />violated by the three boys. Despite the fear, there had been a strong <br />element of earthy satisfaction from the experience. She had enjoyed it, <br />and she knew she would want it to happen again. Maybe not under the <br />same frightening conditions, but definitely the physical reactions she <br />found more than usually stimulating. And she knew it was because the <br />boys were different from any she had socialized with before. Her Grosse <br />Pointe boyfriends were knowledgeable in the social graces; their speech <br />and manners were sophisticated; their enforced respect of her was a <br />barrier to the type of harsh physical manhandling she had endured the <br />last two days in her apartment. And yet despite their lack of <br />refinement, they had touched a pagan spark buried deep within her, a <br />spark now flaring with a consuming passion that excited her responses <br />at the very thought of it happening again.<br /><br />"Tell me, Suzanne, you have made contact with one family, I believe?" <br />The instructor was addressing her again. Oh, God, she hoped no one <br />would observe her flushed condition.<br /><br />She nodded.<br /><br />"There have been young men in the family?"<br /><br />"Yes, two brothers," she replied, a little hesitantly. "One is sixteen, <br />I think, the other about two years older."<br /><br />"Have you felt any desire on their part to deepen their contact with <br />you, maybe an indelicate suggestion, or have they been keeping their <br />distance?"<br /><br />She flushed. "I ... I wouldn't let them ..." she began, and the <br />instructor cut her short.<br /><br />"I'm not intimating that you would," he said brusquely. "But you can <br />tell whether there might be the desire on their part."<br /><br />"I would think that perhaps they might," she said slowly. "But on every <br />occasion I have talked with them while their mother was present. <br />They're not particularly well educated, though the younger one seems to <br />have some promise. I feel he shows more potential than his older <br />brother, who's just a little hood, I'd say."<br /><br />The instructor smiled. "Thank you, Suzanne. We'll be interested in <br />hearing more when you've completed your study of this family."<br /><br />Suzanne smiled, and looked down at her books again. She felt humiliated <br />at even having to discuss the boys, yet she knew it was only her <br />conscience bothering her; no one knew about what had happened. No one <br />but Yvonne and Carole, and she knew they wouldn't talk.<br /><br />The class ended, and she stumbled to the door, thankful to get out of <br />the close confines of the room and out into the fresh air. She took a <br />deep breath and began walking back to her apartment. She saw Carole in <br />the distance, and they waved at each other. Then as she turned the <br />corner on to Hancock, she saw a familiar figure in blue jeans and a <br />dirty shirt, lounging against the concrete abutment surrounding the <br />campus. Her heart almost stopped, but she continued walking, biting her <br />lips in fear.<br /><br />"Hi, Suzanne," said Donald, his young face breaking into a broad smile. <br />"You okay today?"<br /><br />"Yes, but no thanks to you," she snapped, walking past him. He fell <br />into step with her, and she glared at him.<br /><br />"Donald, if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to call the police," <br />she said uncertainly. "And what's more, I'll speak to your mother about <br />what's happened."<br /><br />Donald giggled. "That won't help. Ted's already told her we screwed <br />you."<br /><br />"He ... he what?" she gasped, stopping in her tracks and staring at him <br />disbelievingly.<br /><br />"It's true. He doesn't care."<br /><a href="http://ob4mx0e5h2qa2jqedf.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/28/182/1826350417.jpg"></a> <br />"And you do, I suppose?"<br /><br />He paused awkwardly.<br /><br />"I ... I like you, Suzanne. You know that, don't you? I'm really sorry <br />about everything, but I still like you. I'd like to do it again with <br />you, just you and me, nice and quiet."<br /><br />"You're a degenerate, like your brother," she snapped heatedly. "So <br />don't try and sweet talk me now." She paused, her chest heaving with <br />emotion. "What did your mother say?"<br /><br />Donald laughed. "She said he'd better watch out, that was all. She <br />doesn't care. She's too busy makin' out with her own boyfriends. She <br />fucks around quite a bit."<br /><br />Suzanne gasped. "In your house? With you boys there?"<br /><br />"Sure. What's wrong with that?"<br /><br />"Well, if you don't know, there's no sense telling you," said Suzanne, <br />pushing past him. "Goodbye, Donald, and don't try to follow me. I never <br />want to see you again."<br /><br />He stood still, looking at her retreating form walking quickly up the <br />sidewalk.<br /><br />"Hey."<br /><br />She stopped, and looked back.<br /><br />"See ya." He waved and grinned at her. With beating heart, Suzanne <br />turned and almost ran the rest of the way back to her apartment. She <br />let herself in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then she collapsed on <br />the couch, her body shaking.<br /><br />Oh, God, she murmured to herself, oh what'll I do if they come back? <br />She closed her eyes and rested until her heart had quieted down and her <br />limbs had stopped shaking.<br /><br />The gall of that boy! And telling their mother what they had done. What <br />sort of people were they? Were they completely lacking in moral <br />scruples? Had they no sense of decency at all? And yet he had confessed <br />he liked her and wanted to be with her again, just the two of them. She <br />was right. She had sensed a quality of tenderness in him before, and <br />she knew that taken away from his brother, his mother and his <br />environment, Donald could well shape into a worthwhile man. But did she <br />care? Did she really care what happened to this teenage rapist who had <br />forced himself upon her in much the same fashion as his brother and the <br />colored boy? No, she didn't; but she couldn't deny the response she <br />felt in her loins for him.<br /><br />She was reminded of Yvonne's frank discussion about Jeff, about men's <br />sex appeal and the size of their organs. Donald's penis was definitely <br />appealing to her. Unlike the gross size and thickness of his brother, <br />or Clayton's massive dark-skinned shaft, Donald's penis was smooth, <br />white and sensual-looking. While he might not have displayed as much <br />animal ferocity as the others, he had a technique which she found <br />immensely satisfying, and the penetration of his organ was infinitely <br />fulfilling for her. If she could only get Donald away from the others, <br />away from his present environment ... Suzanne shook her head and sat <br />up, wiping her eyes. This was ridiculous, she thought; it was Sam she <br />really wanted. Sam was the man of her dreams, the one she loved, and so <br />what was this perverse fantasy over a slum boy whose only appeal lay in <br />the seven inches of hard flesh he projected between his legs? Sam had <br />just as much, she felt sure, and Sam would certainly be tender, gentle <br />and when aroused, probably just as forcefully aggressive to appeal to <br />her animal instincts. Yes, Sam it was; not Donald. But when the hell <br />was he coming home? Oh, Sam, Sam ...<br /><br />She walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her burning <br />face. She patted herself dry, and felt better. She went over to the <br />desk, opened her books, and began to study.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />The sun had just dipped below the skyline when Suzanne realized she had <br />been sitting at her desk for several hours, absorbed in her work. The <br />clatter of footsteps on the stairs broke into her thoughts, and she <br />felt a pang of apprehension until she realized it must be a woman; the <br />noise of heels was unmistakable.<br /><br />"Hey, Suzanne, you home?"<br /><br />Carole's cheerful voice rang out, and Suzanne walked quickly over to <br />the door, unlocked it, and let the girl in.<br /><br />"Wow, I'm bushed," she said, collapsing on the couch as Suzanne closed <br />the door and locked it again. "How are you feeling today?"<br /><br />Suzanne grinned. "Oh, I'm fine."<br /><br />"Any sign of those monsters?"<br /><br />"No, but I ran into Donald on campus. He must've been waiting to talk <br />to me. He said he wanted us to ball again, just him and me."<br /><br />Carole snorted. "I hope you kicked him right in the crotch."<br /><br />"No, I told him if he didn't stop bothering me, I'd call the police. <br />But you know something? I threatened to tell his mother, and he said <br />Ted had already told what happened, and the woman wasn't fazed at all. <br />Can you beat that?"<br /><br />Carol shrugged. "Typical. These mothers are nothing but legalized <br />whores. I've yet to meet one that has any semblance of dignity or <br />decency. It's sad, it really is. I guess they're not much better than <br />animals. It's a pity they can't be segregated somewhere away from the <br />rest of us who know how to live a clean life."<br /><br />Suzanne giggled. "Maybe so, but then there're some who might say the <br />same about you and Yvonne."<br /><br />Carole's eyes widened. "Oh, knock it off!" she exploded. "You're mixing <br />apples and pears. Don't tell me you put me in the same category?"<br /><br />"Of course not," said Suzanne quickly. "I was just trying to be <br />objective."<br /><br />Carole sniffed. "After last night, you have no basis for being <br />objective, dear," she commented softly. She stared at Suzanne for a <br />moment. "You're terribly nice, you know. In bed, I mean."<br /><br />"Thanks. I can use a few compliments."<br /><br />They both laughed, and Carole lit a cigarette.<br /><br />"Jeez, I really am tired. Two classes today, and an interview about a <br />part-time job."<br /><br />"Tell you what," said Suzanne. "Why don't you and Yvonne have dinner <br />here with me tonight? I've got a whole mess of stuff in the <br />refrigerator. Come on, I'd love to."<br /><br />Carole smiled. "Oh, you certainly know the right things to say at the <br />right time," she murmured. "It's a deal. Yvonne'll be home soon. You <br />plan to eat early? I'm actually starved."<br /><br />"Whenever you want," replied Suzanne, moving into the kitchen. "I'll <br />start right away."<br /><br />"Okay," said Carole, rising. "I'll go clean up and put on my robe, and <br />when Yvonne gets home, we'll come up. Okay?"<br /><br />She went over to the door. "Hey, Suzanne, come and lock the door behind <br />me." She giggled as Suzanne came into the room. "We don't want any <br />unwanted company, now, do we?"<br /><br />"You bet."<br /><br />Suzanne locked the door behind her, and went back into the kitchen, <br />humming to herself. She felt her spirits rising at the prospect of <br />company. She remembered her thoughts the night before, seeing the <br />closeness between Yvonne and Carole. Well, if she didn't have a <br />roommate, at least she'd be having some good company, and she looked <br />forward to a good dinner with pleasant conversation and afterwards ... <br />Suzanne grinned to herself wickedly. Who knows? She thought maybe <br />afterwards they might all roll into bed again. It was fun, she had to <br />admit; it was real fun, and wonderful sex. Just at the thought, she <br />felt a twinge within her and a tingle in her loins. Yes, it just might <br />be a wonderful evening again. She licked her lips in anticipation.<br /><br />Efficiently she took a canned ham off the shelf, opened it, and placed <br />it in a casserole, covering it with a small can of sliced peaches and a <br />few cloves. She popped it into the oven, and then paused a moment, <br />looking at the boxes of frozen vegetables in the freezer compartment. <br />She decided on peas and cauliflower and broke open the packages, <br />placing the vegetables together in one large pan, filling it with water <br />and placing it on the top burner. What about dessert? She had half a <br />layer cake left over. Cake and ice cream, she thought. Easy and <br />appealing. Fine. That's what it would be.<br /><br />By the time Yvonne and Carole clattered up the stairs from their <br />apartment, both in their robes and slippers, Suzanne had changed her <br />clothes herself, put on her terrycloth robe, and had laid the table for <br />three. The twilight outside had given way to darkness, and the <br />apartment had a warm, cozy atmosphere that soothed her nerves. She felt <br />they were going to have a nice pleasant meal and a relaxing evening <br />together afterwards.<br /><br />"Hi, doll," said Yvonne, coming over and giving her a squeeze around <br />the waist. "I hear you're playing cook tonight?"<br /><br />"Uh-huh. And I hope you'll like it."<br /><br />"Anything's fine, boobsy, tonight I could eat a horse," said Yvonne, <br />flopping into a chair and reaching for her cigarettes. "Carole tells me <br />you met one of the kids today."<br /><br />"Yes. I told him to get the hell away from me."<br /><br />"Good for you. I still think they'll try and see you again, so be <br />careful."<br /><br />"I am. That front door's locked and it's going to stay that way. If I <br />hear them outside, I'm calling the police."<br /><br />"Now you're talking. Say, I had a wild idea today. I thought maybe I <br />could get three well-built guys over here some night and hide them in <br />the bathroom, and then you invite those little bastards over, and <br />they'd get a beating they wouldn't forget. I know a few guys who'd love <br />to avenge your sullied virtue. Jeff for one, I'm sure."<br /><br />Suzanne grinned. "It sounds great, but I'd rather let well enough <br />alone. You know something, though ..." She paused a moment, and <br />giggled. "I was thinking about Donald. On his own, he wouldn't be bad <br />to take. I mean, he does have a real nice face, and his body's well-<br />built, and ..."<br /><a href="http://pcsbuy2hokrdthxe7s.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/32/205/2052054588.jpg"></a><br />"And his cock's gorgeous, I know, I know," Yvonne interrupted her. <br />"Listen, you horny little sex maniac, he may have been great when he <br />finally got with it, but that doesn't mean you're to start anything <br />going with a tramp like that. If you're horny, I've got plenty of guys <br />who'd just love to come over and screw you. To say nothing of Carole <br />and me, incidentally."<br /><br />"Don't worry, I'm not thinking about it," Suzanne said soberly. "But I <br />just feel sorry for him. He could be a real nice kid, away from that <br />family and the neighborhood."<br /><br />"Well, you keep your altruistic feelings for those who deserve them," <br />said Carole. "You're not out of the woods yet, remember. If you have <br />your period, you can breathe easily. Oh, by the way, did you go to a <br />doctor?"<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head. "No, I figured between Yvonne's douche powder <br />and all that hot water, I'm probably okay."<br /><br />"Oh, well, so be it," said Carole.<br /><br />"She's okay," snapped Yvonne, "That stuff I gave her'd kill anything. <br />Besides do you think I'd have messed around with her last night if I <br />thought she had something?"<br /><br />Suzanne reached into the oven and took out the ham.<br /><br />"Mmm, that smells divine," said Carole. "Are we eating now?"<br /><br />"We sure are. Gather round."<br /><br />Within minutes, they were all settled round the table, helping <br />themselves to the spread of ham, vegetables and steaming hot coffee. <br />Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled affectionately.<br /><br />"Anyone who can whomp up a dinner like this deserves to be married," <br />she said softly. "Sam's a lucky guy."<br /><br />Suzanne smiled happily. "I hope you're right. I just hope he gets back <br />soon. I'm ready for him now. Oh, God, am I ready!"<br /><br />The last plate had been washed and put away, and they relaxed in the <br />living room, each with another cup of coffee. Carole closed her eyes <br />and sighed contentedly.<br /><br />"Oh, that was wonderful. You don't know how I appreciate it, Suzanne. I <br />was in no mood to cook."<br /><br />"It was good, wasn't it?" said Suzanne. "Ham's one of my favorites, and <br />it's so easy to fix, too."<br /><br />"Was it a kosher ham, dear?" asked Yvonne evilly, and they all laughed. <br />"Which reminds me," she continued, inhaling deeply from her ever-<br />present cigarette. "I went with this kosher guy once. You know, I do <br />believe there's a difference in having sex with a circumcised guy and <br />one who's not."<br /><br />"Yvonne!!"<br /><br />Carole's voice exploded across the room.<br /><br />"Relax, I'm just reminiscing," she said imperturbably. "But I have <br />found when they've had something cut off their cock, they don't seem as <br />aggressive. Maybe I'd feel the same way if I had half my tits removed."<br /><br />"If you had half your tits removed, dear," said Carole calmly. "You <br />could join the men's swimming team."<br /><br />"Bitch!"<br /><br />Suzanne laughed, enjoying the pleasant banter between them, their <br />obvious affection showing through the exchange of insults.<br /><br />"When I've had your experience, darling, then maybe I can pass <br />judgment," said Yvonne. "I guess I'd better keep my mouth shut. But you <br />know me and sex. It's my favorite subject."<br /><br />She mashed her cigarette out and looked in the package.<br /><br />"Oh, damn, I'm out. Carole ..."<br /><br />"Hm ..."<br /><br />"Be a doll and run down to our place and get me a new pack. They're on <br />the dresser."<br /><br />Carole sighed, and slowly got to her feet.<br /><br />"What's in it for me, huh?"<br /><br />Yvonne smirked. "I'll be extra sexy tonight. I may even use the dildo <br />on you."<br /><br />"Thanks a lot."<br /><br />"Come on, Suzanne, I'll help you wash the coffee cups," said Yvonne, <br />gathering them and moving to the kitchen.<br /><br />She and Suzanne walked into the kitchen as Carole unlocked the front <br />door and left the apartment.<br /><br />"I love the way you two bitch at each other," remarked Suzanne as they <br />stood by the sink. "I never dreamed you were as close. I mean, I never <br />thought two girls could get that way, you know what I mean?"<br /><br />Yvonne nodded.<br /><br />"Yup. We have our knock-down-drag-outs but as a rule, we get along <br />pretty well. You see ..." Her voice softened ... "We love each other. <br />That makes a big difference. You can put up with a little shit once in <br />a while because the other times make up for it. And believe me, I know <br />I'm not easy to live with."<br /><br />Suzanne turned the faucet on full-blast and rinsed the cups and <br />saucers. Above the noise, she heard Yvonne say something.<br /><br />"Sorry, I didn't hear you," she said, turning off the water and <br />reaching for the dishtowel.<br /><br />"I said: you'll find out when you start living with Sam."<br /><br />Suzanne giggled. "You mean marry him or live with him?"<br /><br />"Either. Though I suspect you'll probably live with him for a while <br />now. After all, it's good to try the merchandise before buying."<br /><br />"You're goddamn right, sister!"<br /><br />They both whirled, and standing in the doorway was Ted. Behind him, his <br />white teeth splitting his black face from ear to ear, was Clayton, and <br />next to him Donald.<br /><br />Suzanne felt a scream welling up inside her, and before she could utter <br />a sound Yvonne's voice boomed out.<br /><br />"You motherfuckers get the hell out of here."<br /><br />From the living room they heard Carole's footsteps on the stairs, and <br />Yvonne shouted out.<br /><br />"Carole, run. Get the police."<br /><br />Clayton turned, and they heard his footsteps across the living room, <br />and Carole's scream. A moment later he dragged her inside, and the <br />front door slammed behind them. The click of the lock as Clayton turned <br />it sounded like an explosion.<br /><br />"Now, chicky-babies, it's time for dessert," said Clayton, his dark <br />eyes staring humorously around them.<br /><br />"Oh, God," whispered Suzanne. "We forgot the door."<br /><br />"You sure did," said Ted. "But that wouldn't've stopped us."<br /><br />They stared at each other. Suzanne had backed away, and Yvonne stood, <br />her hands on her hips, her face a picture of contempt. Carole, pinned <br />in Clayton's strong arm, his hand over her mouth, was struggling <br />violently.<br /><br />"You better calm down, baby, or you'll feel my hand real hard," he said <br />softly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving.<br /><br />"Thass better," said Clayton. "And now I guess we can have our little <br />party. It sure's gonna be nice this way." He turned to Ted and grinned. <br />"There's one for each of us now. Oh, baby, there's nothin' better'n an <br />orgy."<br /><br />Yvonne opened her mouth and the beginnings of a scream emerged, but Ted <br />stepped forward, and with a quick movement he belted her across the <br />cheek. She staggered back against the wall.<br /><br />"You get the message?" he drawled. "Now listen here. No one's gonna get <br />hurt, as long as you spread your legs. Okay?" He stared at Suzanne. <br />"Hi, there. How's that hot little cunt tonight?"<br /><br />Suzanne was petrified. She found she couldn't move. Her voice had <br />disappeared. Inside her she felt her heart pounding so hard she thought <br />she was going to faint. Finally, a whispered plea emerged from her <br />lips.<br /><br />"Please ... oh, Please ..."<br /><br />Clayton's booming laugh echoed around the room.<br /><br />"You see, jest like I said she would: she's pleading for it again. Oh, <br />baby, and you're gonna git it, every inch of it right up that nice <br />white pussy. And that's only for starters."<br /><br />Ted reached out and grabbed Suzanne's wrist, jerking her forward. <br />Numbly she let herself be pushed into the living room. Clayton heaved <br />Carole into Donald's waiting arms, and closed his long thick fingers <br />around Yvonne's arm.<br /><br />"Come on, baby, let's get this show on the road."<br /><br />"You take your filthy hands off me," snapped Yvonne. "You goddamn <br />nigger."<br /><br />Clayton's eyebrows rose, and his mouth grinned evilly.<br /><br />"Oh, oh, sounds like another Grosse Pointer," he said. "Or mebbe from <br />Dearborn? Well, baby, you're gonna find out it doesn't rub off."<br /><br />He dragged her into the living room, where Donald was holding Carole <br />and Ted was gripping Suzanne. The boys all looked at one another.<br /><br />"Okay, last one in's a cocksucker," said Clayton, and with one hand he <br />seized Yvonne's robe and ripped it down, leaving her standing naked, <br />her eyes flashing at him with hate. She opened her mouth, but before <br />she could scream his hand had belted her violently, and she fell to the <br />floor.<br /><br />"Like I said, no noise, no trouble," said Clayton.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 7<br /><br /><br />Afterwards, Suzanne remembered something Yvonne had said to her, long <br />before she moved to the Wayne Campus. They had been talking about <br />relations with boys, and Yvonne had made the comment: "When rape is <br />inevitable, relax and enjoy it."<br /><br />As she watched Yvonne's robe being torn away from her body, she <br />realized that there was no sense in trying to resist any longer. The <br />young men were going to get what they came for, and any resistance <br />would only make it worse. Her only thought was that Donald at least had <br />shown a little more consideration than his brother, who was holding her <br />tightly, his one hand squeezing her breast through her robe.<br /><br />She turned to him, and looked up imploringly. "Can we choose partners?" <br />she asked timidly.<br /><br />Ted stared at her and guffawed. "Well, whaddya know?" he said. "So <br />who's your choice?"<br /><br />Suzanne's eyes went over to Donald, who had been staring at her <br />longingly, despite his arms around Carole. He caught the glance and <br />responded.<br /><br />"Donald," she whispered. "I want Donald."<br /><br />Carole's eyes flashed, and Yvonne spoke up loudly.<br /><br />"You little bitch," she spat out. "You don't want Donald. You probably <br />want 'em all, you whore."<br /><a href="http://nhm8r0zed4a67mqyhwet.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/38/127/1273628790.jpg"></a> <br />Suzanne flushed, shaken by the viciousness of the words. Donald pushed <br />Carole forward to Ted's waiting hands, and came over to seize Suzanne, <br />closing his lips over hers and pressing her close to his body. She felt <br />his sex, already half-hard through his pants, and then his hands were <br />fumbling with her robe, pulling it off her. She felt a welling-up of <br />desire in her groin as his fingers caressed her bare back, and his <br />mouth on hers had already begun its erotic arousal.<br /><br />Clayton had undone his pants, which fell to the floor. His one hand <br />held Yvonne, while the other freed his legs from the jeans. His penis, <br />beginning to rise, projected from between his dark brown thighs, angry <br />and aggressive-looking. Yvonne stared down at it, and she set her lips <br />in a thin line.<br /><br />Ted's hands had torn away Carole's robe, and he was busily sucking her <br />breasts. It had happened so quickly, almost all at the same time, <br />Suzanne realized afterwards. She remembered Yvonne's words of wisdom: <br />kick 'em in the crotch; scream; run; do anything but don't give in. She <br />realized now how so many rape cases occurred; logic and reason <br />disappear beneath the incredible fear that paralyzes the mind and <br />renders the body incapable.<br /><br />Her pronouncement over her preference for Donald had been predicated by <br />her instinct that the boy would treat her better than either of the <br />other two. And if it was going to happen, she reasoned, why not let it <br />be with the one she felt something for? At least she did feel something <br />for Donald, while Ted and Clayton aroused only fearful aversion within <br />her, despite her perverse thoughts about being penetrated by Clayton's <br />massive tool.<br /><br />Ted was dragging Carole over towards the couch, his one hand clawing at <br />his belt and his fly. By the time he pushed her down, his penis had <br />sprung forth, erect and jerking in the air, eager to sink into her <br />yielding form. Clayton was on the floor with Yvonne, covering her body <br />with his own and pushing his penis slowly and inexorably up between her <br />thighs towards its ultimate goal.<br /><br />Suzanne clung to Donald and whispered in his car, "Be gentle. Be nice." <br />He looked into her eyes. "Remember, I like you," he said quietly, and <br />then their lips met with incredible passion, and she felt him undoing <br />his shirt and his pants. In a few minutes he was naked, and they were <br />lying on the floor, his legs on top of her own, his arms holding her <br />shoulders and his mouth on hers, their tongues wildly licking each <br />other's lips and mouths. Suzanne felt her breasts responding to the <br />rubbing of his chest, their nipples firm as marbles. Her vagina was <br />oozing her juices, and her canal trembled with desire. For the moment, <br />the fear was gone; she seemed even unaware of what was happening to the <br />others. She was only conscious of the boy on top of her, holding her <br />firmly yet tenderly, while his penis grew to rigid excitement between <br />her legs, expanding to its total length and thickness, oozing lube from <br />its wide cockslit in readiness for its final thrust into her.<br /><br />Vaguely she heard Carole's angry mutterings and Yvonne's throaty <br />protests, but she couldn't care at that moment. If it was going to <br />happen, she intended enjoying it to the fullest. The tiger in her loins <br />sprang free; inhibition flew out the window; the little girl from <br />Grosse Pointe was once more the rabid sexualist eager for every <br />pleasure her body could give and receive.<br /><br />"Oh, wow, is this something!"<br /><br />"Good tits, lookit them tits."<br /><br />"Good pussy, baby, good pussy."<br /><br />The living room resounded to the obscene grunts and comments of the <br />three boys as they each concentrated on their particular pleasure, <br />calling each other's attention to their achievements and methods.<br /><br />"Git yo' rocks off quick," said Clayton throatily, "'Cos then we'se <br />really gonna have some fun."<br /><br />Oh, God, thought Suzanne, it's all my fault. I've brought this mess on <br />Yvonne and Carole. If it hadn't been for my telling them, they'd have <br />never been involved like this. And now they were all going to get it.<br /><br />Donald's hands began feeling her nipples, and her regrets faded away <br />beneath the rising waves of sensation that engulfed her. She moaned and <br />felt her body responding, grinding against him, and her hands clawed at <br />his smooth back. Her nails dug in and he flinched beneath her pressure. <br />His teeth descended on her nipples, biting gently, grinding back and <br />forth and sending stabs of delight through her body. She felt her <br />vagina contract, hot, wet and aching with desire. His penis, rock-hard, <br />slid up between her legs, and the head touched her bush, pushing <br />between the pulsating lips and into her, thrusting past her clitoris <br />and into her canal.<br /><br />She groaned, and then the animal in her came to the surface and she <br />whispered in his ear, "Deeper, deeper, oh, God, fuck me, Donald, fuck <br />me." And he sank all the way, with the head of his cock all the way to <br />the opening of her womb, filling her vagina with the most exquisite <br />sensations. She began moving her hips, thrashing under him, gripping <br />his shaft as he plunged in and out, quivering from the delirious <br />ecstasy that was coursing through his limbs. He moaned, "Suzanne, <br />Suzanne, good pussy, baby, tighter, tighter," and his lips went wild <br />over her skin, licking her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her breasts, <br />thrilling her even more as they blended their bodies, settling down to <br />a slow steady rhythm that gradually increased with their passion.<br /><br />Behind her head, Suzanne was vaguely aware of the deep, heavy breathing <br />as Clayton rammed his rod into Yvonne, her legs spread apart, her mouth <br />shut tight, stubbornly refusing to give vent to any expression of <br />appreciation. But the colored boy continued his fucking, ignoring her <br />lack of response, conscious only of the tightness of her canal around <br />his thick shaft, and the exquisite sensations that were lifting him <br />higher and higher as he moved his hips with monotonous regularity.<br /><br />Ted was supporting himself on his arms, watching as he slid his prick <br />in and out of Carole's mouth, while he pinned her down with his hands <br />and his knees. She had quit struggling and was submitting to the <br />inevitable, awkward as it was to encompass Ted's enormously thick cock <br />within her mouth. "Lick it, lick it," he kept saying. "Get it ready for <br />fucking."<br /><br />Suzanne found her ears resounding to the combined grunts, moans and <br />gasps of breath from the boys and from herself and the girls. The room <br />seemed to vibrate with their combined thrusting, in, out, up, down, <br />each one concentrating on the achievement of the ultimate ecstasy, the <br />most pleasurable climax.<br /><br />She felt a surge of deep longing for Donald's penis to bury itself even <br />deeper within her. With an agile movement, she lifted her legs, wrapped <br />them around his waist, and pulled his shoulders closer to her. He <br />moaned and felt his rod probe even more, and she gasped as she felt the <br />broad, thick head touch the opening to her womb, and she pictured its <br />smooth red surface pulsating as her own flesh enclosed it tightly, <br />squeezing it tantalizingly, pushing him even higher than he was, <br />floating on clouds as their bodies seemed to leave the floor.<br /><br />"Oh, Donald, Donald," she cried out. "Fuck me deeper, fuck me deeper."<br /><br />From behind her she heard a muffled gasp, and then Yvonne's voice rang <br />out, "Like I said, a goddamn little whore, begging for it. You bitch!"<br /><br />Suzanne didn't care. She was too thrilled with the ecstasy that <br />suffused her loins, enchanted by the smoothness of the boy's skin, his <br />flawless complexion and handsome young face above her own, his muscular <br />arms that held her, and his virile stiff throbbing penis which was <br />impaling her with such force and such tenderness at the same time. She <br />could tell he wasn't ramming into her the way the others had done. He <br />was enjoying every second of it, but conscious that her pleasure was <br />also important. He would push his cock in, hold it there, twisting it <br />and turning it, and she felt his pubic bone rub her clitoris, sending <br />chills through her, combining with the deeper penetration of his shaft. <br />She knew it wasn't from experience, but merely an instinctive desire to <br />please her, the way he manipulated himself within her; his licking of <br />her body, her breasts, her mouth, were also filled with a hungry <br />yearning for her satisfaction as well as his own. She knew when she and <br />Sam finally made it, it would be like this; not merely animal sex, but <br />a feeling of warmth and tenderness as well.<br /><br />"Oh, Donald," she moaned. "It feels wonderful."<br /><br />"You, too," he replied, and her vagina responded with even greater <br />contractions around his shaft.<br /><br />"Oh, oh, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," he moaned quickly. "Oh, Jeez, <br />I don't wanna, not now. Easy, easy. Stop, stop." He held his penis deep <br />within her, and ceased any motion, but Suzanne couldn't stop. She had <br />felt the beginnings of her own climax, and she wanted it then; she <br />manipulated her hips, and her cunt gripped the shaft within her canal, <br />and she humped herself on his rod. He groaned, and then began his <br />movements once more, getting faster and faster, his body trembling, and <br />his hands clawing all over. Then he opened his mouth and let forth a <br />cry, and then his lips closed over hers, and their bodies shook as his <br />penis ejaculated deep within her vagina; she felt the hot load of his <br />come, shooting into her, and joining her own juices that oozed from her <br />innermost depths, slickly sliding down her crevice, lubricating his <br />shaft even more as it quivered with each shot; he moaned, and she felt <br />like ten thousand bolts of lightning were going off inside her cunt; <br />they shivered together until the last drop of his seed had been drained <br />from his tube by her quickly contracting cunt, squeezing his shaft to <br />get the last possible pleasure from it, buried in her; and then slowly <br />she felt him begin to get soft and slide back out. She tried to relax, <br />to grip him, to move her hips; anything to keep that wonderful piece of <br />meat within her. But it was no use. He raised up and with a little <br />plop! he pulled out; Suzanne looked down and saw his penis lying across <br />his leg.<br /><br />She reached out and took it in her slim fingers, holding it and <br />caressing its length, pulling the skin back to expose the head. A last <br />drop of come oozed out of his slit, and she bent down and licked it off <br />with her tongue, tasting its saltiness, savoring its animal flavor <br />before swallowing it, and looking up into his eyes. He was staring at <br />her with frankly adoring sparkle; his mouth grinned at her, and his <br />hand came out and stroked her hair.<br /><br />"You're something else," he murmured.<br /><br />"You, too," she replied, and her head went down and closed around his <br />shaft, taking its softness within her mouth and licking gently with her <br />tongue. He lay back and closed his eyes, savoring the sensations.<br /><br />Clayton was working up slowly to his orgasm, getting little response <br />from Yvonne, who was determined not to cooperate, despite her silent <br />admission to herself that his penis was the best she had ever felt <br />within her vagina; it was even bigger than Jeff's, and the boy knew how <br />to work it. In, out, slow, fast, rotate it, let it slide out; he knew <br />all the angles, but much as he tried he could not elicit any physical <br />response from her. Perversely she lay still, her arms at her sides and <br />a sneer on her lips. He tried to kiss her, but finally gave up, <br />relishing only the feel of her flesh around his penis as he fucked her.<br /><br />Ted was still pumping his organ in and out of Carole's mouth. He had <br />moved up a little, so that his hands could reach her breasts, and he <br />was pinching her nipples with one hand and feeling her cunt with the <br />other, his finger probing her flesh and touching her clitoris. She felt <br />the eager response in her loins and began moving. Finally Ted moved <br />quickly down, plunged his organ into her quivering cunt, and lay flat <br />on top of her as he ejaculated. He moaned heavily, but did not cry out. <br />When he was through, he lifted up and pulled out, staring down at her. <br />He looked over at Clayton.<br /><br />"These two are cold as ice," he commented. "Come on, let's get with the <br />other chick."<br /><br />"I ain't come yet," said Clayton, "but I'm almost there."<br /><br />"Good. Fuck Suzanne in the ass," said Ted, "and I'll get her in front."<br /><br />Suzanne heard them, and her eyes opened wide. She looked at them as <br />they crawled across the floor, ignoring Yvonne and Carole. "Donald," <br />she whispered. "Oh, no, please ..."<br /><br />"Shut up, bitch," said Clayton. "Poppa's comin' home."<br /><br />"Yvonne!" Suzanne's voice wailed, and Yvonne looked over at her with a <br />sneer on her face.<br /><br />"Have at it, baby," she snapped. "Obviously you love it, you cheap <br />little tramp. Fuck her, Clayton, give her everything you've got. She'll <br />love that big black dick of yours up her ass."<br /><br />Suzanne watched, fascinated, as Clayton approached, his penis thicker <br />than normal, swollen and slick from the action with Yvonne. The skin <br />was slid back, exposing the purplish head which looked so large she <br />wondered how it would ever enter her anus. But then, over and above her <br />feelings of fear, she knew she wanted it. She wanted to feel it <br />penetrate her, to thrust deep within her, to violate her totally.<br /><br />His dark hands clamped on her buttocks, and he moved his hips up so <br />that his rod pushed between her cheeks and pressed against her anus. <br />His fingers came around, one hand over her mound, the other on her <br />stomach, and he gripped her firmly, moving his prick so that the end <br />slid into her, and she gasped. The pain was excruciating.<br /><br />"Oooh, easy," she gasped, and he laughed cruelly.<br /><br />"Easy, she says. You know black boys don't do it easy, baby. We got the <br />equipment and we know what to do with it. And you're gettin' it, hard <br />and fast ... now!"<br /><br />He pushed forward, and she felt his length slide into her, and she <br />screamed. She felt sure he had ripped her open. Then slowly he began <br />thrusting in and out, and with every movement she felt the warm glow-<br />return to her loins. His fingers were caressing her clitoris, and she <br />moved in rhythm with him.<br /><br />"Hey, Ted, come over here and do somethin' with this pussy," Clayton <br />said. "Give it to her."<br /><br />Ted slid across the floor until he was between her legs. He had been <br />watching, fingering his penis, coaxing it back to firmness after <br />shooting into Carole's mouth. He pushed Donald out of the way and began <br />moving closer, pushing his half-hard cock towards Suzanne's dripping <br />cunt.<br /><br />"Okay, spread those legs," he said, and Suzanne felt the end of his <br />organ penetrate her cunt-lips. Aided by his hand, it went in, and he <br />pushed it in all the way. He lay facing her, his arms about her, <br />holding her body close to him, and he lowered his mouth to her nipples <br />and began biting them.<br /><br />Suzanne felt herself being torn apart. She could visualize the white <br />penis in her vagina and the black one up her rectum, massaging her <br />insides, thrilling her as she had never dreamed possible, but at the <br />same time she knew her anus was bleeding and incredibly tender; but she <br />didn't care. She felt herself the center of a giant sex scene. She <br />wished she had ten more cunts to take ten more cocks, and be fucked <br />with ten times more violence.<br /><br />"Ooooooh, oooooooh," she moaned. "OOOH, OOOOOOOOOH ... Fuck me, fuck <br />me."<br /><br />Vaguely she heard Yvonne's voice. "I'm leaving, you bastards. You can <br />fuck that whore all night, but not while I watch."<br /><br />"You stay where you are," growled Clayton. "You try and leave and <br />you'll be flat on your back again."<br /><br />Yvonne subsided, next to Carole, and they watched with mounting horror <br />as Suzanne's body was cruelly ravished by the two boys.<br /><br />Donald sat back on his haunches, his one hand playing with his penis, <br />which was gradually getting erect again, his eyes glued on Suzanne's <br />crotch, taking in everything as Ted rammed his penis in and out, only <br />inches away from where Clayton's large thick black member was plunging <br />in and out like a railroad piston at full steam. Suzanne was rolling <br />from side to side, her breasts flopping obscenely.<br /><br />"I'm there, I'm there," Clayton screamed suddenly, and his muscular <br />body flexed as he held his organ within her anus, and she felt the hot <br />rush of his seed deep within her intestines. His mouth came down on her <br />shoulder and she felt the bite of his teeth, sinking into her flesh so <br />that she cried out. She heard Yvonne's voice, "Suffer, you bitch, <br />suffer!" For a moment, she wondered why Yvonne was suddenly so <br />antagonistic towards her. She couldn't help her reactions; she was only <br />a normal red-blooded girl giving vent to her natural desires. Or was <br />she? Wasn't she rather some perverted trollop eager for cheap sex kicks <br />and not caring how she got them? No matter. Fuck. Fuck. In, out. Go, <br />Clayton, give me every drop of that jism up my ass. Go, Ted, go. Shoot <br />that hot come up my twat, again, like Donald did.<br /><br />Poor Donald. He was staring at her with the strangest expression. She <br />didn't care. She was the center of everything now. She was being lifted <br />higher and higher. She felt Ted's organ flex and then he rammed in, and <br />shouted out, "Wow, again, again, oh, wow, baby!" And she knew he had <br />achieved a second climax. Her cunt ran with all the juices being pumped <br />into it, and she could feel it dripping out between her thighs, making <br />a squishy sound with every thrust of Ted's hard organ into her.<br /><br />She looked over and saw Donald's face slowly being transfigured with <br />ecstasy as his hand masturbated his penis faster and faster. She knew <br />what was happening to him, and a few seconds later she saw the white <br />fluid spurt from the end of his cock, shooting over the rug, and then <br />slowly dripping from his cockslit. Oh, if she had only known; she <br />wanted his penis in her mouth. She wanted to taste that come on her <br />tongue again. She cried out, and he stared at her, then, realizing her <br />want, he moved quickly forward. She took his still-hard prick in <br />between her lips and sucked hard, drawing out this last of his come and <br />convulsing herself inside as she tasted it. Her insides seemed to twist <br />and erupt as she let the come slide down her throat, feeling his rod <br />flex in her mouth.<br /><a href="http://pndyvecqfwnem5.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/33/526/526147005.jpg"></a><br />This was the ultimate, she thought; I have a big black dick up my rear <br />end; I have a thick white one in my cunt, and a beautiful white one in <br />my mouth. What more? What more could a girl want, except maybe one in <br />each hand, jerking them off. Her mind suddenly seemed to leave her <br />body, and with a shudder she relaxed and floated, sublimely unaware of <br />anything but the glorious sensations that she felt in every particle of <br />her body.<br /><br />Slowly she came back to earth, feeling Clayton's massive phallus <br />withdrawing from her, just as Ted's prick was softening in her cunt and <br />sliding out. She continued sucking on Donald, and her fingers were <br />caressing the inside of his legs, cupping his sac in her hands and <br />playing with his balls. She nibbled on his foreskin, pulling it back <br />and forth over his head with her teeth and licking across the end of <br />his cock, feeling the deep slit with the tip of her tongue. His hands <br />were gently playing with her hair, and he stared down at her with a <br />tender expression on his youthful features.<br /><br />Her anus was stinging and almost insensitive, but as Clayton's cock <br />popped out, she felt a stab of pain, and she jumped and cried out. The <br />boys all got to their feet and stood, surveying her. She groaned, and <br />sat up.<br /><br />"Oooh, you've split me," she said instinctively, imagining her anus a <br />wide bloodied mess.<br /><br />"Serves you right," snapped Yvonne, and they all turned to look at her <br />and Carole, who were huddled together, looking forlorn and miserable. <br />Carole's face was impassive, but Yvonne's held a look of undisguised <br />hate and disgust.<br /><br />Clayton grinned and humped his crotch obscenely at her.<br /><br />"Whatsamatter, baby? You want some of the action again?" he jeered. <br />"That cunt of yours ain't worth a cent, I'll clue you. This chick here <br />really gets with it." He pointed to Suzanne. "She sure has an educated <br />asshole."<br /><br />"Most whores do," snapped Yvonne, and Carole tried to shush her, but <br />she shrugged off the girl's restraining hand from her shoulder. "No, I <br />won't shut up. If these bastards can do what they want, I sure as hell <br />can say what I like."<br /><br />Ted laughed coarsely, and smiled at Suzanne.<br /><br />"Don't you worry about that old bat," he said. "You're the best fuck <br />I've ever had. And you give the best blowjob, too." He sneered at <br />Carole. "Better than this broad. She doesn't know what the hell to do. <br />But you ..." He nodded vehemently ... "You sure make this thing feel <br />good." He took his penis and waved it at her.<br /><br />Despite the pain in her anus and her apprehension at Yvonne's caustic <br />comments and her expression of disgust, Suzanne felt a glow within her. <br />She had done good! These boys, obviously well experienced at sex with <br />many girls, had given her more than a passing grade; with only two days <br />experience at sex, she had rated a high score! She felt a twinge of <br />pride and accomplishment inside, and her body glowed with renewed <br />pleasure. She smiled up at Donald, who grinned back at her.<br /><br />"She's the greatest," he said, and there was a warmth and sincerity in <br />his voice.<br /><br />"Okay, okay," said Clayton, reaching for his clothes. "I guess that's <br />it for now, chick-a-biddies. We'se movin' on." He grinned evilly. "I <br />got a hot date at eight. Another white chick," he added, leering at <br />Yvonne. "She's 'bout as old as you, but she digs my big dick. And she <br />knows what to do with it, too. Come on, guys, let's go."<br /><br />The boys got dressed quickly and walked to the door. Suzanne remained <br />on the floor, staring up at them with a curious mixture of admiration, <br />distrust, and relief that it was over. They paused at the door, and <br />Clayton looked back, his hand on the wall as he surveyed the three <br />naked girls on the floor.<br /><br />"Jest in case you git any ideas," he drawled. "I wanna remind you it <br />ain't no use tryin' to cause trouble. Understand?"<br /><br />Yvonne's voice shot across the room like the crack of a revolver. <br />"Listen, stud, there's going to be a patrol car outside this building <br />every night from now on, so you watch it. If any of you ..." Her eyes <br />went from Clayton, to Ted, to Donald, and the hate in her expression <br />was unmistakable ... "any of you show your faces here again, it's going <br />to be bad news. It's not three against one now. It's three against <br />three, and you know goddamn well who they're going to believe. So get <br />your asses out, and don't come back."<br /><br />Ted and Donald exchanged a look, and then they both stared at Clayton. <br />Their expressions of cocky assurance faded slightly, and Donald moved <br />out the doorway, followed by Ted. Clayton stood a moment longer, his <br />eyes going from Yvonne to Carole to Suzanne. He laughed, a little <br />uncertainly.<br /><br />"Up yours," he muttered, and then he was gone, slamming the door as a <br />final gesture of defiance.<br /><br />The room echoed to the bang of the door, and as silence descended the <br />girls heard the clatter of footsteps receding down the stairs.<br /><br />They all reached for their robes, and quickly wrapped them around their <br />bodies. Yvonne's breathing was heavy, and her eyes flashed. Suzanne <br />stared at her, and then at Carole, not sure of what to say.<br /><br />"Okay, okay, you're sorry, that's what you're going to say, is that <br />it?" snapped Yvonne, finally breaking the silence. "Well, let me tell <br />you, Suzanne, I'm thinking that you've encouraged those pricks ..."<br /><br />"Yvonne!" It was Carole's voice that exploded with disbelief at her <br />friend's accusation. Suzanne was so stunned she was speechless.<br /><br />"Shut up, Carole. Don't tell me you didn't see the way this little <br />whore was enjoying it? She loved every frigging minute of it. She loved <br />having those cocks jammed into her. Anyway she could, she was taking <br />it. And she loved it. Christ, a cock-lover and a nigger-lover as well! <br />Let me tell you, Suzanne, I'd like to puke all over you right now."<br /><br />Suzanne's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head helplessly; <br />she was appalled by Yvonne's reaction.<br /><br />"You're being ridiculous," said Carole staunchly. "Don't tell me you <br />think Suzanne enjoyed what they did to her ...?"<br /><br />"Hah!" Yvonne's voice could be heard ten blocks away. "Hah!"<br /><br />"Yvonne, listen to me," Suzanne said, her self-composure returning <br />suddenly, despite the tears that were streaming down her face. "Yvonne, <br />please! You're ... you're not making sense."<br /><br />"No, my girl, it's you who doesn't make sense. You came crying to <br />Carole and me, saying how you'd been defiled and violated and all that <br />shit, and here they're back, and you actually ..." She paused, taking a <br />deep breath.<br /><br />"You actually said you'd like Donald. You showed them you wanted that <br />little prick. And you enjoyed it, every goddamn fucking minute, whether <br />it was Donald or those other two studs. Jesus, you're sick, that's all <br />I can say."<br /><br />Suzanne's temper rose. "Sick? Oh, so that's it now. I'm sick? What <br />about you? Maybe if you had a big dick up your cunt more often, you <br />wouldn't be the way you are."<br /><br />"Suzanne!" It was Carole who cried out, her voice hurt and <br />disbelieving. "You don't know what you're saying."<br /><br />"No, it's Yvonne who doesn't know what she's saying. And she doesn't <br />know what she's doing, either. She's a horny old dyke, but at least I'm <br />a horny young girl who knows what feels best. Don't you accuse me of <br />being sick, Yvonne. Sure I chose Donald, but you know why? Because he's <br />tender and I knew he wouldn't hurt me as much as the others might. I <br />knew I'd get something out of it, and I did. Donald is wonderful and I <br />did enjoy what he did to me. But don't tell me I enjoyed the others. <br />You want to come over and see my bleeding asshole? I feel like a <br />truck's been driven up my rear end."<br /><br />"Yeah, and a truck'd probably fit," snapped Yvonne. "You're a little <br />high-class whore, and I'm sorry I didn't realize it before. We've never <br />had any problems with neighborhood kids before. You move in, and what <br />happens? We get attacked and we can't do a thing about it. Well, I <br />happen to have a few friends downtown, and I meant it when I said <br />there'll be a patrol car outside this building. I'm going to make sure <br />those three bastards get their asses thrown inside for one reason or <br />another."<br /><br />"That's not going to help," said Carole resignedly. "And you know it. <br />They've probably got records a mile long already."<br /><br />Yvonne's shoulders suddenly slumped, and she sighed. She turned, <br />reaching for her cigarettes, and sat in a chair, puffing furiously, <br />while Carole and Suzanne stared at her silently.<br /><br />"Okay, okay." Yvonne spat the words out.<br /><br />Suzanne's temper subsided, and she felt the tears welling up again. <br />Before she knew it, she was weeping hysterically into her hands, her <br />shoulders shaking and her body wracked with sobs. Carole moved over, <br />putting her arm around Suzanne and holding her close.<br /><br />"Come on, come on," she murmured, "it's over. Let's not argue any <br />longer. Please, Yvonne ..." She turned and looked at her friend. <br />"Yvonne, what you said was awful. You didn't mean it, I know. Tell <br />Suzanne you're sorry."<br /><br />Yvonne's thin eyebrows disappeared into her hair.<br /><br />"Me say I'm sorry? Carole, you've lost your mind. No, baby, I believe <br />what I said. And there's no use denying it. She enjoyed every fucking <br />minute of it, and she'd probably have each one of them back if she <br />could. Come on, Carole, I'm leaving."<br /><br />She rose and walked to the door. Carole stared at her and slowly shook <br />her head.<br /><br />"No, Yvonne, don't. Please, Suzanne's your friend. You can't let <br />something like this turn you against her. What are friends for? Can't <br />you see she needs us now? More than ever. Come, sit down. I'll make <br />some coffee."<br /><br />Yvonne paused at the door and sneered.<br /><br />"Suzanne was right, you know, Carole. I am an old dyke, and she doesn't <br />know much about dykes. Maybe this'll be a lesson to her. I'm leaving, <br />and I'm not coming back."<br /><br />Suzanne wiped her eyes and struggled to her feet, her face flushed with <br />anger.<br /><br />"Just a minute," she shouted. "Remember last night? Remember how I came <br />to you for help, how I was sore, frightened and needed a friend? And <br />what happened? You put the make on me. Sure, I'm learning about dykes. <br />They're after the same thing those boys were. Sex. Sure, I joined in. I <br />loved it. You taught me something new, something I didn't know about, <br />and I had a ball. But don't get all moralistic now. You've got no <br />reason to be, Yvonne. You're just as bad as those boys. The only <br />difference is they have cocks, and you don't. And believe me, baby, <br />I'll take a hard cock any day over what you can do. What they did to me <br />might not be the best way to go about sex, but at least it was normal. <br />And believe me, I'm normal, and I plan to stay that way, no matter how <br />well you know how to suck pussy."<br /><br />"Suzanne! Stop it, stop it!"<br /><br />Carole's voice rose above her own, and then suddenly Suzanne collapsed <br />on the couch, weeping uncontrollably, her sobs echoing round the room. <br />Yvonne stood, breathing heavily, her eyes downcast, and her fingers <br />twitching. Carole went to Suzanne, and sat, patting her shoulder. She <br />looked up at Yvonne, and shook her head sadly.<br /><br />"We've all got our cross to bear," Yvonne said cryptically. "You <br />coming, Carole?"<br /><br />The other girl nodded, and rose, looking down at Suzanne; then she <br />followed Yvonne out of the room. The door closed behind them, and <br />Suzanne continued to lie on the couch, hardly aware that they had left, <br />her body wracked with dry heaves as her emotions consumed her self-<br />control.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 8<br /><br /><br />Suzanne lay on her bed, staring out the wide window at the whitecapped <br />Detroit River. In the distance a lonely tug broke the silence with its <br />mournful hoot, and a flock of birds was silhouetted against the clouds, <br />flying north to Canada.<br /><br />She stretched, lifting her arms lazily; she smiled, and snuggled back <br />against the pillow. For the hundredth time, she reached for the letter <br />on the nightstand, opened it and read, an extra smile of pleasure <br />creasing her face.<br /><br />A brief knock at the door heralded its opening, and Mrs. Delacorte <br />walked in, carrying a breakfast tray.<br /><br />"How many times are you going to read his letter?" she said, her <br />normally prim face relaxed in a sympathetic grin.<br /><br />Suzanne folded the paper and pushed it back in the envelope.<br /><br />"Every hour until he gets here," she replied happily. "Oh, Mother, I'm <br />so excited."<br /><br />"I guess I would be, too," said Mrs. Delacorte, placing the tray across <br />the bed. "Come on, I've fixed your breakfast myself today. Scrambled <br />eggs the way you like them, sausage and toast and coffee. Your father <br />says I'm spoiling you."<br /><br />Suzanne laughed, and looked affectionately up at her mother. "Sit down <br />and talk," she said.<br /><br />"I was intending to," said the older woman. "After all, since you left <br />home, I've missed our little chats. It's good to have you back."<br /><br />"I know. I'm glad to be back, too."<br /><br />Mrs. Delacorte lit a cigarette from the box on the nightstand, and <br />leaned back, her eyes resting lovingly on her daughter.<br /><br />"You're certainly looking better than you did when you returned," she <br />commented. "I can't tell you how unhappy I was with your living in that <br />dreadful slum."<br /><br />"It wasn't that bad," Suzanne admitted, sipping her coffee. "But ... <br />well, there's no place like home."<br /><br />Her mother nodded. "Especially when it's clean, modern and <br />comfortable," she said. "Tell me, what really made you decide to move <br />back? I mean, I had fully expected you to return, but not quite so <br />soon."<br /><br />Suzanne hesitated, and took a mouthful of sausage and eggs before <br />replying.<br /><br />"Well, lots of things, really," she said guardedly. "I guess, to be <br />honest, I got tired of slumming."<br /><br />"Spoken like a true Grosse Pointer," said Mrs. Delacorte, and they both <br />laughed, knowing the humor of her statement.<br /><br />"Truthfully, I wanted to stay, but the neighborhood is really worse <br />than I had expected."<br /><br />"Why do you think the city's tearing it all down?" asked her mother. <br />"Another few years, and all those crummy buildings will be gone, and <br />nice, new highrise apartments for students will take their place. And <br />it's about time, too. Wayne's a good school, and I've never understood <br />how they've put up with those ghastly people living in those old <br />buildings, right next door, as it were. I mean, it's terrible that the <br />poor have such bad living conditions, but I feel if half of them got <br />out and worked, they wouldn't have to live like they do. It's a sad <br />situation." She sighed. "I'm thankful that your father and I have been <br />able to give you a good home and a respectable upbringing. I've often <br />imagined what might happen if a girl grew up among those people." She <br />shuddered. "I've been told that half of them are pregnant by the time <br />they're sixteen."<br /><br />Suzanne stared at her mother intently. Mrs. Delacorte's face had a <br />tolerant look of distaste which accentuated the tiny wrinkles at the <br />corners of her mouth and eyes, skillfully covered with a layer of <br />makeup. Her hair was immaculate, and from her ears a pair of diamonds <br />were suspended on small platinum chains. Her dress was a sophisticated <br />black sheath, simple and tasteful, but obviously from Saks or <br />Bergdorf's.<br /><br />Suzanne had a passing mental image of Donald's mother, seated in her <br />rundown apartment on Forest Avenue, her hair hanging in rat-tails, her <br />coarse features devoid of makeup, and her breasts swinging obscenely <br />under her cotton shift, while her bare feet rested on the torn linoleum <br />rug, and the woman's drawling Kentucky accents echoed in her ears ... <br />"Work? I dunno. There ain't much I can do. 'Sides, I git enough from <br />welfare to get by."<br /><br />Suzanne shivered and took another bite of toast.<br /><br />"I learned a lot, I'll say that," she murmured, washing the toast down <br />with a sip of coffee. "I'll probably have a real good grade in <br />sociology, thanks to my research. My paper's coming along nicely."<br /><br />"Good," replied Mrs. Delacorte vaguely. "It's a blessing that you're <br />intelligent, my girl."<br /><br />Suzanne stared at her mother, not quite comprehending the words which <br />sounded out of context to what they had been discussing. But she <br />decided to let it pass. There were many things her mother said which <br />she realized were merely words to fill up time between what Mrs. <br />Delacorte considered the important aspects of life.<br /><br />"So when's Sam arriving?"<br /><br />Suzanne smiled happily, and her heart beat a little faster.<br /><br />"Five o'clock," she replied. "On BOAC. I'm going to be at the airport <br />in plenty of time. I don't want to miss seeing the plane come in. Oh, <br />Mother, I'm so happy."<br /><br />"You look it, I'll say that for you." Her mother paused and smirked. <br />"You are going to marry him, aren't you?"<br /><br />Suzanne nodded emphatically. "Of course. I've always been in love with <br />Sam."<br /><br />"Hm. To be truthful, I had expected you to get married a few months <br />ago, but then he suddenly upped and flew off to Europe. Did you by any <br />chance have a tiff?"<br /><br />Suzanne shook her head. "Nope. He just said he wanted to get away for a <br />while," she lied. "But let's not talk about that. Sam's coming back, <br />and just as soon as we can, we're going to be married."<br /><br />"He asked you in his letter?"<br /><br />"No. He didn't ask. He said so."<br /><br />"Oh. Caveman tactics."<br /><br />"No. He's aware how I feel. I guess he just took it for granted that <br />I'd say yes, and I will. Oh, Mother, I can hardly wait."<br /><br />Mrs. Delacorte sniffed. "Well, I want you both to have a talk with the <br />minister first. You know, there are lots of things a young couple <br />should know before getting married. And of course we'll have to send <br />out the invitations and everything. Oh, I want you to have the biggest <br />and best wedding that Grosse Pointe has ever seen. After all, Sam's <br />family is well known, and it should be a real nice splash on the social <br />pages."<br /><br />Suzanne leaned back and wiped her mouth with the linen napkin.<br /><br />"Mother, I'd just as soon have a quiet ceremony. I know Sam's not <br />planning a big wedding. He's often said so."<br /><br />"Suzanne, children do not arrange their weddings. Their parents do, and <br />you're not going to deprive me of seeing my only daughter married in <br />high style."<br /><br />"But, mother, it's my wedding."<br /><br />"I'll not discuss it any further, Suzanne," said Mrs. Delacorte, rising <br />and lifting the breakfast tray off the bed. "You're going to have a big <br />wedding and you may as well get used to the idea."<br /><br />Suzanne sighed. "Yes, Mother."<br /><br />"And don't look like that. You know you really want it, just like any <br />other Grosse Pointe girl. Remember, you only get married once, and you <br />may as well go all the way. It's not that we can't afford it, remember, <br />like those other people."<br /><br />"I know. But I think Sam'll want to get married right away, and a big <br />wedding takes time, and there's so much planning and all that <br />nonsense."<br /><br />"Nonsense!" Mrs. Delacorte's voiced rose three octaves. "Suzanne, you <br />listen to me, my girl. I'll arrange everything, and you can get <br />married, oh, say, in about a month or six weeks. Besides, that'll give <br />you and Sam a little time together. After all, he has been away, and <br />I'm sure you both have lots to talk about."<br /><br />"I suppose so." Suzanne threw the covers back and stepped out on to the <br />thick, plush carpet. "Mother, I think I'll shower and get dressed. <br />Thanks for the breakfast."<br /><br />Mrs. Delacorte picked up the tray and moved to the door.<br /><br />"You're welcome, dear, and believe me, darling, it's so wonderful <br />having you back home again. You've no idea how much happier I am, <br />knowing you're back where you belong."<br /><br />She left, closing the door behind her. Suzanne glided across the carpet <br />soundlessly, and went into the pink and white tiled bathroom, <br />resplendent with gold fixtures and a sunken tub. She stared at herself <br />in the full-length mirrors, and slipped off her pajamas, standing naked <br />while she surveyed her body.<br /><br />She heard a voice echoing in her mind ... "Jeez, lookit them tits!" She <br />closed her eyes, seeing Donald's naked body on top of her own, his <br />mouth hungrily devouring her lips while his penis moved slowly in and <br />out of her vagina.<br /><a href="http://p902pnityztqnp4z0.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/35/158/1588448302.jpg"></a> <br />With a quick shake of her head, she dismissed the memory, stepped into <br />the tub, and turned on the faucet. As the stinging warm water splashed <br />on her skin, she reached for the soap and began soaping herself all <br />over, relishing the sensual feeling of her fingers and the spray.<br /><br />It was nice to be home again, she thought, enjoying all the comforts <br />that her parents' wealth afforded her. Yet there had been a cozy warmth <br />to her little apartment on campus; if only it could have stayed that <br />way, instead of being so violently disrupted by those boys. And Yvonne <br />... poor Yvonne! Suzanne would never forget the look on the woman's <br />face as she walked out of the apartment that night, her age and her <br />frustrations deflating her expression, removing the constant forced <br />sparkle and superficial gaiety. And Carole, whose eyes had betrayed her <br />remorse even if her mouth had remained silent. Yes, it had been a bad <br />scene, but as an experience, it had been invaluable. Even her <br />encounters with the three boys had been a traumatic breakthrough for <br />her, revealing her innate sexuality to herself and enabling her to <br />dispel her inhibitions. She knew now that when she and Sam slid under <br />the sheets, she would be able to satisfy him completely. And she knew <br />instinctively that a wife who keeps her husband happy that way need <br />never fear about his straying from home. Yes, she would be able to give <br />Sam every type of sensual satisfaction he could possibly crave. Her <br />body glowed at the thought, and she finished her toilet quickly, eager <br />to be dressed and ready to go to the airport and meet him. Her heart <br />beat quicker at the thought of seeing his handsome face once more, <br />feeling his arms about her and his lips pressing on her own. Oh, Sam <br />... Sam ... hurry home, darling, hurry home. My arms are waiting and my <br />body is eager to feel you, naked and aroused, lying on top of me ...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Detroit Metropolitan Airport was crowded as Suzanne and her parents <br />pushed their way through the mass of people to the arrival gate. <br />Suzanne's hands were trembling, and she bit her lip as she moved, her <br />body bumped by the throng of travelers disembarking. Her eyes were <br />glued at the oncoming sea of faces, eagerly searching for the broad, <br />handsome features and shock of brown hair that she had been dreaming of <br />for so long.<br /><br />"There he is!"<br /><br />Mrs. Delacorte's voice cut through the babble like a knife, and Suzanne <br />turned and stared.<br /><br />"Oh, Sam!"<br /><br />She rushed forward, and they were in each other's arms, and she felt <br />his wide lips cover her own. Her arms held him tightly, and <br />instinctively she opened her mouth and let her tongue lick across his <br />lips for a second before breaking apart. Sam's large blue eyes were <br />wide, and he laughed enthusiastically.<br /><br />"Now that's what I call a welcome," he breathed. "Oh, Suzanne, it's so <br />good to see you."<br /><br />She wiped the tears from her eyes, and kept one arm around his waist <br />while he shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Delacorte. He looked around.<br /><br />"Mother and Dad didn't come?" he asked disappointedly.<br /><br />"No, afraid not, Sam," said Mr. Delacorte, "Your father's in Chicago on <br />business, and your mother wasn't feeling well. Nothing serious, just a <br />touch of the flu."<br /><br />"Oh, well, you're here," Sam said, looking at Suzanne. "That's all that <br />really matters."<br /><br />They walked back through the terminal and collected his two suitcases, <br />and in ten minutes were driving back down the expressway towards <br />Detroit, Sam sitting close to Suzanne in the back seat of the Delacorte <br />Cadillac, while Mr. and Mrs. Delacorte rode up front, both keeping <br />their eyes tactfully on the road, conscious that the two young people <br />in the back would much rather be alone. Suzanne snuggled close, her one <br />hand on the inside of Sam's thigh; his arm was around her, and every <br />few seconds, they would lean close and kiss. Suzanne felt her loins <br />responding, and she knew Sam was getting excited. She had already <br />noticed the slight bulge in his pants, and inwardly she felt a glow of <br />satisfaction. Oh, she could hardly wait 'til they were really alone. <br />She wanted him so badly, she almost hurt.<br /><br />"You're having dinner with us tonight," said Mrs. Delacorte <br />imperiously, "Of course, we'll drop you off at your home first so you <br />can say hello to your mother, but then you come on over. I know <br />Suzanne's got lots of things to discuss with you, and we have to make <br />plans for the wedding and everything."<br /><br />Sam's eyes almost popped out of his head.<br /><br />"Wedding?"<br /><br />Suzanne squeezed his thigh.<br /><br />"Of course, darling." She kissed him quickly. "Don't tell me you're <br />turning me down?"<br /><br />He grinned happily. "No, of course not," he said firmly. "But I thought <br />at least you'd wait 'til I asked you."<br /><br />Mr. Delacorte's gruff voice broke in.<br /><br />"Sam, if Suzanne's like her mother, you don't stand a chance, take it <br />from me. Mrs. Delacorte proposed and married me before I could say, <br />Drop your drawers."<br /><br />"Really!"<br /><br />Mrs. Delacorte's acid tones were drowned by Sam's loud laugh and <br />Suzanne's high-pitched giggle.<br /><br />"At least you're not marrying her for money," Mr. Delacorte continued <br />more soberly. "Which is comforting."<br /><br />"I'm marrying Suzanne," said Sam evenly, "because I love her."<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Suzanne steered the car carefully around the winding street. Her eyes <br />were on the road, but she knew Sam's were on her, taking in every inch <br />of her profile.<br /><br />"Well," he murmured gratefully. "At last we're alone, really alone."<br /><br />"I know," she replied. "My folks can be a real drag sometimes, but they <br />mean well."<br /><br />The car pulled up outside the large mansion.<br /><br />"You coming in for a while?" asked Sam, putting his hand on her <br />shoulder.<br /><br />"Try and stop me," Suzanne answered.<br /><br />They climbed out of the car and walked up the driveway arm in arm.<br /><br />"That was a good dinner," said Sam inconsequentially.<br /><br />"Mm."<br /><br />"You going to cook for me when we're married?"<br /><br />"Of course."<br /><br />He laughed. "I thought maybe you'd want a cook like your mother has."<br /><br />"Never. I'm going to cook for you, clean house, do everything for you."<br /><br />"Everything?"<br /><br />She squeezed his waist. "Everything."<br /><br />"You sound terribly menacing."<br /><br />"Maybe I am."<br /><br />"I love it."<br /><br />"And I love you."<br /><br />She turned into him, moved her arms up around his neck, and pulled him <br />to her, closing her lips over his. Breathlessly, they clung together, <br />the warm breeze caressing their faces, and the bright moonlight turning <br />Suzanne's hair to silver.<br /><br />They broke apart and continued walking up to the front door.<br /><br />"Mother's probably asleep by now," said Sam, opening the massive carved <br />slab and ushering her inside.<br /><br />"Good. We won't be interrupted then," said Suzanne, walking into the <br />tiled entrance hall, her heels clicking softly.<br /><br />He laughed softly.<br /><br />"Are you planning to seduce me, young woman?"<br /><br />She nodded.<br /><br />"Of course. You really didn't invite me in for coffee now, did you?"<br /><br />"Of course not."<br /><br />"All right, then."<br /><br />She walked into the wide living room, illuminated only by a small <br />reading lamp at the far end. The warm glow gave her cheeks a sensuous <br />patina, and Sam smiled as he approached her, took her in his arms, and <br />kissed her gently.<br /><br />"You're very lovely," he murmured. "And I've missed you terribly."<br /><br />"Me, too. There wasn't a day I didn't wish you were back here. Oh, Sam, <br />why did you ever leave?"<br /><br />"You know why," he replied calmly. "I couldn't stand it any longer."<br /><br />"Couldn't stand what?"<br /><br />"Being with you, but still being at arm's length. You remember that <br />night on Belle Isle?"<br /><br />She nodded. "I'll never forget it."<br /><br />"That's why. I figured I'd better get the hell away for a while. I <br />think I did the right thing."<br /><br />"Maybe you did. I've learned a lot since then."<br /><br />"Like what?"<br /><br />She moved away from him and over to a wide couch. She plumped down, and <br />beckoned him to join her.<br /><br />"Oh, lots of things. Like what a man expects from a girl, and how she <br />should respond."<br /><br />He laughed and sank into the cushions beside her. His hand went around <br />her shoulders, and she leaned to him, her face tilted up invitingly. He <br />kissed her quickly.<br /><br />"Maybe I should see how you've changed."<br /><br />"I haven't changed. I've just improved my education," Suzanne said with <br />a giggle, her mind picturing her naked body on the floor of her <br />apartment and Donald's body descending upon her.<br /><br />"Well, I've had a few experiences myself," said Sam, his hand moving <br />over to her breast and taking it gently in his fingers. "So maybe we've <br />both grown up a little."<br /><br />"Not a little," she replied, feeling her loins responding to his gentle <br />caressing. "A lot."<br /><br />Hungrily, she closed her mouth over his, and as their tongues met she <br />slid her fingers between his legs and gripped his hardening shaft. As <br />their tongues ravenously explored each other's mouths, Suzanne felt her <br />emotions rising as her fingers felt his penis stiffen and throb. She <br />reached for his zipper, and a few seconds later his naked organ was <br />exposed, and her hand was holding it, her mind reeling under the impact <br />of its size and thickness.<br /><br />He broke away and leaned his head back against the couch, his eyes <br />closed. He sighed ecstatically as he felt the surge of sensation <br />through his groin as her fingers expertly pulled his foreskin back and <br />forth over the head of his penis.<br /><br />"Suzanne ... Suzanne," he breathed.<br /><br />She felt the tiger inside her straining to break loose, and then it <br />happened; she felt a shiver through her body, and her emotions rose as <br />she lowered her head with a rush and closed her lips around the end of <br />his shaft, sucking hard and firmly. Her fingers pushed into his pants <br />and pulled out his balls and began fondling them, rolling them in her <br />hand. She gloried in their size, and she felt her vagina oozing juices <br />in anticipation of receiving that thick, long phallus in its hot, <br />hungry cavern.<br /><br />He groaned, and she felt his rod flex in her mouth. Her tongue flicked <br />across the end of his glans, probing his wide cockslit, and her mouth <br />moved up and down, taking his length all the way until she felt the end <br />ram into her throat.<br /><br />"Easy, easy," he whispered. "You'll make me come."<br /><br />She raised up and stared into his eyes.<br /><br />"Come, then," she whispered. "I want you to come."<br /><br />Hungrily she went back to his staff, her fingers massaging the hilt and <br />his balls while her lips sucked harder and harder. She felt it throb <br />and expand, and then his hands came down on her head, holding her <br />firmly as he gasped. She felt a jerk in his hips, and then the sweet, <br />salty taste of his seed was on her tongue, load after load; she gulped, <br />swallowed and continued sucking until he relaxed, exhausted, panting, <br />and he took her head and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her <br />violently. Finally they broke apart.<br /><br />Sam stared at her with wonder in his eyes.<br /><br />"You have changed," he murmured. "Oh, Suzanne ..."<br /><br />"I know," she whispered. "That was wonderful."<br /><br />She went down on him again, sucking the last drops from his tube and <br />nibbling on his foreskin, biting it gently and pulling it over his <br />softening shaft, licking underneath it. He groaned and pulled her head <br />off.<br /><br />"Wait, wait," he pleaded. "Not so hard."<br /><br />"What do you mean?" she said teasingly. "Am I too much?"<br /><br />He laughed. "He's kinda sensitive after he shoots," he explained, and <br />she giggled.<br /><br />"Okay, I'll just let him lie in my mouth. Okay?"<br /><br />She took his rod once more, letting it remain between her lips, feeling <br />its softness, its thickness, and savoring the taste of his come. <br />Finally she raised up.<br /><br />"Okay," Suzanne said brightly. "Now you can take me upstairs to your <br />room, and I'll really show you something."<br /><br />He shook his head in amazement and tucked his penis back in his pants.<br /><br />"I just don't believe it," he said, rising, and pulling her up beside <br />him. "What's happened to you?"<br /><br />"I went to Wayne for an education," she said cryptically. "And I've <br />graduated, that's what."<br /><br />"It makes me feel you've got a practical education rather than academic <br />one," he said guardedly.<br /><br />"Ask no questions, hear no lies," she laughed. "Come on, don't tell me <br />you prefer a coy virgin who doesn't know how to fuck."<br /><br />He gasped. "Suzanne!"<br /><br />"Do I shock you?"<br /><br />He shook his head.<br /><br />"No, because I've not exactly been wasting my time in Europe," he said <br />with a sly grin. "So maybe we can compare notes. In bed, of course," he <br />added, squeezing her waist and leading her towards the stairs.<br /><br />"Of course," she echoed. "Where else is there?"<br /><br />Sam's heart was beating wildly as they entered his room, and he closed <br />the door and clicked the lock. Suzanne walked over to the bed and <br />bounced on it.<br /><br />"Hm, nice and springy," she commented. "Not too much rebound."<br /><br />"You're too much," he said. "Come on, let me undress you. I've always <br />wanted to."<br /><br />"The hell with you," she snapped pleasantly. "Undress yourself. It'll <br />be quicker, and I want to feel you next to me, Sam." She ran across the <br />room into his arms. "I want to hold you naked in my arms, and feel you <br />slide into me, every inch of you. Sam, I want you to fuck me like no <br />one else you've ever fucked."<br /><br />He grinned at her.<br /><br />"The same goes for you, you adorable little hussy," he said, and as he <br />pulled his shirt off and undid his pants, his eyes gazed eagerly at her <br />body as it slowly came into view as one by one her garments fell away <br />until she stood, naked and unashamed before him, her breasts round, <br />full and luscious, her slender waist and her wide hips with the <br />enticing dark-blonde bush between her thighs. She noticed his sex <br />beginning to rise again, and she lay back on the bed, her arms <br />beckoning, and he came to her, lowering his body on top of hers, <br />covering her, his penis between her legs and his arms around her.<br /><br />She shivered as she felt his warm flesh against her own, and she opened <br />her mouth for his tongue. They clung together, and she moved her hips <br />under him, her excitement growing as she felt the hair on his chest <br />rubbing against her nipples.<br /><br />"Oh, fuck me, Sam, fuck me," she whispered.<br /><br />He slid his mouth off her cheeks, down across her neck, and enclosed <br />her breasts in his hungry lips, flicking his tongue across her nipples, <br />going from one to the other, while Suzanne felt her loins heating up, <br />the fire in her vagina not to be denied.<br /><br />"Now, now," she cried out. "I want you in me."<br /><br />Teasingly, his mouth slid over her stomach, and then with a rush he <br />buried his face in her bush, her musky odor in his nostrils exciting <br />him even more than the touch of her flesh.<br /><br />With his hands he pulled open her crevice, exposing her red-hot flesh. <br />His tongue found her clitoris, and he licked, and stabs of erotic <br />arousal suffused her body. She began moving her hips and moaning <br />loudly.<br /><br />"More, more, suck it, suck it," she cried out, and his mouth bit her <br />gently, his teeth closing round the hard nipple of her clitoris while <br />his tongue went wild on her.<br /><br />"Please, please," she urged him. "I want it in me, Sam, now, now."<br /><br />He raised up. His penis was hard and throbbing once more between his <br />legs, its foreskin stretched back exposing his broad flat red head, <br />oozing lube from its slit. He threw one leg over her and gently lowered <br />himself, pressing the end of his cock against her cunt-lips. She moaned <br />and put her hand down to guide it in, thrilling at the touch of his <br />size once more.<br /><br />With a gasp he penetrated her and slid in all the way. As she felt his <br />maleness enter, Suzanne gave a cry of ecstasy. Her insides convulsed <br />and she knew the end of his prick was right up at the mouth of her <br />womb. They fitted, perfectly; they were just the right size. His cock <br />was everything she had hoped and dreamed it would be. With a sudden <br />animal violence, she gripped his shaft with her vagina as he began <br />thrusting in and out of her. She felt his balls slap against her flesh <br />as he rammed home, deep into her, and her nails dragged across his <br />back.<br /><br />Eagerly he lowered his mouth to her breasts and began kissing them as <br />he continued to move inside her, pushing his rod all the way in, then <br />slowly withdrawing until it was almost all the way out, then going back <br />in quickly, all the way. She was writhing in ecstasy, her physical <br />responses heightened by the knowledge that finally it was Sam on top of <br />her, finally it was the one she really loved, and they were together, <br />fucking, not just for the mere animal satisfaction, but because they <br />loved each other.<br /><br />She had never known such feelings within her. Even with Clayton's <br />enormous organ violating her; even Ted or Donald; even the undeniable <br />delight of Yvonne's tongue; none of these compared with the thrills <br />that flooded her, knowing it was Sam's penis within her vagina. It was <br />Sam on top of her. Sam. Sam at last, she breathed, at last.<br /><br />With a cry, Suzanne lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, <br />pushing her hips closer to him and feeling the answering throb of <br />additional excitement in his cock. Her insides convulsed and her vagina <br />was wet with her juices as her hands clawed his skin and she felt her <br />orgasm flood through her. Her mind floated up off the bed; her body <br />seemed to spin suspended on the tip of his cock, which jerked and <br />ejaculated its load into her innermost depths. He cried out, moaning <br />and calling her name, and her throat was dry from the excitement and <br />her calling out to him. "Oh, Sam, Sam, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ..."<br /><br />Slowly they subsided, and she felt him getting soft inside her. He <br />lifted his head and stared into her eyes.<br /><br />"Suzanne ..." he breathed. "It's never been like that before."<br /><br />"Nor me," she replied.<br /><br />"I love you."<br /><br />"I know. I love you, too."<br /><br />They lay still, enjoying the warm afterglow. His penis slid out and he <br />lay beside her, letting her fingers hold his organ gently, while his <br />fingers stroked her breasts.<br /><br />They each had a million questions, but each knew instinctively not to <br />ask them.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Mrs. Delacorte bustled into Suzanne's bedroom, where two maids were <br />busily helping her into her wedding gown.<br /><br />"Now, there's a bride for you," she said loudly, standing with one hand <br />on her hip, surveying her daughter with pride. "You look absolutely <br />ravishing, my dear. You always did look better in white, I think." <br />Suzanne turned and smiled at her.<br /><br />"Yes," Mrs. Delacorte said, "It sets off your coloring. You should be <br />on the cover of McCall's. You look so pure and chaste. The perfect <br />image of unsullied womanhood."<br /><br />"Of course, Mother," replied Suzanne.<br /><br />"Oh, talking of McCall's, the picture in today's paper is really <br />lovely. Look."<br /><br />Suzanne took the newspaper and stared down at the picture of herself on <br />the social page.<br /><br />"It is nice," she commented.<br /><br />"Nice? It's beautiful," said Mrs. Delacorte. "But then, you are <br />beautiful, Suzanne. I'm very proud of you, and so's your father. This <br />reminds me of my own wedding. It seems so long ago now. Oh, dear, I <br />mustn't cry, I mustn't. I'll ruin these new lashes." Carefully she <br />dabbed her eyes with a filmy handkerchief.<br /><br />"Mother, stop carrying on," said Suzanne. "I'm nervous enough as it <br />is."<br /><br />"All right, all right. You almost ready? The car's waiting."<br /><br />"Yes, I'm ready."<br /><br />She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She did look wonderful, <br />she thought; the bodice fitted her perfectly, showing off her full, <br />rounded bosom, and the waist tucked in, giving her a perfect figure. <br />Yes, she did make a wonderful-looking bride. She lifted her head, <br />turned, and followed her mother down the stairs.<br /><br />As she was helped into the back seat of the Cadillac, she wondered what <br />Sam was thinking at that moment. They had seen each other almost daily <br />since his return, and their relationship had become closer and closer. <br />She had slept with him almost every night, and with each encounter they <br />discovered more about each other and the different ways to pleasure <br />their bodies. Oh, Sam, she thought, you're the greatest lover a girl <br />could ever want.<br /><br />The car pulled away from the house, and the trees lining the driveway <br />became a blur. She was only conscious of the wild excitement within her <br />and the anticipation of the honeymoon. They had decided to go to <br />Bermuda for two weeks, and then on to Rio and back through Mexico City. <br />In all, they planned to be gone a month. "That's enough time to get <br />acquainted," Mr. Delacorte had said, squashing his wife's notion of a <br />three-month European tour for them as a going-away present. "After all, <br />they're not going to be doing much sightseeing. What can you see from a <br />hotel suite?" Mrs. Delacorte had sniffed and told him not to be coarse.<br /><br />As the car approached the church in Grosse Pointe, Suzanne saw a small <br />crowd outside. Her heart beat even faster as she noticed two <br />photographers standing to one side, their cameras ready in their hands.<br /><br />The car pulled up slowly, and her father walked down from the steps to <br />help her out. There were gasps of envy from the women, and some man <br />gave a low whistle. Suzanne grinned up at Mr. Delacorte, who nodded his <br />approval.<br /><br />"I'm happy for you," he whispered.<br /><br />"Thanks, Daddy," she replied, and together they walked into the church, <br />her lace veil and train billowing in the slight breeze.<br /><br />The ceremony was brief, and Suzanne was not aware of anything but Sam's <br />firm hand on her own and his deep voice repeating the vows after he <br />minister.<br /><br />"You may now kiss the bride,"<br /><br />She felt Sam's soft lips on her own, a quickly her tongue licked his, <br />and then they separated, flushing, and turned to walk down the aisle. <br />On either side she saw the admiring glances of her friends, the smiles <br />and whispered words of congratulation, and she felt a warm glow within <br />her. She held on to Sam tightly, conscious that the strain was <br />beginning to tell. It would soon be over and they would be away, alone <br />again.<br /><br />They paused at the entrance, and the photographers were standing there. <br />The barrage of flashbulbs blinded her for a moment, and then the hail <br />of rice descended and the excited shouts of the crowd gathered there. <br />Sam helped her down the steps, afraid she might trip on her dress. <br />Suzanne bent down and took the end of it, placing it over her arm. She <br />raised up, and her eyes met another pair among the crush of people, a <br />pair of blue eyes that stared at her with incredible longing and <br />incredible sadness. She felt a stab within her heart, and she paused, <br />unable to move, her attention held by the intensity of the gaze that <br />burned from the youthful features. She felt herself unable to take <br />another step, and was dimly aware of Sam's hand on her arm, pulling her <br />forward, but her feet seemed riveted to the sidewalk.<br /><br />"Come on," whispered Sam, and then he saw her expression. "You all <br />right?"<br /><br />She nodded vaguely, conscious of the sad young face in the crowd which <br />threatened to burst into tears any second. The mouth quivered and <br />formed the words: "I love you." She felt her catch in her throat.<br /><br />"Oh, Donald," she whispered inaudibly to herself, and then she stepped <br />forward, clinging to Sam's arm. As they climbed into the car, she felt <br />the wetness on her own cheeks. Sam put his arm around her shoulders and <br />sudden concern showed on his face.<br /><br />"Darling, you're crying."<br /><br />Slowly the car pulled away and drove quickly up the street, leaving <br />behind the excited throng, cheering and waving hands excitedly, and one <br />lonely young boy, standing apart and alone, his eyes blurring as he <br />watched the limousine disappear around a corner.<br /><br /><br />The End<br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-47452487167746393102007-03-14T23:09:00.000-05:002007-03-14T23:35:13.123-05:00Spread Wide Secretary<a href="http://omzqurx07ozt205235.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/30/177/1773422802.jpg"></a> Veronica Hines stood in front of the mirror admiring her naked body. <br />Her hands went up under her firm, high-placed tits. Those smooth cones <br />of titflesh quivered slightly as she squeezed them. The blonde young <br /><a href="http://p5hsjxxox2we6gt7h.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/157/1573100905.jpg"></a> woman moaned as her fingers traced over the ruddy brown, bumpy surface <br />surrounding the hard, throbbing mushrooms that were her nipples.<br /><br />The body reflected back to the woman was gorgeous. Every line smooth, <br />firm, trim, just right. After all, she was only twenty-one. She <br />shouldn't be getting fat and sloppy. It was a good body, a great body <br />and she admired it even more in the mirror.<br /><br />Her fingers abandoned their erotic posts atop her tits to slither down <br />her flanks. She shivered in delicious ecstasy as her fingers probed and <br />sought all the right places. Her fingers-worked down into the curly <br />mound between her slender thighs.<br /><br />"Ummm, God! Oh, sweet Jesus," Veronica moaned as her fingers dipped <br />between her cunt lips. She stroked slowly at first, then built up the <br />speed until friction sent wondrous thrills of carnal heat all the way <br />up and into her pussy.<br /><br />The blue-eyed girl wanted more of her own fingers. She doubled them <br />inside her already juicy snatch. She frigged herself harder, deeper, <br />until her teeth started chattering in excitement. She pushed herself <br />all the way up to the pinnacle of a good, hard come, then - nothing.<br /><br />The feelings left her body. It was as if she hadn't been giving her own <br />clit and cunt a good fingering. There was just nothing inside her now. <br />Not after two years of marriage to Stan.<br /><br />Stan was a good man, but Veronica felt cheated, robbed. She'd married <br />him less than a year after she'd graduated from high school. She'd <br />thought the few months delay was necessary to prove to the world that <br />she didn't have to get married. Now she wondered if she'd proven <br />anything at all - to herself.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br />She was bored. She was bored to death. She couldn't even make herself <br />come. With Stan in bed, it was even worse. Her husband fucked expertly <br />enough, but there was something he couldn't satisfy in the blue-eyed <br />girl's body. And Veronica didn't have the slightest idea what it was.<br /><br />She hated to think she was frigid, yet she knew that must be the <br />answer. Yet, she hadn't been frigid in high school - far from it! She'd <br />fucked anything that moved and loved every second of it, every inch of <br />cock that dug deeper and harder into her pussy. And Stan had been the <br />best cocksman of all.<br /><br />He literally could fuck all night long. And for the first year of their <br />marriage, they'd done just that a lot of times. But no longer. Veronica <br />found herself lying to Stan about how much she liked his lovemaking. <br />She even faked orgasm to keep him from knowing that there was something <br />wrong with the woman he'd married.<br /><br />"Hey, doll, are you getting ready?" Stan called out. "This is going to <br />be kicky, believe me. We're gonna get one hell of a charge out of it."<br /><br />"Do we have to, Stan?" she asked, her voice trembling as much from fear <br />as anything else. She'd tried to get herself into the mood by finger-<br />fucking herself. Veronica knew it hadn't gotten her into the mood for a <br />little play-acting before they fucked tonight. Yet Stan wanted to do <br />this, he wanted to do it really badly. She owed it to him to go through <br />with his little fantasy.<br /><br />"Honey, come on," he begged.<br /><br />"I'm getting dressed now," she said, her voice under tight control now.<br /><br />She looked at her wedding gown hanging in the closet, all white and <br />crinkly and as lovely as the day she'd put it on two years ago. <br />Veronica shook her head, brushed a stray strand of blonde hair back and <br />began dressing as if she were going to her own wedding again.<br /><br />Maybe this would bring back some of the spark she'd felt when Stan had <br />fucked her right after the wedding.<br /><br />Maybe ...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />"And here's the eager groom carrying his bride over the threshold," <br />said Stan proudly as he scooped Veronica up into his arms.<br /><br />Veronica put her arms around his neck. She liked the strong play of his <br />muscles, but she found it hard to get into this little fantasy of his. <br />They'd gone outside and pretended to just arrive from their wedding.<br /><br />"Hurry, Stan," Veronica whispered hotly in his ear, knowing this was <br />what he wanted to hear. After all, this was exactly what she'd <br />whispered to him two years ago. But then she'd meant it.<br /><br />He quickly carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. <br />She sat there smiling up at him. Stan was handsome, Veronica thought, <br />and strong. Kind, everything she could want in a husband. He had a good <br />job and she didn't have to work.<br /><br />All she had to do was hang around the house all day, bored out of her <br />head and watch soap operas and eat chocolates.<br /><br />Stan shucked off his tuxedo coat and pulled down his zipper. His prick <br />leaped out, red and firm. In spite of the hollowness inside her, <br />Veronica licked her lips at the sight of his huge, tasty prick. She <br />couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees, brushed back a strand <br />of blonde hair and then dived down to take his succulent prick into her <br />mouth.<br /><br />"Umm, God, you sure don't give head like any virgin I ever saw."<br /><br />"How many virgins have you had, Stan?" Veronica asked, her blue eyes <br />flashing. She didn't think Stan had ever had any. But she wanted to <br />find out all of a sudden. In their two years of marriage Stan had never <br />mentioned any other women to her, yet she knew there'd been quite a <br />few.<br /><br />"Suck, damn you, do it! Give me a blow-job! I'm going to explode if you <br />don't! That ceremony dragged on and seeing you got me hot. And then the <br />reception and ... ummm!"<br /><br />"Don't talk dirty," Veronica said, smiling wickedly around the thick <br />plug of his prick in her mouth. His words had sent tremors of delight <br />blasting into her loins. This was one turn-on for her. She loved it <br />when he said all those forbidden words. They did something to her; she <br />didn't know what, but they made her hotter then a blow torch.<br /><br />Veronica applied herself to giving her husband the best head possible. <br />Her tongue raced around the thick tip of his hard prick until she was <br />literally drooling. She sucked harder now, her cheeks going hollow <br />under the strain. The man began hopping from foot to foot, the <br />sensation of stark pleasure ripping into his cock and balls.<br /><br />Veronica redoubled her oral efforts. Bobbing her head up and down, the <br />blonde young woman began sucking his cock. Her lips caressed the sides <br />of his prick as she moved. When Veronica's nose burrowed into the man's <br />thick pubic patch, she wanted to sneeze. Breathing heavily made her <br />nostrils flare - and the hot breeze around his balls made the man even <br />hornier.<br /><br />She felt his prick grow even larger. She cradled his cock with her <br />tongue, marveling at the size of his hard-on. Her lips strained to hold <br />all of his cock in her mouth. But she did. The blue-eyed girl had to <br />get more of his cock. She just had to. Stan's little play-acting was <br />working its magic on her. She felt as if she were carried back two <br />years ago, before she had turned frigid, before she'd lost all interest <br />in sex. This was fun!<br /><br />Her fingers reached out and found the hairy bag holding his balls. She <br />lightly caressed them, fondling them and playing with them until the <br />jism locked inside came to a boil. The way his prick jerked and bucked <br />in the tight confines of her mouth told her how hot he actually was.<br /><br />Stan reached down and gripped Veronica's head. He pulled her face <br />directly against his crotch. Veronica gasped, feeling the blunt tip of <br />his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard and then <br />his prick raced past her tonsils.<br /><br />His steely hard prick was lodged firmly in her throat. Veronica almost <br />panicked. All her air was cut off by his cock. But then she began to <br />respond to the erotic potential of the situation.<br /><br />Here was a man's prick buried all the way down her throat ... she <br />should relax, she should enjoy. And that's exactly what Veronica did.<br /><br />Her tongue slowly moved across the base of his huge prick. But the most <br />stimulation she gave his cock was with her throat. She swallowed and <br />bobbed up and down on the most sensitive portion of his fuck stick.<br /><br />"Shit, honey, you do that better'n any other chick I ever found!"<br /><br />Veronica didn't bother answering. She gave her husband the blowjob of <br />his life. He wouldn't even think of any of the other women in his life <br />after she finished with his prick!<br /><br />Veronica had to pull back, gasping for air. Then she tensed her jaws <br />and raked the sides of his cock with her teeth. He groaned. She didn't <br />give his prick time to actually hurt. She immediately sucked it back in <br />and teased the red cock-tip with her soft lips and darting, teasing <br />tongue.<br /><br />The use of her teeth against his cock had pulled even more blood into <br />his already hard prick. Now he was hugely erect. Every single beat of <br />his heart caused his prick to jerk wildly. And she toyed with the <br />purple crown using the tip of her tongue in the most delightful manner <br />possible.<br /><br />"I ... I'm going to explode! Lemme come in your mouth, honey! Please!"<br /><br />She shook her head, blonde hair falling across her face. Veronica <br />didn't mind the taste of jism - in fact, she loved it. But not now. Her <br />pussy was complaining about how she was neglecting it, for the first <br />time in longer than she could remember, she wanted cock - lots of cock. <br />While the meaty, musky taste of his prick was nice, her pussy demanded <br />to be fed, also.<br /><br />Veronica tossed her head and pulled away, leaving Stan's cock bobbing <br />freely in the cold air. Her saliva ran down the sides of his prick.<br /><br />He reached for her, but she managed to elude him. Veronica stood up, <br />her hands working frantically at the ties on her wedding dress. She <br />managed to get it half off so that it hung down around her waist. <br />Veronica wasn't wearing a bra. She hadn't bothered with them since Stan <br />had been in such a hurry for her to finish dressing. Now Veronica was <br />glad she hadn't bothered to put on a bra.<br /><br />"Jesus, you're half naked!"<br /><br />"Yeah, isn't it a shame? Why don't you get me totally naked?"<br /><br />She moved closer to him so he could help her get the rest of the <br />wedding gown off. His hands fumbled as much as hers in their haste, but <br />he finally succeeded where she had failed. She kicked free of the <br />dress, completely naked now.<br /><br />"Your panties," Stan said wonderingly, you're not wearing any!"<br /><br />"What's wrong? Don't you like that?"<br /><br />"I love it! So thoughtful! God, do I want to fuck you!"<br /><br />She smiled. "Don't talk dirty like that around your virgin bride."<br /><br />"Fuck my virgin bride!" Stan crowed, drinking in Veronica's beauty, as <br />if for the first time.<br /><br />He moved like a zombie. Each foot went in front of the other, and he <br />covered the space between them in a daze. "You're so fucking gorgeous. <br />How I want you!"<br /><br />"Take me," she said simply, meaning it for the first time in months. <br />The oily flow from her pussy lips caused her snatch to glisten in the <br />pale light coming through the bedroom window.<br /><br />His eyes took in every bit of her beauty. He was like a kid in a candy <br />store with a twenty-dollar bill. He hardly knew where to start first. <br />The hair he loved so much was pulled back from her face now. She looked <br />like some sort of naked goddess standing there. From her perfect oval <br />face and those brilliant blue eyes, he worked down quickly along her <br />body.<br /><br />Those tits! He loved them. The deep valley between them seemed to <br />beckon him. In spite of his longing to stick his prick into her cunt <br />and fuck her silly, he had to stop and tend to the aroused nipples <br />lightly pulsing every time her heart beat. The meaty mounds of her <br />succulent titflesh were tasty. He could pop them into his mouth and <br />suck and gnaw and nibble until he got his rocks off. They were that <br />good.<br /><br />Her waist was trim. It offset her flaring ass perfectly. He saw the <br />shadowy depression of her navel and wanted to dip his tongue into it <br />until he found a more delightful orifice ... like her cunt. She moved <br />slowly, sensuously, wiggling around to display all her charms to him.<br /><br />Her tapering, slender legs really turned him on. Her well-fleshed <br />thighs were a delight to crawl between. To feel them on either side of <br />his body as he drove his prick all the way up into her slippery cunt <br />was the nearest thing he had found to heaven. He would have given <br />anything for that now, but he sensed Veronica was in a strange, tense <br />mood.<br /><br />The way his prick hurt him, he doubted if he would be able to take too <br />much more of her love-play. He wanted to fuck her - right now!<br /><br />"Come here, lover boy," she said, her arms extending out to him. He <br />couldn't say no. There wasn't any way. And he was grateful that she <br />didn't want to waste any more time on foreplay. He was at the breaking <br />point.<br /><br />The young blonde woman hungrily pulled him to her body. He felt her <br />tits mash against the well-muscled slab of his chest. The hard little <br />points of her nipples poked into him. He didn't care. His mouth was <br />fully engaged with hers now. Tongue pressing against tongue sent their <br />pulses racing.<br /><br />Veronica felt the old, familiar stab of joy deep inside her body. She <br />moved closer to her husband and rubbed lasciviously against him. She <br />parted her thighs and captured one of his legs. Moving up and down, she <br />rubbed her cunt against his still-clothed upper thigh. She sighed and <br />fuck herself faster. She had to have cock pressing between her cunt <br />lips and plunging all the way up into her belly. She just had to have <br />it or she'd go crazy!<br /><br />"Let me get you naked," she said, her voice trembling with lust. Her <br />fingers worked quickly stripping the tuxedo off him. The studs were <br />easier to unfasten than buttons. In less than thirty seconds, she had <br />his shirt off. Getting his pants off proved harder. His cock poked out <br />of the front of his fly and made pulling the pants down difficult.<br /><br />But she succeeded. The blue-eyed girl's need was so great she was <br />doubly determined to succeed.<br /><br />He pulled her back to a standing position, his throbbingly virile prick <br />pressing hotly against her belly. His hands slid up and down the sides <br />of her ribcage. He pressed his fingers in and felt the bones <br />underneath. But it was the silken-smooth flesh that thrilled him. He <br />stroked upward across her tits. The fleshy bulges of her tits filled <br />his hands. The coppery disks of her areolas deepened in color and her <br />nipples hardened like rubber erasers on a pencil.<br /><br />She thrilled to the sensations rippling into her tits. But she wanted <br />more. The young blonde woman wanted his mouth moving all over her naked <br />body. She wasn't standing there bare-ass naked for nothing. She wanted <br />his tongue in her cunt; she wanted his cock, too. She wanted it all!<br /><br />He licked and lapped down the deep canyon between the melon-sized <br />mounds of her tits. His rough, pink tongue probed hard and made her <br />gasp in reaction. He slowly spiraled up her left tit, leaving behind a <br />trail of spit that cooled instantly.<br /><br />Veronica stood for a moment, then she realized her legs were growing <br />too weak to continue in this position. The carpet under her bare feet <br />was thick and richly piled. She decided this was a good a place as any <br />to fuck. She carefully lowered herself so that his tongue never left <br />her tits.<br /><br />By the time she was stretched full length on the soft rug, his mouth <br />had almost reached the crest of her left tit. Her nipple was hard and <br />pulsing with every single beat of her heart now. It was filled with <br />aroused blood and felt as if it would explode like the safety valve on <br />a pressure cooker.<br /><br />"More, Stan, give me more of that sweet, sucking mouth of yours. I need <br />it so baaad!"<br /><br />He concentrated on the silken flesh under his lips, the hard pebble of <br />her nipple, the tantalizing odor rising from her excited cunt. He was <br />barely able to keep from jetting off he was so excited. Keeping his <br />orgasm under control after she had sucked on his prick wasn't easy. Now <br />he was fighting to get as much stimulation out of this naked bitch as <br />he could before coming.<br /><br />He found the throbbing button of nipple. His lips worked magic on it. <br />He finally sucked her nipple into his mouth. Using his teeth, he <br />stimulated it until it grew to almost twice the size it had been. <br />Instead of a tiny mushroom trembling with life, he now had a tiny <br />finger pressing hotly into the tip of his tongue.<br /><br />He'd show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to use her teeth to <br />excite and thrill.<br /><br />"God, Stan, God! I feel it all the way down into my chest. I'm on fire! <br />I'm burning up inside! Fuck me, go on and stuff that big cock of yours <br />all the way up my cunt and fuck meeeee!"<br /><br />She used all the words she had thought were dirty. They sent lightning <br />bolts of desire along every nerve. She almost came just saying them. <br />Almost. To really come she would need that prick of his driving hard <br />and trying to split her apart all the way to the chin.<br /><br />This was the best their fucking had been in a year - maybe longer. She <br />was getting into the fantasy of this being their wedding night. She was <br />actually responding powerfully to Stan, as powerfully as she had on her <br />real wedding night!<br /><br />Trembling hands reached down for the pulsating pillar of his prick. The <br />nearness of a hard and eager cock was almost more than she could stand. <br />Stan's tongue danced lightly all over her tits and made her acutely <br />aware of her own body.<br /><br />"Give it all to me!" she demanded. "Your cock! This!"<br /><br />She jerked hard at his fuck stick to let him know what she wanted and <br />where she wanted it. Her legs drifted wantonly wide to give him the <br />full area of her cunt to drive his cock into.<br /><br />He straightened from his delectable task of gobbling her tits and <br />looked down. He gasped at the sight of her milky white thighs so widely <br />parted - and all for him!<br /><br />She held his prick in a vise-like grip. He wasn't going to escape, even <br />if he had been stupid enough to want to try. Her ass was crushed into <br />the carpet beneath, stimulating her more than she would have thought <br />possible. Wild thoughts flashed through his lust-dazed mind. Fucking on <br />the carpet wasn't a good thing. It might spot the rug.<br /><br />Her impassioned cry snapped him back to the business at hand.<br /><br />"Stan, dammit, fuck meeee!"<br /><br />"Huh?"<br /><br />She pulled painfully hard at his cock to guide him toward the wet lips <br />of her pussy. They were like the gates of heaven to him. Both he and <br />the passionate blonde young woman groaned loudly as the very tip of his <br />prick touched her wet, pink, trembly pussy lips. He wanted to plunge in <br />balls deep, but he didn't. He restrained himself. He wanted to savor <br />this moment for as long as possible.<br /><br />While he was enjoying the nearness of her aroused body, the young girl <br />was about ready to explode inside. She could feel the heat of his cock <br />adding to the carnal heat boiling out from her seething pussy. Her <br />entire cunt was on the verge of convulsing with orgasm. But it needed <br />the delightful trigger of his cock fucking her.<br /><br />She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He couldn't <br />escape her now! This action pulled the purpled knob of his cock hard <br />into her sopping wet cunt. His cock sank in just an inch, but it felt <br />as if a burning hot poker had been jabbed into her soft, vulnerable <br />cunt flesh.<br /><br />"God, Stan, I need this soooo!"<br /><br />"And I need you!" he exclaimed.<br /><br />He reached under her body and cupped the smoothly curving moons of her <br />asscheeks in each hand. Lifting, he was in a better position to drive <br />his throbbing prick all the way into her lewdly splayed, blonde-furred <br />cunt.<br /><br />He sank all the way to the hilt in her seething morass of wet pussy. He <br />felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He squeezed <br />down hard on her asscheeks and twisted her from side to side. It took <br />all his control to keep from coming. He was totally surrounded by <br />wanton female flesh. The hot sheath of her cunt gripped and pulled and <br />squeezed on his cock as he moved slowly inside her.<br /><br />She gasped in the throes of ecstasy. This was what she had been needing <br />all day long. The waiting for the ceremony had been an illicit thrill, <br />but it hadn't really sated her intense desires. The long ceremony and <br />reception had made her hot to fuck. And now his cock filled her to <br />overflowing. This was the payoff. Her tender cunt walls struggled to <br />expand to take the huge girth of his prick. For a moment, she was <br />positive he'd rip her apart, then she felt her pussy expanding to <br />accommodate the pulsating wand of hard cockflesh inside her cunt.<br /><br />She demanded more. "Fuck harder! Deeper! I want to feel every goddamn <br />inch of your prick fucking meeeee!"<br /><br />"Not so loud," he panted. "The damn nosy neighbors'll have the cops <br />down on our asses if you keep shouting like that."<br /><br />"I can't help shouting. What else should I do with such a huge cock <br />shoved all the way up my poor little cunt? I want to feel it fucking my <br />pussy. Give it to me till I beg for you to stop - and then fuck me even <br />harder!"<br /><br />Speaking those words got to the blonde young woman. She glowed white-<br />hot inside. She could sense Stan's prick twitching and dancing around <br />in her tight cunt. The girl began tensing and relaxing her muscles to <br />give his hidden cock a massage he wouldn't soon forget.<br /><br />"Ummmm, shit!" he moaned.<br /><br />And then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt his cock <br />slip backwards, struggling against the pressure she exerted with her <br />cunt walls. The friction of that retreat started tiny fires of desire <br />all along her slippery fuck tunnel. Her love oils finally betrayed her <br />and he slid out until only the thick, bulbous head of his prick <br />remained inside her hot pussy lips.<br /><br />Then he slammed his prick back in as hard as he could. Their crotches <br />mashed together. She felt his fingers urging her to movement. She <br />ground her blonde bush against his and her entire world shattered. Her <br />tiny clit had poked up out of its sheath of protective flesh to see <br />what was happening. It received a full dose of his body moving against <br />it.<br /><br />She thought someone had driven an icepick up her cunt.<br /><br />She came hard. Very hard. She struggled and writhed and moaned and <br />clawed at him. But she came and came and came. His prick moved slowly <br />inside her, and this fanned the flames of her passion even more. His <br />prick picked up speed and was soon fucking her as hard and deep as she <br />could have wanted.<br /><br />Her voice caught in her throat. But it was all right. She couldn't have <br />asked for a better fucking. She felt his hot prick digging deeper into <br />her seething pussy. Her entire cunt convulsed with the power of her <br />repeated orgasms.<br /><br />And then his hips went crazy. He fucked without any rhythm or finesse. <br />She felt his cock expanding inside the tight tunnel of her cunt. His <br />come wasn't far behind.<br /><br />"Gotta fuck you, just gotta!" he cried out.<br /><br />The white hot surge of his come hit her tender cunt walls. The feel of <br />that liquid rush set her off again. Veronica gasped aloud while her <br />husband whitewashed her pussy walls with his jism.<br /><br />It seemed to be over too soon. In spite of her unbridled enjoyment, a <br />few seconds earlier, Veronica felt drained now, empty again, totally <br />hollow. The brief second of ecstasy was all gone. And she felt as <br />miserable as she had before.<br /><br />She brought her own cunt-juice-stained fingers to her lips and lightly <br />licked. Tears began running down her face when she realized nothing <br />would get her off again - unless she did something to break out of the <br />boredom gripping her entire life.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br />Veronica didn't know if she should do this or not. Yet she felt so <br />rotten all the time she knew she had to do something to change her life <br />drastically. Last night with Stan should have been the best fucking <br />ever. It should have been. He was turned on in a big way and the <br />memories from her own wedding night had come back strongly enough to <br />allow her to get off once - just once.<br /><br />The word rattled inside her head. Once. Only after they'd been married <br />had she been able to get off a dozen times or more. The climaxes had <br />come like a string of firecrackers going off. But that happened no <br />longer.<br /><br />Now she had to be content with a single come.<br /><br />And even this was denied her most nights they fucked. Veronica knew <br />that she had to do something. And maybe answering the ad in the <br />newspaper would do it.<br /><br />Stan didn't like the idea of her finding a job. So, she thought, she <br />just wouldn't tell him she was going out looking. Maybe if she found a <br />job she could recover some of the feelings lost in her marriage. Maybe <br />she could drive away the boredom stalking her constantly.<br /><br />Veronica knew she should have enjoyed the hell out of the fucking Stan <br />had given her last night. And she had - for a few seconds. That <br />convinced her she wasn't totally around the bend. There was still life <br />left in the trim, sleek white body she possessed. Getting out into the <br />world, meeting people, finding new interests, maybe all that would <br />revitalize her so she could enjoy the wondrous things in life - like <br />Stan's huge prick.<br /><br />Acme Manufacturing Company, the ad read.<br /><br />Her bright blue eyes skimmed down the small ad until she came to the <br />bottom.<br /><br />"So, Acme it is," she said to herself. "They need a secretary - and <br />I'll give 'em the best damn one in the whole world. Me!"<br /><br />She finished off her coffee, made sure Stan had left for the office, <br />then went and dressed in her new brown tweed suit. She studied herself <br />briefly in the mirror and knew she was a knockout.<br /><br />"That job's as good as mine," she said confidently. And out she went to <br />land it.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />"Well, Mrs. Hines," said Mr. Marshall, the director of personnel, <br />"these are hard times. Recession. Lots of people out of a job. We have <br />more people wanting this single job than you can imagine."<br /><br />"But I'm qualified," Veronica protested, leaning forward slightly. "I <br />can do the work. I want to do the work."<br /><br />Mr. Marshall leaned back in his chair, as if seeing her for the first <br />time. His eyes raked over the impudent swell of her tits pushing <br />against the thin blouse under her tweed jacket. He hadn't missed a <br />single sway of her womanly ass or the slender, smoky flash of her <br />pantyhose-clad legs as she'd come into the room.<br /><br />His cock began swelling as he eyed her.<br /><br />"We need team players, Mrs. Hines. Do you understand what I mean?"<br /><br />"I'll do whatever I can for the company," Veronica said slowly. The <br />blue-eyed blonde had the uneasy feeling he was watching her like a <br />snake watches a bird.<br /><br />"It goes beyond that. We get lots of women as qualified as you are. You <br />need to show me something ... extra. You need to show me you can work <br />on my team, do things for me ... as well as the company," the portly <br />man added hurriedly.<br /><br />"I don't understand," Veronica said slowly, afraid that she did <br />understand. He wasn't going to give her the job unless she put out for <br />him.<br /><br />"Come, come, Veronica," he said, taking the liberty of calling her by <br />her first name. "You're not stupid. I can see that. And I can see much <br />more. You know what I mean." Mr. Marshall licked his lips and stood up, <br />the bulge obvious in his pants.<br /><br />Veronica didn't know what to do. She could leave, but she wanted the <br />job. It seemed perfect. But to put out for such a pig!<br /><br />The slight delay spurred Mr. Marshall on. He came over and laid his <br />hand against her cheek, stroking lightly.<br /><br />"So lovely. I'll bet you have a damned near virgin-tight pussy, too. <br />Don't you, my dear?"<br /><br />"Burn in hell, you slimy toad!" she cried, recoiling from his hand as <br />if he'd burned her.<br /><br />She read the anger in his eyes and tried to run. She only got a couple <br />steps before he caught her. He spun her around, his fingers gliding out <br />to the collar of her blouse. He dipped down the neckline and grabbed. <br />With a savage jerk, he sent the buttons skittering to all corners of <br />the room. Her naked tits bobbed into view.<br /><br />"Mr. Marshall! You can't do this!"<br /><br />"I can and I will. You come on so damned strong. You one of those <br />goddamn Women's Lib types wanting to push men around? You a cock-<br />teaser, you sultry bitch? I'll show you what it takes to make it around <br />Acme Manufacturing!"<br /><br />His fingers locked like steel bands on her arms. She fought, but it did <br />no good. He lifted her like a rag doll and carried her to the small <br />couch near the far wall of the office. He dumped her unceremoniously on <br />the sofa. She felt the springs protesting the sudden load. Before she <br />could get her feet under her to roll away and escape, Mr. Marshall was <br />beside her.<br /><br />"I'm gonna tie you up and show you what I want from a team player at <br />this company. Maybe you'll get the idea so I don't ever have to fuck <br />you like this again."<br /><br />Veronica gasped when he pulled loose the curtain sash and looped it <br />around her left wrist. He knotted the cord at the leg of the sofa. No <br />matter how much she fought, he was heavier and stronger. He soon had <br />both her hands bound above her head.<br /><br />By the time she thought about kicking, he was ready to fasten her <br />ankles to the legs of the couch. He didn't bother to strip off her <br />brown tweed skirt. He just rolled it into a tight band around her <br />waist, exposing her stocking-clad legs. He went ahead and tied her <br />ankles securely, leaving the blonde woman half naked and helpless on <br />the sofa. He looked down at her and lightly brushed his fingertips over <br />one of her trembling nipples.<br /><br />"You get off on this, don't you, you common slut? Well, I'll show you <br />what a real man can do. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been <br />fucked before. And you're gonna love it."<br /><br />Veronica fought against the ropes. The more she struggled, the tighter <br />the knots became. She felt the circulation cutting off her hands and <br />feet. Naked to the waist, she thought she was at least going to escape <br />having him fuck her. If he tried to untie her legs to get her skirt <br />off, she could kick him away.<br /><br />Mr. Marshall came back with a large pair of scissors. He shoved the <br />sharp-pointed instrument next to the girl's tender-fleshed leg. She <br />cringed and tried to get away. She couldn't. The ropes held her too <br />securely. He pressed the scissors into her skin and began cutting away <br />her pantyhose. She gasped when he reached her thigh, her skirt bunched <br />up around her waist.<br /><br />He was so close to her cunt!<br /><br />"Please, Mr. Marshall, let's talk about it. We can -"<br /><br />"We've talked. It's time I did something."<br /><br />He began cutting across her snatch. She felt the cold metal blades <br />pressing against her cunt lips. He had caught her bikini briefs and <br />sheared them away at the same time.<br /><br />By the time he was all the way down her other leg, the lovely young <br />woman was totally naked on the sofa. Never had she felt more helpless <br />in her life. She watched a man she thought she knew tower over her and <br />menace her.<br /><br />"Now we fuck," he said.<br /><br />She shivered with cold and fear. His hands caressed her belly, moved to <br />the blonde tangle of her pussy mound. He grabbed a handful of her <br />fleecy cornsilk pubic hair and jerked. She screamed as her hips lifted <br />involuntarily off the sofa.<br /><br />"This is the way I want your hips to be when I'm ready to fuck your <br />cunt. Do you understand?"<br /><br />"Mr. Marshall, please, don't do this to me."<br /><br />"Do you understand?" he demanded again.<br /><br />He pulled harder on the handful of pussy fur he held. She though she <br />would go out of her mind with pain. It had been rough when she'd lost <br />her cherry when she was only fifteen, but the pain had been nothing <br />like this. She had loved the nearness of cock then and, in spite of her <br />misgivings, she had thought any cock in her body was better than <br />getting none.<br /><br />But this was torture. The man who should have been interviewing her for <br />the job was misusing her - abusing her!<br /><br />"Yes, oh God, Mr. Marshall, stop! Don't do it to me! Not like this." <br />She began to sob quietly. The tears ran down her cheeks. She wanted to <br />reach out and wipe them away, but with her hands bound over her head, <br />she couldn't.<br /><br />She had to watch Mr. Marshall slowly undress. He peeled out of his <br />shirt and showed his sagging chest, gleaming with the sweat of exertion <br />from tying her up. As he shucked out of his pants, she was surprised to <br />see his hard-on. It quivered and jerked at attention in front of his <br />crotch. She had been expecting him to force her to suck on it to make <br />it hard. But his cock was already a fully functioning fuck stick.<br /><br />He threw away the last of his clothes and jumped onto the couch. <br />Veronica groaned as the springs bounced under her. This caused her arms <br />and legs to feel as if they would be pulled out of their sockets. She <br />didn't know if she was more scared or more turned on.<br /><br />The sight of the man's cock did things to her. She remembered how good <br />it had been once, how she had enjoyed fucking men. But now, he was so <br />demanding that he had turned her off. Veronica didn't know how to <br />react.<br /><br />So her body responded for her.<br /><br />Thick juices began boiling in her pussy. She felt the sluggish fluid <br />leaking around her puckered pussy lips and running down into the crack <br />of her ass. As the love oils ran into her asshole, she remembered with <br />growing lust how it would feel having Mr. Marshall fucking her there. <br />In spite of herself, the blue-eyed blonde was getting more and more <br />turned on.<br /><br />"Get that ass off the couch like I told you!" snapped Mr. Marshall.<br /><br />"Please, Mr. Marshall, let me go. We can work this out."<br /><br />"Do it!<br /><br />The frightened girl didn't have the chance to obey. Rough hands grabbed <br />a double handful of assflesh and lifted until she was straining at the <br />limits of her bonds. She shrieked in agony. What was worse was the way <br />his fingers dived down into the humid canyon between her buttocks. She <br />couldn't help remembering the gentle touch Stan had used the night <br />before. And she hadn't really responded then. But she was getting <br />hotter and hotter now because of Mr. Marshall's rough treatment.<br /><br />Veronica was confused. She didn't know what to do, what to feel. She <br />felt her hips lifting in response to the brutal man's orders.<br /><br />"That's more like it. Now what do you want up that slimy cunt of <br />yours?" He lifted even harder until Veronica thought her arms would <br />come unglued from her body.<br /><br />"Your c-c-cock!" she stuttered. "Stuff it in and fuck my cunt!"<br /><br />"Good, but not good enough. You're going to have to beg me for my cock <br />after all you've said. It's not dull, is it, having me fuck you? Tell <br />me, dammit, tell me!"<br /><br />Veronica hardly knew what to do or say. Lightning bolts of blazing <br />agony lanced into her shoulders. She thought her hips would break under <br />the strain. As the man kneeled between her wide-spread legs, she <br />experienced a completely and totally helpless feeling that wouldn't go <br />away. It was even worse than when she went to her doctor to have her <br />cunt examined. Feet in those metal stirrups made her feel exposed; this <br />was infinitely worse.<br /><br />"Please fuck me!" she gasped. She would do anything to make the pain go <br />away. She was humiliated and debased. Anything that would get the man's <br />rocks off so he would leave her alone was okay with her.<br /><br />"Again. Tell me again and in more detail."<br /><br />"I need you fucking my cunt. I need to feel your cock buried all the <br />way up my pussy. I need it sooooo!"<br /><br />She was shrieking with the misery of her situation. And when the man's <br />cock slammed into her delicately scalloped inner cunt lips, she <br />shrieked again. It was so unexpected that it sent a tremor of fear <br />throughout her tender, young, bound body.<br /><br />The head of his throbbing cock parted her slippery cunt lips and sank <br />into her body. She thrashed around but couldn't really move. His hands <br />brutally pinched her asscheeks and lifted her off the couch. His prick <br />shot another inch into her convulsing cunt.<br /><br />She gasped and tried to tell him to stop. The words wouldn't come. In <br />spite of her predicament, Veronica found herself being more and more <br />turned on. This was a different style of fucking. Veronica hardly knew <br />her own body any more. She couldn't respond to her own husband, but Mr. <br />Marshall's rough fucking made her all wet in the pussy and hot to feel <br />even more of his long, hard prick fucking into her. She was too <br />confused. The lovely young woman didn't know what to make of it.<br /><br />What did it matter if she didn't approve of being tied up while he was <br />fucking her?<br /><br />His prick sank another couple inches into her virgin-tight cunt. She <br />quit struggling and tried to enjoy the fucking. The ropes cut savagely <br />into her wrists and ankles and made her feel cold all over. But his <br />cock warmed her right up the center of her body.<br /><br />The blue-eyed blonde's loins blazed hot as Mr. Marshall slammed balls <br />deep into her cunt. She felt the tender walls of her pussy rushing to <br />expand around the thick plug of his cock. She gasped with delight when <br />his hips began stirring the prick around inside her. She was able to <br />enjoy every single twitch and pulsation that way.<br /><br />"What do you want, bitch?" the man demanded. "Tell me what you want me <br />to do. And it had better be the right thing!"<br /><br />"Fuck meeeee!" she screamed.<br /><br />His hips slammed forward, burying his prick even deeper in her cunt. <br />She sobbed with the pain and pleasure as his body ground into hers. He <br />had smashed so hard and fast into her cunt that her pussy lips had been <br />folded inside. Her cunt walls collapsed mightily around his cock as <br />orgasm seized control of her body. She thrashed around, straining once <br />more against the ropes binding her.<br /><br />Something about being unable to move freely added fuel to the fires of <br />her come. She thrashed harder, felt more restrained by the ropes and <br />burned brighter with her climax.<br /><br />"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" she bellowed.<br /><br />The man gasped as her pussy crushed down on his prick. He pulled back <br />against the intense pressure surrounding him. He thought a hand in a <br />velvet glove had gripped his prick. But the lewd squishing sound as he <br />broke the incredible suction of her cunt told him different. He wasted <br />no time ramming his cock back in to the hilt. His balls slapped wetly <br />against her upturned ass as he repeatedly fucked her.<br /><br />Total delight seized Veronica. She let herself go. There wasn't <br />anything else she could do. And the feel of his cock working so <br />insistently against her pussy warmed her with more and more friction. <br />The thick cockhead expanded as his powerful strokes lengthened.<br /><br />Every single thrust into her agitated cunt lifted her ass off the bed <br />now. He didn't have to grasp her asscheeks and pull at them as he had <br />done earlier. She felt her own inner juices lubricating her crotch as <br />his bush ground passionately into hers.<br /><br />"More! Fuck me more!" she cried. All she heard was the pounding of her <br />own pulse in her head and the man's deep grunts as he exerted himself <br />even more.<br /><br />She thought she would die if he stopped fucking. But he was too turned <br />on by the situation to stop. She came hard. The orgasm was the sweetest <br />she had had from any man. But Mr. Marshall hardly noticed her intense <br />joy as her cunt tightened around his cock. His balls had shrunk and the <br />intense passion locked inside with the boiling hot jism spurred him on.<br /><br />He fucked faster. His hands rested on either side of the bound girl's <br />body. His prick vanished into the golden nest of her pussy and stroked <br />hard along the juicy walls of her cunt. The heat from her guts boiled <br />out and set fire to his fuse. The heat inched back along his cock until <br />it reached the powder keg of his balls.<br /><br />He exploded. His prick reamed her out and then it erupted. Hot jism <br />fountained from the end of his cock. He shrieked in joy and arched his <br />back to drive himself even farther into the bound woman's pussy.<br /><br />Veronica almost came again. Almost. And it was that wracking need that <br />made her strain so hard against the ropes that they cut into her flesh <br />and caused blood to flow.<br /><br />"More, you ignorant cocksucker. Fuck me more!" she begged. "I need it! <br />God, do I need more fucking! Your cock, gimme your fucking cock. <br />Please, oh, please ..."<br /><br />Veronica relaxed on the sofa, sobbing. She turned her head to one side <br />so she wouldn't have to see Mr. Marshall straighten. His prick limply <br />slid from her cunt amid a flow of her own oils and his spent come.<br /><br />"Good," the man said. "I approve of a woman who knows how to be a team <br />player. Do you want the job? If you do - and you know the rules around <br />here now - it's yours."<br /><br />Veronica didn't speak to him as he snipped her wrists and ankles free <br />of their bonds. She rolled over on the sofa, crying. But she was <br />confused. The blue-eyed blonde didn't know exactly what she was crying <br />about.<br /><br />Was it because the man had raped her? Or was it because she had gotten <br />off on it? She had enjoyed this bizarre fucking as much as she had <br />enjoyed more sedate fucking when she'd first gotten married. She felt <br />alive inside, in spite of the humiliation and degradation of the rape.<br /><br />"I ... I'll take the job," she gasped out. It sounded like a stranger's <br />voice. But the warmth in her loins was familiar. It was the same lovely <br />feeling in her guts that she'd always had after a hard fucking back in <br />the good old days. The days before she'd become frigid.<br /><br />"Good. Report to work tomorrow morning at eight. You'll be under Karl <br />Bennet in the purchasing department."<br /><br />Mr. Marshall went back to his desk, already dressed and looking bored.<br /><br />Veronica slowly sat up and rubbed her wrists. The buttons on her blouse <br />were all gone. She didn't bother looking for them. She pulled the front <br />of her tweet jacket tightly around her, pulled down the wrinkled brown <br />tweed shirt and walked out of the office on shaky legs.<br /><br />But she'd gotten the job!<br /><br />And the spark of fire inside her had been rekindled in a bizarre, <br />outrageously degrading way.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br /><br />Veronica worried a lot about what had happened to her at Acme <br />Manufacturing Company as she sat and tried to set on new buttons down <br />the front of her torn blouse. She had enjoyed the rape.<br /><br />Actually enjoyed it.<br /><br />The warmth still glowed inside her loins from the feel of Mr. <br />Marshall's steely cock. That bothered her more than she could put into <br />words. With Stan, there wasn't any thrill like that. And he was gentle, <br />kind, considerate. He always seemed to know what she wanted - or had <br />wanted until about a year ago. That was when the boredom of her <br />existence had really started getting to her.<br /><br />But why respond to Mr. Marshall and not to her very own husband's rigid <br />prick?<br /><br />The gorgeous blonde had no answer for that one.<br /><br />Maybe she wasn't frigid at all. The intensity of her climax with Mr. <br />Marshall had proven that. Maybe all the cobwebs in her mind had been <br />burned away. She might be able to experience full orgasm with Stan now. <br />And she knew she'd have to try it the instant he got home.<br /><br />The sound of the car door slamming sent the blue-eyed girl running to <br />the front room. Stan was just coming in when Veronica launched herself <br />at him.<br /><br />"Stan, darling!" she sobbed, her arms going around his neck.<br /><br />"Hey, doll, what's wrong? You haven't greeted me like this in months <br />and months. You haven't dented a fender on your car, have you?"<br /><br />"No, Stan, nothing like that. I ... I've been thinking about you. <br />Thinking about what we did last night. And I ... I mean, I want to do <br />it again."<br /><br />"Sure, why not?" he said, his voice light and airy. "Let's have some <br />supper and then we can go and -"<br /><br />"No, Stan, not later. I want you. Now." The gorgeous blonde's hand <br />slithered down his body and pressed against his crotch.<br /><br />Stan's eyes widened in surprise. "Why the sudden change? Lately, I've <br />been thinking you haven't wanted to screw around. I figured a little <br />fantasy - like last night - might spark things up for you. But I never <br />thought you'd get this horny this fast."<br /><br />"Don't talk, Stan. Kiss me!"<br /><br />She crushed her lips against his, her tongue snaking out to erotically <br />duel with his. She needed to prove to herself that Mr. Marshall's <br />fucking didn't mean a damn thing to her, that only her own husband's <br />steel-hard cock could cause her to come.<br /><br />He broke off the kiss. "Damn, but you did get turned on by last night. <br />Fan-fucking-tastic!" He scooped her up and carried her off to the <br />darkened bedroom. He dumped her onto the bed. She lifted herself up <br />onto her elbows and watched as Stan's eyes widened in surprise.<br /><br />Twitching again and wiggling down a little in the hard bed, she let her <br />legs drift wider apart to give her husband a better view of her cunt.<br /><br />"See anything you like?" she taunted.<br /><br />"Damn straight!"<br /><br />"I hope it is," she answered.<br /><br />He couldn't take his eyes off her naked, churning cunt. She hadn't put <br />on any panties in the hope that he'd fuck her right away. His hands <br />worked feverishly at his zipper to let his hard cock come racing out.<br /><br />She tugged at his rigid prick. "Yeah, it's damned straight. And hard. <br />And just a teeny bit cold. I know a nice, warm, damp place for it."<br /><br />She pulled him hard enough to make him yelp, but he moved his long <br />prick, his lovely, steel-hard fucking prick closer to her twat.<br /><br />She felt his cock bucking like a wild bronco in her grip. Stan was <br />going to cream all over her like a teenager getting his first piece of <br />ass. Stan was an experienced cocksman, after all, and should have been <br />in better control of himself.<br /><br />Like Mr. Marshall would have been.<br /><br />Veronica shivered. No matter what happened, she kept thinking about the <br />abuse that Mr. Marshall had given her. And how much she had gotten off <br />on it. She doubted Stan would understand; he certainly wouldn't tie her <br />up before fucking her. She knew him well enough for that.<br /><br />This would have to be a straight, plain, ordinary fucking.<br /><br />Veronica sighed as he began exploring her lush body. His mouth closed <br />on one upturned tit and he sucked hard. The pressure of his tongue on <br />the nipple sent a spike of joy into her chest. His tongue teased her <br />nipple until it was a hard, red pebble of pulsating lust.<br /><br />When he began nibbling on her tit, she abandoned herself to the <br />feelings rampaging through her. Maybe she could get off on the way he <br />was sucking her tits, feeling her legs, pressing his hairy chest down <br />against her softly yielding body.<br /><br />She reached out and pulled his head down firmly against her tits. Stan <br />got the message that she wanted more of his mouth all over her luscious <br />tits. He began licking and kissing and lightly nipping at her tender <br />flesh.<br /><br />The rough wetness of his tongue sent shudders into her that pushed her <br />slowly up the pinnacle toward orgasm. It wasn't like having a rigid <br />prick deep in her churning cunt fucking her, pleasuring her, but it was <br />better than nothing.<br /><br />He rolled his tongue around in a broad circular pattern. His tongue <br />pressed the rock-hard nipple down into the firm flesh of her tit before <br />starting a spiral down the slope of her boob. When he finally reached <br />the base of her tit, he buried his face in the deep canyon between <br />those luscious mounds of titflesh. The motion of his tongue back and <br />forth between her tits caused her breath to quicken.<br /><br />Veronica felt now that Stan was inept as a lover. She had thought he <br />was pretty good until she'd found Mr. Marshall. That man stimulated her <br />and made her come alive. But not this man - this child! She wanted and <br />needed a real man to command her, to dominate her, to make her feel <br />like a real woman.<br /><br />But still there was the aching emptiness between her thighs. A hand <br />stroking her leg wasn't good enough. There had to be more. And that <br />"more" was steely cock.<br /><br />She wiggled under him again and managed to position herself so her <br />churning cunt was wide open. He crushed down on top of her, his cock <br />far away from the blood-engorged, dripping pussy lips so hungrily <br />awaiting his prick.<br /><br />"Go on, please, ohhh! Your tongue's nice, but I want more! I want that <br />gorgeous cock of yours. Now!"<br /><br />He began working his way up her body like a snake slithering up a tree <br />trunk. He kissed and licked his way until their mouths crushed together <br />firmly.<br /><br />By now, Veronica was frantic with lust. She would do anything to feel <br />his cock driving hard and deep into her belly. Her tongue stabbed out <br />and into his mouth. Tongues meeting, they began rolling around in <br />amorous, erotic acrobatics. She let her rough, pink tongue glide back <br />and forth over his to give him the idea of what she really wanted.<br /><br />This didn't seem to spur him on. Veronica began darting her tongue in <br />and out of his mouth in a mock fucking that would surely give him the <br />idea of what she so passionately needed from him.<br /><br />Whether this did the trick or not, the blonde girl didn't know. All she <br />cared about was the tremor passing into her gut when she felt the blunt <br />nose of his rigid prick pushing against her dripping pussy lips. This <br />was what she wanted. If he couldn't abuse her, whip her, spank her, <br />this was exactly what she needed!<br /><br />She tried hunching up to take him full length up her juicy, seething-<br />hot, churning cunt. Somehow, Stan managed to elude her. He was going to <br />fuck her in his own way, at his own convenience.<br /><br />No matter that she was being driven insane with lust, with need for his <br />cock. He granted her only about an inch of his pulsating prick. And it <br />felt like heaven to her hungry cunt.<br /><br />She squirmed back and forth, savoring the inch of wrist-thick cock <br />inside her sopping cunt. His prick split her sex lips apart far enough <br />for her to feel, really feel, his rigid prick. Using well-trained <br />muscles, she clamped down on his shivering cock with her slippery pussy <br />lips. Her churning cunt was now a lewdly grinning mouth trying to <br />swallow his cock whole.<br /><br />A tiny whimper was all she heard from him. Veronica couldn't speak <br />because he had finally rammed his cock full length into her seething <br />pussy. The long cock buried in her steamy interior bounced around like <br />a thing gone insane.<br /><br />The very motion of his rigid prick against her delicate pussy walls was <br />enough to make her groan with pleasure. It was so good having a man's <br />prick in her churning cunt again. Now, if he'd only fuck her!<br /><br />Stan moved his hips in a slow circle, grinding his crotch firmly <br />against hers. She felt the juices oozing from her cunt and lubricating <br />their groins. A tiny trickle of the thick oil tormented her as it ran <br />down the inside of her milky white leg. She remembered how Mr. Marshall <br />had felt inside her. This wasn't quite the same. Not quite. Not enough <br />to make her fully respond as she thought she should. She had to have <br />more to drive away the memories.<br /><br />"Damn you, ohhh, dammit! Fuck me, will you? Get on with it and fuck me <br />blind!"<br /><br />"I ... I'm trying to keep from blowing my wad. You're just too damned <br />sexy, Veronica."<br /><br />She should have taken that as a compliment. Instead, it angered her. <br />She wanted him fucking her, not trying to play kiddie games.<br /><br />"Get it on, man, get it on! I need cock and lots of it - and I want it <br />fucking me. Now, damn your eyes, now!"<br /><br />He gritted his teeth and began a slow back-and-forth motion. Veronica <br />screamed with joy as she felt his cock slipping from her churning cunt. <br />The vacuum built up inside her cunt threatened to pull her guts out <br />with his cock. The fit between her well-oiled cunt walls and his <br />throbbing cock was better than any piston and chamber.<br /><br />When just the head of his cock split her slick pussy lips, he started <br />forward again. Veronica shuddered in reaction. The tingles in her body <br />became more intense. She knew that she'd soon be aflame with lust. <br />There wouldn't be anything in the world to hold her back then.<br /><br />The feel of the quivering cock drilling into her cunt set fire to her <br />loins. She shivered with lust. The bucking, rigid prick twisted around <br />inside her tight cunt and sent lightning bolts of carnal electricity <br />zinging along her nerves.<br /><br />Her body responded in the age-old manner of a woman being fucked by a <br />man. She loved the sensation of his cock slipping back and forth in her <br />seething-hot cunt. But there had to be more. And that was what Mr. <br />Marshall could give her. Veronica wasn't emotionally wrapped up in <br />Stan's too-gentle lovemaking like she had been with Mr. Marshall and <br />his more brutal ways. She felt neglected in spite of her husband's <br />rigid prick telling her the opposite.<br /><br />She couldn't really respond to his rhythm. She just let him rock back <br />and forth, fucking at his own speed. Her body was drenched with sweat. <br />She responded instinctively, but something was missing.<br /><br />The only explanation she could come up with was that Stan was dreary. <br />His fucking lacked excitement. Her body was all hot and ready for his <br />cock, but he failed to arouse her mentally. He was a bore. Sometimes, <br />such as when they'd fucked, it was good with him. But more often than <br />not, her husband did nothing to bring out her hidden desires or arouse <br />her innermost self. She was going to have to point him in a different <br />direction or she'd be doomed to not only the missionary position with <br />him but constant frustration as well. Even if she got off, she'd feel <br />robbed mentally. That was almost worse than not getting fucked at all.<br /><br />"Stan, darling, wait, please," she said, her hands pushing against his <br />shoulders.<br /><br />"Huh? What was it?"<br /><br />He was confused. He had been concentrating so hard on not coming that <br />it took a second for him to adjust to anything other than the steady <br />fucking he was giving her.<br /><br />"Pull the bureau over next to the bed."<br /><br />"What the hell for? I'm fucking you and you want the goddamn dresser <br />next to the bed? What's with you, Veronica?"<br /><br />She felt his once-hard cock slowly deflating inside her churning cunt. <br />He hadn't come. This distraction had robbed him of his boner.<br /><br />"I want to watch us fuck in the mirror. I want to see what it's like if <br />I could get up and watch - and still have your lovely cock fucking me!"<br /><br />"That's sick." He sounded disgusted.<br /><br />"No, it's not. I think it's wonderful. You can look, too. Imagine the <br />sight of your prick spreading my pink pussy lips and digging in deep up <br />my slobbering cunt. Wouldn't you like to see that? And do it at the <br />same time?"<br /><br />"No. Besides, it's too dark in here."<br /><br />"So we turn on the lights. You don't think I'm ugly, do you?" She <br />smiled and reached down between his thighs. Gripping his limp cock, she <br />began massaging his prick until he had a burgeoning hard-on again. His <br />rigid prick was soon throbbing with renewed lust for her. She knew he'd <br />do what she wanted. He desired her more than anything else in the <br />world.<br /><br />He wanted to please her. If, for nothing else, just to get his rocks <br />off in her tight cunt.<br /><br />"Dammit," Stan snarled. "Okay, I'll drag the motherfuckin' thing over <br />here so you can watch. Like being in a damn porno movie." He grunted as <br />he pulled the heavy dresser close to the bed. Under his breath, he kept <br />up a steady stream of curses. He was obviously not enthused with this <br />idea of Veronica's.<br /><br />She came up with the damnedest things at times. He wondered what went <br />on in that pretty blonde head of hers. Actually wanting to watch! And <br />to have the lights on, too. He was worn out trying to think of new ways <br />of fucking to keep her amused.<br /><br />He thought fucking was something better when it was done all at once, <br />with no interruptions once started.<br /><br />"There. Satisfied?"<br /><br />"No," Veronica said, smiling. "My poor little cunt doesn't have your <br />huge steely cock in it any more. Come on and stick it back in. And then <br />fuck me, fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before!"<br /><br />This time his entry into her dripping pussy was faster, harder. His <br />cock jolted her and rattled her teeth. This was more like it. She <br />wanted it rough, quick, as brutal as he could give it to her.<br /><br />Even better, she had a perfect view of everything going on. Her legs <br />were spread wide. She saw his fierce red cock vanishing between her <br />pink pussy lips. As his hard cock disappeared into her needy cunt, she <br />felt the broad head of his prick pushing apart her cunt walls. The <br />sight, the feel, those were a double turn on for her!<br /><br />"Yessssss!" she hissed from between clenched teeth. "That's it. Let me <br />have your rigid prick, all of it!"<br /><br />He fucked her as hard as he could.<br /><br />Watching in the mirror gave her as big a thrill as actually feeling his <br />cock pistoning back and forth, fucking her with rutting strokes so <br />totally different from his usual fucking. She had the mental <br />stimulation that had been lacking before.<br /><br />Her body sang a song of lust, of carnal joy. And the gorgeous blonde <br />watched everything her husband was doing to her.<br /><br />She saw herself lifting her hips off the bed to meet his inward stroke. <br />The way her churning cunt lips parted, splitting obscenely and sucking <br />in his plum-tipped cock, made her breath come faster.<br /><br />She watched her tits rising and falling. They bounced around like <br />succulent jello on a plate. Her hard red nipples were like cherries <br />just waiting to be popped into an eager mouth.<br /><br />When he actually began sucking on her tits again, she was close to her <br />orgasm. The wetness of his mouth all over her tits added to the <br />feelings dammed up in her tender young body. The gentle sensations <br />seeping down into her chest from his sucking mouth collided with the <br />liquid fire she seemed to breathe.<br /><br />But this was nothing compared to the wild fires it lit in her belly, in <br />her churning cunt. The long rigid prick fucking her had finally brought <br />out her deepest hidden desires.<br /><br />The way his steel-hard cock stretched her virgin-tight cunt made her <br />certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin. He'd never <br />fucked like this before. Maybe she should have gotten him mad at her <br />before. She didn't care. He was really drilling his rigid prick into <br />her, their crotches meeting with wet, slushy sounds every time he <br />plunged into her cunt.<br /><br />And she watched it all. She saw her ass tensing and rising off the bed <br />to meet his thrust. The way his balls bounced around to slap wetly <br />against her ass was almost worth everything.<br /><br />"That's it, that's it!" she shrieked.<br /><br />Her body thrashed around on the bed, pinioned by the throbbing spike of <br />his cock up her churning cunt. The way his mouth moved relentlessly all <br />over her tits told her he was nearing his own come. It wouldn't be <br />long.<br /><br />Veronica came with all the power of an avalanche smashing down a <br />mountainside. She could barely focus her eyes on the mirror to watch <br />his cock reaming her twat out. Then she closed her eyes.<br /><br />"Aieeeee!" she wailed.<br /><br />Her body tensed with the rigid muscle-lock of orgasm. It was the <br />release, both emotional and physical, that she had craved so.<br /><br />As she drifted down from her sexual high, Veronica felt her husband's <br />cock bucking and dancing wildly inside her churning cunt. The warmth of <br />his jism pushed her own desire back up the slope toward another climax.<br /><br />Stan spent himself before she could get off again. He kept his spent <br />prick inside her. Veronica felt his prick slowly shrinking as limp as a <br />piece of cooked spaghetti. Still inside her wet, churning cunt, his <br />cock might as well have been as thick as a spaghetti noodle.<br /><br />Veronica realized how unsatisfied she actually was with her climax. <br />Something deep inside the gorgeous blonde told her it would have been <br />better with Mr. Marshall.<br /><br />Veronica was glad now that she'd taken the job at Acme Manufacturing.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br /><br />Veronica decided she would work a full day, go home, then tell Stan <br />that she had a job. Somehow, over breakfast, she just couldn't work up <br />the nerve to come out and tell him what she'd done. She had too much to <br />think over from the night before.<br /><br />The fucking just hadn't been what she'd hoped it would be. The <br />excitement she had felt when Mr. Marshall had raped her in his office <br />hadn't carried through to the bedroom. Even after Stan had gotten mad <br />at her for making him do all the absurd things like drag the bureau <br />over next to the bed so she could watch in the middle of the fucking, <br />the excitement levels for Veronica hadn't been anywhere near as intense <br />as when Mr. Marshall had had his way with her.<br /><br />She idly rubbed the spots on her wrists where he'd tied her. The lovely <br />blonde woman looked up at the tall brick front on the Acme building and <br />wondered what would be in store for her today.<br /><br />Already, her cunt ran with its thick lubricants as she thought of all <br />the things that might happen. She couldn't wait.<br /><br />Hurrying to the building, she went directly to Mr. Marshall's office. <br />His secretary idly pecked away at the typewriter, hardly noticing what <br />was going on. Veronica wondered if Mr. Marshall fucked his secretary <br />the same way he'd fucked her yesterday.<br /><br />"Hi," the secretary said, her voice tired and her eyelids drooping <br />half-closed. "What can I do for you? Oh, you're the new hire. The one <br />Mr. Marshall hired yesterday, right?"<br /><br />"Right," said Veronica brightly. "Do I work here?"<br /><br />"Here? No, whatever gave you that idea? You're in purchasing. You work <br />with Mr. Bennet. And you'd better get down there. He's hell on wheels <br />for efficiency. He'll get madder'n hell if you don't show up for work <br />on time the very first day."<br /><br />"But, Mr. Marshall ..." Veronica realized she hadn't been thinking <br />straight yesterday. Of course Mr. Marshall had said she'd be working in <br />another department. Karl Bennet was her boss, he'd said yesterday. She <br />felt something deflate inside her. "I guess I'd better find Mr. <br />Bennet's office."<br /><br />"Down the hall and to the left. Last office on the right," the <br />secretary said, as she began typing again. Veronica wondered about her <br />typing speed. It hardly seemed good enough to keep up with the flow of <br />applications through the office.<br /><br />Or did Mr. Marshall mind? He certainly had his own selection methods <br />for hiring. Her hand involuntarily rubbed over her cunt as she <br />remembered the feel of his cock inside her trembling pussy, fucking her <br />as she lay helpless on his sofa.<br /><br />"Are you the new girl?" came a gruff voice.<br /><br />She turned and saw a handsome man striding purposefully along the <br />hallway.<br /><br />"I guess so. I'm looking for Mr. Bennet's office. I'm his new <br />secretary."<br /><br />"No, you're not."<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br /> I'm Karl Bennet and I have a secretary. You're just filling in for a <br />while to help out with the work load. You'll end up shifting from <br />department to department, as needed."<br /><br />"That's not what Mr. Marshall said," Veronica flared indignantly.<br /><br />Bennet stopped dead in the hallway. "Okay, lady, into my office. I <br />shouldn't have to have these conversations, but I always do with the <br />new help."<br /><br />He held the door open for her. The lovely blonde woman walked into the <br />spacious, well-furnished office, conscious of the man's eyes on her. <br />She felt a little weak in the knees. Was he like Mr. Marshall? She <br />doubted it. There was more of the take-charge air about Karl Bennet <br />than even the personnel manager.<br /><br />Bennet might be even better.<br /><br />"That scum-sucker Marshall hires broads without any skill because they <br />put out for him. Hell, I know what goes on in his office. Everyone <br />does. I have to admit you're good looking. Better than the slugs he <br />normally hires."<br /><br />The insults - and odd compliments - made Veronica feel even weaker. She <br />sat down on one of the straight-backed chairs in front of Bennet's <br />desk.<br /><br />"I want the job. It ... it was the only way to get it," she said, <br />suddenly aware she wanted to explain everything to Karl Bennet. He <br />seemed so dominant, so in charge. "I normally don't do things like <br />that, but I had to."<br /><br />"You all have to," he snapped. "Hell, look at you. A slut. You're <br />dressed like a cheap whore."<br /><br />"Cheap whore?" Veronica asked, dazed. She didn't think so. Her neckline <br />plunged way down the front and allowed the soft swells of her tits to <br />threaten immediate escape, but a whore? And her skirt was tight, very <br />tight. It was probably obvious she wore only daringly skimpy panties <br />because the skirt was so tight. But a whore?<br /><br />"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that <br />you're so lovely. I've got headaches over a new purchase scheme the <br />company's put in. And I didn't mean to snap at you. I apologize."<br /><br />"Accepted," she said.<br /><br />"You are very lovely," he said, his voice softening even more.<br /><br />Veronica was thrilled inside, her guts churning now. She wanted Karl <br />Bennet. She wanted him so badly she felt her heavy cunt juices leaking <br />out of her trembling pussy and running down the soft insides of her <br />thighs. Never had she been so infatuated with a man in such a short <br />time.<br /><br />Why couldn't she respond like this to her own husband?<br /><br />"Are you all right?" Bennet asked, his eyes narrowing a little.<br /><br />"No, no I'm not," the lovely blond woman said forcefully. "I need <br />something only you can give me." The sight of his crotch bulging, his <br />pants tenting up, made her even bolder. She pointed at his cock. "I <br />want that."<br /><br />Veronica got up and ran her fingers lightly over his growing erection. <br />She felt the thick hose of his cock inside his pants and knew then that <br />she had to have him fucking her. He was tall, handsome, strong, <br />dominant. And his rigid prick was the only thing that would sate her <br />wild, insane desires.<br /><br />"You realize I'm not like Marshall. Just because I want your cunt <br />wrapped all around my rigid prick doesn't mean you get special <br />privileges."<br /><br />"Am I asking for any?" she said hotly, her pink tongue making a slight <br />circuit of her trembling lips.<br /><br />He encircled her body with his powerful arms. "I want to fuck you. <br />Here. Now."<br /><br />Her hand moved quickly to run his zipper down the metallic track. His <br />erection leaped out, the plum-colored crown drawing her like a magnet <br />draws iron.<br /><br />"Here, huh?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his virile, hard, bucking <br />cock.<br /><br />Licking her lips slowly again, she felt the surge of desire in her <br />loins that doomed her. Bennet wasn't the sort of man she normally would <br />want to fuck, but this was different. Just thinking about Mr. Bennet <br />had gotten her hot. Now she needed his cock inside her trembling pussy, <br />fucking her for as long as possible to get her off. She had gotten <br />horny thinking of Mr. Marshall. She could come with Karl Bennet's cock <br />in her juicy cunt.<br /><br />"Right here," he said, his hands moving down her smooth flanks. She <br />sighed as he cupped both her tits at the same time. Squeezing down <br />harder, he crushed her tits flat against her chest. The pain was offset <br />by the more intense pleasure she felt.<br /><br />She shuddered as both nipples sprang to a rock-hard erection from the <br />way his hands dragged over her tits. She felt her excited heart <br />beginning to hammer out more and more blood into her boobs. Her tits <br />swelled and her nipples grew to painfully throbbing points.<br /><br />His fingers clamped down on her nipples and pinched them. Pain lanced <br />into her chest and she shrieked in agony. But that agony changed into <br />pleasure before she could protest the agonizing treatment.<br /><br />Karl Bennet kissed her fully on the lips, his tongue surging hard and <br />driving into her mouth. His tongue dueled erotically with hers. While <br />he was exploring her mouth with his questing tongue, he was pinching <br />and fondling her tits.<br /><br />Her cunt almost exploded when he trapped her tongue between his teeth <br />and started to suck on it.<br /><br />"Ummmm, God! Oh, God, it's great!" she sobbed. "I need you fucking me. <br />Don't stop now. Give it all to me! Shove it in!"<br /><br />She reached down and found that hard, hot shaft of his cock. His prick <br />pulsed with virile life. She couldn't wait to get his cock snugly <br />berthed inside her trembling pussy. The woman had to feel its entire <br />length fucking in and out of her cunt, giving her the divine pleasure <br />she knew it could generate in her tender young body.<br /><br />Veronica moved so that she perched her ass on the edge of the desk. His <br />hands moved from her tits to her waist, stroking and pinching her <br />flesh. The momentary pain he gave was nothing compared to the promise <br />of his cock fucking her cunt.<br /><br />Veronica groaned as the man began skinning off her tight skirt. He <br />peeled it past her flaring ass, his fingers lightly caressing her flesh <br />as he moved the skirt downward. When he allowed the skirt to drop free <br />around her ankles, she started to kick it off.<br /><br />"Don't," Bennet cautioned. "I like it when your legs are trapped like <br />that."<br /><br />She felt another surge of irrational desire. Having her skirt tangled <br />around her ankles made her feel as if he had tied her feet together. <br />She was severely limited in how much she could move. She couldn't even <br />spread her legs like she wanted to!<br /><br />"Stop," she moaned. "Don't tear it. Please, oh, ohhh!"<br /><br />She almost came when the ripping sound reached her ears. A ring of fire <br />circled her waist. He had jerked so hard on her panties that he'd <br />raised a welt where the waistband had been. Another swift, savage jerk <br />and he ripped her panties entirely away from the seething mound of her <br />trembling pussy.<br /><br />"Shit, baby, you are hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers <br />caressing her puffy cunt lips and finding the steady flow of her fuck <br />juice. "This is going to be a fucking you won't soon forget!"<br /><br />He put one arm around her waist and another across her forehead, then <br />bent her backwards over the desktop. She felt as if she were a bow and <br />he was trying to string her. The tension mounted in her belly as her <br />stomach pulled taut. And the more she tried to spread her legs apart <br />and relieve some of the tension, the harder he shoved. The way her <br />skirt tangled her ankles kept her from moving into a more comfortable <br />position.<br /><br />Then she forgot all about comfort. All that mattered to her was the hot <br />shaft of his rigid prick. He poked his cock between her fleshy thighs <br />and slowly moved it toward her trembling cunt lips. The feel of his <br />virile cylinder of cockflesh so near her trembling pussy made Veronica <br />tremble in anticipation.<br /><br />She needed his cock - she needed it badly.<br /><br />"Fuck me," she begged. "I can't stand it without your cock inside me, <br />fucking me, giving my cunt all the ecstasy I can take!"<br /><br />"You'll get it, baby, and more," he promised. His cock inched upward <br />until the bulbous knob touched her well-oiled cunt lips.<br /><br />She almost went berserk with lust then. The nearness of his cock and <br />the promise of the fucking drove her insane with need. She had to have <br />his cock inside her, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.<br /><br />"Fuck meeeeee!"<br /><br />She shrieked as his hard prick plunged between her cunt lips and surged <br />into her tight, trembling pussy. The walls of her cunt couldn't get out <br />of the way of that battering ram of rigid prick fast enough. She felt <br />as if her cunt were being ripped and torn by his forceful entry. This <br />was what she'd been missing with Stan. This was the response her body <br />had been so sadly lacking for almost a year. Karl Bennet freed her <br />emotions. He allowed her to respond fully, unlike her husband.<br /><br />Veronica cried and sobbed and tried to lift her legs, to get them on <br />either side of the man's body. She failed. Her skirt effectively bound <br />her legs together. He bent her backwards even more as he rammed his <br />cock deeper into her captive cunt.<br /><br />Veronica sobbed and then sighed with relief as her resilient inner cunt <br />muscles stretched to take his huge cock.<br /><br />"You're so big and swollen inside me!" she gasped. "But I need you <br />moving. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt until I can't stand it any more!"<br /><br />"You'll love every inch of my pecker," he promised her. "And when <br />you've had enough, I'm going to keep on fucking. You're going to get <br />more than you can handle."<br /><br />Even in her half-dazed condition from the sudden intrusion of his rigid <br />prick into her juicy cunt, Veronica knew that what he had said was a <br />lie. Her cunt was deeper than his cock was long. She could wear out any <br />man and still want more cock. She had done it often enough. At a <br />college fraternity party Veronica had pulled a train six jocks long. <br />And by the time she had finished off number six, she'd wanted more.<br /><br />She didn't think Bennet would be able to match the performance of six <br />football players. But Veronica hoped she was wrong. She didn't like the <br />idea of trading her body for a good job, but, if she had to, she wanted <br />that cocksucking son of a bitch to give her the best fucking possible.<br /><br />"More!" she begged. "Give me more, lots more cock!"<br /><br />He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them behind her. He held them <br />tightly and shoved her down until her back was almost a circular arch. <br />He drove his cock mercilessly into her lewdly exposed cunt. He fucked <br />with long, powerful strokes that lit the fires of passion in her belly.<br /><br />Every light touch of his cockhead against her trembling pussy walls <br />pushed her arousal up another notch. When she started tensing and <br />relaxing her trembling pussy walls around his cock, she got the first <br />real reaction from the man. He gasped and his cock began to dance and <br />jerk around in the hot, erotically tight sheath of her cunt.<br /><br />"Want more, big boy?" she whispered hotly. "I'm the one who can give it <br />to you!"<br /><br />She tried grinding her snatch down against his crotch. That didn't work <br />too well since he held her so firmly in place. But she tried, and the <br />effort was successful enough to make him groan out loud.<br /><br />She felt the progress of his jism all the way down his long cock. The <br />shaft swelled up as soon as the jism passed. When it erupted into her <br />hollow, drooling cunt, Veronica was ready for it. The hot spurts of his <br />creamy load filled her cunt to overflowing. All the while he was <br />fucking her, his rigid prick fountained out his manseed.<br /><br />By the time his prick went limp in her hot cunt, she was panting and <br />desiring more. But it wouldn't happen. Veronica had already exhausted <br />his cock and she hadn't gotten off.<br /><br />Veronica had reached the point where just a little stroking or sucking <br />on her clit would do it, but she didn't think Bennet was the type to <br />engage in such things. He would openly sneer at eating her out after he <br />had already spent in her trembling pussy. Karl Bennet would think there <br />was something unmanly about eating a cunt filled with his own come.<br /><br />Maybe he was right. Veronica didn't know. All she cared about was the <br />feelings in her loins. She had gotten off. She had received the fucking <br />her own husband couldn't provide.<br /><br />Veronica knew she wasn't frigid then. It was her marriage. It was Stan. <br />She was still as responsive a woman as she had ever been - but it had <br />to be with the right man, the right-sized cock driving hard into her <br />tightly clinging, trembling pussy.<br /><br />"Frig me," she begged. "Finger my clit and get me off! Please!"<br /><br />"You're out of your mind," said Bennet. "This is an office. And we have <br />work to do. Get that fine, lily-white ass of yours off my desk and get <br />to work. Mary Ellen will tell you what you need to know."<br /><br />She stared at the love stain on his desktop and knew that she'd really <br />gotten off. Her frothy cunt had overflowed because he had repeatedly <br />plugged her trembling pussy full of thick jism. But Veronica had <br />learned.<br /><br />She was okay. It was Stan's fault that the life had gone out of their <br />fucking, that she wasn't responding like she had before. She had only <br />been working at Acme Manufacturing for an hour and already she'd found <br />two men - Mr. Marshall and Karl Bennet - who could make her feel like a <br />real woman again.<br /><br />Happily, Veronica went off to find Mary Ellen, her cunt warm and <br />stated. For the moment.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 5<br /><br /><br />Veronica worked diligently at her new job, tending to the files and <br />typing up dull business letters as they came across her desk. She'd <br />done well in high school in her typing class. In fact, except for PE, <br />that was about all she'd done really well in. Now that minor skill was <br />paying off for her.<br /><br />She felt more alive than ever before. She wasn't sure if it was the <br />fact that she'd actually escaped her bonds at home and flown out into <br />the real world or if it was the excitingly sexual attention she got <br />from men like Mr. Marshall and Karl Bennet.<br /><br />It might have been both.<br /><br />But thinking about them made her cunt churn and boil with need. She <br />knew she couldn't sit much longer in the hard chair, typing, <br />alphabetizing, doing all the humdrum jobs Mary Ellen had tossed her <br />way. Veronica was going to have to have more of Bennet's wondrously <br />hard, stimulating cock. Lots more. And soon.<br /><br />She sat back after finishing off a letter about ordering another five <br />thousand flanges. She hadn't the slightest idea what she'd just <br />written, but she knew it was a faithful copy of what Karl Bennet had <br />asked her to do. Still, the letter presented the opportunity for her to <br />take it in to him and ask for approval before sending it out.<br /><br />She smiled. Remembering how he had greeted her to this job only a few <br />hours ago told her that his praise might be even better. She was <br />getting wet in the pussy just thinking about it.<br /><br />"Off to the boss," she said to herself. She turned to tell Mary Ellen, <br />but the other, dark-haired secretary had vanished. Her desk was still <br />piled high with file folders and other mountains of paperwork. Veronica <br />frowned a little. Mary Ellen seemed so dull, so attentive to her work. <br />It didn't seem likely she'd just wander off with so much work to be <br />done.<br /><br />Yet she had.<br /><br />Veronica took the single sheet she'd finished typing and walked to Mr. <br />Bennet's closed office door. She started to knock and go in when she <br />heard telltale moans from inside.<br /><br />Veronica hesitated. She knew instantly where Mary Ellen was. And what <br />the "conference" was all about in Bennet's office. She should have <br />nodded and said "to hell with it" and gone back to her desk to finish <br />her own work. She should have. But the idea of actually seeing what was <br />happening inside turned her on more than she cared to admit. Veronica <br />had to peek.<br /><br />Just a little.<br /><br />The door opened a crack and Veronica peered in. What she saw made her <br />gasp. Her breath held in till her lungs overinflated and were ready to <br />explode. She had gotten quite an eyeful of the hot and heavy action.<br /><br />Karl Bennet and his secretary Mary Ellen were getting it on. Veronica <br />had wondered what kind of lover her boss really was. This morning she'd <br />been turned on by the thought of what Mr. Marshall had done to her. She <br />had been ready for any advance Bennet might make. And she had <br />responded. Now she had the chance to watch how good a fucker he <br />actually was. Karl Bennet was about seven years older than she was and <br />he didn't seem to lack for secretaries. But none of those girls would <br />ever confide in Veronica because she was Karl Bennet's temporary hire <br />and might be in some other department next week. Veronica hated that. <br />She wanted to become part of the group around here as fast as she could <br />so she'd feel that she really belonged.<br /><br />Veronica wanted to find out how good a lover Karl was - and now she <br />could, firsthand!<br /><br />The young woman sneaked closer, hating herself for spying but loving <br />the idea that the boring day was rapidly becoming less boring by the <br />instant. When she came to the point of almost totally sticking her head <br />into the office, she found she could peer in and see everything.<br /><br />Mary Ellen brushed a strand of black hair away from her eyes and smiled <br />lasciviously. Her eyes had a horny look - a look entirely for Karl <br />Bennet. Veronica knew that look - she shared it herself. This woman <br />obviously had the hots and wanted to fuck. The necking they'd been <br />doing wasn't going to be enough for her.<br /><br />"Karl, darling, I love kissing - but I'd love kissing this even more." <br />Mary Ellen's fingers moved down to Bennet's crotch. With a quick <br />movement, she had his rigid prick out. His cock sprang upright in the <br />light, looking like a huge red flagpole. All it lacked was an American <br />flag flying from it.<br /><br />Veronica gasped, then pressed her fingers to her lips. The couple <br />inside the office hadn't heard her brief outburst; they were too busy <br />with each other. But the sight of her boss' rigid prick turned her on <br />in a big way. She hadn't thought Karl Bennet was this well hung. His <br />prick had seemed big inside her this morning, but any sized cock could <br />have gotten her off because she was so hot to fuck.<br /><br />He was a giant! That cock had to be at least nine inches long!<br /><br />"I love it when you do that, Mary Ellen," Karl said, his voice sounding <br />husky. He moved around so that his throbbingly hard cock was thrust <br />into his secretary's hand. He moved his hips up and down so that he was <br />fucking into the tight circle of her fingers.<br /><br />"No, Karl, don't," the raven-haired girl complained. "Here! Fuck me <br />here!"<br /><br />She lifted her ass entirely off the chair seat and hiked up her dress. <br />Her cunt gleamed in the light. Tiny drops of cunt juice beaded her <br />trembling pussy mound. Veronica felt shudders wracking her slender <br />body. This was going to be better than anything she'd ever seen! This <br />was the best grand opening of all!<br /><br />"Fuck me, Karl, fuck me good! I want to feel that rigid prick of yours <br />inside my cunt, fucking as hard as you can!"<br /><br />Their mouths met again and melted together. Bennet felt his secretary's <br />tongue impulsively pressing into his mouth. Opening his lips, he let <br />her have her way. Then he stroked and rolled his rough, wet tongue over <br />hers to give her a turn-on like he was getting.<br /><br />His hands roved her body. He was like a maestro playing with her <br />emotions. His hands moved constantly, searching out new and exciting <br />places on her wanton body. Lingering for a moment on a snowy mound of <br />titflesh, his fingers pressed down until red streaks appeared on the <br />naked white slopes of her tits.<br /><br />His fingers took hold of her aroused nipple and tweaked. She moaned <br />softly and snuggled closer. The warmth in her body mounted. She felt <br />her senses coming alive. The mouth on hers was nice. The saliva mixing <br />with hers was sweeter than any wine. And his tongue continually drove <br />in hard and deep.<br /><br />His hands were pressing firmly into her tender body. He moved down from <br />her swelling tits to her slightly domed belly. His hands pressed down <br />firmly, making her struggle passionately in his grip. The fires in her <br />belly were definitely lit when his hand strayed a few inches lower and <br />he began massaging her trembling pussy mound.<br /><br />"God, Karl, this is what I need! Oh, yes, darling! Yes! Fuck me now! <br />Slip that cock of yours into my cunt and fuck me!"<br /><br />Veronica almost came. She felt her cunt juices boiling inside her. But <br />she stifled her outcries. She didn't want to jeopardize her erotic <br />entertainment. This was too delicious to pass up. Her boss and his <br />secretary in a private, live sex show!<br /><br />The juices were oozing out around Karl Bennet's fingers now. He didn't <br />seem to care. And Mary Ellen was past caring. All that mattered to her <br />was his hand moving along her cunt lips. A light touch across her clit <br />sparked a charge of pure ecstasy in her body.<br /><br />But it rapidly passed. He didn't linger to pursue the joy she felt. His <br />fingers parted her trembling pussy lips and gently slipped back and <br />forth along the turgid flaps of her sensitive cunt flesh. She was <br />gasping for air like a fish out of water. She could barely contain <br />herself when a finger stabbed deep into her twat.<br /><br />Mary Ellen drove her hips downward. She had to impale her pussy on that <br />finger. The dark-haired girl ground her hips in an erotic circle to <br />move the finger around in the tightness of her cunt. She had to have <br />more of that finger fucking into her trembling pussy.<br /><br />But Karl Bennet denied her this joy. The man left her juicy cunt hole <br />and moved back to her asshole. It burned with pleasure when his cunt-<br />juice-greased finger slipped all the way up her shit chute.<br /><br />He buggered her with his slender digit. And Mary Ellen wanted something <br />bigger up her rear - like the cock still pulsing hotly in her hand. His <br />prick trembled like an overeager colt every time she squeezed down. <br />Pulling on its length, she tried to guide his cock to her cunt. That <br />was where such a fine prick belonged - surrounded by her hot sheath of <br />clutching trembling pussy!<br /><br />"Fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she begged piteously.<br /><br />Veronica almost wanted to cry out: "Do it, Karl dear, fuck her!" but <br />she held her tongue. She was almost as hot as if she was the one on the <br />receiving end of her boss' attentions.<br /><br />Karl Bennet laughed at Mary Ellen's eagerness. "Not yet. When I think <br />you're good 'n hot, then I'll stick it in."<br /><br />Mary Ellen sobbed and clutched fiercely at his rigid prick, making <br />Bennet gasp. There wasn't any disguising her naked lust for him. She <br />needed him inside her cunt, fucking her, giving her all that he was now <br />denying her.<br /><br />Mary Ellen felt his hands working over her body again. She was being <br />stimulated all over. His fingers pressed and stroked and moved <br />restlessly over her crotch. He found her tiny little clit and gave it a <br />feathery touch.<br /><br />She had to hold back the orgasm that threatened to consume her. She <br />wanted as much force behind the come as she could get.<br /><br />His fingers spread her trembling pussy lips wide. And then he had his <br />middle finger driven deep into her cunt again. She sighed and twitched <br />her mobile hips around his finger. It wasn't a cock, but this was <br />better than nothing up her sopping-wet, convulsing cunt. She would have <br />to be satisfied until he was ready to grant her the gift of his huge, <br />rigid prick.<br /><br />His cock bounced and bucked under her grip. She began working her hand <br />up and down the hot cylinder of his cockflesh until he gasped for <br />breath. She loved the way his iron-hard prick felt so hot and heavy. <br />She knew his cock would drive deep into her, heat her guts until she <br />couldn't hold back any longer. And Mary Ellen wanted it in her <br />trembling pussy!<br /><br />"Fuck me, damn you. I want you now!"<br /><br />"Okay, okay. Just help me lift you a little. Damned chair seat's so <br />awkward. Hate fucking in here."<br /><br />Veronica licked her lips as she watched Karl Bennet lift Mary Ellen up <br />and position her back on the chair. Veronica moved around a little to <br />get a better view. And the sight almost made her come, even though she <br />didn't have her boss' cock in her cunt.<br /><br />Mary Ellen was lying across the chair while her lower body dropped down <br />to the floor. Her legs were spread wide so that Bennet could work his <br />erect prick up into her seething-hot cunt. Karl Bennet was flat on his <br />back, under her. His cock rose up between her wide-spread legs.<br /><br />Mary Ellen felt a familiar sensation in her trembling, expectant pussy. <br />She raised her head and looked down. His cock pressed into the length <br />of her cunt lips. His prick spread her well-oiled pussy lips and gave <br />her a tingle of anticipation of better things to come.<br /><br />Mary Ellen gasped and leaned back on Karl Bennet's body when he entered <br />her. He lifted his hips slightly and gave a convulsive buck. It drove <br />his prick into his secretary's hot cunt hole. She reached down and slid <br />his cock into a better position, then she gasped as he drove a full <br />eight inches of prick into her cunt.<br /><br />"Sweet Jesus," he whispered in her ear, "you're a tight one!"<br /><br />His hands moved around her body and clamped down on her tits. He was <br />able to hold her by firmly gripping her tits and driving his cock deep <br />into her fuck tunnel.<br /><br />All he had to do to fuck her was arch his back. As he relaxed, his <br />rigid prick slipped out of her juicy cunt.<br /><br />Veronica was enjoying this immensely. She wanted to join in, but she <br />knew better. Both Mary Ellen and her boss would be blazing mad at her. <br />Better to just watch - and get progressively hotter. Veronica hated <br />herself for spying like this, but she thought it was worth it. She was <br />seeing firsthand just how big a stud her boss was.<br /><br />Veronica would give just about anything to be on the receiving end of <br />another one of Karl Bennet's fuckings.<br /><br />Mary Ellen gasped. "You're so big in me. God, I can't take more of it! <br />So fucking big you're tearing me apart!"<br /><br />Mary Ellen loved the sensation of his hands on her tits while his cock <br />fucked far up into her steamy, wet twat. Her ass pressed down <br />erotically against his crotch. It was a brand-new position for her and <br />one she liked immensely.<br /><br />And she wanted more.<br /><br />"Cock!" she screamed. "Fuck me more. More cock!"<br /><br />"Greedy bitch," he laughed. But he gave it to her. His back arched, his <br />hands pressed insistently down and his prick shot up into her slippery <br />cunt.<br /><br />Over and over he fucked her. Mary Ellen relaxed and let the warm waves <br />of intense sexual enjoyment wash over her. The way his hands twisted <br />and stimulated her tits would have been enough to get her off. Mary <br />Ellen's tits had always been ultra-sensitive to a man's touch. But he <br />was so much better at fucking that she couldn't hold back.<br /><br />His cock was educated in what pleasured a woman. He turned slightly and <br />gave her just the right amount of carnal friction to the fucking. <br />Everything Karl Bennet did was just right.<br /><br />Mary Ellen knew her trembling pussy lips were split wide by the hard <br />length of his rigid prick. And her legs were spread on either side of <br />his body, her snatch pressed down hard against his crotch.<br /><br />Her climax struck unexpectedly. She thought she was successfully <br />holding it back. She was wrong. Everything had built up to the breaking <br />point in her body. As his cock surged far up into her cunt, pulling her <br />trembling pussy walls in new and deliciously different directions, Mary <br />Ellen came.<br /><br />Her hips thrashed around. Driving downward, she tried to suck even more <br />of his wonderful cock into her body. Her tits filled like balloons and <br />threatened to explode with lust. Every part of her body was primed and <br />responding to the orgasm.<br /><br />Veronica watched in envy. She stroked her snatch, her tits, the nipples <br />capping them. Somehow it wasn't the same. She wanted to feel her boss <br />doing all those things to her - just like he was doing to Mary Ellen. <br />But Veronica realized it wasn't going to happen. Why should any man <br />give up a hot fox like Mary Ellen for a woman he had just met for the <br />first time this morning? Even if he had fucked her, it was due to all <br />the stress he felt. He'd said so to her. He'd let his emotions run wild <br />- for one time only.<br /><br />Veronica realized what she wanted. Adultery. She wanted to cheat on <br />Stan. She wanted what he could no longer give her in marriage. She <br />wanted the thrill of coming again, the feel of an intense orgasm <br />smashing her tender young body, making her into a complete woman once <br />more.<br /><br />She shook her head sadly. Fantasy, it was all fantasy. She should be <br />glad she had the chance to spy on her boss and learn just how great a <br />lay Karl Bennet really was.<br /><br />"Can't hold back," moaned Bennet. "God-damn, your cunt's sucking me <br />dry!"<br /><br />His prick stiffened in Mary Ellen's trembling pussy. She reached down <br />between her legs and began compressing the turgid pussy lips around his <br />pistoning erection. His cock felt like a battering ram slamming hard <br />and long into her wet, still-convulsing cunt.<br /><br />She squeezed down on her quivering pussy lips and made her fuck tunnel <br />even tighter for the man. Her stomach muscles tensed. Her fingers <br />pressed her pussy lips against his cock.<br /><br />He came.<br /><br />She felt the hot stream entering her trembling pussy. His rigid prick <br />jerked and throbbed and bounced until she couldn't stand it any longer. <br />While he was still spurting out his jizz, she came again. Her body <br />quaked and rocked through an intense orgasm.<br /><br />Hips flailing around, she felt his lovely cock slip from her cunt. But <br />his hands stayed on her tits, squeezing, twisting, stimulating. She was <br />on the pinnacle of her sexual high longer than she'd have thought <br />possible.<br /><br />As she drifted down, Karl Bennet's hands began to move gently over her <br />belly, along her ribs, caressingly on her ass.<br /><br />"You're great, Karl, just great," Mary Ellen sighed.<br /><br />"You're not so bad yourself," said Karl Bennet.<br /><br />Veronica shuddered as she forced herself to pull her fingers away from <br />her own cunt. She mustn't let them catch her. If they did, she'd be <br />transferred to the middle of the South Pole by noon.<br /><br />Veronica knew what she wanted out of this job now. She wanted Karl <br />Bennet's cock. And she'd get it. Again. And again and again.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 6<br /><br /><br />Veronica could hardly contain herself for the next hour. She had seen <br />Karl Bennet fucking Mary Ellen. That little bit of gossip seemed almost <br />trivial to the way Veronica herself had reacted to actually watching. <br />The gorgeous blonde wanted to turn her knowledge into something <br />worthwhile - for both her and her pussy!<br /><br />When Mary Ellen finally left Karl Bennet's office, she appeared as cool <br />and distant as ever. Her long, dark hair hung in straight bangs over <br />her forehead and her clothes didn't have an extra wrinkle in them. <br />Veronica marveled at how the other woman looked. It was almost as if <br />she hadn't been in the boss' office fucking him like a rabbit.<br /><br />"Is Mr. Bennet free right now?" Veronica called out to the other woman. <br />For a brief instant, lights flashed in Mary Ellen's eyes. Then the <br />light died and she silently nodded. "Thanks, Mary Ellen," Veronica told <br />her.<br /><br />Veronica knew then what she was going to do. Karl Bennet had fucked her <br />this morning. It had been something of a release for him and not <br />something that seemed likely to happen again - unless Veronica pushed <br />him into it.<br /><br />She'd gotten hot watching her new boss fucking his secretary. And her <br />little hot cunt drooled out its sluggish juices at the thought of <br />getting that proud, long pussy-pleaser ramming in and out of her cunt <br />again.<br /><br />"Mr. Bennet?" she asked, peering in his office and seeing him behind <br />his large desk. "Got a minute?"<br /><br />"Huh? Oh, sure, Veronica. Come on in."<br /><br />She entered and made sure the door was closed and locked behind her. <br />Karl Bennet didn't seem to notice what she'd done. He was intently <br />studying the papers on his desk.<br /><br />"Mr. Bennet," Veronica began slowly, taking her time to make sure she <br />said this right. "What happens if I see something going on between two <br />employees of this company that isn't ... moral?"<br /><br />"You mean illegal?"<br /><br />"I mean immoral."<br /><br />She knew she had his attention now. He pushed away the papers and <br />leaned back in the brown leather swivel chair.<br /><br />"Who are we talking about?"<br /><br />"Well, Karl," she said, daring to use his first name, "one of the <br />parties is Mary Ellen. I think you know who the other is."<br /><br />"What is this? Blackmail? Listen, lady, you can't blackmail me. If <br />you've got pictures, print up a thousand and distribute them to all the <br />employees for all I care. And be sure to make a large poster-sized one <br />of the best shot for behind my desk."<br /><br />Veronica knew the man meant it.<br /><br />But she wasn't after money. She was after more, lots more. And it would <br />be pleasurable for both of them if he gave it.<br /><br />"You've got me wrong, Karl," she said, lowering her voice. "I don't <br />want money. I don't want a promotion. I want a piece of the action. I <br />want some of what Mary Ellen's hogging to herself."<br /><br />"Look, about this morning, Veronica, I was uptight. Tense. Big things <br />are brewing and I'm nervous about them."<br /><br />"Karl, I want you." Veronica's plea was as simple and straight forward <br />as she could make it. She went around the desk and perched on the edge, <br />her long, slim legs swinging freely as she reached down and began <br />stroking him. Her fingers sought out all the right places to turn him <br />on. She knew immediately from the way his pants bulged at the crotch <br />that she was getting through to him.<br /><br />"We both seem to want the same thing," he said slowly.<br /><br />"And?" Veronica prompted, her fingers lightly working over his crotch. <br />She felt his immediate response beneath the fabric. She knew that all <br />she had to do was pull down the zipper of his fly and she'd get a <br />handful of hot, hard, throbbing prick.<br /><br />"And, dammit, don't do this to me. I think you're about the damnedest, <br />sexiest chick in the company. And those legs of yours, Christ, they <br />give me a hard-on every time I just think about them."<br /><br />"Really?" she said, surprised. "I never knew you were so attracted to <br />me, Karl."<br /><br />He surged upward, his arms circling her. He kissed her strongly, almost <br />overpowering her with the rush of his passion. He spun around in the <br />circle of her arms. Veronica found her hands cupping his muscular ass <br />now. The bulge at his crotch pressed hotly against her body. He looked <br />at her blue eyes, read what she wanted, then kissed her full on the <br />lips.<br /><br />Veronica was hardly ready for such a quick response on Bennet's part. <br />She started to struggle in his arms, then melted as his kiss crushed <br />hard against her lips. His tongue insistently poked between her <br />slightly parted lips and then invaded her mouth.<br /><br />Veronica moaned softly, feeling his tongue stroking up and down against <br />hers. She clutched harder at the man's powerful body. The bulge at his <br />crotch grew and grew until she knew he must be hurting badly. Her <br />fingers slid down his smoothly muscled, sweat-soaked back and around <br />the waist of his trousers. Fingers fumbling, she hastened to run the <br />zipper down its metallic track.<br /><br />"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, breaking off the kiss for a <br />moment.<br /><br />"Yes, God, yes!" Veronica cried. "You have no idea how much I want <br />this."<br /><br />"Those legs, those damned legs of yours," Bennet muttered. "Always was <br />a sucker for a chick with dynamite legs like yours."<br /><br />Veronica was past caring why Karl Bennet wanted to fuck her. All she <br />knew was that her loins churned with desire. She felt an awful <br />hollowness in her hot cunt that needed filling - with cock. And she now <br />clutched it hotly in her hand.<br /><br />His cock leaped out long and hot and ready to fuck. There was no <br />lengthy sucking on this man's prick before he got a boner. He was ready <br />to fuck right now. And that was just when Veronica needed it - now!<br /><br />"Take me, Karl, take me right here."<br /><br />"I don't think I can stop myself," he said. "Need the light to see <br />those legs of yours. And your ass. Christ, what an ass!" His fingers <br />worked over her fabric-covered ass and slowly inched up the material <br />until his fingers rested on her naked assflesh. "Shit, you don't have <br />any panties on!"<br /><br />"You ripped them off this morning, Karl. And I loved it! Now fuck me! <br />Hurry. I need your prick so bad!"<br /><br />He pulled up her dress even farther until it was bunched around her <br />waist. His cock forced its way into the tangled nest of her blonde <br />pussy fur. She shuddered at the nearness of his cock. But she wanted <br />his prick inside her hot cunt, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. <br />Just feeling it against her hot cunt lips was nice, but she had to <br />actually feel it inside her to get off.<br /><br />"I -" Veronica's words were cut off when Karl spun her around. She <br />almost stumbled at the suddenness of his move. She fell forward, <br />catching herself on her hands. She had just barely missed smashing her <br />face against the desk. His half-finished cup of coffee went crashing to <br />the floor. Neither of them noticed.<br /><br />"This is the way I'm going to fuck you. I can see those legs of yours <br />this way, and feel your ass prodding into my crotch, and your hot cunt <br />hole's gaping wide open for me."<br /><br />He moved in behind her, his rigid prick aiming straight for her pussy <br />lips. She moaned as his cock ran down the entire length of her hot cunt <br />lips. And then she was gasping, hopping from foot to foot, begging him <br />to fuck her. His fuck stick had penetrated her pussy and was buried <br />balls deep in her hot cunt.<br /><br />"Oh, Karl, you're so fucking biiiiig!" she sobbed out. "And I want you <br />to fuck me!"<br /><br />"What the hell do you think I'm doing?"<br /><br />His hands stroked over the smooth curves of her asscheeks, fondling and <br />tweaking, pinching and caressing, until Veronica was almost driven out <br />of her mind. Karl stroked down the sides of her legs. She trembled like <br />a leaf in a strong wind. This was great.<br /><br />The gorgeous blonde had to put her forehead down on the man's desk. <br />This shot her ass backwards into the man's crotch and buried his cock <br />another inch up her cunt. Veronica was sure she'd died and gone to <br />heaven. Karl Bennet was better hung than her husband, and he was <br />fucking her in a new and excitingly different way - new for her, at <br />least. And the setting was perfect for her to live out all of her pent-<br />up fantasies.<br /><br />This was the office, not a bedroom. And Karl Bennet wanted light so he <br />could see her legs. They were fucking in broad daylight, with the <br />office windows wide open for anyone to see!<br /><br />Best of all, he knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid of telling her. <br />She began rotating her ass in small, intimate circles. His huge rigid <br />prick up her pussy started quivering erotically. Fuck juices leaked out <br />around the thick plug of his cock and dribbled down the insides of her <br />legs. Veronica was in seventh heaven.<br /><br />And then Bennet's hands stroked around to the insides of her thighs. <br />His strong hands brutally forced her legs wide apart until she thought <br />he'd tear her in half like the wishbone of a chicken. But this carried <br />a bonus of pleasure along with the pain. Her hot cunt walls tightened <br />around his rigid prick. She felt as if he'd sunk a telephone pole into <br />her pussy.<br /><br />But no telephone pole had ever been so warm, so vibrant, so virile. <br />When she lifted one leg off the floor and curled it back around his <br />waist, she thought his cock buried deep in her boiling hot pussy was <br />going to explode.<br /><br />"Damn, those legs! I love them!"<br /><br />"Never mind my goddamn legs," she groaned. "I need you fucking my hot <br />cunt. Do it now! Give me all the cock you can, as fast as you can!"<br /><br />Unlike her husband, Karl Bennet delivered intense pleasure. She thought <br />he was only slowly pulling his cock out to gradually reinsert his prick <br />in her swampy hot cunt. She was wrong. He pulled his cock out until the <br />thick knob of his glans remained inside her pink, hot cunt lips, then <br />he lunged - hard.<br /><br />Veronica slammed forward into the desk with the force of his entry. She <br />reached out, her hands groping for the edges of the desk. She hung on <br />for dear life as he sank balls deep into her pussy. And then, when his <br />cock was buried to the hilt in her quivering hot cunt, he began <br />rotating his hips. This wasn't any small movement like Stan would make. <br />Karl Bennet used large circular movements that rubbed his rigid prick <br />against every single square inch of her hot cunt.<br /><br />Veronica matched his rotary movement with one of her own in the <br />opposite direction. And then he pulled his prick out so fast that it <br />took her breath away. After only a couple thrusts, she was burning hot <br />inside. And the lewd sucking noise, as his rigid prick broke the vacuum <br />between cock head and hot cunt wall, seemed to push Veronica's desires <br />to the breaking point.<br /><br />She almost came - almost.<br /><br />"Oh, Karl darling, more! Fuck me more! Burn me up inside with your <br />sweet, fucking cock. I need it so baaaaad!"<br /><br />He grunted. She feared he would slow down like Stan did. But her fears <br />were groundless. Karl Bennet began fucking her with long, powerful, <br />quick strokes that rattled her teeth. She tightened her grip on the <br />desktop and was sure she would leave fingerprints in the wood. The <br />intensity of feelings in her hot cunt and belly grew. The feel of his <br />rough pants against her tender assflesh turned her on. The sucking <br />sounds as he fucked into her juicy twat turned her on. And, most of <br />all, being on the receiving end of a real man's rigid prick pushed her <br />over the brink of orgasm.<br /><br />Veronica came as hard as she ever had.<br /><br />And Karl Bennet didn't stop fucking her then, either. If anything, he <br />doubled the speed and force of his pistoning strokes. His fingers <br />tightened like steel bands on her waist. He strove to pull her ass back <br />against his crotch with every forward-fucking stroke. When Veronica <br />realized this, she began ramming her ass back at him to add even more <br />power to his every thrust.<br /><br />"Damn tight, so damn tight around my cock. Don't know how you do it, <br />but any chick with legs like yours has to have a tight, hot cunt." She <br />felt sweat from the man's body dripping onto her back as he worked to <br />give her the fucking of her life. In two years of marriage, she'd never <br />felt this turned on, this aroused at the prospect of fucking.<br /><br />She came again.<br /><br />And this time as her hot cunt convulsed around Karl's hard-fucking <br />cock, she felt him changing the rhythm. He was losing control. The <br />fantasy-fucking was getting to him just as it was getting to her. He <br />was going to come.<br /><br />"No, no!" she cried out. "Keep fucking! Don't you stop, you lousy <br />bastard!"<br /><br />He fucked faster. Friction burned the length of Veronica's pussy. And <br />then his cock jerked hard, grew and fountained out a fiery gob of jizz. <br />At the first touch of his come on her aroused hot cunt walls, she was <br />sent soaring on the winds of ecstasy again. Never before had she gotten <br />off when a man jetted his load into her pussy. But they were both <br />wracked by the ultimate in human experience. All too soon for them, <br />Karl Bennet's rigid prick deflated and limply dribbled from her still-<br />clinging cunt.<br /><br />Bennet took a step backward. "That's the finest fuck I've had in years <br />and years. God, to think what I've been missing!"<br /><br />Veronica slumped forward on the desk, her naked ass still jutting up <br />into the air. She didn't care that she was so obscenely exposed to him. <br />He'd just given her the fucking she needed to stay sane.<br /><br />"Thank you, Karl. That was super, just super!"<br /><br />"Yeah," he said a bit sheepishly. "Uh, Mrs. Hines, you'd better get <br />back to your desk."<br /><br />Veronica hardly heard the uncertainty in the man's voice over what he'd <br />just done. All she knew was that she'd cheated on her husband - and <br />felt damned good about it. Excitement had come back into her life. And <br />she knew for a fact she wasn't frigid.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 7<br /><br /><br />Veronica didn't get home till late. She had hung around the office long <br />after Karl Bennet had left. She needed the time and peace to think. <br />What was she going to tell Stan? There didn't seem to be anything she <br />could say. She felt guilty, damned guilty, over loving the feel of <br />Bennet's cock racing in and out of her wet pussy that morning and then <br />later when she had confronted him with the knowledge he and Mary Ellen <br />had been fucking. In all fairness, Bennet probably wouldn't have fucked <br />her a second time that day without Veronica blackmailing him, but he <br />had fucked her again. And it was exactly what she'd wanted from the <br />man.<br /><br />She wanted to keep this job, not only because of the independence it <br />gave her from Stan, but because of the sexual possibilities opening up <br />for her.<br /><br />The beautiful blonde wanted to cheat on her husband. She wanted more <br />cock from Karl Bennet. She wanted what he was giving his secretary, <br />Mary Ellen.<br /><br />Veronica sighed and thought about the hot and torrid scene she'd <br />witnessed in Bennet's office earlier. He had been really fucking Mary <br />Ellen. And the dark-haired secretary had loved every second of it - <br />every inch of the man's long, hot hard prick. Veronica sighed at the <br />memory of spying and how it had turned her on. And how she'd gotten so <br />hot when Bennet had fucked her again. But there were problems. She was <br />married. This was adultery. She had to tell Stan.<br /><br />But how?<br /><br />No easy answer came to Veronica. She silently closed the drawer on her <br />desk, then went home.<br /><br />As she drove up her driveway and killed the engine, she saw the single <br />light on in their bedroom. It was almost ten o'clock. And she hadn't <br />called. What would Stan think? What would he say? She didn't know if <br />she could face him or not.<br /><br />Veronica quickly went in the back door and kicked off her shoes to pad <br />on silent, stockinged feet to her bedroom. She opened the door and <br />peered into the gloom.<br /><br />Stan had turned off the light when he'd heard her coming in.<br /><br />She silently closed the door. Stan turned and saw her climbing out of <br />her dress. He gasped, then swallowed hard. He knew what she wanted to <br />do. And from the way his crotch was swelling, there wasn't any way of <br />hiding the fact that he wanted it, too.<br /><br />Veronica hated herself for taking this way out. But if she let Stan <br />fuck her, then she didn't have to answer any questions.<br /><br />When Veronica got out of her tattered panties, Stan's cock was hard as <br />a rock. His balls churned and boiled in their furry little sac. Like a <br />pressure cooker, his balls began to build up steam until he wanted to <br />scream for release.<br /><br />"Go ahead, Stan. Out of your clothes, too," she said quietly.<br /><br />Her husband had been lying on the bed fully dressed.<br /><br />Standing outlined against the light coming in through the drapes, <br />Veronica posed a lovely figure of nakedness for her husband. When she <br />turned sideways, he saw the bold thrust of her nipples, the firmness of <br />her tits, the rounded curves of her flaring ass. With a drive as old as <br />man, Stan suddenly knew he wanted to fuck rather than ask questions <br />about where she'd been for hours and hours.<br /><br />Stan fumbled clumsily out of his clothes. Eventually, he managed to get <br />them all off and dumped in a pile on the floor. His cock bounced and <br />quivered in front of his slim body. He wasn't exactly sure of himself, <br />but he knew he wanted whatever Veronica had to offer.<br /><br />It had been a long time since she'd initiated a fucking.<br /><br />"Just lie back on the bed, Stan. Good. Now I'm going to suck on your <br />cock and you just do whatever seems natural. Okay?"<br /><br />"Veronica -" he started, then cut off his comment. Let her do what she <br />wanted. He'd wait and enjoy.<br /><br />He lay back on the bed, his legs spread slightly. Veronica straddled <br />his body, her cunt pleasantly near his face. When she leaned forward, <br />her tits rubbed across his belly. But it was her mouth on his hard <br />prick that filled Stan with delicious sensations.<br /><br />He didn't really know what to do but moan out his delight. The wet <br />mouth surrounding his cock gave him such intense pleasure he had to <br />fight down his come. His wife was giving him a hot blowjob!<br /><br />Veronica rocked back and forth, rubbing her nipples against her <br />husband's body. She felt the blood pounding into the tips of her tits <br />until they felt like overinflated balloons. She was sure they'd pop at <br />any instant.<br /><br />But it was Stan's cock in her mouth that turned her on, made her cunt <br />begin to turn liquid. Veronica pursed her lips into an O and slowly <br />sucked in his hard prick. Stan's cock wasn't as long as Karl's, but it <br />was handy. That counted a lot toward removing some of the incredibly <br />horniness she felt inside.<br /><br />The slender girl took in Stan's cock one inch at a time. She sucked <br />until just the purpled hood of his cock rested inside her lips. Then <br />the beautiful blonde began wiggling her tongue along the underside of <br />his hard prick. Stan moaned and bucked his hips, trying to cram his <br />entire fuck stick into her mouth. She didn't allow that to happen. She <br />was going to give head in her own way. Veronica didn't feel very <br />tolerant toward letting Stan have his own way. Not right now. She had <br />to work off some of her frustration, tension and worry first.<br /><br />Her tongue raced lightly around the edge of his cock. Then she tried to <br />ram her tongue down the tiny prick hole at the end of his cock. It <br />wasn't possible for her to get her wet, agile tongue down it and both <br />of them knew it. But trying gave them both arousing sensations unlike <br />anything else she could do.<br /><br />When Veronica was sure she'd covered every square inch of his cocktip, <br />she gradually sucked in another inch of hard prick into her mouth. Her <br />tongue rolled and twisted around the two inches of cock she held in her <br />mouth. Then she sucked in a third inch. The fourth inch carried her <br />almost all the way to her husband's balls.<br /><br />With her nose lightly resting on his nuts, Veronica guessed at how <br />aroused Stan was. Sure, he was groaning and his hips humped all over <br />the bed, but she actually felt the churning in his balls when her nose <br />pressed firmly forward.<br /><br />The slender girl pushed his cock from her mouth using her tongue. She <br />let her teeth lightly score the sides of his cockshaft. The blonde knew <br />that her husband's control was approaching its limit. He had obviously <br />been ready for her to get him aroused this fast. He wasn't pacing <br />himself properly; he was excited about her taking the initiative.<br /><br />"What do you think of this?" she asked when his cock was entirely out <br />of her mouth.<br /><br />"It's just great. Wow, it feels like my whole prick's on fire. It's a <br />good fire, though. And it feels so tense inside me. I -"<br /><br />"You don't have to explain it to me, Stan. Just relax and stay cool and <br />enjoy this for all it's worth."<br /><br />The beautiful blonde dived back down to suck and tongue her husband's <br />cock. His cock had begun to twitch wildly until she knew it wasn't <br />going to be possible for the man to keep his passion bottled up much <br />longer.<br /><br />The bitter drop of pre-come fluid beading at the tip of Stan's hard <br />prick was quickly snared by her darting tongue. She waited for the <br />tasty flood of jism that was sure to follow.<br /><br />She didn't have long to wait. As her tongue caressed and stroked the <br />triangular flap of skin under the head of his cock, the first load of <br />his come fountained out. It splashed against her nostrils. Veronica was <br />quick to push her tongue firmly down on the tip of his spewing cock. <br />Each shot of jism smeared itself over her tastebuds. She relished the <br />taste of his come more than any other.<br /><br />It was like a gourmet treat for the young blonde. She smeared the gooey <br />stuff all over her mouth and kept sucking at the same time. Stan moaned <br />and shoved his hips upward in an attempt to face-fuck her. Veronica <br />didn't much care. Let her husband get his pleasure. She was getting a <br />large charge out of this herself.<br /><br />All too soon, the tempest raging in the man's body quieted down. Stan <br />was happy, but an emptiness had come into Veronica's now-oozing cunt. <br />She needed something in it. A cock would have been nice, but Stan's <br />prick was now out of the question, at least for awhile. And he'd be <br />wanting to ask a lot of questions that she still didn't have good <br />answers for.<br /><br />"Stan! Use your tongue on me. Suck on my cunt! Suck my wet pussy! Put <br />your mouth on my pussy and lap up all the fuck sauce you can!"<br /><br />The man eagerly looked at the furry pussy so close to his face. Her <br />sexual insistence was something totally new to him. But if the lovely <br />woman said to do it, he'd have to try to please her. If he could give <br />her even half the enjoyment she'd just given him, she ought to be <br />happy.<br /><br />He strained slightly until Veronica slid down a bit on the bed. He felt <br />her hands on his legs, her tits on his thighs. But it was her cunt in <br />front of his face that was the center of his attention. He watched in <br />fascination as the pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips quivered in <br />anticipation. Tiny beads of fuck juice seeped out of the clam-like <br />opening.<br /><br />Stan's tongue flashed out. He lightly touched the puckered crease that <br />ran between the beautiful blonde's sleek legs. Veronica sighed, then <br />urged him on. Stan shot his tongue squarely between her pussy lips.<br /><br />So many things happened so fast that Stan was unable to sort them all <br />out. Veronica groaned and clamped her thighs firmly around his ears. <br />His lips and chin took the full load of her cunt juices. And so did his <br />tongue. He tasted the fine elixir of woman, the ultimate in erotic <br />tastes.<br /><br />He rolled his tongue around in Veronica's quivering cunt, savoring the <br />flavor. At first, he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Veronica wasn't <br />normally like this. Then, after a long, rough-tongued trip the length <br />of her pussy, he was positive he did like it. It was a long time since <br />she'd been this turned on by sex. That thought aroused him again. He <br />suddenly couldn't get enough. His tongue flashed out repeatedly.<br /><br />His tongue touched every delicate spot along Veronica's wet pussy. She <br />was almost driven insane with the sensations smashing into her body. <br />Each time Stan's tongue dived into her cunt, she thought she'd faint in <br />reaction. As he dragged his rough tongue along her cunt lips, it sent <br />tingles of electricity volting into her tender young body. It was as if <br />she were being touched by live wires.<br /><br />When her husband's tongue swirled around her clit, Veronica came. She <br />had intended to build up the divine sexual tensions in her belly as <br />much as possible, then release it all in one huge orgasm. But Stan's <br />driving, delving tongue wasn't going to let her do that. He used his <br />tongue to the best advantage.<br /><br />Veronica soared on the winds of ecstasy. Her body was locked in an <br />orgasm for what seemed like an eternity of delight to her. But then she <br />floated back down to the reality of her tension-filled surroundings. <br />She eased the tension in her legs and released Stan's head. She hoped <br />she hadn't suffocated him during her climax.<br /><br />"Wow, I could barely breathe!" he gasped out. "And it was great. Let's <br />do it again!"<br /><br />"Stan, please -" she started. Then she held back her comments. She <br />didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know what she was going to do. <br />She couldn't bring herself to even tell Stan that she had gotten a job, <br />much less that she'd found a man who gave her pleasure he hadn't in the <br />past year of their marriage. Even after tonight, when she'd been hot <br />and horny for Karl Bennet's cock and had given herself to Stan, it <br />hadn't been the same.<br /><br />Bennet excited her. Mr. Marshall excited her. Stan didn't.<br /><br />But in a weird, odd way, Veronica knew she still loved her husband. <br />Hurting him was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. The way <br />out of it, though, seemed impossible.<br /><br />"Then fuck me, Stan," she said. She knew fucking would keep him happy <br />and his mind occupied. And maybe after he'd finished, he'd roll over <br />and fall asleep and not want to talk. Veronica knew she'd be up and <br />gone before Stan woke up in the morning.<br /><br />Another day at Acme Manufacturing might decide for her the best way of <br />breaking the news to her husband. She hoped.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 8<br /><br /><br />Stan was still asleep when Veronica silently got out of bed, dressed <br />and left for Acme Manufacturing. Her second day on the job. Her second <br />day out of the house. Her second day of cheating on Stan. Veronica <br />shivered thinking about her problems. They seemed to be insurmountable.<br /><br />She still loved Stan, but the spark, the violent flare of passion that <br />had marked their first year of marriage, had died down. It hadn't gone <br />out. Last night had proven that to the slender blonde. But she wasn't <br />experiencing the same sort of passion with Karl Bennet that she felt <br />with Stan.<br /><br />With Bennet, it was super. The greatest. With her very own husband, the <br />fire had died down to a dull ember. Some heat remained, but nothing <br />like she felt toward her new boss.<br /><br />Fucking with Karl Bennet was fun.<br /><br />Veronica idly moved through the day's work, hardly thinking about how <br />dull her job really was. All Veronica thought of was Karl Bennet. And <br />Karl Bennet's cock. But he wasn't in his office. He was in conference <br />with Mr. Marshall and others in the middle management of the company.<br /><br />Not even seeing him made Veronica tense, irritable and feeling like she <br />was just going into her period. Every little noise made her jump, and <br />she even snapped at Mary Ellen, which was the last thing in the world <br />she wanted to do. The dark-haired secretary took it in stride, though, <br />and silently left after depositing the new work for Veronica.<br /><br />By five o'clock Veronica still hadn't seen Bennet. She wondered what <br />had gone on in the meeting. It had lasted all day. Were they laying off <br />personnel? Was she going to be canned after only two days? Was Bennet <br />getting fired? The beautiful young woman didn't want to consider any of <br />those options. All she really wanted to do was see Karl once more.<br /><br />"See you tomorrow, Veronica," said Mary Ellen as she left.<br /><br />The whistle had blown five minutes ago. Veronica simply sat at her desk <br />realizing she had to go home and talk to Stan. She had to. There would <br />be hell to pay if she showed up late two nights in a row without <br />explanations.<br /><br />"Right, see you, Mary Ellen. And look, I'm really uptight. I didn't <br />mean to snap at you earlier today."<br /><br />"Forget it," Mary Ellen replied. "We all are like that. Big things are <br />happening at Acme. So long."<br /><br />Then, Mary Ellen was gone for the night.<br /><br />Just as Veronica started out the door, Bennet came swinging in. Without <br />even looking at her, he barked, "Bring in your pad and a pencil. Got <br />letters to dictate. Gotta get them out tonight. Have to."<br /><br />"But -"<br /><br />"No buts. Do it!"<br /><br />Veronica was thrilled, but she also knew she shouldn't stay. It might <br />cost her the job if she left, but if she didn't, it might cost her her <br />husband. But Karl had told her to come in and take dictation.<br /><br />She went into the man's office, her pencil and pad ready.<br /><br />"Where's Mary Ellen?" he asked, his eyes widening.<br /><br />"Left. It's almost five-fifteen, Mr. Bennet."<br /><br />"Damn, that meeting lasted longer than I'd thought. You don't mind <br />staying late, do you, Veronica?"<br /><br />"My husband -"<br /><br />"So call and explain you're working late. Double time for this."<br /><br />"I'll call from my desk," Veronica said. "Back in a minute.<br /><br />Somehow, she managed to convince her husband that she had not only <br />landed a job - he wasn't overly pleased - but she had to work late. <br />Veronica promised to discuss it with him when she got home. As the <br />beautiful young blonde hung up the phone, she realized Stan had been <br />more accepting of the situation than she'd thought he would be. He <br />hadn't liked the fact she was holding down a job, but he didn't seem <br />outrageously upset, either.<br /><br />"Ready for dictation?" Bennet asked, leaning back. Then he started <br />talking full blast for over an hour. By the time he was finished, <br />Veronica was sure she had written a hundred letters.<br /><br />"That do it?" she asked, tired, yet elated that she'd been able to keep <br />up with the machine-gun-rapid dictation.<br /><br />"Acme's landed a big account. Damn big. We're going to expand like <br />hell. I'm in line for a promotion and, yeah, that's it. Unless ..." His <br />voice trailed off.<br /><br />Hope flared in Veronica. "Unless what, Mr. Bennet?"<br /><br />"The roof's an interesting place. Great view of the city. Have you seen <br />it?"<br /><br />"The roof?" she asked, confused. This wasn't what she'd expected. <br />"Karl, really, I must -"<br /><br />"Come on. Up to the roof with me. For a while, at least."<br /><br />To be with him, she would have agreed to walk through hell barefoot. <br />She agreed. They took the elevator to the top floor, then went up a <br />flight of stairs. Bennet had a key to the door leading to the roof. <br />They went out, and Veronica gasped. The view was sensational.<br /><br />"So beautiful," she sighed. "I never realized it had a view like this. <br />And the moon!"<br /><br />"There's a full moon out tonight," Karl Bennet pointed out. "Let's go <br />fuck like a pair of lunatics!"<br /><br /><a href="http://olgjysamju4d0jyyx6y.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/35/462/462293254.jpg"></a>Veronica moved closer to Karl, her hand straying down to his crotch. <br />She felt his cock give a surge as she stroked it. It wouldn't be long <br />before he would have a fucking prick so hard and ready it would explode <br />with lust. She wanted to be on the receiving end when his cock erupted.<br /><br />"We've got fresh air up here, too," Veronica said.<br /><br />"If that's all you need," Karl Bennet started. He never got to finish.<br /><br />"I need cock," Veronica said positively.<br /><br />"And I need a well-spread young lady who is willing to plant herself <br />firmly down around my cock to celebrate the company expansion and my <br />promotion. And then move just a little bit while I fuck like hell!"<br /><br />"Is that all you need?"<br /><br />"I need you."<br /><br />"Ummm, it's cool out here, Karl," she said, pulling away, her mind <br />racing. She knew what her body wanted - but was it what she wanted? She <br />stalled for time, but knew the battle was a losing one. "And the moon. <br />Oh, it's full!"<br /><br />"And high in the air, too."<br /><br />She looked at the bulge in his pants. "The moon's not all that's risen, <br />I see. Is that something even more thrilling?"<br /><br />She knew then that she was lost. She wanted Karl to fuck her. She had <br />to have him fucking her.<br /><br />He laughed and took her by the arm. "If we're going to be up here to <br />fuck, we're gonna do it so that it's exciting. Even more exciting than <br />the last time."<br /><br />He seated her on the stone ledge running around the roof so that her <br />ass dangled out over a ten-story drop. She clutched wildly at the edge <br />of the roof, afraid yet turned on at the same time.<br /><br />"Don't, Karl. I'm scared of heights!"<br /><br />"You haven't even seen the heights yet!" He unzipped his pants and let <br />his huge, throbbing cock snap to attention. In the moonlight, his cock <br />looked like a wand of silver topped with a gleaming purplish knob.<br /><br />"Now that's the kind of height I love!"<br /><br />She dropped to her knees to suck on his cock. He didn't protest. She <br />loved the way his cock came totally erect in her mouth. It had been <br />erect but not fully stiff. As she sucked and licked it, his hard prick <br />stiffened noticeably. It was like raising the dead.<br /><br />She ended up with a real, wonderfully vibrant cock in her mouth.<br /><br />"That feels damn good, honey, but I want to bury it somewhere else, <br />somewhere nicer for me - for both of us."<br /><br />"Now where might that be?" Veronica asked in a teasing voice. The <br />slender blonde could feel her cunt beginning to drool at the prospect <br />of having this wondrous length of cock buried in her pussy again.<br /><br />He said nothing. Looking down into her blue eyes made him feel as if he <br />was being pulled into another, better universe. This new world was <br />filled with tight cunts and sucking mouths and wanton women, beautiful <br />women like Veronica.<br /><br />She lightly touched his hard prick again. His fully erect cock was <br />glistening from her saliva. As a cool wind began to blow across the <br />roof, she felt her sweat vanishing. She also saw that the man's cock <br />was beginning to shiver. She didn't want it to get too cold. It might <br />deflate.<br /><br />The blonde stuffed his cock into her mouth.<br /><br />"Hmmm, that's nice, but I told you that your cunt's what I want to <br />fuck. Not that sweet mouth of yours."<br /><br />She felt strong hands reach under her arms and gently lift her. <br />Reluctantly, she left his hard prick dancing in the air in front of his <br />crotch.<br /><br />His fingers began working their magic all over her body. Feathery <br />touches here, stronger ones there, stimulating her tits, fondling them, <br />cupping them in palms, weighing the heavy globes of titflesh and then <br />moving on.<br /><br />Before she knew it, she was bare-assed naked. He had totally undressed <br />her. She stood gloriously undraped in the silvery moonlight. She <br />smiled, then twirled around for his inspection.<br /><br />"Well, sir, do you like me like this? Mother naked?"<br /><br />"I love you like this."<br /><br />"Now it's your turn. You get naked." With her help, it was only a <br />matter of seconds before Karl Bennet was standing like a naked Greek <br />god in front of her. The hard-on he sported told her this was going to <br />be a memorable fuck, the type that she needed so desperately and wasn't <br />getting from her husband. Karl wasn't going to quit until they were <br />both totally satisfied. And this was what Veronica hungered for. <br />Fucking had begun to regain some of its thrill and excitement for her. <br />At least fucking with Bennet.<br /><br />She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her <br />face. Lips crushed brutally to hers. The kiss deepened. His tongue <br />flashed out and into her mouth, to dance around her tongue, teasing, <br />tormenting, luring her out.<br /><br />As her tongue lightly touched his teeth, he sucked down hard. He <br />trapped the pink, agile little tip between his lips, making sure his <br />teeth held firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from <br />escaping. Then he teased her tongue tip with his. Light, flicking <br />motions soon reduced her to a quivering mass begging to be fucked.<br /><br />"God!" she gasped out when he released her tongue. "You make me feel <br />like a whore! I never wanted cock more in my life! Your cock!"<br /><br />His hands stroked up and down her sides. He traced each and every rib <br />with his fingers. He worked down her spine. When his fingers found the <br />delightfully rounded surfaces of her naked ass, he burrowed between the <br />meaty asscheeks.<br /><br />The humid canyon beckoned him on. His finger went down until he <br />discovered her asshole. A little shove and he was able to thrust his <br />finger all the way in.<br /><br />A tiny gasp escaped the beautiful blonde's lips as she felt his finger <br />driving deep up her shit chute. The finger warmed her, excited her more <br />than she'd have thought possible. The feel of his throbbing cock so <br />close to her cunt should have been enough.<br /><br />The finger was the icing on the cake for Veronica.<br /><br />She wanted him to fuck her more than ever now.<br /><br />"Go, Karl, darling, do it! Do it to me! Shove that swollen hard prick <br />of yours into my cunt! I want to feel you moving inside me."<br /><br />"Don't want much, do you?"<br /><br />"I want that goddamn cock of yours! It's fucking nine inches long and I <br />want it!"<br /><br />Using the finger he had buried up her asshole, he guided her toward the <br />verge of climax. Gently, he pressed her down. She felt the cold stone <br />ledge under her ass. Then she was dangling, ass out, over the ten-story <br />drop to the ground.<br /><br />"Wh-what are you doing? Don't let me fall!<br /><br />"I wouldn't do that. But we're gonna fuck with you hanging off the <br />building. This is the ultimate. Combines real physical danger with the <br />chance of being seen while we're fucking."<br /><br />"But all they'd see would be my ass!"<br /><br />"Yeah," Karl Bennet said, smiling wickedly. "You're gonna be mooning <br />the whole goddamn city."<br /><br />Veronica turned and looked over her white shoulder. There was nothing <br />but two hundred feet of empty space between her and the ground. She <br />shuddered at the thought of falling. Then it occurred to her that <br />Bennet was right. The physical danger made this more exciting than any <br />fucking she'd done in a year.<br /><br />And it was turning her into the horniest bitch on the face of the <br />earth! She'd fuck anything that moved, no matter what it was!<br /><br />"I wonder," she said, glancing down at the city, "what they would think <br />if anyone did see my ass poking out over the roof."<br /><br />"They'd think I was the luckiest man in the world, darling. Ready for <br />this?"<br /><br />She gasped as she felt his purple-headed cock nudge into her cunt lips. <br />She snuggled in his arms so she could open her pussy lips and suck in <br />the glans of his cock. She wanted to feel his hot, driving poker of <br />manmeat all the way up into her steamy cunt.<br /><br />She didn't get it.<br /><br />He simply turned and walked over to the pile of their clothing.<br /><br />She gasped when she saw him coming back with his broad, thick black <br />leather belt. And clutched in his other hand was her smaller, thinner <br />one of brown vinyl.<br /><br />"What are you going to do?" Veronica demanded. "You're not going to <br />beat me? To tie me up? You wouldn't!"<br /><br />Veronica didn't know if this was what she wanted or not. She almost <br />thought that she did want to feel the lash of leather on her soft, <br />pliant flesh. Veronica couldn't forget how turned on she'd been when <br />Mr. Marshall had tied her and raped her in his office.<br /><br />"I don't want to lose control at the wrong time. We'd both be sorry." <br />He fastened the belts together in a large loop. He put it over his head <br />and shimmied it down around his waist. Then he put it over Veronica's <br />head and repeated the motion. They were tied together at the waist by <br />strong leather. If either of them slipped, the other'd be able to hang <br />on and prevent a deadly fall.<br /><br />She felt his cock pressing back into her blonde, crinkly-furred pussy <br />mound. The thick fur was tangled and matted from the sweat and cunt <br />juices leaking from her hot interior. But the erotic rubbing of his <br />cock against her pubic mound was enough to make her forget all about <br />the danger - for the moment.<br /><br />This was living. This was why she'd come up to the roof. She didn't <br />even notice as he maneuvered her back to the edge of the building. She <br />knew her ass was hanging out over the edge, but it didn't matter. The <br />slender blonde was letting his turgid hard prick come ever closer to <br />her cunt.<br /><br />When he stabbed forward with his hips, his hard prick sailed down the <br />slippery slit of her pussy lips. He parted them and stimulated them as <br />he stroked back toward her ass.<br /><br />She felt a sudden surge of delight pass into her cunt. She sighed and <br />wiggled her hips down over his cock. His prick was soothing and <br />stimulating at the same time. She didn't understand how a man's cock <br />could affect her like this.<br /><br />All she really cared about was getting that big, round, wonderfully <br />hard prick into her pussy.<br /><br />"Fuck me! I want it! I WANT IT!"<br /><br />His hands gripped her ass with ferocious strength. She felt herself <br />being lifted up into the air. When her feet no longer touched the roof, <br />he swung her backwards. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his <br />waist.<br /><br />The blonde sucked in her breath and held it. The action had driven his <br />cock impossibly deep into her cunt. She felt his fuck stick bending <br />inside as her body bent backwards. Her long, blonde hair streamed over <br />her head, dangling freely over the edge of the roof.<br /><br />Opening her eyes, she was horrified at the sight of the ground. She was <br />being held almost entirely upside down - and dangling over the edge of <br />the building. She saw now why he had insisted on the rough leather <br />belts around their waists.<br /><br />Sure, his iron-hard prick in her cunt supported her a bit. His cock <br />throbbed and made her feel great. But when he began fucking her, it <br />would enter and leave her cunt. If either of them came, it spelled sure <br />disaster.<br /><br />"G-g-god, this is spooky, Karl Bennet. I ... I don't know if I like <br />it."<br /><br />"Give it a few minutes."<br /><br />His hands gripped her soft, pliant assflesh. She giggled as his fingers <br />worked their way between the globes of her ass to press into the damp <br />deep canyon. When Karl Bennet began lifting her by the ass, she thought <br />he was going to rip those softly yielding asscheeks from her body.<br /><br />But it was necessary. This moved Veronica up enough to allow her cunt <br />to take in even more of his cock. She felt his balls wetly slapping <br />against her ass. Then he dropped her. She let herself go. He caught her <br />at just the right moment.<br /><br />There was a feeling of falling. His hard prick left her pussy. Veronica <br />tensed her belly muscles in a vain attempt to grab his prick. Although <br />he grunted from the impressive strength of her cunt, both gravity and <br />the action of his hands on her ass made his hard prick leave her fuck <br />tunnel.<br /><br />The beautiful young woman looked down at the ground. The thrill of <br />danger ripped across her mind like a jagged razor slash. She was headed <br />directly down to the ground, the only things holding her up being the <br />leather around her waist, the thick hard prick resting firmly inside <br />her cunt lips and the man's hands on her asscheeks.<br /><br />The slender girl shivered and began swaying from side to side. This <br />drove the man's cock into her cunt at different angles. As he pulled <br />her up, the cock rubbed first one side and then the other of her well-<br />oiled pussy. She loved it. She needed more.<br /><br />The sleek girl loved the promise of falling - falling with the man's <br />hard prick still actively fucking her to climax.<br /><br />"Oh, Karl, Karl! Fuck me good! Th-th-this is super!"<br /><br />"I knew you'd get off on it," he gasped. His hands turned slippery. He <br />was sweaty and hot even though the cool night breeze caressed his broad <br />chest and rested icy fingers on his broad back.<br /><br />She wiggled her ass against the rough stone building. Even this sharp, <br />searing pain gave her a new and totally different thrill. His cock gave <br />the ultimate in human pleasure. The pain gave her something to compare <br />that ecstasy to.<br /><br />And all that distance to the ground!<br /><br />Her body went berserk with orgasm. She screamed and thrashed around in <br />the man's tight grip as best she could. Falling. She could fall to her <br />death at any instant. Or be discovered. The security cops walked the <br />grounds at night. What would they think of seeing her stark naked, <br />dangling over the edge of a building, a long, hard prick fucking her <br />juicy little cunt?<br /><br />She didn't even want to think about those things. They were in her <br />blonde head but it was her cunt that drew her undivided attention. The <br />way the man's hard prick drove mercilessly into her pussy gave her <br />bliss she hadn't known for too long.<br /><br />"Keep going, love, keep fucking my poor little cunny!"<br /><br />Her only answer was a grunt from the passionately straining man. He had <br />braced his bare feet against the edge of the building. If he relaxed <br />for a split second, they'd both hurtle to the hard ground ten stories <br />below.<br /><br />His balls ached from the strain of the fucking. His belly muscles <br />pulled taut and were beginning to ache from the unusual fucking <br />position. His hard prick was being bent at an unnatural angle.<br /><br />It may have been unusual for him to fuck downward into a gripping, <br />steamy cunt, but it was stimulating him to the breaking point. He <br />barely kept his lead-heavy jism locked up in his balls.<br /><br />Twisting to and fro, he managed to fuck her virgin-tight cunt with <br />every ounce of strength in his powerful body. He lifted her ass up and <br />drove his hard prick relentlessly into her pussy. Then he bounced up on <br />his toes to make sure his cock was driven as far into her inner reaches <br />as possible. This done, he simply relaxed and let gravity pull her body <br />off his hard prick.<br /><br />"Can't hang on much longer," he moaned. "You're pushing me outta <br />control. God, gotta fuck you, fuck you good!"<br /><br />He began pulling her body even more firmly against his. Their crotches <br />ground together in a morass of lust. His bush mingled with hers, the <br />cunt juices spilling out of her aroused pussy.<br /><br />The tickle of her fuck fluids on his balls made them harden into a <br />compact little bag that pained him. He fought back the burning tide of <br />his come. He wanted more of her pussy. He wanted to feel her cunt <br />massaging his entire buried length of needy hard prick. There was <br />nothing in the whole world that mattered more to the both of them in <br />that instant.<br /><br />He had to really get his rocks off.<br /><br />Looking past her slender body, he saw the ground. It was framed by her <br />heaving tits. The big mountains of her titflesh bounced around, giving <br />the view an erotic aspect it wouldn't have otherwise had. The thick, <br />red pointy tips of her nipples were erect and demanding. He wished he <br />could reach down and take them between thumb and forefinger.<br /><br />Her tits would feel bloated between his fingers, but that wouldn't <br />matter in the least to him. And the beautiful woman would get an added <br />thrill from this attention.<br /><br />But he needed his hands now on her upper arms for support. He couldn't <br />hold her aloft with just the two belts around their middles.<br /><br />He allowed his gaze to pass her mounds of succulent tits and go across <br />her belly. It was concave with the strain of fucking. He imagined that <br />his prick caused such a suction in her cunt that it pulled her belly <br />down into her fuck channel.<br /><br />But that was ridiculous. This was simply a reaction to the unique <br />fucking position he'd gotten her into. The triangle of her pussy hair <br />was like an arrow. His long, firm cock was driving forcefully between <br />her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips.<br /><br />Those delicate flaps of aroused flesh were obscenely, wantonly kissing <br />his cock. As if they were lips sucking his hard prick, he was pulled <br />into the humid depths of her cunt.<br /><br />And he came.<br /><br />He couldn't stand it any longer. His tensed balls churned around until <br />he thought he'd go crazy from holding back the fiery tide of his jism.<br /><br />His cock gave a convulsive lurch, then spewed out lava-hot come. He <br />creamed in her cunt until he was milked dry. And he was lifting and <br />dropping her body around his hard prick. The heat, the clutching of her <br />gooey cunt, the unusual position, all conspired against Veronica, too. <br />As he spilled his jism, she came. Together, they twitched and ground <br />their crotches together in a wild display of unbridled passion.<br /><br />The slender blonde felt like she was falling and soaring at the same <br />time. She forgot all her fear of high places. She was anchored to the <br />world by this man's hard cock. And she was soaring on the wings of her <br />own orgasm.<br /><br />Karl Bennet managed to pull her back over the edge of the building and <br />softly kissed her. His lips were sweaty and hot and demanding as they <br />crushed her.<br /><br />Veronica couldn't help herself. She felt weak and totally in Bennet's <br />control. And she wanted more. She wanted lots more of his cock.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 9<br /><br /><br />Veronica had to have more of Karl Bennet's cock. She would go crazy <br />without it. He had lit the inner fires of her passion again. Nothing <br />less than all-out fucking would serve her now. Her pussy demanded it; <br />she demanded it!<br /><br />"It's cold up here, Karl," she pointed out. "And we're still bare-ass <br />naked. Let's go back to your office. It's warmer there."<br /><br />"We could put our clothes back on," he said, grinning. The moonlight <br />gleamed off his perfect white teeth. She returned his lit smile with <br />one of her own.<br /><br />"Why put our clothes on? If we're going to fuck again?"<br /><br />"That's what I wanted to hear!" he cried. "Last one back to my office <br />gets laid!"<br /><br />Veronica made sure she was the last one back. But not by much. She <br />didn't want Karl changing his mind about actually fucking her again. To <br />run mother naked through the deserted office building had turned her on <br />as much as anything else. The very idea of being naked in the halls <br />where she worked sparked her libido. But she wasn't knocking it. She <br />was more turned on now than she'd been when Karl had started fucking <br />her by leaning her over the edge of the roof.<br /><br />And that really turned her on.<br /><br />Veronica saw that Karl's cock was still as limp as a hose from their <br />fucking. She couldn't stand that. She had to have him up, hard, ready <br />to fuck again. She wanted to feel that fucking prick buried all the way <br />up her cunt. It had to stoke her desires to the breaking point again!<br /><br />He might even be able to rip her apart all the way to the chin. <br />Veronica decided she was horny enough to take the risk.<br /><br />Veronica went into the room and closed the door behind her. She tossed <br />her clothes onto the floor and moved to a chair close to the side of <br />his desk. His eyes followed her every movement across the room. She saw <br />the smile and knew this was the man for her.<br /><br />"How are you?" she asked.<br /><br />"Hot for you, girl," he replied.<br /><br />For a moment, she couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was <br />married, happily married. And yet she was cheating on Stan. But was it <br />a happy marriage if he couldn't give her what another man could? Was <br />she able to find sexual pleasure outside her home like this? It <br />couldn't be this simple. It just couldn't. And yet it seemed like it <br />was. The man was lusting after her.<br /><br />"A lot of that going around," she answered, looking down at his crotch <br />again. His cock began to stir. She nervously licked her lips in <br />anticipation. This stud was well hung. There was no way a tiny rigid <br />prick could imitate a firehose like that.<br /><br />"I'm ready for you again," he said. "You're just what the doctor <br />ordered."<br /><br />Her hands stroked his shoulders. She was amazed at the play of muscles <br />under her fingers. So strong! He was everything she could have wanted. <br />And here she'd been hung up over Stan. This stud would put her husband <br />to shame.<br /><br />And he was all hers!<br /><br />"Really. Tell me about it."<br /><br />She longed to get his cock into her hot cunt, his powerful arms <br />crushing her to his body. He was so strong he might be able to mash her <br />like an old beer can. But she couldn't think of a better way to go - as <br />long as his rigid prick was in her hot cunt fucking her deep and fast <br />and hard.<br /><br />His hands were busy around her slender waist. He pulled her a little <br />closer so that he could reach up between her legs.<br /><br />Veronica gasped when he touched her dripping wet snatch. His eager <br />fingers probed deep and worked toward her already-hot cunt hole. She <br />wanted nothing else in the world than to have him exploring her tight <br />little pussy. To have that meaty finger driving hard all the way up <br />into her belly would be paradise.<br /><br />"What is it you're looking for?" she asked. Her hands worked down his <br />chest. She found a tiny tangle of hair on his thickly muscled belly. <br />God, he was like a Greek god. Perfect!<br /><br />"I think I've found it. It was getting so hot I figured I'd find a <br />little spot to wet my fingers and cool off."<br /><br />"Not too cool for you, I hope."<br /><br />"No! Damned hot!"<br /><br />She needed the action she could get from his rigid prick. She needed it <br />badly!<br /><br />His steel-hard prick didn't leap to attention when she lightly brushed <br />over it. She was a little surprised at that. He had seemed so eager to <br />get into her pussy that she had to do a little more exploring to find <br />the reason.<br /><br />When the gorgeous blonde discovered it, she gasped. His cock was only <br />about half erect. And already it was larger than Stan's rigid prick had <br />ever been.<br /><br />Glancing at the office doorway with nervous guilt, she made sure it was <br />tightly shut. She knew then that she wanted to fuck and nothing would <br />prevent her.<br /><br />The cock in her hand stirred. Slowly, it came to life. She watched in <br />fascination as the man got a full boner. She couldn't believe its size. <br />Fully nine inches, it looked more like a cop's nightstick than a man's <br />rigid prick. But she wasn't going to complain. Quite the contrary. She <br />couldn't wait to feel that huge cock prodding into her tight little hot <br />cunt again.<br /><br />"God, I never saw a prick get that big!" she exclaimed.<br /><br />"A beauty, isn't it? A real pussy-pleaser. I can dig all the way up <br />into your hot cunt."<br /><br />"I always thought I was deeper than any man was long. Now I'm <br />wondering. Shall we find out for sure?"<br /><br />He smiled. His fingers gripped her waist and pulled her down.<br /><br />"Your hot cunt is nice and naked for my cock. Climb on, baby, and have <br />at it."<br /><br />"Y-you want me to fuck myself?" She had visions of his super-sized cock <br />splitting her apart if she lost control and fucked herself too hard. <br />But to actually control the pace of the fucking herself would be <br />something new and different. She could take all the pleasure she could <br />stand. And she had to keep telling herself she'd fucked with Karl <br />before. His cock was big, but he had never seemed this big to her <br />before. Their fucking on the roof actually caused his rigid prick to <br />grow to an even more immense size. He wasn't an ordinary stud, that was <br />for sure. He was exceptional and so was his cock!<br /><br />"Sure. I'm really turned on by you, Veronica. You're making me grow to <br />my full size. Not many women do that to me. And most of them are <br />satisfied with me only about half erect - my cock's big, baby, damn <br />big. Can you take it?"<br /><br />"Karl, any woman would cream in her pants at the chance!"<br /><br />He sadly shook his head. "You're one in a million. Most women who get <br />me fully erect see that rigid prick full erect and back away. They <br />can't even suck on it without cracking their jaws. It's big, baby, <br />maybe too big."<br /><br />"Let's see!"<br /><br />Veronica didn't want to talk any more. She couldn't imagine any woman <br />ever turning down such an invitation to fuck. This man was hung like a <br />bull elephant. Never had she seen him with such a throbbingly big cock <br />before. To feel his prick stroking back and forth along her pussy <br />walls, fucking the hell out of her, would be sheer heaven! Now that she <br />had fully turned him on, it meant only super fucking for both of them.<br /><br />She didn't face the man. She straddled his lap, facing away. Somehow, <br />the idea of being able to look up and see the doorway while she was <br />fucking took some of the thrill away. She wanted to be able to abandon <br />herself totally to the sensations ripping through her hot cunt.<br /><br />She placed her hands on the man's knees. Raising her creamy white ass, <br />she wiggled it a little to let him know what she felt, then lowered <br />herself.<br /><br />The shock of feeling his monster cockhead against her pussy sent <br />thrills all through her tender, young body. Veronica sucked in her <br />breath and held it for a long minute.<br /><br />Gusting it out through her nostrils, she told him, "It feels even <br />bigger than it looks! Christ, that cock of yours should be cast in <br />bronze and enshrined somewhere! And I'd thought you were huge when you <br />fucked me on the roof!"<br /><br />"I'd rather have it enshrined in that hot hot cunt of yours. But you <br />really haven't felt it yet. Drop down another inch or two. Then ... <br />then you'll get the full impact of my prick."<br /><br />The blue-eyed woman did as she was told. Immediately pain rocketed <br />through her. The red waves of agony cascading from her hot cunt <br />threatened to make her scream. She held the cries in until she was <br />sobbing.<br /><br />"I never thought a man's prick would hurt!"<br /><br />"You've given me the first full-sized boner I've had in months. God, it <br />feels great. Y-you don't want to stop, do you?"<br /><br />"No!" Veronica would adapt to his enormous cock size. It couldn't <br />possibly be too big for her, not when she was as horny as she was. Her <br />hot cunt walls would stretch to take him - they had to. But she hadn't <br />felt this much pain since she'd lost her cherry. Her pussy had ached <br />and hurt for a week afterwards - but it had been worth it.<br /><br />The gorgeous blonde knew that fucking Karl's mighty prick would be, <br />too.<br /><br />She wiggled her hips a little to snuggle down around the huge tip of <br />his prick. The purple crown threatened to rip her apart. She gritted <br />her teeth and dropped down another couple inches. The feeling of his <br />pulsing cock inside her both hurt and aroused.<br /><br />Veronica was confused by the conflicting emotions. She wanted to stop <br />before she tore delicate membranes in her hot cunt. And yet, she would <br />never touch that deep itch that threatened to drive her insane from <br />lust if she quit now.<br /><br />She had to go on. The wild desires burning in her loins drove her to go <br />on.<br /><br />Leaning forward, she pushed her ass down toward his crotch. The burning <br />pillar of his cock intruded all the way up into her hot cunt. She kept <br />it slowly moving into her belly. It hurt - bad. She had to have more, <br />though, always more.<br /><br />When she felt her asscheeks touching the man's bush, she knew she'd <br />taken his full length up her twat. Her guts were literally filled to <br />overflowing with cock. Never had her hot cunt taken more of a man. And <br />she loved every damned inch of his rigid prick.<br /><br />The initial feeling had been one of panic. She didn't want to injure <br />her cunt. But after she started the cock fucking deeply enough into her <br />hot cunt, it hadn't been so bad. Now it was great! She wouldn't have <br />traded fucking his monster rigid prick for anything in the whole world.<br /><br />"God, you're crushing me flat! I'm being burned off to a nubbin by that <br />blast furnace you call a hot cunt!"<br /><br />She laughed joyously. He was the one suffering sweet torture now. She <br />tensed her stomach muscles and gasped at the feelings generated deep in <br />her cunt. But that she was doing to his cock was even worse.<br /><br />He felt as if he'd been caught in a drop forge. Her tight, springy hot <br />cunt walls clamped firmly all around him. And the seething heat from <br />her pussy was soaking into his rigid prick. It was as if a fuse had <br />been lit.<br /><br />The heated tip of his cock burned back to the shaft. And then the heat <br />flowed down into his balls. The tumbling and churning inside his hairy <br />balls increased until he was writhing around on the bed.<br /><br />"Get going, damn you! I ... I can't stand your hot cunt unless you're <br />moving! Fuck yourself good!"<br /><br />Veronica gloated. It was her turn to make him suffer.<br /><br />Tightening her stomach and cunt muscles as much as she could, Veronica <br />worked herself up and off his cock. It was like squeezing toothpaste <br />from a tube. He couldn't stop groaning in pleasure at what she was <br />doing to him. When only an inch of his impossibly long cock remained <br />inside her hot cunt, she began twisting back and forth. The very end of <br />his prick threatened to come off. She knew it by the way it turned with <br />her body. She was pulling and stretching the skin all over his cock.<br /><br />That, along with the churning heat from her juicy pussy, was bound to <br />make the man want more.<br /><br />It did.<br /><br />And she gave it to him. Dropping back down was out of the question. She <br />wished she could have fucked herself all out. Simply rise up and the <br />man's rigid prick was just inside her agitated hot cunt mouth, then <br />relax and let gravity do all the work, but she couldn't do it that way. <br />Her hot cunt was strained to the breaking point. If she let that huge <br />cock surge up and into her pussy, it would rip and tear. She didn't <br />want to bleed to death, even for the fantastic fucking she was getting <br />from his record-breaking-sized cock.<br /><br />"Keep going. Your hot cunt - I want it all around me! It feels so <br />damned good. You'll never know how I need this!"<br /><br />She hesitated when she heard his words. How he needed this? She didn't <br />know what to think. Maybe it had to do with his promotion, the tension <br />he was under, the need for release.<br /><br />Everything worked together to make her want every inch of his huge <br />pussy-pleaser. Veronica realized this was her way of getting back at <br />Stan for robbing her of true sexual fulfillment like he'd been doing. <br />She'd get her rocks off! And with a stud twice as well hung!<br /><br />All the gorgeous blonde knew for sure was that she was enjoying the <br />hell out of Karl's huge rigid prick. It felt simply fantastic inside <br />her. She'd never gotten off on sheer size before. A guy with a six-inch <br />cock could do better sometimes than a stud with a bigger rigid prick. <br />It was all in how well he used it.<br /><br />But this was too much!<br /><br />Her guts were burning from the friction and she wasn't even fucking <br />very hard. She speeded up the tempo. The feel of the huge crown working <br />avidly against her juicy twat walls stirred her passions even more. She <br />felt her insides tumbling with lust.<br /><br />As the huge column of his throbbing prick entered her, her hot cunt <br />lips pulled into a lewd grin. The very mouth of her pussy stretched to <br />the breaking point. Not only was his cock long, it was thick. The girth <br />of his cock was so much that she'd have had to strain to reach around <br />it with her fingers.<br /><br />He wasn't fucking her with a cock, he was using a telephone pole!<br /><br />As he fucked all the way into her innermost depths, she let the warmth <br />wash through her. The end of his cock prodded into her softly padded <br />cervix. The most deeply buried part of her hot cunt parted just a <br />little under the prodding of his rigid prick. Then she felt the <br />unmistakable symptoms of a come mounting inside her belly.<br /><br />Breaths coming faster, she picked up the tempo of the fucking again. <br />Soon, her cunt was flying up and down around his rigid prick. The fuck <br />fluids flowed so fast now she didn't have to worry about harming <br />herself. So what if the cock came out of her mouth?<br /><br />She'd just suck on it!<br /><br />"Can't hang on much longer. Can't, oh, ohhh, shiiiiit!"<br /><br />She was jolted when the creamy bullet of his jism blasted into her hot <br />cunt. In a moment, she was soaring on the winds of her own come. The <br />orgasm threatened to rip her head off. She wanted to scream out her <br />joy. His cock was driving white-hot into her hot cunt. The fucking pace <br />was furious. The rigid prick flew like a piston as it probed the <br />deepest parts of her pussy.<br /><br />Then it was over.<br /><br />She sobbed with the physical and emotional release of her come. <br />Veronica let the man's cock turn to butter in her twat, then his prick <br />limply flopped out. Gently, she picked it up and kissed the very tip.<br /><br />That seemed to please him as much as anything she'd done. And she'd <br />done plenty.<br /><br />Her hot cunt ached more than she'd have thought possible. The thick <br />cock had damned near torn her in half. But it had been worth it. Never <br />again would such a huge prick frighten her. She'd eagerly look for them <br />- but she knew finding one as large as Karl's would be hard.<br /><br />Sobbing with relief, she sat up. Then her blue eyes widened as she saw <br />Stan in the doorway.<br /><br />"So this is the work you're doing. I might have guessed after last <br />night. You haven't been that active in bed for a year or longer. He <br />turns you on, huh?"<br /><br />Veronica didn't know what to say. Her mouth gaped open as she just <br />stared at her husband.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 10<br /><br /><br />"Stan!" the girl moaned aloud, sure now that the shit had hit the fan. <br />"This isn't what -"<br /><br />"What it looks like? Hell, Veronica, I know what's been going on." Stan <br />walked into the room. He seemed strangely calm for someone who'd just <br />found his wife and her boss fucking like rabbits - and enjoying the <br />hell out of it.<br /><br />"Mr. Hines, this is -"<br /><br />Stan's hand gesture cut Karl short. "I know what this is. And I've <br />known for a year that something had died in our marriage. So you love <br />him, Veronica?"<br /><br />Veronica sadly shook her head. She had to be honest with Stan. She <br />didn't love Karl. But she did love the way he fucked. It turned her on <br />in ways she hardly understood.<br /><br />"I do love you, you know," Stan continued. "And I'm willing to do <br />anything possible to keep you."<br /><br />"You don't want a divorce?" she stuttered.<br /><br />"Nope. I want to join you two! Looks like you're having fun. And I want <br />some of that, myself!"<br /><br />"What?" said the girl, astounded. "You ... you're not mad? You're not <br />going to do anything?"<br /><br />"Except join you," he said. "I want to keep you, Veronica, and if it <br />takes being broad-minded about a little three-way, that's okay by me. <br />Frankly, I've always wondered what it would be like having another guy <br />fucking you while I was. Seemed sorta kinky. I never mentioned it, but <br />now it seems perfect."<br /><br />Something clicked inside Veronica. She wanted two cocks in her at one <br />time. The thought was so kinky she was already starting to recover from <br />her shock of seeing Stan - and her hot cunt was dripping its thick love <br />juices in preparation.<br /><br />"So you boys like what you see?" she teased. She turned, wiggled her <br />pert ass and then strode off around the room. Her tits swayed with her <br />every movement. They weren't gigantic, but they weren't small either. <br />They were ample sizes to pleasure any man, even a tit-fancier.<br /><br />She paused, looking back over her shoulder at them. Her eyelids were <br />half-closed as if in anticipation of something incredibly sexy. She <br />motioned to them, then laughed loud and clear at their haste to join <br />her.<br /><br />"No need to rush, boys. Not unless you're having trouble controlling <br />yourselves."<br /><br />"Fuck that!"<br /><br />"Why not fuck me?" she suggested, spreading her legs just a bit wider.<br /><br />"What do you want, Stan? Front door or back?" Karl obviously couldn't <br />make up his mind.<br /><br />Stan's cock was paining him. The way it throbbed, he might blow its wad <br />at any instant. He was eager to get it into hot female flesh where he <br />could regain the feelings lost to him in the past year of marriage.<br /><br />"Been thinking about buggering you, Veronica. What about it? You want <br />my cock cornholing you?"<br /><br />Veronica looked down and saw Stan's cock pulsating with lust for her. <br />She nodded. She imagined how great his hard prick would feel up her ass <br />passage. She wanted all that intimate attention.<br /><br />He wasted no time in sidling up behind her. His hands reached around <br />and gripped her tits. He pulled her back so that his cock firmly <br />entered the deep canyon between her asscheeks. She sighed as his dick <br />worked its way to the bottom of her humid canyon. Veronica totally <br />surrounded his hard prick with her meaty slabs of ass-flesh.<br /><br />Wiggling her hips slightly gave a twist to his cock that brought a moan <br />of pleasure to his lips.<br /><br />"Damn, but you're a hot and horny bitch. Lemme ... lemme get it in, <br />then you can mount up, Karl."<br /><br />Karl made a mocking bow as he waited for the other man to stuff his <br />cock all the way up this wanton woman's asshole.<br /><br />She gasped as the rounded head of his hard prick firmly pressed into <br />her anal muscle. Her anus was a tightly held ring of muscle totally <br />unwilling to let this male invader up her shit chute. The idea of a <br />huge bludgeon of prick up her asshole was out of the question.<br /><br />No matter how the wanton girl tried to relax, she couldn't get her anal <br />sphincter to cooperate. And then it wasn't necessary for her to try and <br />relax.<br /><br />A steady pressure forced the head of his cock into her asshole. She <br />gasped with pain as Stan's hard prick squirted past her asshole and <br />into her rectum. One instant, just the head of his cock was inside her. <br />A powerful surge of his hips sent his cock all the way up her ass.<br /><br />Veronica was jolted all the way to the top of her skull. Tossing her <br />head from side to side, she began a low moaning. Her body was <br />experiencing joy.<br /><br />"Like it, huh, Veronica?" he muttered as his hands stroked over her <br />ass. He began working the twin globes of her ass-flesh back and forth. <br />Kneading them like bread, he tried to rip them from her slender body.<br /><br />"Oh, God, God! Fuck me, damn you. Fuck my ass! Don't just stand there! <br />Really bugger me if you're going to!"<br /><br />"So? All right. You asked for this!"<br /><br />And he rammed another inch up into her ass. Pulling out made the lovely <br />blonde think he was going to suck her guts out behind his cock. The <br />vacuum formed in her bowels was intense. And then he was plugging her <br />rectum full of hard, throbbing hard prick again. Over and over he <br />fucked her ass.<br /><br />She felt her husband's hairy thighs pressing firmly into her tender-<br />skinned ass. Her ass began to twitch as she fell into the rhythm of his <br />fucking. Then she was shoving her hips back in an attempt to get even <br />more cock up her tightest passage.<br /><br />The fires in her body burned brightly. Her hot cunt was drooling out <br />its juices. They trickled down the insides of her thighs, tickling and <br />turning her on even more. This wasn't missed by her boss in front of <br />her.<br /><br />"Lemme climb on!" Karl demanded.<br /><br />He reached out and grabbed her tits. Her tits were especially <br />sensitive. His fingers threatened to rip those succulent mounds from <br />her chest. Karl stroked down over her body until he got to the insides <br />of her thighs, then he pushed her legs wider apart. When she was in the <br />position he wanted, he entered her.<br /><br />There was a brief moment as Veronica felt Karl's cock pressing against <br />her pussy lips. Then he was surging hard and fast all the way up her <br />twat. She had two cocks in her at the same time!<br /><br />Karl began a rhythmic, slow fucking of her hot cunt. He didn't seem to <br />be in a hurry. He diddled her clit occasionally. The lightest of <br />touches on the woman's clit sent an icy stab all the way up into her <br />belly. She was really up for this. Her nerve-endings were ultra-<br />sensitive and highly responsive to the fucking.<br /><br />Having one man up her asshole and another in her cunt, both fucking her <br />silly, was new and wildly different for Veronica. She had been bitching <br />about how bad it was with Stan always doing the same things. She was <br />finally living out her fantasies.<br /><br />Two men fucking her at once!<br /><br />"Keep going, damn you. I need your fucking cocks all the way in me!" <br />she screamed.<br /><br />Tossing her head from side to side sent a shower of sweat in all <br />directions. Her honey-blonde hair had taken on new highlights as it had <br />dampened from her sweaty fucking activities. But neither of the men <br />really noticed how lovely Veronica was, how pale and angelic her face <br />was while being framed with golden hair.<br /><br />All they were interested in was between their legs. Their cocks were <br />driving hard and deep into her completely wanton, totally willing body. <br />One hard prick was ramming into her asshole. She'd had Stan up there <br />only hours before and she wanted more of him. The initial pain of <br />stretching and pulling quickly receded as she adapted to his huge hard <br />prick.<br /><br />Times had changed for the wanton girl - fast.<br /><br />"Keep going, damn you! Don't stop! And don't you dare slow down!"<br /><br />"Shit, Stan. I think she's gonna burn my cock to a nubbin. There ain't <br />gonna be nothin' left if I keep up this pace. Never felt a chick's hot <br />cunt this hot before."<br /><br />Stan grunted. He was balls deep in Veronica's hot ass.<br /><br />"Hey, let's do this right. Cooperate, you know? Team work. You pull out <br />while I'm in. We can get her coming and going."<br /><br />"Mostly coming, I hope," panted Stan. "If we don't hurry, I'm gonna <br />blow my wad. Okay, sure, anything. But let's do it!"<br /><br />"Call it, then. Anything you want."<br /><br />Veronica thrilled at the way they were talking about her. Stan was <br />always such a gentleman. He bored her. She wanted it rough sometimes. <br />He'd never do it. She wanted her fucking different. He never did that, <br />ever, not before now. And now she had two studs really fucking her and <br />making her feel dirty, wanton, totally alive!<br /><br />"Okay, guy, out!"<br /><br />She felt the prick up her twat slip free. The plum-tipped end of Karl's <br />cock stayed in, parting her sex lips. But that was it. But Veronica <br />wasn't sorry. The cock up her asshole was buried to the hilt. She felt <br />his hairy balls banging against her hot cunt lips.<br /><br />Wriggling her curvy bottom, she felt his balls slapping all around her <br />rear. Squeezing down, she felt the huge pillar of manmeat entering her <br />anus. And deep inside her rectum was the broad arrowhead of his cock.<br /><br />She could feel every small detail of the contour of Stan's prick. It <br />was dancing around madly in her tight passage. She knew Stan was having <br />problems controlling his come. It must be burning fiercely in the tiny <br />sac right now. And she wasn't making it any easier for him. Doing her <br />best, her buttocks tried to crush all the life from his fuck stick.<br /><br />She squeezed and massaged and wiggled and twisted. Stan's cock felt as <br />if it were being pulled out by the roots. And hot! Her ass was so hot <br />he was sure he'd be burned to a cinder. Fucking in and out of her shit <br />chute generated enough friction to burn both of them up.<br /><br />Now each and every drive all the way up her tightest passage was an <br />endurance contest. He tried to hold back the tide of his jizz. It <br />churned and tumbled his balls around in their furry little bag. Wanting <br />to bring Veronica off before her boss did was something of a point of <br />honor with Stan. He'd show her what it meant to be really butt-fucked.<br /><br />Just as he was losing his battle, he heard Karl's command.<br /><br />"Out!"<br /><br />Veronica moaned as the cock left her ass. For a brief instant, her hot <br />cunt and asshole were empty. Then a cock surged up her pussy. It buried <br />itself all the way up her twat. And once there, it began stirring <br />around.<br /><br />The back-and-forth, in-and-out fucking continued until she felt so weak <br />and rubbery in the knees she would have collapsed if it hadn't been for <br />the two men supporting her. In the front, the huge cock reaming out her <br />cunt held her upright. And from the rear, another driving hard prick <br />kept her from falling down.<br /><br />"Let's do it at the same time," one of the men called to the other. <br />Veronica was in no condition to know who was speaking.<br /><br />She could tell both men were reaching the point of no return. Their <br />cocks were burning with lust now. After the frantic fucking that had <br />been going on, it couldn't be any other way.<br /><br />When both hard pricks smashed into her at the same time, she almost <br />fainted. Two cocks thrusting hard and fast into her body at the same <br />instant sent waves of passion smashing into her body. She was barely <br />able to control it all. Her hot cunt burned, her asshole screamed for <br />more. The feelings built up fast in her taut body as the two men fucked <br />faster and faster.<br /><br />"Hey, I can feel your prick!"<br /><br />"Yeah, through her guts. This is really something, you know?"<br /><br />She knew what they were talking about. Deep inside her belly, their <br />cocks were almost touching. All that separated them was a thin, rubbery <br />inner membrane. Her guts were being rearranged to take the mighty <br />thrusts of both cocks.<br /><br />"God, this is great. I feel like I can fuck forever!"<br /><br />Stan's cock throbbed with extra lust as he rubbed against the other <br />man's. The glove-tight fit of her ass all around his cock was great. <br />Better than he remembered from fucking her the entire year previous. <br />And the heat seething from her insides was enough to cause his blood to <br />boil with lust.<br /><br />But the biggest turn-on was fucking the wanton girl at the same time <br />Karl was. Through her inner tissues, their cocks pressed close. The <br />dancing and quivering and jerking of one's hard prick stimulated the <br />other even more. They were not only fucking a beautiful woman, they <br />were giving each other a real thrill, too.<br /><br />Stan pulled out of her asshole on the count, letting his cock rest for <br />a second. The heavy slabs of assflesh on each side of his hard prick <br />made him aware of how tight her ass really was. When he had started <br />fucking her up the rear, the pressure from those muscular slabs had <br />seemed great. Now it was nothing compared to the clinging, clutching, <br />steamy shit chute.<br /><br />Stan grunted as he drove his cock back into her hungering guts. The way <br />she was writhing around, bucking and struggling passionately told him <br />all he needed to know. Veronica was getting off on this sexy sandwich <br />fucking.<br /><br />Cock, asshole, cunt and cock.<br /><br />That was a combination Stan didn't think could be beat. And the way his <br />cock was feeling, he didn't think he'd ever be able to come up with <br />anything nearly as exciting again. It had been a hell of a day so far - <br />and it was getting better.<br /><br />He went hurtling into her bowels with all the force locked up in his <br />body. His hips jerked forward, snapping his cock straight out like an <br />arrow from a bowstring. He felt his balls bang against the curve of her <br />bottom. But the most sensation from the lovely blonde woman was the <br />tight ring of muscle around his wife's asshole.<br /><br />It was like a hangman's noose. She could clamp down and totally cut him <br />off. She was relaxed enough to let him fuck her butt without any <br />struggle. But the tightness of the passage was having its effect on <br />him.<br /><br />As he pulled out, his hips went berserk. No longer able to hold his <br />lust in check, he began to wildly fuck her ass. Prick burning with the <br />friction of fucking, he felt the white-hot tide of jism rushing out of <br />his cock. He creamed all over the inside of her rectum, giving her the <br />most erotic enema ever.<br /><br />The rush of his come into her rear brought her off. She shrieked and <br />felt her body convulsing with orgasm. She soared up on the end of his <br />cock as he wantonly fucked her butt. As the intense sensation was <br />slipping away from her, she knew he was no longer up her ass.<br /><br />His cock had wilted. But the one drilling up her hot cunt was still <br />very much in the picture.<br /><br />Her body demanded another come. Now. At that very instant.<br /><br />She gripped Karl, who was fucking her twat so enthusiastically, arms <br />around his neck for support. Her back arched and her hips shot out. She <br />presented her snatch to the man as openly as she could. She wanted as <br />much of his delicious cock up her pussy as she could get. But still it <br />wasn't enough for the come-hungry woman. She relaxed and her body <br />collapsed around the upward-driving piston of his cock. She was firmly <br />impaled on his cock.<br /><br />He groaned, feeling the shockwave all the way through his balls. Her <br />hot cunt was juicy with lust, hot with desire. He couldn't stand <br />fucking this virgin-tight pussy much longer. His body was going to <br />betray him. Try as he might, Karl couldn't hold back the surge of his <br />jism.<br /><br />Erupting like a volcano, he fountained out his jism into her gaping <br />pussy. His hips bucked and drove hard for the ultimate climax. He was <br />totally lost in his orgasm.<br /><br />The girl twisted and hunched back and forth, stirring his thick prick <br />inside her. As the jism squirted into her hot cunt, she came again. The <br />superheated come had set off still another climax in her slender body.<br /><br />She clung limply to Karl for a moment, then her mind began to erase the <br />fog of lust, allowing her to think more clearly. She realized she'd <br />just been fucked by two men, one up her ass and the other up her hot <br />cunt. And she'd enjoyed every perverted second of it. And she'd enjoyed <br />it with her husband.<br /><br />"More," Veronica said weakly. "Fuck me some more."<br /><br />"Sex crazy," muttered Karl, backing away and pulling her arms free of <br />his neck. "I'm beat. How about you?"<br /><br />"I think I can figure out something else to keep my lovely wife happy," <br />Stan replied.<br /><br />And he did. Veronica Hines had discovered independence and a sexual <br />freedom that would keep her very, very happy for a long, long time.<br /><br /><br />The End<br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-57373931384114977262007-03-12T21:35:00.000-05:002007-03-12T21:38:13.820-05:00For Couples Only<a href="http://qntzbd74ljnbwx02.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/37/130/130357478.jpg"></a>A naked woman in her early thirties came out of the house. She closed the door behind her and turned, watching the couple out near the pool. They too were naked, dancing belly to belly and cheek to cheek. The portable tape player was too loud now. All the neighbors were in bed. She stooped and turned down the volume, balancing a tray with four fresh drinks carefully on her tanned thighs. The eight-foot-high concrete fence around the back yard kept out prying eyes from the Leatherman patio, but the sound of sweet music from back in the big band days could antagonize their new neighbors. She didn't want that. The high fence had set tongues to wagging and acted as a barrier down here in the South. Montgomery, Alabama, the Heart of Dixie. She chuckled at the lack of Southern hospitality they'd received. The only thing warm about Alabama was the weather.<br /><br />It was the middle of summer, almost midnight on a Saturday night. The air was still. Leaves hung limp in the big elm by the side of the patio. Crickets chirped softly in the thick grass beyond. A few lightning bugs flashed as they flew silently across the yard. Lucia stood up, congratulating herself for spraying the insect repellent about the patio before their across-the-street neighbors and only local friends, the young Dunstons had arrived for the back yard barbecue. All four of them had been nude for well over an hour, and not one had suffered even a hint of a mosquito bite. She made a mental note to get several cans of the spray as she walked quietly to the glider, where Boyd Dunston sat transfixed, his eyes glued to the dancing couple. The girl swaying her midsection against the man's hairy abdomen was Faith, his innocent bride of less than a year.<br /><br />His face retaining its sullen expression, Boyd accepted the drink from Lucia with a grunt. He had been against swimming in the nude from the first. He was still against it. He'd been afraid it would lead to something like this. Now that it had, he was sorry he'd let the Leathermans talk them into it. Faith thought it was daring, thrilling. But what did she know? She was only eighteen and had never been outside the state. He'd known better, being a man of twenty-three and not long out of the Navy. Why had he finally agreed to the nude swim?<br /><br />The drinks, he decided. And the calm way both Lucia and Dirk Leatherman had kept bringing the conversation back to how healthy nudism was. Maybe nude swimming is healthy, he thought, but things can fast get out of hand when the drinks come continuously and nobody bothers to count.<br /><br />The glider jerked as Lucia sat down beside him. Ice cubes tinkled as she sipped at her drink. She sighed and set her glass on the patio table. She got two cigarettes and lit them both, handing one to Boyd as she leaned back and ran her soft hand lightly over his thigh.<br /><br />"Thanks," Boyd said. He pulled deeply on his smoke, then exhaled forcefully, his eyes never leaving the dancing couple.<br /><br />"Ten minutes," Lucia said in a hoarse whisper.<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />She smiled, letting her cool fingers walk up the inside of his thigh. "From the looks of things, it'll only take about ten more minutes."<br /><br />Boyd squirmed uneasily as her fingertips neared his dick. He knew now was the time to stop her, but he said nothing. Her touch was delicate and pleasant to his alcohol-muddled mind. "What are you talking about? Ten minutes for what?"<br /><br />"For sex," she said, then laughed softly as his chin dropped. "Your wife is coming on strong. Look at her."<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><br />He watched Dirk's hand cup his wife's nude buttock and pull her pelvis tighter against his. He saw the hardened head of Dirk's big cock poke through her white thighs. They stopped dancing. He heard Faith whimper, saw her clench her legs together and squeeze the pole of flesh between them. Dirk's other hand found her neglected buttock and grasped eagerly.<br />He moved her slowly back and forth, letting her cunt slide over the top of his shaft.<br /><br />"No ... No, you mustn't do that." Faith didn't sound at all convincing. She made a weak effort to pull away, then moaned as Dirk jerked her roughly back against him and brought his mouth down on hers. She stood limply, accepting the kiss as Dirk's hands kneaded her ass and rocked her over his stiff prick. Then, her arms suddenly going around his hairy torso, her fingers gripping harshly into his shoulders, she groaned into the quiet night air and opened her mouth to suck in his tongue.<br /><br />Lucia's mouth came close to Boyd's ear. Her warm breath teased it, then the tip of her pink tongue darted inside his ear and licked as her hand cupped under his balls.<br /><br />"Don't," Boyd weakly protested, pushing her hand away as he jerked his head free of her lips and tongue. He turned and looked angrily into her eyes. "What the hell's going on here?"<br /><br />"Our little party is about to come to a climax, darling," Lucia answered. She licked her lips and chuckled mirthfully, her hand coming back between his legs. "Look at them," she breathed excitedly, her fingers, still cool from holding her drink, encircling his stiff and throbbing shaft.<br /><br />Ignoring Lucia's expert fondling of his genitals, Boyd swung his head around in time to see his wife being picked up and carried over to a chaise lounge. Dirk leaned over and deposited Faith on her back, then pushed her thighs apart with his hands as he came down on top of her. He pressed his mouth to hers, silencing her half-hearted protests as he positioned himself between her legs. His ass wiggled, bringing the big circumcised head of his cock to the moist and parted lips of Faith's pussy. Dirk's buttocks tensed. He pushed forward slowly, stretching Faith's lips taut as they opened to accept his purplish glans between them.<br /><br />Faith threw back her head, breaking the kiss as she harshly sucked in her breath. Her legs opened wider, her hips moving to make penetration easier. Arms dangling limply on either side of the chaise, eyes clenched tightly shut, Faith shuddered as Dirk's big cock inched up into her vagina, stretching it, filling her cunt as it had never been filled before. Hairy balls nestled gently into the crack of her ass. She sighed, bringing her arms lazily up and clasping Dirk's coarse chest tightly to her. Curly hair chafed her hardened nipples as her breasts flattened out against him. She whimpered, her legs folding over Dirk's as her hands moved down to cup his muscular buttocks and pull him deeper into her, tighter against her.<br /><br />The head of his dick bumped her cervix. "Ooooh! Oh shit!" She sobbed brokenly, then whimpered again and again as her hips rocked the mouth of her womb back and forth over his swollen glans.<br /><br />His mouth hanging open in disbelief, Boyd sat stunned as he saw his wife begin thrusting up her pelvis to meet Dirk's first strokes. "Goddamn 'em," he muttered under his breath. Then in a slightly louder voice he threatened, "I'll kill him ... both of them!"<br /><br />Lucia grinned in silence. She had heard such outbursts before. Boyd would do nothing of the sort, and she knew it full well. He had sat quietly, watching for over a half-hour as Dirk seduced his young wife little by little. His words were only to save face, a front to cover the<br />sexual thrill he felt at seeing his bride accept another man in intercourse. Dirk had said it would turn out this way. As always, he'd been right. Lucia had a handful of throbbing cock to prove that Boyd thrilled at what he saw. Dirk had sized up the Dunstons the first evening they'd spent together. He'd been on the make for Faith ever since, and Boyd was not exactly unappealing to Lucia. In fact, the stiffened organ in her grasping hand caused her mouth to water. She dropped to her knees in front of Boyd and took the cigarette butt from his hand. Pitching it off into the grass, she worked her shoulders between his legs and bent her head to his groin. She skinned back his foreskin and, holding his shaft tightly, lowered her face. The entire head of his cock was covered with the clear fluid his aroused organs had produced. Her lips formed over his glans, her tongue licking at its weeping eye as he pushed weakly and ineffectively to break the contact.<br /><br />"Let me suck you," she whispered seductively, then flashed out with her tongue and licked around and around his velvet crown. He groaned and released her head. "Forget Faith and Dirk. Close your eyes and lean back. Relax. I want you to enjoy this as much as I'm going to."<br /><br />"But they're fucking! Your husband and my wife!"<br /><br />"So? It happens all the time in our social circle. Don't tell me this is the first time for you and Faith." Lucia knew that it was the first extramarital adventure for Boyd and Faith. They were exactly the kind of inexperienced young marrieds that she and Dirk sought out. It gave them both an added thrill to break in a new couple to mate swapping, especially when they were as innocent and unsuspecting as Boyd and Faith were. She'd spoken the same lines to many horrified young husbands who'd sat trembling with excitement as their wives got their first taste of Dirk's cunt-stretcher. Her words were chosen with a purpose--to put the confused husband on the defensive. No man liked to admit that he was a bumpkin, that he was unsophisticated. "Besides, what good would it do to stop them now? I think they're both enjoying it thoroughly. Let's you and I even up the score."<br /><br />Somehow it all didn't seem right to Boyd. He stared over at Faith, hoping that it was all a dream, that she really wasn't giving herself to Dirk. What he saw inflamed him all the more. Faith, who had been a shy virgin when they married and had not once looked at another man, was giving her all to Dirk. She was responding to his brutal thrusts with lustful abandon, meeting him halfway in mid-air and grunting like a sow in rut each time her ass was driven forcefully back down onto the chaise. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping on flesh caught in his ears, joining his wife's moans of pleasure and Dirk's grunting encouragement that spurred her on. Faith's legs shot up and clamped around Dirk's buttocks. She wailed out mournfully as her tilted pelvis allowed his prick to fill her completely. Her heels beat rapidly into the cheeks of his pistoning ass, keeping time with his driving thrusts.<br /><br />"Oh, Dirk! Oh God, daddy ... oh, sweet man!" Faith's voice was raspy with lust, her words more gruntings than words.<br /><br />Dirk slammed down into her, holding his cock in to the hilt and harshly grinding their pubic mounds together. He rotated his ass, rolling and stretching her cunt with the full length of his nine-inch rod. Faith's face screwed up in agonized sex pain. Her lips drew back and bared her teeth. Her hands tightened into fists and she beat at his back. She tried to speak but only incoherent mumblings escaped her throat.<br /><br />"Is it good, baby?"<br /><br />"Mmmmm!"<br /><br />Laughing, Dirk throbbed his glans deep within her. He felt her tense, heard her sigh, then gasped himself as her strong vagina tightened down along his thick shaft.<br /><br />"Again!" she shouted, her fingernails raking down his back and digging into the cheeks of his ass. "Do that again!"<br /><br />"You mean this?" he asked, throbbing the head of his dick against her cervix.<br /><br />"Uhgh! Yes ... yes! Don't stop ... more. Do it some more."<br /><br />They fell into a rhythm, Dirk throbbing his cock over and over and Faith answering each time by clamping the walls of her vagina tightly around him. She frantically held him to her, her fingernails leaving red welts as she clawed at his ass to keep him from pulling out even a fraction of an inch. She began to sob brokenly, tears rolling down her cheeks as the muscles of her abdomen rippled again and again.<br /><br />"Oh! Oh Jesus, that's good!" Faith breathed hoarsely.<br /><br />"You like that, do you?"<br /><br />"Yes ... shit yes! Make me come that way, Dirk ... make me come!"<br /><br />"Already?"<br /><br />"Yeah ... yeah, I'm almost there!" she panted. Her eyes screwed shut and her cunt speeded up, clasping down around his cock and urging him to throb his glans more rapidly.<br /><br />"God, you're a hot little bitch! Okay, baby, let loose and fly, but ease up on me. That pussy of yours is like melted butter. If you're not careful, you'll milk the juice right up from my nuts, and I'm not ready for that yet."<br /><br />"Hurry ... push me, daddy! Ohh ... push me over!"<br /><br />Gritting his teeth, Dirk throbbed his cock faster and faster. Little mewling sounds came up out of her throat. Sweat popped out on her forehead and belly. Suddenly Faith stiffened. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her tongue licked rapidly at her parted lips. Her cunt began its fluttering dance of orgasm. Faith threw back her head and screamed out shrilly into the night, her asshole joining in and gulping at the cool air as total climax claimed her.<br /><br />She fell back limply when it was over, her entire body twitching from head to toe, her lungs gasping for air. Her arms and legs fell free of Dirk, her knuckles thumping against the concrete patio, the soles of her bare feet making two separate and distinct little slaps as they hit also. Her head rolled from side to side, trailing the soft, glistening tresses of her long brown hair. She whimpered softly, taking a long time to come down from the blissful heights.<br /><br />Dirk stiff-armed up, looming above her and grinning down into her completely relaxed face. Finally her eyes opened and she smiled up at him. He throbbed his cock and chuckled as she groaned. "That looked like a good one," he said.<br /><br />"You mean there's more?"<br /><br />"Shit, baby, we're just getting started. That was only the warm-up."<br /><br />"I don't know if I can take any more tonight."<br /><br />"Bullshit. It's time you learned what real fucking is all about. Let's show that husband of yours what you were made for."<br /><br />A cold chill swept over Faith's body. With all the drinks and Dirk's expert attentions, she'd forgotten all about Boyd, had been carried along into a world where only she and Dirk existed, where nothing mattered but physical pleasure. She jerked her head and looked toward him. His eyes glared back at her. He'd seen it all. What must he think of her now? Oh, dear God! But wait! It wasn't anger she saw in his eyes. It was lust! Boyd had sat right there and watched it all. How could he have allowed it to happen? Why hadn't he stopped Dirk before it was too late?<br /><br />As her gaze dropped from his flushed face, Faith saw why her husband had made no move to prevent her seduction. Lucia was on her knees between his widespread legs, her hair swaying jerkily as her head bobbed up and down at Boyd's loins. My God! She had his dick in her mouth! She was sucking him! And to make matters worse, Boyd was thoroughly enjoying the perverted act! A sense of anger and self-righteousness swept over Faith. How could Lucia be so nasty? How could Boyd let Lucia do that animal thing to him? At least what she and Dirk had done was normal. The thought assuaged her guilty conscience. Dirk's thick cock stroking slowly in and out of her still sensitive pussy helped too. Piss on Boyd, she thought hazily. Dirk was making her feel like her own husband never had. It was good ... so good! If Boyd wasn't man enough to make him quit, then let him watch. Faith brought her mouth to Dirk's and kissed him wetly. Wantonly, she arched her back and began hunching to increase the pleasure his hard organ afforded. She rubbed her open palms sensually up and down his back a few times, then eagerly grasped at his ass and pulled to help him hit harder into her.<br /><br />Boyd licked absently at his dry, parted lips. The sound of Faith's breath sucking in harshly as Dirk's glans hit into her cervix once more rang obscenely in his ears. His heart was beating rapidly, violently. The sound of its "thump, thump, thump," joined the lewd slaps of Dirk's hairy abdomen as he hunched into Faith again and again. His wife's throaty moans and groans added to his distress and made his head feel light and dizzy.<br /><br />Again Boyd's conscience stabbed unmercifully at his heart. He groaned aloud at the pain in his chest. He struggled for breath, fought for the courage to shove Lucia away and go over to the chaise and pull Dirk from between his young wife's legs. It was wrong--all of it! Faith shouldn't be letting him screw her! And he shouldn't be letting Lucia suck so deliciously on his excited organ! He should stop it, should jerk Dirk from his wife and drag her home to beat the hell out of her. NOW! DO IT NOW, his conscience screamed. HURRY, BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!<br /><br />Mustering all the will power at his command, Boyd shoved roughly at Lucia's forehead. The wet smack of broken suction filled his ears as Lucia toppled backward. Ignoring her angry outburst, he jumped to his feet and ran across the patio. The night air felt cold on his saliva-wet prick as it swayed, still hard as a rock, to and fro. His bare feet slapped the concrete. His cock slapped too, hitting wetly from one side of his stomach to the other as he ran the few steps to where Dirk and Faith lay on the chaise. He stopped beside them, hesitating, unsure as to how to go about untangling the adulterous union.<br /><br />Faith was moaning steadily now, her lovely face all distorted with raging lust as her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes opened and looked up at him, then closed dreamily again as if she hadn't even seen him standing above her and her big-dicked lover. Her arms were locked around Dirk's muscled back, holding him tightly to her.<br /><br />"Harder! Fuck harder!"<br /><br />It was a command, a hungry order. The hissing words had come from Faith's mouth but the voice was not hers. Boyd's mouth dropped open in disbelief. He stared dumfounded as Faith clawed viciously at Dirk's back with her long, painted nails. Her feet dropped from the chaise and hit the patio. Her heels came up off the concrete as she braced with the balls of her feet and slammed her cunt up abandonedly to Dirk. Her toes curled down against the concrete and turned white from the intensity of her efforts. The muscles of her calves and thighs stood out from the strain. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons standing out like taut cords behind her flexed knees. The soft flesh of her thighs swayed with each frantic thrust of her pelvis. Just below the wet, hairy mound of her cunt the tendons on the inner slopes of her creamy white thighs stood out boldly from the soft flesh, jerking and dancing like bowstrings being rapidly plucked.<br /><br />Orgasm was drawing near for them both. For a crazy second Boyd considered letting them go on with the wild, jerky union. He was even more caught up in their lust now than he had been at the start. He hadn't believed it then, and thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him as Dirk's huge cock spread Faith's small cunt to the very limit and inched up into her slowly until his wrinkled scrotum nestled snugly into the warm crack of her innocent young ass. But there was no doubt in his mind now. Faith had more meat in her tunnel than he, himself, would ever be able to give her. And she loved it! Goddamn her! She loved it! She was going out of her head with lust and chanting vile obscenities into Dirk's ear as she clawed his back and threw her pussy up to gobble his donkey-like cock again and again.<br /><br />A hoarse, unintelligible curse burst from his throat. He grabbed Faith's wrists and flung her arms to the sides, away from Dirk's red-streaked back.<br /><br />Faith looked up glassily at him. Saliva trickled down her cheek. Her lips were puffy and trembling. Sweat beaded her forehead and she licked wildly at her teeth and lips. Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips pulled back and bared her teeth. Her arms shot up and clasped Dirk harshly to her again. "Oooh! Ouuu!" She groaned mournfully as the first waves of deep orgasm swept throughout her body. "I'm coming! OH DIRK! DARLING MAN! Come with me ... hurry ... shoot it ... shoot it ... SHOOT IT!!!"<br /><br />The urgent pleas caused Dirk to plunge into the dark, sweet lake of orgasmic waters right along with her. A guttural sound ripped from his throat. The cheeks of his ass dimpled as he ground his pelvis roughly into Faith's, holding the full length of his twitching cock inside her fluttering vagina. His mouth sought hers, found it and closed over her lips. His tongue shot into her mouth. He moaned a muffled moan into her oral cavity as her cheeks hollowed in suction and drew his pink spear out to the limit.<br /><br />Grabbing a mass of Dirk's hair, Boyd jerked his head back. The sound of the broken kiss was a loud, wet slurp. Warmth covered Boyd's backside. A small hand came around him and grasped harshly at his hard dick. Another small hand came around his other side and fingers enclosed his balls. The fingers squeezed down just enough to cause spears of pain to shoot<br />up through his loins.<br /><br />"Leave 'em alone, Boyd. It's too late to stop them now." Lucia's voice was soft, but it was more of an order than a request. Her tone held a threat.<br /><br />"No! Goddamn it! NO!" Boyd shouted. He jerked Dirk's head back roughly, enjoying the painful wail that escaped the older man's tightly stretched throat.<br /><br />"Stop it!"<br /><br />Lucia's voice cut like a knife in his ears. Her fingernails scraped and dug into the shaft of his cock. The sharp pain caused him to cry out and gasp, but still he tugged at Dirk's head in an effort to drag the man from his wife before he went into orgasm and shot his sperm inside her heaving belly. Lucia's slender fingers tightened threateningly around his balls.<br /><br />"Oh-uhgg! No ... No, Lucia!" A dull, sickening pain swept over Boyd as Lucia squeezed down a little harder on his nuts.<br /><br />"Turn Dirk loose or I'll crush them for you!"<br /><br />When Boyd refused to release his grip on her husband's hair, Lucia made good her promise. Smiling inwardly, secretly pleased that Boyd had presented her with the opportunity to exercise her sadistic nature, Lucia suddenly clamped down on his balls with all her might. Boyd disappointed her. She'd hoped to hear him scream out shrilly into the night. But he didn't. Instead, he merely stiffened and heaved a choking gasp.<br /><br />Releasing Dirk's hair, Boyd sank to his knees beside the wildly fucking couple. His hands covered his groin and he rocked back and forth, moaning and whimpering. He heard his wife sobbing out her second orgasm. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered now except the waves of nausea churning through his guts. Hands pushed at his head, forcing his face into the crack of Dirk's warm and sweaty ass. The smell of shit filled his nostrils. Boyd gagged. He fought against vomiting for a moment, then the smell was gone. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of hairy balls jerking rhythmically above a dancing asshole. The coarse sounds of a grunting male orgasm joined Faith's softer sighs. A trickle of come overflowed her cock-filled pussy and collected in her quivering anus.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br />Dirk left his spurting cock buried in Faith to the hilt till the spasms subsided and his balls loosened and hung limp once more. The young wife's moans had diminished to afterglow whimperings when he slowly pulled his limp and glistening organ from her vagina and stood beside the chaise. Boyd was hobbling around in a circle, groaning and still holding his pain-racked nuts.<br /><br />"You shouldn't have been so hard on him, baby," he admonished Lucia. She smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming as she watched the bent-over young husband doing his dance of pain. Dirk went to her and kissed her lips. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Control yourself. Later, honey. When we get the party set up ... then you can have all the fun with him you want. But not now. Be careful, or you'll scare them off."<br /><br />"Her too," Lucia breathed excitedly. "I've got luscious plans for Faith too."<br /><br />"Tell me about it later. Let's calm them down right now or we may blow the whole bit. I'll take care of Boyd. You go sit with Faith and keep her from having an attack of conscience."<br /><br />Lucia nodded and went to the chaise. She sat down beside Faith and smiled sweetly down into her eyes. Palming a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Faith's forehead and gently patting her abdomen at the same time, she asked, "Having a good time, little one?"<br /><br />"Oh, God! I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Lucia. I didn't mean to...I mean...Oh! Oh, I don't know how to say it."<br /><br />"Hush, baby, hush. You don't have to say anything. And for God's sake don't apologize. I'm glad you and Dirk made it so deliciously together."<br /><br />"You're not jealous? You don't hate me?"<br /><br />Lucia bent and planted a motherly kiss on her forehead. "Do I act like I'm jealous? Hell no. I liked it. It gave me a thrill to see you and Dirk balling. He's great, isn't he? Listen, baby, I'll loan him to you any time you want."<br /><br />"Oh, Lucia! Oh no, I couldn't! I just couldn't let it happen again."<br /><br />"Why not? It was good, wasn't it?"<br /><br />"Christ, yes! I can't deny that. Dirk is really all man. He brought out nerves in me that I didn't know I had. Ohhh!"<br /><br />"So? Where's the problem? Dirk goes for you just as much as you go for him."<br /><br />"It's wrong, Lucia. So wicked!"<br /><br />"Bull shit. Anything that turns you on and doesn't hurt anyone else is not wicked."<br /><br />At the mention of "anyone else" Faith's head jerked up and her eyes opened wide, looking around for her husband. She spotted him out by the pool. He was glaring angrily at Dirk and looked as if he might hit him at any minute. "Boyd," she said softly. "It hurt, Boyd."<br /><br />"It didn't hurt him as much as you think. It's a funny thing, Faith, but many men ... how should I say it? Well, he's not as angry as he looks. Take my word for it."<br /><br />"You're wrong, Lucia. He's mad, really mad. I've never seen him so mad about anything!"<br /><br />Chuckling softly, Lucia answered, "He's saving face, baby. That's all it amounts to, believe me."<br /><br />"You think he'll get over it? You think he'll forgive me?"<br /><br />"I guarantee it."<br /><br />"I don't know. I don't know. Look! They're going to fight!"<br /><br />Lucia swung her head around in time to see Boyd shove Dirk backward into the swimming pool. She laughed aloud as his muscular body splashed into the water and Boyd turned to stomp toward them. She got up and moved away from the chaise, giving Boyd a wide berth as she walked to the pool to help Dirk out. "You cooled off now, lover?" she asked, extending her hand and taking his to pull him up from the water.<br /><br />Wiping the hair from his face, Dirk smiled knowingly as he came out of the pool and stood dripping beside her. He took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down harshly into the brown flesh.<br /><br />A shiver shot through Lucia's body. She whimpered. Then she pushed his hand away and hugged Dirk lovingly. "Wait till they leave, darling," she whispered.<br /><br />They stood by the pool, watching as Boyd angrily jerked his wife to her feet and slapped her face. He went to their pile of clothes and threw Faith's dress at her, ordering her to put it on as he slid his legs into his trousers.<br /><br />"What do you think?" asked Lucia, her fingertips lightly teasing at Dirk's lower stomach.<br /><br />"I think they're made to order ... putty for the sculptor's hand to mold at will," Dirk replied with a grin.<br /><br />Tears streamed down Faith's cheeks as she pulled the dress over her head and wiggled into it. She reached behind her to zip it up but had to abandon the project to catch her shoes when Boyd threw them at her one at a time. She had no time to put them on, for Boyd jammed his bare feet into his loafers and came at her angrily with their underthings and stockings in his left hand. With his right hand he gripped her upper arm, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, and dragging her around the side of the house.<br /><br />The gate opened and then slammed shut. Lucia smiled up at Dirk. "Boyd's more of a man than I thought," she said. "Do you think he'll beat her?"<br /><br />"Naw. He may slap her once or twice, but he won't hurt her. I wish we had their bedroom wired for sound. They're going to have the wildest screw they've ever had in a few minutes, and I'd like to hear it."<br /><br />"Come on in the house, sculptor. There's going to be a wild fuck taking place in our bedroom tonight, too," Lucia said, her fingers eagerly enfolding Dirk's reawakening prick.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Heading straight for their bedroom, Boyd dragged Faith through the house without a word. He pulled her cringing form through the doorway and slammed the door shut. Then he swung her roughly and sent her sprawling on the bed. Throwing their underthings on the dresser and knocking her perfume and make-up articles off onto the floor, he hissed, "You pig!<br />Slut! Whore! Bitch!"<br /><br />Faith sat up, cringing in the middle of the bed as Boyd stood glaring hatefully at her. She wanted to admit he was right. The names he called her ... they were true and accurate. She couldn't blame him for the outburst, the angry accusations, for the same words had been running through her own mind. Boyd had only given voice to the way she felt about her insane lapse of self-control. A fresh flood of tears obscured her vision and cascaded down her cheeks. She sobbed aloud and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, Boyd. I'm so sorry," she whimpered through her hands.<br /><br />"Sorry? Sorry? Is that supposed to make it all right? No! Goddamn you, no! You made a fool of me, you little whore! I loved you. I thought you were a good girl. Good girl! Shit, what a fucking laugh! You're nothing but a wanton slut that had me fooled. Boy! Did you have me fooled! You know what? I even believed you were a virgin when we got married. Isn't that a laugh? How'd you do it, bitch? How'd you make the blood come the first time I fucked you? But then, thinking back on it, there wasn't much blood, was there? Just a few drops at the most ... barely stained the sheet, as I recall. What'd you do? Hold your cunt lips together to make it feel so tight? Yeah ... that's what you did. I remember how you put it in for me. You weren't concerned so much with putting it in nice and easy as you were with making me think it was a tight and virginal pussy, weren't you."<br /><br />"No, Boyd. That's not true. I was a virgin ... you know I was. I didn't try to fool you, honey. I've never tried to fool you about anything. Oh, God! No, you mustn't think that."<br /><br />"Shut up! The blood. What'd you do to make yourself bleed? Scratch yourself with those long fingernails? Must have. Had to be that way, because as soon as I got my cock all the way in you it was like you just ... opened up. Yeah! You liked it right from the start. You shouldn't have ... now that I think about it. It should have hurt you the first time. Most girls don't like it for a few months. I read that in a good book. Yeah! It's an ordeal for them at first, sex is. But not you. Goddamn it! Not for you it wasn't! You hunched that pussy right up to me the very first time!"<br /><br />"I loved you, Boyd ... that's why! I wanted it to be good for you. It did hurt me, but I didn't let on because I knew you wanted it to feel good to me too. I acted like it did for your sake, darling...that's all. I swear that's the way it was. You were the first...the only man for me."<br /><br />Boyd glared coldly at her. His voice was sharp and cutting as he spat, "I don't believe I was the first ... not now ... not after what I saw tonight. You lay right there in front of me and let that son-of-a bitch stick his mule cock in you."<br /><br />Anger mounted in Faith until it overcame the humiliation of her lustful abandon on the Leatherman's patio. "Why you self-righteous prick! I saw you and Lucia too, you know! You pervert! She sucked your dick, and don't try to deny that you loved it! Shit yes, you liked it! You let her take it in her mouth while you watched Dirk and me fuck! Why didn't you stop us if you wanted to? I'm your wife, aren't I? All you had to do was grab me by the hand and drag me home. That's all! You could have stopped it before it even got started good. Why didn't you?"<br /><br />"I didn't believe my eyes ... that's why. I thought, 'No. No, it can't be happening. Faith wouldn't let it. She loves me too much to give it to another guy.' Now I know better. You're a damned nympho ... wouldn't surprise me if I came home some night and found you letting a nigger hump you."<br /><br />"Boyd!!! That's enough now!" Faith jumped up and slapped Boyd resoundingly, her fingers leaving red splotches on his pink cheek.<br /><br />Instinctively Boyd reacted by returning her slap. In his frustrated anger he hit her harder than he meant to, and sent her sprawling on her back across the bed once more. Then, grunting like an animal, he bent over her and grabbed at the collar of her dress. One frantic jerk ripped the dress down to her waist. Her bared breasts jiggled as the bed rolled and jerked. Before he realized what he was doing, Boyd heard his wife screaming and pleading with him to stop. He saw what he was doing too late to stop the last blow, and his open palm hit into her soft breast again. The loud slapping noise echoed inside his head and joined her moan of pain.<br /><br />He was hurting her. Under normal circumstances Boyd would have been horrified by his actions, but this was not a normal situation. The sounds of her anguish only incited him to further brutality. He took both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Grinning down at her, he began tightening his hold, watching the astonishment in her lovely face as his fingertips bit deeper and deeper into her brown aureoles.<br /><br />Sharp spears of pain shot out from her breasts, making her whimper all the more. "Don't Boyd! Please stop. You're hurting me, honey. Ohh, you're hurting me."<br /><br />Sneering down at her pain-racked face, Boyd pinched all the harder. "I ought to kill you!" he shouted, his fingertips biting brutally into her nipples and twisting at the same time.<br /><br />"Aargh! aargh! God ... oh God! Hurts ... oh, it hurts!" Faith moaned pitifully. She writhed in agony, but though her hands were free she made no effort to escape. Instead she bore the sharp pain with gasps and groans as Boyd twisted her tender flesh this way and that. She sucked in her breath harshly as he pulled out her nipples and tried to tear them from her body. To her utter amazement, Faith found herself reaching out for Boyd's dick, her fingers clawing frenziedly at his fly in an effort to get it open.<br /><br />The intense pain had changed somehow. It still hurt terribly, but there was something else now added to it. It hurt good!!!! It hurt deliciously good!!! She jerked open Boyd's fly and grasped his hard cock, pulled it from his pants and eagerly worked her hand up and down its pulsating shaft.<br /><br />"You cock-hungry bitch!" Boyd hissed, staring down at her with an obvious mixture of hatred and lust showing in his lace.<br /><br />"Boyd! Oh God, honey ... fuck me!!"<br /><br />"What's the matter? Didn't Leatherman give you enough cock for one night?"<br /><br />"To hell with Dirk ... to hell with everybody. I want you, Boyd ... you! I love you, darling ... love you so much, so much!"<br /><br />A grin spread over Boyd's face as he stood up and undid his pants. After letting his pants fall to the floor and kicking them off to the side, he bent over Faith again and ripped the dress completely open. Palming his stiff organ, Boyd slapped it several times up against his belly, letting it sway as it fell each time. He watched Faith's eyes, saw her licking her lips and heard her panting lust as she stared at his dancing penis.<br /><br />She spread her legs and held out her arms. "Give it to me. Now ... give it to me now! Don't tease me any more, darling. I'm on fire for you ... come to me ... FUCK ME!!!"<br /><br />Coming atop her, Boyd positioned himself between her legs. He brought the head of his organ to her hot, moist cunt and ran it up and down the length of her twitching cleft.<br /><br />"Put it in, honey. Oh God, put it in me before I go out of my mind!"<br /><br />"You like my cock, huh?" Boyd asked, teasing her verbally as he stroked up her pussy again with the head of his cock.<br /><br />"Yes ... oh yes! I love your cock, darling ... love it ... love it!"<br /><br />She tried to reach for his organ and help get it into her vagina, but Boyd slapped her hand away. "Not yet!" he said imperiously. "There's something you've got to do first."<br /><br />With that, he pulled away from her pelvis and crawled spraddle-legged up her body, stopping with his cock in her face as he sat unconcernedly down on her chest and soft breasts.<br /><br />"Boyd? Darling, what in the world?"<br /><br />"Kiss it!"<br /><br />"No, Boyd! Don't make me do that. That's perversion!"<br /><br />"I didn't ask you for a damned lecture. KISS IT!!!"<br /><br />"No, honey ... please, no. It'll make me feel like a whore."<br /><br />"You are a whore," Boyd retorted quickly.<br /><br />Faith shook her head in protest. She meant to tell Boyd that he was wrong. However, she had no chance for words, for both her husband's hands grabbed into her hair and jerked her face toward his genitals. She had no choice but to allow her lips to be drawn to his glans, there to be moved slowly from side to side as he rocked her head painfully back and forth.<br /><br />"Kiss it," he ordered, holding her head still at last, with the weeping eye of his cock part way between her soft lips.<br /><br />Whimpering at the pain in her scalp, her mind reeling at the unspeakable indignity being forced on her by her own husband, Faith timidly pursed her lips and smacked a weak kiss around the tip of his glans. "Again," she heard him bark. As her lips pursed for the second time, she felt his cock slip through them and poke at her teeth. His musky-tasting glans pressed harder and he held her hair in trembling hands. "Open your mouth, Faith," his voice said, as if from afar.<br /><br />It was no use fighting against it. He only pulled her hair all the more and kept her lips over his glans. Finally she did as he wanted and opened her teeth to let his organ slip into her mouth. His flavor was strong on her sensitive tongue. She'd expected to feel revolted with a<br />mouthful of male organ. All her life she'd heard how perverted and dirty it was to let a boy put his penis in your mouth. Maybe it is perverted, she thought hazily, and maybe it's dirty too. But it's something else--it's thrilling as all hell! The urge to resist further drained from her body suddenly, leaving her weak and trembling with lust. She stroked her palms up Boyd's legs and cupped his ass firmly, her hands pulling him toward her, getting his cock deeper into her mouth. Deeper and deeper, until her lips felt the coarse hair of his pubic mound and the head of his rod hit into the soft membrane at the back of her<br />throat.<br /><br />"That's it, baby ... suck it ... suck it good!"<br /><br />Boyd's raspy encouragement whipped her lust to a higher peak. Her tongue licked eagerly at the big, sensitive vein along the bottom of his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed in harsh suction around his rod. Her fingernails dug excitedly into the quivering cheeks of his buttocks and held him in place as she pushed her head forward and strained for more. The fatty tissue of his pubic mound gave a little under the pressure of her wide-open teeth and swollen lips. The head of his cock jabbed into the back of her throat and tried in vain to negotiate the downward bend and fill her swallowing throat as well as her sucking mouth.<br /><br />"Oh, baby ... God, baby ... Oh God!" Boyd's eyes were wide open, staring down at the lustful expression on Faith's face. It was too erotic to bear. His balls drew-up tight against his body in readiness for orgasm. His glans twitched and began a rhythmical throbbing. It was too soon ... too soon. Suddenly he backed away from her and jerked his almost-out-of-control penis from her harshly sucking oral cavity.<br /><br />A loud slurping noise filled the room as Faith unexpectedly lost her mouthful of blood-engorged meat. She groaned in protest and licked at her lips, her eyes coming open to stare hungrily at her husband's spit-slick prick. "Give it back, Boyd! Let me suck it. I want to,<br />darling, I want to! Let me suck it all the way ... come in my mouth ... Yes! Oh, do come in my mouth!"<br /><br />But that was not what Boyd had in mind. To force his newly unfaithful wife to take his dick in her mouth and suck on it was not meant to give her pleasure. No. He'd only done it to humiliate her, to treat her like the whore she'd proved herself that very night to be. It had surprised him as much as Faith when suddenly it was no longer a game of put-down, but turned instead to a lewd new pleasure for them both. "Pig!" he shouted, as much in anger at himself for enjoying it as a verbal slap at his violently sexed-up wife. He slapped her viciously across the face and recoiled when her moan of pleasure rather than pain fell in his ears.<br /><br />His mind reeling in frustration, Boyd got up and stood beside the bed. Faith moaned mournfully and held out her arms to him. Her legs opened invitingly. Her pelvis heaved with urgent desire, raising her smooth buttocks up off the mattress and moving in little hunching, circular motions.<br /><br />"Fuck me ... Please, darling, I need you ... I need you ..."<br /><br />The hair surrounding her cunt was wet with sweat and sex juices, plastered to her skin in tight little curls. Her outer lips were standing wide open, blood engorged and swollen with raw lust. Her inner lips also protruded outward, and were colored a fiery red in testimony<br />to her agitated state of sexual need. Resembling a small penis in full erection, her clitoris had left the protection of its hood and stood out boldly at the top of her elliptical opening.<br /><br />The sight was even more frustrating to Boyd. He stood gawking down at the wild woman his wife had become. His penis throbbed eagerly as his eyes took in the condition of Faith's cock-hungry pussy. He had never seen it in quite this condition. And there was something else he saw, something that both thrilled and repelled him. The something else was not a natural part of Faith's sexual excitement, nor any other female, for that matter. It was white and sticky-looking. The inch of skin between her cunt and asshole was covered with it. In her asshole itself was a small pool of the white fluid that almost obscured the anus-brown color.<br /><br />"Hurry, darling, hurry," Faith murmured. She clamped down the muscles of her vagina as if caressing an imaginary penis within it. The motion sent a blob of Dirk's deeply planted come rushing down her tunnel.<br /><br />Unable to tear his gaze from her cunt, Boyd saw the mass of his wife's adulterous lover's come slide obscenely out of her vagina. It stopped just inside her crimson-red inner lips and jiggled there momentarily, then oozed out and pooled in the widespread opening of her young pussy. The sight drew him like a magnet. As if hypnotized, Boyd bent over his wife and brought his face closer to her steaming slit. Her inner muscles relaxed and the pool of Dirk's come was slurped back up inside her belly.<br /><br />With an alien groan ripping from his throat, Boyd put both his hands on her lower abdomen and pressed down. The come again appeared at the end of her vagina. He pressed harder, trying to see it come out the rest of the way and lie in her open cunt-lips like it did before. It refused to leave the warm comfort of her vagina.<br /><br />Faith could feel her husband's hot breath as it bathed her vulva. One hand now pressed at her stomach while the fingers of another probed through her sensitive inner lips and played maddenly just inside the tube of her vagina. "Boyd! Boyd? Boyd ... what are you doing, honey?"<br /><br />An animal-like grunt was his only answer for perhaps twenty seconds or more. Then her buttocks were hoisted up suddenly and Boyd was kneeling between her legs, bringing his face up awfully close to her crotch and pushing her thighs up and wider apart.<br /><br />"Honey? Boyd?"<br /><br />His voice was unrecognizable, a raspy exhalation of breath. "Squeeze down again ... like you had a cock up you!"<br /><br />Obediently she again caressed an imaginary penis and held the walls of her vagina clamped tightly together. She felt Boyd tremble violently as his fingers gripped harshly into the soft flesh of her elevated thighs. She raised her head and looked down into his face. A gasp of astonishment escaped her open mouth at the sight of his tortured facial expression. His eyes were wide and glassy. His mouth hung open and saliva drooled down his chin. His lips twitched spasmodically out of control.<br /><br />"Honey ... No, Boyd ... NO!! OH, NOO!!!"<br /><br />But it was too late, and if he heard her protestations, Boyd gave no sign of heeding her pleas. With a pitiful little whimper he dropped his face to her genitals and claimed her cunt with his mouth. Faith was dumfounded by his action. Never had he given any inkling of a desire to kiss her there ... never. Why now? She was in such a mess after Dirk had finished with her.<br /><br />"Oh God ... Let me up, Boyd. I'll go douche it out for you, honey. Then you can suck me, but not now."<br /><br />Still Boyd paid her no mind. His hands went under her ass and cupped her tightly to his face. His lips tightened over her cunt in harsh suction and his tongue shot up into her and licked ... licked and licked and licked, until she thought she'd go out of her mind from the sheer pleasure of it.<br /><br />With a last burst of decency, she pushed his face away and looked down pleadingly into his lust-gazed eyes. He gulped and smacked his puffy lips. A trickle of Dirk's fluid lay in a ragged, white mustache on his upper lip. She watched, more fascinated than horrified now, as he licked it off and took it into his mouth.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br /><br />No one stirred in either the Leatherman or Dunston houses. Both couples slept until the sun was high up in the sky. It was the usual Sunday routine for Lucia and Dirk Leatherman. Both had dropped all pretenses of a religious belief while in college, many years past. Lucia considered herself an agnostic; Dirk never bothered to try and classify himself.<br /><br />On most Sundays Boyd and Faith got up in time to attend both Sunday school and church services. Not that they were devoutly religious. It was merely the easiest way to get along, since the church they normally attended was pastored by Faith's father. It was a small church, a fundamentalist sect, and Faith's father shouted his sermons from the pulpit in the best tradition of a vanishing style of hell-fire oratory that sometimes made the hair on the back of Boyd's neck stand up in fright.<br /><br />That Sunday Boyd awoke slowly. He glanced sleepily over at the clock on the bedside table. He groaned aloud. Sunday school was over and the church service was more than ten minutes underway. There'd be hell to pay at supper. Though Faith's mother was a wonderful cook, no one would enjoy the meal. Her father would see to that, as he always did when they failed to show up for Sunday morning worship. A private sermon was in order, and though he'd heard it enough times to memorize it word for word, it still left him feeling like the worst of sinners for not caring sufficiently for Faith to look after her soul by making sure that she was in a front pew when her father delivered his message of the week to the small flock.<br /><br />Reaching for a cigarette, Boyd wondered why they'd forgotten to set the alarm. He had the cigarette in his mouth and lit before he was awake enough to remember anything of last night's activities. His hand trembling slightly, he shook out the match and sucked a deep pull of smoke down into his lungs. The dead match fell into the ash tray with a tiny tinkle. He exhaled with a sigh, turning to look at Faith.<br /><br />A sleeping angel. That's what she reminded him of. Her appearance of this morning was no different than on any other morning. The features of her lovely face were calm and serene. A radiant innocence seemed to emanate from her.<br /><br />Could it have been a dream? Grotesque mental images of his pure wife lost in lustful abandon with Dirk Leatherman flitting careeningly across Boyd's mind. It had seemed so real, so painful. Had he only dreamt it? But wait--what about the shameful way he and Faith had ripped at each other after they got home?<br /><br />Boyd ran one hand under himself and felt his back. He winced in pain at the swollen welts left by Faith's long fingernails. The final climax of their private orgy had brought out a purely animal part of his wife that Boyd had never before suspected. She'd clawed viciously at his back and yelled at the top of her lungs for him to come with her. After he had, they'd rolled apart and fell immediately into a deep sleep.<br /><br />Sometime during the night Faith had managed to pull the cover up over her nude body. Boyd now eased it back gently. The sight of her full breasts rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep brought a stifled gasp. They were covered with bruises where his fingers had slapped so roughly.<br /><br />No. It was not a dream. Faith was no longer the innocent young bride. She was now an adulteress, having taken her lover right in front of her own husband's eyes.<br /><br />That was bad enough. The full knowledge of the situation made Boyd cringe. Faith's whorelike action was unthinkable, almost unbelievable. Recalling how his wife so passionately responded to Dirk made Boyd's cheeks flush in anger.<br /><br />But there was something else, something that was much worse, to Boyd's way of thinking. He'd felt it last night, while he sat watching Dirk insert his big cock into Faith. The sight had brought out two emotions from the very depths of his being. The two emotions had fought with each other, had held him seated and helpless as Dirk took his place between Faith's opened legs.<br /><br />The lewd mental picture of Dirk's big dick entering Faith's sweet pussy passed now before his eyes. It called forth the same two emotions, and once again he was trembling excitedly. Almost in one swift leap his prick jerked up stiff and throbbing. Boyd took it in his hand and<br />squeezed. He closed his eyes.<br /><br />Once again Faith writhed ecstatically under Dirk. Her whimpering moans of fulfillment echoed inside Boyd's head. Hairy nuts jerked spasmodically above a dancing female asshole. A young pussy completely filled with huge, spurting cock could not contain the massive load of sperm being shot forcefully into its depths. Sperm, white and slick, oozed out around the tautly stretched cunt lips and trickled into a pool in Faith's anus. Boyd groaned as he felt a wave of pleasure pass through his loins. Gritting his teeth at the intense orgasm, he let the come squirt from his tightly held organ and fall in warm, wet jets onto his naked stomach.<br /><br />Shamefacedly, Boyd rose and went into the bathroom for his shower.<br /><br />Faith had not moved when he came out several minutes later. He stood over her, looking down into her sleeping face as he tied the sash of his robe. Wincing again at the bruises on her lovely breasts, Boyd pulled the covers back up to her shoulders. After kissing her tenderly on the forehead, Boyd went to get the paper from the yard.<br /><br />In the kitchen he put on the coffee, then sat down to read the paper while it perked. He intended to prepare breakfast and serve it to Faith in bed. It was the least he could do after mistreating her so last night. She was no more to blame for what had happened at the Leathermans' than he was. He resolved never to throw it up to her. He would not even mention it, he decided.<br /><br />Faith awoke to find Boyd already out of bed. She looked at the clock an found that it was nearly noon. They'd missed both Sunday school and church. She groaned. Now she would experience the anger of two men, her husband's for what had happened the previous night and her father's for missing services.<br /><br />Reluctant to get up and face the day ahead, Faith lay back in bed. She was trying to figure out what kind of defense would be best when Boyd confronted her, when she heard his footsteps coming toward the bedroom. As yet unprepared for the attack she knew was coming, Faith closed her eyes and feigned sleep. To her astonishment, the attack never came. Instead, Boyd bent lovingly over her and kissed her lightly on the nose, then tiptoed from the room without saying a word.<br /><br />"Boyd?" Her puzzled voice stopped him in the bedroom doorway. She studied his face. There was no anger or hatred in his expression. He was smiling embarrassedly at her, like a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Why didn't you wake me up, honey?"<br /><br />"Ah, I forgot to set the alarm. When I woke up it was already too late for church."<br /><br />If he's not going to mention it, I'm certainly not, Faith decided. She forced a weak smile. "You must be starved. Want me to fix breakfast now?"<br /><br />"No!" he said hurriedly. "No. You just stay right there. I've got coffee ready and bacon in the pan. I'll make breakfast and bring it in here to you. Want some coffee now?"<br /><br />Faith's eyes popped wide open. She couldn't believe her ears but dared not ask him to repeat it. She nodded her head and mumbled that that would be very nice, very thoughtful of him, then watched him smile broadly and hurry off to the kitchen.<br /><br />Breathing a sigh of relief, she lay back and pondered the craziness of the situation. She could hear him out on the kitchen, opening and closing the refrigerator, rattling a coffee cup.<br /><br />A moment later he came walking carefully into the bedroom, a cup of steaming coffee clattering softly on the saucer in his hand. Smiling nervously, he approached the bed and cleared a place on the nightstand to put the coffee. He straightened and stood beside the bed, pushing her ruined dress under it with his foot.<br /><br />"Thank you, darling," Faith murmured as she sat up and reached for the coffee. She sipped at it, looking up into his eyes and trying to smile as if nothing was wrong. But her smile was weak, unconvincing.<br /><br />"Hope I didn't get too much cream in it for you," Boyd said.<br /><br />"No." Faith returned quickly. "It's fine ... just the way I like it." She took another sip, as if to prove that it pleased her. When she looked back up, she saw Boyd staring at her breasts. She looked down at them and saw the bruises for the first time. Automatically she gasped<br />and reached up to touch the livid splotches.<br /><br />A pained expression swept over Boyd's face. He took the cup from her hand and put it back on the nightstand, then knelt quickly beside the bed and began kissing the ugly streaks on her breasts. "I'm sorry I hurt you."<br /><br />Faith stroked her fingers through his hair, letting him go on with his soothing kisses until he began to sob. The sound of her husband crying confused her all the more. She took his head between her hands and pushed him away. Tears formed in her own eyes as she searched his<br />pain-racked face. "It's all right, honey. I had it coming ... oh God, Boyd! We've got to talk about it, honey. Last night ... it was all so crazy and mixed up. I don't know what came over me ... or you. What happened to us, Boyd? Why did we act that way?"<br /><br />"I don't want to talk about it, Faith. It's in the past. Ignore it. Forget the past."<br /><br />"Oh, Boyd ... that won't help. We can't just ignore it. That won't make it go away, darling. I'm ashamed of how I acted. Let's talk about it honey. I need to. Maybe if we could talk it out and understand why we did it. Maybe that would help us get over it."<br /><br />"Just forget it, darling. I forgive you for what happened at the Leathermans. Can you forgive me what happened after?"<br /><br />"Oh yes, Boyd ... yes, darling. I forgive you," she moaned, hugging his face once again to her sore breasts. "I forgive you. It isn't that. It's myself. I feel so ashamed for what I did. So ashamed ... and I don't even understand why. I don't love Dirk. You're the only man I love. I<br />don't understand what came over me. I can't forgive myself. I feel so cheap ... so guilty. I betrayed you, Boyd."<br /><br />Boyd drew away from her and held her shoulders. "Look, Faith," he said softly. "It's best to just forget about it ... to go on living and act like it never happened. I don't want to think about it any more ... okay?"<br /><br />Though reluctant to drop the matter without some answer which would partly assuage her guilty conscience, Faith nodded her head. "All right, Boyd. If that's the way you want it. Shall I fix breakfast now?"<br /><br />A certain smile of triumph and satisfaction always came over Boyd's face when he watched a customer sign a new sizable insurance policy. He could not explain his feelings at those times. It was a subconscious feeling, a knowledge that things were going the way he wanted them to, that he would benefit in the future as well as at the moment of the sale. He smiled that same smile now, at Faith.<br /><br />Partly drawing Faith to him and partly bending toward her, he kissed her lips firmly but tenderly, as if sealing a bargain. "No, sweet baby. I'll fix breakfast for you. I want to. Now you just relax and drink your coffee. How many eggs do you want?"<br /><br />"Just one," she said contentedly. "Over easy." Then she lay back and watched Boyd leave for the kitchen again. She sipped at the coffee.<br /><br />It was nice. Boyd was right to insist they forget about it. She felt an extra warmth in her breast at the sound of cracking egg shells, an almost overflowing of love for Boyd.<br /><br />But something puzzled her, didn't seem to fit. Boyd's smile? It was such a strange smile, such a knowing smile. He'd never smiled at her quite like that before, yet she had seen it. That first night she met him. He'd smiled exactly that way when her father signed the papers of the insurance policy Boyd had come to sell him. Could that mean anything, she wondered?<br /><br />Reproaching herself for being so suspicious, for wanting to analyze everything until it made sense, she took another swallow of coffee. The coffee seemed to stick in her throat and form a lump. Some of the warm liquid went down her windpipe, causing her to cough and sputter. That it might be a bad omen flashed across her mind. She shook her head and laughed. That's silly, she thought. But still it bothered her.<br /><br />What had Lucia said about Boyd last night? She couldn't recall the older woman's words. The words were not so important anyway. It was the way Lucia'd said it. Faith had felt that Lucia was in reality telling her much more than her few words had conveyed.<br /><br />"Quit it, Faith!" she said aloud, to herself. "Cud chewing is for cows, not people."<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Monday morning. A beautiful day. The radio blared triumphantly in the laundry room. Faith hummed happily along with the voice coming from the radio. She pulled a load of freshly washed clothes from the washer. In time to the beat of the music, she dropped the still steaming clothes into a plastic basket. At last her probing hand found nothing. She peered down into the washer and saw one of Boyd's socks sticking to the side. Pulling it loose, she stepped over to the last load of dirty clothes. She rolled the damp sock between her hands until it was a warm ball, then pitched it basketball fashion on top of the clean clothes in<br />the basket.<br /><br />"You're the one I've been looking for," she accused, bending over to scoop up a double armload of the final pile of wash.<br /><br />She dropped the last load into the washer, retrieved the three pieces still on the floor, basketballed them into the washer also, and set the dials on the machine. She added detergent and stood watching until the machine seemed capable of finishing without her.<br /><br />Hoisting and hipping the basket of wet clothes, Faith went out the back door and across the yard to the already partly full clothesline at the rear of their lot. Still singing gaily, she hung the clothes one piece at a time to dry under the hot Alabama sun.<br /><br />The world was a wonderful place to live. Faith felt it in every nerve of her being. Boyd had been so considerate of her, so loving and tender. Like a queen--that's how he'd made her feel. Breakfast in bed, then taking her part when Dad gave her a bad time at supper. And last night--wow! The way Boyd had made love to her so passionately, so long and drawn out! On the couch in the den, ignoring his favorite TV programs and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm before he would allow himself any pleasure at all. Lazing about in love's afterglow, they had never felt closer.<br /><br />It was the same this morning. She'd made breakfast and it was eaten at the table, but the closeness was still between them, the feeling of oneness, of fusion one with the other. It was like their honeymoon all over again, only better. The memory of Dirk and Saturday night was like a long-ago nightmare, pushed so far back in her mind that it had a feeling of unreality about it. It was as though it had never actually happened.<br /><br />Faith was hanging the last piece of wash when she felt eyes on her back. She put the last clothespin in place before turning toward the woman opening her gate. It was Lucia. A sense of apprehension flooded over Faith. She didn't want to see Lucia, wouldn't know what to say to her under the circumstances. For an uncomfortable moment she considered fleeing out the back gate and running down the alley.<br /><br />Then it was too late. Lucia called a friendly hello and waved as she came toward her. Hesitantly Faith returned the smile. She picked up her empty basket and went toward the house. They met midway in the back yard. Embarrassedly, Faith invited Lucia in for coffee.<br /><br />Not a word about Saturday night. Lucia rattled on and on about one thing after another, never once mentioning the degrading scene that ended the patio barbecue. It was disarming to Faith. Lucia acted so natural, so friendly, as if nothing at all had happened.<br /><br />When the coffee cups became empty, Lucia took them over to the pot and refilled them, chatting all the while about the week-long mission that Dirk and his flight crew had left on from the Air Force base that morning. Lucia admitted that she envied Dirk and his career. It wasn't that she minded him being away from home when he had to fly. Not at all. She was jealous, she confided. Secretly she longed to be a pilot, a colonel like Dirk. He got all the fun--going to so many different places, ordering those men under him about, feeling the awesome power of those monstrous jet engines and knowing that he controlled such a force<br />completely, had it right at his fingertips.<br /><br />An intense expression came over Lucia's face as she talked about the power of the big bomber that Dirk flew. She saw it as an extension of her husband himself, and readily admitted that she would gladly change places with him, if it were only possible.<br /><br />The look in Lucia's eyes unnerved Faith. She awkwardly and abruptly switched the conversation to another subject, a more feminine topic. Occasionally she thought of bringing up Saturday night. She wanted to talk about it, yet she didn't want to. Things were going so smoothly. Lucia seemed not to remember it. Boyd had told her to forget it, and gave every indication that he had forgotten it himself. Yet it troubled Faith. Seeing Lucia had brought it back into her mind.<br /><br />After awhile Lucia stood up and announced that she had to go out to the commissary. She invited Faith along. After Lucia told her how much cheaper groceries and cigarettes were at the base, Faith gladly accepted. It was a chance to save money, and Faith prided herself on her thrifty nature. Had she known that it was illegal for a civilian to shop at a military commissary, she would not have gone. In her naiveness, however, Faith quickly changed out of her housedress and wrote a quick note for Boyd in case he should come home unexpectedly for lunch, then tucked her purse under her arm and went with Lucia.<br /><br />The air policeman at the base gate snapped to attention when he saw Lucia's red Volkswagen coming at him. He motioned the car on through the gate without stopping them, then brought his hand up in a salute as they came nearer. As he recognized Lucia, he smiled broadly and winked, still holding the salute. Smiling back at the tall, handsome airman, Lucia<br />threw him a kiss as the car swept past and into the base.<br /><br />"They sure are friendly," commented Faith.<br /><br />"They aren't all that friendly," Lucia chuckled. "That one's a doll, though."<br /><br />"He is good-looking. Is he a friend of yours and Dirks?"<br /><br />"Just mine. Dirk doesn't know him."<br /><br />"Oh."<br /><br />"No, no, baby. Not like that. He teaches karate to a group of us wives one afternoon a week."<br /><br />"Oh," Faith said again, relief telling in her voice this time.<br /><br />Lucia drove slower now that they were on the base. Finally she pulled into a parking lot and nosed the bug into a slot. "Come on," she said, getting out of the car.<br /><br />As soon as they were inside the building, Faith knew it couldn't be the commissary. It was dark and music was playing on a jukebox. It was a cocktail lounge!<br /><br />"What's the matter, baby?"<br /><br />"I shouldn't be here. Boyd wouldn't like it."<br /><br />"You can have a soda if you'd rather, but I can't face the commissary without a good belt," Lucia chuckled. "Come on, now. Quit your worrying and let's sit down. All the girls stop here before fighting the mob."<br /><br />Though Faith did notice several tables with two or three women smoking and talking as they sipped at drinks, it looked as if Lucia somewhat exaggerated the point by saying that all did. Feeling slightly wicked, and as conspicuous as a sore thumb, she followed Lucia to a corner table and took a seat that permitted her a view of the room.<br /><br />The waiter came over and Lucia ordered a margarita. "What do you want, honey?"<br /><br />"The same as you," Faith told her, surprised at her own words. She didn't even know what a margarita was. Her answer just popped out as if her tongue couldn't bother to wait until her mind decided.<br /><br />The drink was good. A little salty but very tasty. Halfway down the glass Faith watched Lucia fire up a smoke. She noticed a man sitting at the bar, watching them. It made Faith uneasy. He was a Negro. She mentioned it to Lucia and pointed him out.<br /><br />To Faith's utter amazement Lucia smiled broadly and waved at the man, then motioned for him to join their table. "Thanks for telling me, honey. That's Buck. He's a pilot in Dirk's squadron."<br /><br />The Negro officer brought his drink and came to the table. He was so tall that Faith had to lean back her head to see his face as Lucia introduced them. God, he's handsome, she thought, nigger or not. He wore a thin, well-trimmed mustache and had the fullest, softest-looking lips she'd ever seen. She watched the lips pull into a smile, baring the whitest of white teeth.<br /><br />"Hi," he said, extending his hand toward Faith.<br /><br />No Please to meet you, Mrs. Dunston, or anything like that, just a grinning "Hi". Without realizing what she was doing, Faith grinned back and said, "Hi," putting her small white hand out and watching it disappear as brown skin engulfed and pumped it a couple of times. Then<br />he was saying, "Glad to know you," and Faith had her hand back again. She watched in fascination as the brown face leaned over Lucia and kissed her a friendly peck on the mouth. There was a tingling in her lips to match the one in her hand as Faith watched the man sit down directly across the table from her.<br /><br />"What the hell are you doing here, Buck?" asked Lucia. "Aren't you supposed to be flying the mission with the rest of the boys?"<br /><br />It was as if Lucia'd slapped him in the face. His brilliant smile vanished instantly. A beaten, hangdog expression replaced it. "Didn't Dirk tell you?"<br /><br />Sensing that something was drastically wrong, Lucia put her hand soothingly on top of his. "Tell me what, baby? Is anything wrong?"<br /><br />"I've been permanently grounded," he said dumbly, as if he still could not believe it himself.<br /><br />"Oh no!" Lucia wailed. "That's terrible!"<br /><br />"For me it is. A desk jockey at thirty-two. Shit! There ain't no justice," he snapped. Then he looked at Faith apologetically. "Pardon my French, please."<br /><br />"It's all right, baby," Lucia soothed. "It's all right. Say it again if you want to. I know how you loved flying."<br /><br />He nodded.<br /><br />"Can't you appeal it? I mean, are you sure it's permanent?"<br /><br />He shook his head. "Flight surgeon's orders," he explained. "Reflexes aren't fast enough any more."<br /><br />Lucia got to her feet and held out her hand, singing down at the saddened brown face. "Dance with me. That always livens you up, and usually puts a smile on your face."<br /><br />Buck forced a smile. He took her hand and got up, saying, "What about your husband, lady? Won't he be jealous?"<br /><br />Lucia winked at him and grinned, then put her arm around his waist and they went to the jukebox.<br /><br />They bugalooed the first dance. Watching Buck go through the motions expertly and with such ease made Faith wonder how his reflexes could possibly be any better than they were. He really knew how to dance! The next song was slower, and Lucia glided in close to Buck. She put her head on his shoulder and her arms about his body as if they were the only two people in the place. She brought her mouth up to his ear and whispered.<br /><br />Faith wondered what was said. Buck glanced over her way and whispered back to Lucia, then they came walking hand in hand back to the table.<br /><br />"Up, girl," Lucia ordered. "Do your patriotic duty and dance with the major."<br /><br />Getting to her feet, Faith wondered if she ought to dance with him. She wanted to. Boyd was such a terrible dancer, and she did love it so. Then he was smiling, taking her hand and leading her away from the table. The next thing she knew she was in his arms and they were moving about the floor. There was something about Buck, something that made her Alabama<br />mind forget that he was black and she was white.<br /><br />It felt so natural to be dancing with him. He was a good dancer, very smooth. His hand caressed the small of her back, drawing her body closer to his. Her breasts came in contact with his chest. Allowing them to flatten against him, she put her head on his shoulder and watched the brown skin of his neck and his ear. Both his hands were on her now, below the small of her back, resting on the upper slopes of her buttocks.<br /><br />A wave of dizziness swept over Faith. The drink? She giggled and let Buck pull her belly up tight against his. Then she felt it. There was nothing wrong with his reflexes in the sex department! He was getting a hard-on! She could feel it growing bigger and harder against her soft stomach. She fought back a whimper. She wanted to pull away from contact with him but could not force herself to do it!<br /><br />Mercifully the music stopped and he stepped away from her, quickly taking her hand and leading her back to the table. He thanked her, told Lucia he had to go, picked up his hat, and left.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br /><br />A sense of foreboding clutched unrelentingly at Faith's guts. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the hairbrush and stepped in front of the full-length mirror in her and Boyd's bedroom. It showed in her face, too. She should be happy, smiling. They were going to a party. Instead, the face looking back at her from the mirror appeared tense and drawn. She forced herself to smile and began brushing her hair.<br /><br />The sound of spraying water stopped abruptly. Boyd stepped out of the shower, still humming happily, and reached for a towel. Vigorously he began drying the water from his body. Faith shook her head in wonder. How could Boyd feel that way? She hadn't wanted to accept Lucia's invitation herself, and had been sure that Boyd would flatly refuse to go to their party. She'd put off mentioning it to him until this morning, even though Lucia had first asked them to come after they got back from the commissary on Monday.<br /><br />At the time, she'd told her no. Lucia hadn't argued, and simply changed the subject and went on talking. The next day she'd asked again. Again the answer was a simple no. Lucia hadn't pressed it. The same thing happened on Wednesday. Faith again politely refused on Thursday. This time Lucia wanted to know why. Faith told her.<br /><br />"Boyd won't come," she'd said unwillingly, sure that Lucia'd want to discuss the sordid details that she herself would sooner leave unspoken. But Lucia'd merely smiled knowingly as she got out a cigarette and lit it. Then she exhaled thoughtfully and looked her right in the eye. "How do you know until you ask him, Faith?"<br /><br />It was up to Faith then. She could either explain her reasoning to Lucia, that Boyd would never consent to a continued friendship with Dirk after what had happened, or she could save herself the embarrassment of such a personal conversation and tell Lucia that she would ask Boyd. She agreed to ask Boyd if he wanted to attend the party.<br /><br />Working up the courage to ask him was a difficult thing for Faith to do. Her husband appeared to have forgotten the shameful fact of her adultery. He was treating her better than he had since the honeymoon. Bringing the painful memory back into his consciousness would probably rock the boat quite violently.<br /><br />Much content with things as they were, Faith avoided the question all Thursday night. She fretted over it all day Friday, finally deciding to mention it to Boyd very casually while they watched TV that night. Her courage failed her. At breakfast on Saturday the invitation still<br />remained unknown to Boyd. It could wait no longer; the party was that night.<br /><br />Faith drank her coffee and fidgeted until Boyd's cup was less than half full. Not wanting to see Boyd's face when she told him of the invitation, Faith took both cups over to the percolator. With her back to him, she fought to keep her voice nonchalant and told him they were invited to a party at the Leathermans'. The instant and angry no that she expected never sounded.<br /><br />In fact, there was an awkward pause of several seconds before Boyd replied. When he did, it was to inquire if the party was to be another foursome or if others would also be present.<br /><br />Four couples in all would be there, Faith told him, her hand trembling as she poured their cups full of coffee. No, she said in answer to his next question, she had nothing else planned. She was halfway back to the table when he gaily remarked that it sounded like a great idea and told her to accept. Faith had damned near dropped both cups of coffee right<br />there on the floor.<br /><br />Freshly showered and shaved, his hair combed and ready to get dressed, Boyd came naked out of the bathroom. Faith was sitting on the side of the bed, her dress hiked up and one bare foot perched on the edge of the mattress. Four toenails boasted a still-wet coat of sexy pink polish. She dipped the small brush back into the bottle to carry polish to the nail of her big toe.<br /><br />Boyd went over and took the brush from her fingers. "Let me finish that for you," he offered, kneeling and beginning to paint on the polish before she could object.<br /><br />His fingers teased ticklingly at the sloping arch of her instep. "Don't, Boyd, don't," she laughed. "Let me do it. You're going to mess it up."<br /><br />Grinning up at her, he took a firmer hold of her foot and said, "I'll do it right, honey."<br /><br />And he did. Nimbly he applied a pink coating to her toenail, biting his tongue in concentration all the while he guided the tiny brush. When the nail was covered, he backed away and turned her foot to admire his handiwork. "Good job, huh?"<br /><br />After examining the results critically, she smiled back at him. "Yes, Rembrandt. It's a good job. Now give me the brush and get dressed while I do my other foot."<br /><br />"I'll do it for you," he said seriously, putting her foot on the floor and raising the other. He placed the sole of her foot on his bare thigh and reached out to get more polish on the brush.<br /><br />"But why? You've never offered to do my nails before."<br /><br />"I dunno ... just felt like it tonight."<br /><br />"But I feel so silly with you kneeling there and painting my toenails. Don't you?"<br /><br />"No. I don't see anything wrong with it," he returned, finishing the nail of her little toe and dipping back into the bottle for a new supply of polish. "Oh, I don't mean that anything is wrong with it. In fact, I kind of like it."<br /><br />A nervous little smile played at Boyd's mouth. "Make you feel good?"<br /><br />"Yeah, as a matter of fact ... it does. Makes me feel rich ... served. Be careful now. Don't smear it."<br /><br />"Yes ma'am."<br /><br />The apprehension Faith had felt vanished. She felt in a teasing, playful mood. It was nice! She lay back luxuriously on the bed and sighed. "Tell you what, boy. Do a good job on my little piggies and I'll let you take over the job permanently."<br /><br />She lay still, smiling contentedly as her husband painted the rest of her toenails. He took the bottle from her hand and capped it. Though her eyes were closed, she knew by the sound when Boyd put the bottle on the nightstand. She thought it rather strange when he picked up her foot.<br /><br />Then she felt his lips--on the sole of her foot! It was a long kiss, full of emotion! His lips were hot, passionate!!!<br /><br />"Boyd? Honey! What are you doing?"<br /><br />He had a sheepish look on his face when Faith sat up, which only puzzled her all the more.<br /><br />"There," he said, putting her foot down onto the floor. "All done."<br /><br />He kept kneeling there, holding her foot and looking up at her questioning face. It embarrassed her. "You'd better get dressed," she admonished.<br /><br />"Yeah. Guess so," he mumbled, reluctantly turning loose of her foot.<br /><br />He stood quickly and turned away from her to go over and get his shorts from the dresser. But he hadn't turned quickly enough to hide from Faith the cause of his sudden movement. Boyd had a hard-on--painting her toenails had turned him on!!!<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Neither Faith nor Boyd were prepared for the sight which greeted them as the Leathermans' front door swung open. A lovely mulatto woman flashed them a warm smile. The fact that a Negress opened the door for them was in itself not unusual. Many of the more affluent citizens of Montgomery had maids. But this girl was obviously not a domestic servant. Girls as pretty as she could find far better jobs than the demeaning and small-paying position of maid. Besides, the Leathermans had no maid.<br /><br />And this girl, even if they had hired a part-time maid just for the party, could not possibly be hired help. She was out of uniform--damned far out of uniform! The honey-brown face broke into an even wider smile at the Dunstons' mixed reactions. Both their mouths dropped open as they fought a losing battle and let their gazes fall to take in the exotic costume the Negress wore.<br /><br />She was completely nude down to her small waist. Magnificent breasts stared back at them boldly, then seemed to mock the shocked expressions on their faces as the girl tried in vain to stifle a chuckle and could not keep the feminine globes from jiggling. A flowered sarong was draped about her full, womanly hips, with one side higher than the other. The slope of the garment's top cut just below a delicately indented belly button. Her mirth caused the dark navel to jerk slightly back and forth. It seemed to be winking at them.<br /><br />Sarong doesn't adequately describe the girl's flimsy covering. Mini sarong would give a better picture. Its bottom hem came down almost halfway to her knees but an inverted V was cut in the front, its point stopping just barely below her pussy. Below the scanty costume two shapely, tan legs tapered to the floor and turned into dainty bare feet with bright red toenails.<br /><br />"You must be the Dunstons," the girl finally managed to say. "Come in, please. Lucia's busy and asked me to get the door in her place."<br /><br />"We were invited to a party here tonight," Faith mumbled, as she and Boyd moved around the scantily-clad girl and into the foyer.<br /><br />"You're at the right house," the girl assured them. She closed the door and snapped the lock. "I'm Tanya," she said, moving toward them gracefully.<br /><br />Somewhat awkwardly, Boyd introduced Faith and himself. He offered his hand and smiled, then appeared suddenly nervous when Tanya moved against him and kissed him instead of taking his hand.<br /><br />"You're cute, Boyd," she said as she stepped back. "Cute Southern white men have always been my greatest weakness."<br /><br />Boyd's collar got awfully tight as he glanced over at Faith. Her scowl bore into him, making him shift uneasily and clear his throat.<br /><br />"Oh, don't misunderstand me, honey," Tanya said as she moved to Faith and kissed her, too. "It's the way they talk. I could listen to that drawl for days on end."<br /><br />"Are you a party guest?" Faith asked. She felt like adding or one of the hired help after the way Boyd responded to the dark girl. But she did not.<br /><br />Faith bit her tongue. She hadn't told Boyd about dancing with the handsome Negro. Lucky she hadn't let the catty remark slip out. From the semi-sweet tone of Tanya's answer she felt sure that she knew about it, and would probably be quite glad to let Boyd in on the secret. Faith forced a convincing smile. "I'm happy to know you, Tanya." Tanya kissed her again, this time letting her breasts brush intimately against Faith's. "You are a doll. Just as pretty as Lucia said you were, and just as sweet. Come on," she said, taking both Boyd and Faith by the hand, "Let's join the party."<br /><br />"It's down in the orgy r--in the rumpus room," she quickly corrected herself. "Watch your step, now," she advised, leading the way down the basement stairs.<br /><br />"Maybe we ought to get ourselves home," Faith whispered.<br /><br />"Why?"<br /><br />"Did you hear what she almost said?"<br /><br />"Probably just a joke. You know how people are."<br /><br />Faith stopped in front of Boyd on the stairs. "I don't know about that," she whispered, turning her head back toward him. "I've had a funny feeling about this party all along."<br /><br />"Fer crissakes, Faith! Don't be such a silly little girl all your life!"<br /><br />Boyd's snorted response infuriated Faith. She shook his hand off her arm and clacked on down the stairs, not bothering to wait for him.<br /><br />"Something wrong, baby?" Tanya stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs, smiling as she watched Faith's hips undulate toward her.<br /><br />"No. Of course not," Faith said, coming up beside the dark, half-naked girl. "Let's go to the party."<br /><br />Tanya led them across a bare concrete floor and opened a door in a paneled wall. Blinking at the dim, eerie green lighting, Faith went through the door without bothering to check that Boyd was following. She stopped inside the door, letting her eyes adapt to the dimness. The door closed behind her. The sound of the lock turning sent a stab of fear into her heart.<br /><br />The whole thing looked and sounded so weird! The soft music was like nothing she'd ever heard before. Not music, not really. It was more like jungle drums beating off in the distance, with hauntingly sensual little bursts of melodies from a flute breaking in now and then. It was a nice effect though. She closed her eyes and swayed to the beat.<br /><br />A woman moaned softly, then murmured so low that her words couldn't be made out. Faith opened her eyes and looked about the room. There was Buck, dancing with a white woman she had never seen before. Buck was wearing the same kind of little sarong that Tanya had on, and the girl nestled in his muscled arms wore a harem outfit. Lucia stood behind the bar making drinks. She could only see the top of her outfit, a leather bra! The man helping her with the drinks was the other half of the harem girl. He looked regal as a sultan, turban and all. And there, coming toward her, was Dirk! His outfit was the weirdest of all--skintight black leather pants and a tapered leather shirt to match!<br /><br />The woman sighed, then harshly sucked in her breath. It was part of the music! A man grunted. Old-fashioned bedsprings began to creak in time to the music. The beat speeded up, and the sighs and grunts and the creaking bedsprings grew more rapid. It was maddening!<br /><br />Then Dirk was standing in front of her, smiling as he took her into his arms and kissed her full on the lips. His tongue teased between her lips, darting back and forth in time to the frenzied sounds of the exotic music. The raspy bedsprings, the drums, the man grunting and the woman moaning orgasmically, the feel of leather under her clutching hands, Dirk's tongue entering her mouth and darting about, his hands cupping her buttocks--too much! Too much!!!<br /><br />The sound of male and female in the final throes of heated lovemaking bombarded Faith's ears. It caught her up and carried her along. She closed her eyes and clung weakly to Dirk, returning his soul kiss and moaning with the girl on the record. She stood there trembling against him as the record ended.<br /><br />Then he pulled away and held her out at arms length, smiling with satisfaction. "Welcome to the party, baby. How about a drink?"<br /><br />Boyd! Oh no! Not again!! But she needn't have worried. Her husband was not behind her when she turned around. He was over near the bar, with<br />Tanya. He had already shed his coat. They were sitting on a couch, looking into each other's eyes as Tanya removed his necktie.<br /><br />"I think I need one ... badly," she said.<br /><br />"The fun is just beginning," Dirk said laughingly, then took her hand and led her toward the bar.<br /><br />"Glad you could make it, baby," Lucia told her, coming out from behind the bar and kissing her on the mouth. "Here, they're all alike. Have<br />one," she said, and pressed a cold glass into Faith's hand.<br /><br />Nodding thanks, Faith sipped it gratefully. It was a margarita, the same as she'd had at the base on Monday. It was so cool and soothing that she<br />turned it up and drank half of it down before she lowered the glass again. She looked down to see what else Lucia had on. A leather miniskirt! And lace-up leather boots that came over the calves. The spike heels of the boots must be at least four inches, she decided. Lucia unnerved her tonight. It wasn't only the outfit she wore. Something about her personality was different too--manlike, dominant. Faith got the same uneasy feeling she had when Lucia'd talked about all the power that Dirk controlled when he flew the big bomber.<br /><br />Lucia grinned as she noticed Faith eyeing her leather garb. "Do you like<br />it?"<br /><br />"Well ... it's a little far out for me. But it doesn't look bad on you. I don't know ... leather."<br /><br />"I love the feel of it on my bare skin," Lucia admitted. "I don't have anything underneath ... see?" She flipped up the tight leather skirt and held it.<br /><br />"Lucia!"<br /><br />"What's the matter, baby? Cunt scare you?"<br /><br />Amazed at herself, Faith stared down at Lucia's crotch and let her take her hand and put it on her pubic mound. The crisp hair sent an electriclike shock out through her body. Faith gaped and jerked her hand away. "Lucia! For heaven's sake!"<br /><br />"Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to shock you, but it won't bite, you know." Lucia smiled and put her skirt down. "Come on. Let me introduce you around."<br /><br />The sultan was named Harold. He was very polite. Almost shy. They shook hands and mumbled the proper amenities. Then Lucia took her over to<br />where Buck and the harem girl were still dancing.<br /><br />Buck smiled intimately at her and squeezed her hand. "Save me a dance," he said.<br /><br />The harem girl was in fact Harold's wife. Her name was Bess. A nod and a glad to know you was all Faith got from her. Bess had a yearning look in<br />her eye. "Where's Sam?" she asked Lucia.<br /><br />"Don't worry, honey. You'll get Sam," Lucia promised.<br /><br />"But where is he? I haven't seen him around," Bess whined.<br /><br />"When the time is right!" Lucia snapped. "Now shut up about it. Dirk will go for Sam when I'm good and ready, and not before. Now don't bug<br />me about it any more!"<br /><br />"Sure, Lucia, sure," Bess hastened to agree, her face mirroring fear as she shrank away. She went to the bar for a drink.<br /><br />"Who's Sam?" Faith wanted to know.<br /><br />Buck laughed. "You'll see. Lucia likes to spring Sam as a surprise guest. He really livens up a dying party, doesn't he, Lash?"<br /><br />Lucia's eyes twinkled. "Bess goes for that type of entertainment. She's the one that livens it up more than Sam."<br /><br />Sam? Lash? What type of entertainment? What was going on? Faith had to ask. "What kind of party is this, Lucia?"<br /><br />"All for fun, baby. All for fun."<br /><br />"You could have at least told me it was going to be a costume party. Everyone's in costume except Boyd and me."<br /><br />"I don't think your husband's noticed that yet, Faith," Buck commented as he glanced across the room.<br /><br />Sure enough, Boyd hadn't noticed. Faith followed Buck's approving stare and saw Boyd and Tanya still sitting on the couch. They were embracing<br />passionately, their open mouths glued together and their hands eagerly fondling genitals that were exposed for all to see. Her cheeks flushing<br />with embarrassment, Faith jerked her head back around.<br /><br />"Faith's noticed, though," Lucia said. "She should have a costume. Don't you think she'd feel more at home if she had an appropriate costume for<br />the party, Buck?"<br /><br />"Of course she would, Lucia. Why don't you loan her your red outfit?"<br /><br />"Oh no, Buck. Those leather riding britches would look tacky on Faith. She's much too feminine for that kind of get-up."<br /><br />"No," Faith protested weakly. "I don't really need a costume."<br /><br />A male voice came from behind her. "Only way to feel at home is to have a costume that fits the mood."<br /><br />Faith swung around to see Dirk leering at her. "All right. Let me run home and see ... I think I have one packed away." She had no intention of coming back, at least not tonight. Once out the door the party would be over, as far as she was concerned. She was beginning to realize what<br />the so-called party would turn into, and she wanted no part of it.<br /><br />Dirk shook his head. "Huh-uh. Too late."<br /><br />Panic welled up and made it hard for Faith to breathe. She looked to Buck, searching for an ally. But he only shrugged his broad shoulders<br />and grinned. She wheeled around to face Lucia. "What does he mean, Lucia? How can it be too late when I only live right across the street?"<br /><br />"This is a special kind of party, little one. Once all the guests have arrived, no one leaves until the rest are ready to break it up." "Then ... you're not going to let me go? Do you think you can keep me here against my will? No! I won't have it! I'm not going to stay for your party. I'm walking out. Boyd can do whatever he pleases, but I'm saying good night!"<br /><br />With that, Faith whirled and ran over to the door. Frantically she searched it for a knob. There was none on the inside, only a place for a key, and the door swung into the room. The key. It was the only way to get out of the room. Tanya had it. Anyway, she was the one who let them in and locked the door. She hurried over to the sofa.<br /><br />Boyd didn't see her approach. He was bent over sucking on one of Tanya's brown tits. Her legs were spread apart, and Boyd had two fingers working energetically in and out of her slippery, dark cunt. How could he? How could he fall in so quickly and eagerly with this type of people?<br /><br />But Boyd was not at the moment her main concern. The key. That's what she wanted, in order to escape this insane party. Faith bent over Tanya<br />and called her name.<br /><br />Brown eyelids came open lazily, revealing glassy and widely dilated brown eyes. Tanya focused with difficulty, smiling when she recognized Faith. She licked her lips. "Come on in, baby. The water's fine and I've got enough lovin' for you too. Kiss me," she sultrily invited, pursing her lips and closing her eyes again.<br /><br />"The key!" Faith demanded. "Give me the key!"<br /><br />"You wanna leave?" Tanya sounded as if she were astounded. Tanya burst into a fit of laughter. Boyd raised his head and frowned, then went back to sucking the pouting nipple as if he hadn't even seen her.<br /><br />"What the hell's so funny about that?"<br /><br />"Relax, baby, relax. Let your hair down and enjoy it. He is," Tanya said, nodding to Boyd's nuzzling head. "Force yourself if you have to at first. You'll come to like it. I did. Might as well. Lucia hides the one key. My first party I looked for it for over an hour. Didn't find it. You won't either. Join it!"<br /><br /><br />Chapter 5<br /><br /><br />Stamping angrily over to the bar, Faith picked up another drink. She sipped gingerly at it, her eyes all the while searching for a possible hiding place for the key. It was no use. The key could be anywhere. There were thousands of places about the room where such a small article could be hidden. The anger within her rushed out suddenly, a sense of helplessness replacing it. How could Boyd do this to her? She felt like crying.<br /><br />But no. No, by God! She'd show Boyd. Two could play the same game. She'd pretend to go along with the mood of the party. Maybe if she made a<br />spectacle of herself he would come to his senses and do something to get them both out of there before it turned into an all-out-orgy.<br /><br />How to do it? It had to be something that Boyd wouldn't like her to do, something really far out that would shame him. He hadn't liked the nude<br />swimming, not at all. That was it! She'd put on a show--a strip tease. Boyd wouldn't like her doing that in front of the other men, especially<br />he wouldn't want her taking off her clothes in front of Buck. Yes. She'd play up to the Negro. Boyd certainly wouldn't be able to sit there<br />calmly and watch her run her white hands all over that brown skin. That would bring him to his senses in a hurry!<br /><br />"Hey!" she yelled. "Everybody look this way. Look at me!" She watched the seven faces turn one by one toward her. She shivered. All those<br />eyes! Boyd looked puzzled. The other six merely smiled, waiting amusedly to see what was coming.<br /><br />"This party's gettin' boring," she announced, looking directly at Lucia. "You're the hostess. Can't you liven it up so we can all have a good time?"<br /><br />Lucia and Dirk glanced at each other. Both shrugged. "What'd you have in mind, baby?" asked Lucia.<br /><br />"Entertainment."<br /><br />Lucia laughed. "You'll get all the 'entertainment' you want before it's over."<br /><br />"I feel like doing a little entertaining myself," she said, putting down her drink and going over to where Lucia, Dirk, and Buck still stood. She<br />stopped in front of them and put her hands on her hips, standing with her feet apart.<br /><br />"What'd you have in mind, eager beaver," Dirk asked with a grin.<br /><br />"Him," she shot back, stepping up to Buck. She undid the catch of his sarong and whisked it off, pitching it away and leaving him stark naked.<br />Looking up into his eyes, Faith put her hands on his chest and began stroking down his body in a circular motion. As she went lower, her eyes<br />followed the movement of her hands. When she got to his hips and lower abdomen, she stopped short. The size of his organ, which was slowly<br />rearing up it's purplish brown, circumcised head, made her gasp aloud. It was the third dick she had ever seen, and by far the biggest! Buck<br />was as much bigger than Dirk as Dirk was bigger than Boyd! The rising column of black penis sent a shiver shooting through Faith. The thought<br />of even trying to accommodate such a monster struck fear in her.<br /><br />No. She mustn't show it. Act calm. That was the thing to do. It couldn't possibly go that far. Boyd wouldn't let it. He would never stand still<br />for a nigger doing it to her--never! But she had to tease Boyd and make him think she might like it to happen. Then he'd make Lucia and Dirk<br />come up with the key and they'd go home.<br /><br />She put her palms on Buck's chest and pushed him back a step. Grinning up at his face, she said, "Later for you, daddy. Right now I want to<br />dance, and get out of these street clothes at the same time. Lucia, you got a record to strip by?"<br /><br />Lucia had a puzzled frown on her face. She made fists and put them on her hips. "Well, I'll be damned!"<br /><br />"Be anything you want," Faith retorted.<br /><br />"Innocent little Faith wants to strip for us. I just don't believe it," Lucia remarked.<br /><br />"If you've got a suitable record, put it on. Then you'll damn well believe it," Faith came back quickly. She tried to sound flippant, hoping that Boyd would get the idea she really meant to take off all her clothes in front of these people. She didn't want to. She didn't think she'd have to, Boyd would surely stop her before she was completely naked.<br /><br />Boyd sat beside a grinning Tanya, his scowl warning Faith not to do it. She smiled and winked at her husband, then put her hands behind her head<br />and hunched her pelvis his way. It almost worked. Boyd started to say something to her. But he failed to follow through. Instead, he dropped<br />his gaze from her face, embarrassed by the laughter which Faith's little hunch evoked from the others.<br /><br />Lucia's voice ordered rather than requested. "Bess. Put an appropriate record on for our would-be stripper. You know the one," Lucia added,<br />sure that Bess recalled her first party, the one at which she'd forced the young woman to strip against her will.<br /><br />Boyd sat stunned, watching as Bess broke into a little giggle and hurried over to the record player. What had come over Faith to make her act this way? For that matter, what had come over him, he wondered. True, he had been secretly hoping that Dirk would somehow manage to screw Faith Again. But this party! It was going to turn into an all out orgy for sure! He hadn't expected this, not with strangers. With only Dirk and Lucia was he willing to let things take their course, not with these other people. And that big nigger. Why, Faith was teasing him!! Leading him on!<br /><br />There she stood now, letting Buck hug her from the back and cup her tits. Why, she was smiling right at him, her own husband, and rotating<br />her butt against that big black cock! It was more than Boyd could endure. "Faith! Stop it!"<br /><br />She only smiled the more, "Why darling? We came to a party. Aren't you supposed to have fun at a party?" She stepped to the side, her eyes<br />leading Boyd's to the massive black organ boldly standing out from Buck's groin. Her fingers trembling slightly, Faith reached out and took<br />it in her hand. It was thick and hot to her touch! So sturdy was Buck's rod that she discovered to her horror the impossibility of encircling it<br />completely with her grasping fingers. "You found your fun, Boyd. Now look at what's going to give me mine," she said, her voice quavering<br />with a mixture of fear and the beginnings of desire.<br /><br />"I'll be damned if it is!" Boyd shouted, jumping threateningly to his feet. He looked so silly, thought Faith. There he is, mad as hell at the<br />idea of me with Buck, and his stupid dick is hard and poking out of his open fly. It was what she had wanted, yet somehow it seemed so<br />ridiculous. He just stood there, glowering at her with his thing pointed her way. She laughed. She couldn't help it.<br /><br />"We're going home," Boyd growled, stamping across the room toward her. "Right now!"<br /><br />But Lucia hurried out to meet him in the center of the room. "Cool it, Boyd. Be a good boy and go sit back down with Tanya."<br /><br />"Piss on you," Boyd snapped, reaching out his arm to sweep Lucia out of his way.<br /><br />It all happened so fast. Lucia's hands shot up and grabbed his arm. With lightning speed she moved and drew him with her. Her foot came between<br />his legs. A split second later a sharp pain numbed his arm. He was falling suddenly. The next thing he knew he was on the floor. A pain in his neck was added to the one in his tautly bent-back arm.<br /><br />Pussy greeted his eyes as he looked up. Lucia was standing over him, one foot on the floor and the other pressing into his throat. Those heels!<br />God, how that spike heel dug into his soft flesh! With his free hand Boyd clutched at the lace-up boot. He grasped her ankle and tried to push the painful foot away. It was no use. The boot only bit into his throat more painfully than before. Groaning aloud, he looked up to plead for mercy. Lucia's expression filled him with sudden terror. She was demented, her face a mask of sadistic evil!<br /><br />"That's it, baby! Fight me! Fight me!"<br /><br />"Aargh! Uung!" The pain was unbearable. Boyd released her ankle and opened his mouth to speak, to beg her to quit hurting him so. Only a<br />gurgle came from his mouth. Her foot prevented the formation of words.<br /><br />"You're helpless, Boyd. Do you hear me? Helpless!"<br /><br />Boyd tried to speak. He could not. He closed his eyes and moaned. Her face! It was so evil, so distorted! He couldn't stand to look at it.<br /><br />"Slap the floor once if you understand me, Boyd." She waited until he weakly hit the floor one time with his free hand. "Good. Now hear me<br />well. I'm taking you over. You're nothing but a puny runt. All you're fit to be is a slave. I'm making you my slave. Do you understand?"<br /><br />Again Boyd forced himself to open his eyes. He gawked up incredulously at Lucia's face. She had to be kidding. This couldn't be for real. "Noo-oo," he said, struggling against the pressure of her foot to get the simple syllable out. Then he winced in agony, croaking pitifully as she bore down brutally on his throat.<br /><br />Faith ran toward them, screaming, "Lucia! For God's sake, stop it! You're hurting him! Stop it, Lucia! Stop it!!!"<br /><br />But she got nowhere. Dirk grabbed her from behind and dragged her back before she took three steps. He twisted one arm up behind her back till<br />she was whimpering in pain.<br /><br />"Faith? Listen to me, sweetie. I don't want to have to hurt you," he said, trying to calm her.<br /><br />"Turn me loose," Faith whimpered. "Get Lucia off Boyd. She's killing him! Killing him ..."<br /><br />"No, Faith, she's not killing him," Dirk assured. "Hurting him, yes, but not permanently."<br /><br />"Make her stop, Dirk ... make her stop. Please!"<br /><br />"No. She needs this. I won't make her stop."<br /><br />"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe Lucia needs it, but what about Boyd? He's in agony! Who needs that?"<br /><br />"Shut up, Faith," hissed Lucia. "Just shut up ... or you'll get some of the same!"<br /><br />"No! Turn me loose!" Faith yelled, trying to wrench free of Dirk's hold.<br /><br />"Okay, baby, if you won't listen to reason," Dirk grunted, managing to retain the struggling Faith.<br /><br />One leather-covered arm came about Faith's waist and locked viselike, squeezing the breath out of her. Fingers clutched at the bodice of her<br />dress and ripped off the buttons. Then Dirk's hand was on her bare skin, his fingers tearing away her bra. A breast was cupped, examined by<br />groping fingertips. The fingertips found their mark, the tender brown aureole and buttonlike nipple at its end.<br /><br />Knowing what was coming, Faith gritted her teeth. The fingers moved to better advantage, rolling and pulling her nipple out in order to get a<br />firmer hold. Then it began, slowly at first. Little by little Dirk's fingertips, clamped down on her sensitive sex flesh. It was almost pleasant at the start, like a light caress that grew steadily heavier and heavier. Then, when the pressure increased to a certain point, the caress turned into a minor source of irritation. From that it grew into a faint pain, felt as pain but not really anything to become alarmed over.<br /><br />Faith had almost decided that Dirk was merely using the threat of ill treatment to keep her from trying to rescue Boyd, when he whispered in her ear, "Brace yourself, sweetie. It may get a little rough from here on. If you feel like screaming, let it out. No one but us revelers will hear you, though, and it only incites us on to bigger and better things. Anyway, the room is soundproofed. So suit yourself."<br /><br />Then it began. The pain increased just as slowly as it had up to that point. But with one difference--it had now passed the threshold of tolerability. It could no longer be ignored. Some acknowledgment of its presence had to be made. Faith's upper lip began to tremble. She sucked<br />in her breath and tried to wiggle loose. But Dick was too strong, and he had her arms pinned to her sides so that she couldn't use her hands to<br />try and pull his pinching fingers from her breast.<br /><br />Lucia had stopped her mistreatment of Boyd and was looking on with interest, her foot still holding him to the floor helplessly as Dirk worked on Faith. The sight caused her nostrils to flare as she excitedly licked at her parted lips. "God, baby," she said to Dirk. "The way you bring it on so slowly is pure torture for me. You know that, don't you, you lovely bastard?"<br /><br />"You're always so eager, Lucia my pet. It's downright crude the way you hurt your sex objects so quickly. You're the worst kind of sadist, my<br />sweet. You give your victims no chance to respond, no time to come to enjoy the pain you inflict upon them."<br /><br />"I'll improve, Dirk. I promise. Boyd gave me no choice. I had to take him out of action."<br /><br />"All right, sweetheart. I agree to that. Forget it now, and watch closely. Look at Faith's face. See how she's licking her lips and squinting her eyes? She doesn't want to let on that I'm hurting her. And I'm not, not really. It started as a lover's tender caress, an enjoyable thing to all. Pleasure. That was the first thing she felt. That's an important conditioning factor, Lucia."<br /><br />"If you want a willing subject, you simply have to give them pleasure at the very first. Then increase the pleasure bit by bit. Look at her now. See how her mouth hangs open? Hear the urgency of her labored breathing? I'm pinching her tit quite harshly now but she still perceives it as pleasure. Had I started at this level of intensity she would've immediately experienced sharp pain. It would have been unbearable. Probably she would have screamed in protest."<br /><br />Strange, thought Faith, how Dirk's voice seemed to come from off at a distance. He hadn't moved. He was still behind her, still holding her to him. His voice was soft in her ear, talking only to her now, "Faith? Close your eyes, Faith."<br /><br />She felt so helpless, so small and weak. Already she had ceased to struggle, had accepted the fact that Dirk would do with her as he pleased. "Yes," she whispered, nodding agreement as her eyelids came down slowly and shut out the pitiful sight of her husband lying beneath Lucia's boot. Struggling hadn't helped Boyd. Lucia, a woman only little larger than herself, had reduced him to a state of degradation. How could she hope to prevent Dirk from having his way? Did she even want to stop him, she wondered dimly. This thing he was doing to her. It hurt ... yet it didn't hurt. There was more pleasure than pain in it.<br /><br />Dirk began talking to her now, very softly, very comfortingly. He was careful not to increase the pressure on her nipple, merely kept it constant. The monotone of his voice helped her to relax as the nerves in her sensitive brown nipple adapted. Bit by bit the pain ebbed until Faith hazily wondered if his fingers still held her nipple captive. She moved her chest a fraction of an inch to the left in order to determine for sure if her nipple was still being pinched. It was. The tiny spear of pain told her beyond a doubt. She sighed.<br /><br />"Faith?"<br /><br />It was Dirk's voice. "Yes?"<br /><br />"How do you feel, baby?"<br /><br />"So strange," she murmured. "So calm ... so contented ... so accepting."<br /><br />"Am I hurting you?"<br /><br />"No ... not now."<br /><br />"I'm going to hurt you some more. You know that, don't you?"<br /><br />"Yes, I know. I want you to. If you'll do it slowly like you have till now, I won't resist you." "Do you like what I've done to you so far?"<br /><br />"Oh yesss ... I do!"<br /><br />"Good. I thought you would. There's one thing we have to settle before we go on, though."<br /><br />"What is it, darling?<br /><br />"About your husband. He belongs to Lucia just as you now belong to me. You will both enjoy the party much more if you accept that fact. Will<br />you put yourself completely in my hands, Faith?"<br /><br />"Yes. I put myself completely in your hands. I will do as you wish," Faith whispered. She had no choice and knew it. But she did not want to resist, not now. Her intuition told her that anything Dirk did to her would somehow turn into pleasure for both of them. "I belong to you ... Boyd belongs to Lucia. But..."<br /><br />"She will not cause him any permanent physical damage. Is that what you're worried about?"<br /><br />"Yes. I couldn't stand for that to happen. I love him."<br /><br />"Then relax. Lucia knows intuitively about men. She assures me that Boyd will soon voluntarily submit himself to her will, just as you have submitted to me. Can we continue now?"<br /><br />"Please," Faith said, then gasped out loud as he suddenly released the pressure on her nipple. A million tiny, tingling arrows shot into her breast. It was the reverse of pain, the return to a normal state. I don't like that," she moaned.<br /><br />"Open your eyes, Faith. I want you to take off all your clothes," Dirk said, removing his arms from around her body and stepping away.<br /><br />Reluctantly she opened her eyes and began undoing the remaining buttons down the front of her dress. She saw Boyd, still lying on the floor. Tanya and Bess were removing his clothes as Lucia stood over all three of them with a whip held threateningly in her hand. Evidently Boyd had accepted his fate, for he made no effort to prevent what was going on.<br /><br />"Lucia was right about your husband, wasn't she?" asked Dirk as he came up beside Faith.<br /><br />"He has a hard-on. She must have been right," Faith agreed, stepping out of her dress and draping it across Dirk's proffered arm.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 6<br /><br /><br />She stood with her legs apart, one hand made into a fist and resting on<br />her hip, the other rocking a coiled whip back and forth through the air.<br />The hard sole and spike heel of her boot had left a steady pain in<br />Boyd's throat. Every beat of his heart seemed to throb there, reminding<br />him that she would stop at nothing to master him. It was utterly<br />humiliating to lie at her feet and allow the two women to strip off his<br />clothes as Lucia had ordered them to do. Yet he dared not protest.<br /><br />Fear of what might come flooded his mind. Common sense told him that<br />Lucia was demented, that she meant him no good. He wanted out of this<br />place and away from her. But how? How? Did he dare try to get to his<br />feet again?<br /><br />No. Once was enough! He'd already attempted to get up, when Lucia had<br />taken her foot from his throat. What a mistake that had been! His scalp<br />still ached from the vicious way she'd grabbed a handful of hair and<br />jerked him roughly to his back again. Then the boot ... right back onto<br />his gasping throat! Lucia'd threatened to kill him then, had squatted<br />down close and hissed it into his face. Slave, she'd called him, slave!<br />Then she'd spat in his face and dared him to try and get up again before<br />she told him it was permissible to do so.<br /><br />Something inside Boyd had wilted when Lucia's sputum hit and spattered<br />over his face. All hope of complete escape died at that very moment.<br />Lucia'd watched his expression change, grinning satanically above him<br />and laughing deep within her throat. She'd known then. They both had.<br />She was Mistress, he slave. He was going to so do as she ordered, one<br />way or another. She was the stronger willed, the dominant one, the<br />Supreme Female. His prick growing hard at the thought, he wondered if<br />Lucia might let him lick her boots. He'd opened his mouth to ask and got<br />a slap across the face before the first word formed.<br /><br />One shoe came off as Bess pulled, then the other. His socks followed.<br />Her eager hands gripped the cuffs of his trousers and tugged them down,<br />dragging his shorts half off before the pants slid on down his legs and<br />over his feet. Spraddle-legged, Bess walked on her knees back up to his<br />midsection. Her fingernails dug sharply into his skin as she hooked<br />trembling fingers over the waistband of his shorts. She jerked at first<br />one side and then the other, working them down over his hips and<br />buttocks.<br /><br />His stiff dick flipped free and slapped against his lower abdomen. Oh<br />God! If only Faith weren't here! She shouldn't see this, he thought.<br />What would she think of him? How could he face her after this.<br /><br />Raising only his head, he saw her across the room and gasped. She was<br />taking her own clothes off. From the looks of it, she was not being<br />forced to, but stripping of her own free will! Her dress was already<br />off. Dirk had it draped over his arm. He was smiling at her as she<br />worked her slip up over her hips and breasts. It went over her head,<br />leaving her in only a tattered bra, panties, hose, and high-heeled<br />shoes. She hung the slip over Dirk's arm with the dress, then turned for<br />him to unsnap her bra!<br /><br />Gone now were his shorts. Tanya was sitting on his thighs, pulling his<br />arms and urging him to sit up. He looked up at Lucia, his eyes silently<br />asking if he should. Lucia nodded. He let Tanya pull him into a sitting<br />position and push his shirt back and down his arms. Her deft fingers<br />found the bottom of his T-shirt and slipped it over his head as he<br />raised his arms to help.<br /><br />There he sat, naked, watching his wife wiggle out of her panties with<br />Dirk waiting to take them from her. Even under these circumstances Faith<br />looked like an angel. The hair at the edge of her pussy looked damp.<br />Boyd knew his wife was aroused. It excited him to see that she was. He<br />felt an urge to go over to her, to kneel between her legs and lick her<br />cunt.<br /><br />A hiss sounded behind him, a crack. Leather thongs bit into his bare<br />back. Yelping at the unexpected blow, Boyd winced in pain and jumped up.<br />He got as far as his knees when the whip cut into his flesh the second<br />time. The blow was harder than the first, sending him off to the side<br />and falling back to the floor. He rolled onto his back, staring up as<br />Lucia loomed above with the whip poised once more. An insane look on her<br />face, she brought it down expertly across his stomach. He screamed in<br />agony, writhing as Lucia drew the snakelike leather rope slowly across<br />his skin.<br /><br />She teased him with it now, stroking the flexible whip back and forth<br />across his stomach. Boyd glanced down and saw the red welt her blow had<br />caused. His hand caught at the torture instrument in an effort to wrest<br />it from her. Both his hands claimed it, pulling it from her as she<br />struggled to hang on.<br /><br />He seemed to be winning. Lucia was weaker than he was, after all. Using<br />all his strength, Boyd pulled the whip hand over hand, dragging a<br />furious Lucia ever closer to him. He had all the flexible part of the<br />whip now in his possession. The stiff handle was only about eighteen<br />inches long. Lucia clung tenaciously to her end, digging the spike heels<br />of her boots into the carpeted floor and throwing the muscles of her<br />legs into the struggle.<br /><br />"Stop it, Boyd! You'd better quit fighting me if you know what's good<br />for you!" Lucia barked.<br /><br />Her hands were sliding up the shaft inch by inch. Finally Boyd had it<br />all but the small portion her hands covered. The very end of the whip<br />handle was made in the shape of a phallus. To that Lucia clung, the<br />bulbous leather glans alone showing on her side of her hands.<br /><br />A gleam coming to her eyes, Lucia braced herself as if she intended to<br />exert all her power in one final effort to reclaim the whip from Boyd.<br />Using leg, back, and arm muscles, she wiped the smile from Boyd's face<br />by gaining back several inches of the handle. When he countered with all<br />his might, Lucia merely let go of the handle and laughed out loud as<br />Boyd hit himself in the mouth with the cock head.<br /><br />While he was still seeing stars, she acted. The toe of her boot caught<br />him directly in the butt. He wailed out and rolled onto his back. That's<br />what she had been waiting for. Lucia let out a squeal of joy as she<br />jumped in the air and landed with both feet planted firmly on Boyd's<br />chest.<br /><br />"No, Lucia ... noo," Boyd pleaded.<br /><br />But it did him no good. Her face glowing evilly, Lucia jumped up and<br />down on Boyd's body. Her spike heels dug into his flesh brutally,<br />leaving red splotches to mark where she'd walked upon him in utter<br />domination. "Slave! Slave! Slave!" she chanted.<br /><br />"Yes... yes, you win, Lucia. Aargh! Stop ... please stop!"<br /><br />Coming to a stop at the top of his chest, Lucia spat down into Boyd's<br />face. "Pig! When you wish to address me, you'll call me Mistress!"<br /><br />"Yes, Lucia ... I mean, Mistress Lucia."<br /><br />"That's better, dog. Now ... what are you whining about?"<br /><br />"I can't take it any more ... Mistress. Please stop, Please."<br /><br />"Is the filthy swine begging for mercy? Well are you?"<br /><br />"Yes, Mistress ... mercy. Dear God, have mercy!"<br /><br />Quickly she squatted and slapped his face several times. "I am your God!<br />If there is any mercy, I alone will give it. Do not call any name other<br />than mine ... understand?"<br /><br />"Yes, Mistress Lucia ... Yes."<br /><br />"Lie still now. I have decided to favor you," Lucia said to Boyd, then<br />turned and called for a washcloth.<br /><br />In the back of the room was a partitioned cubicle enclosing a shower<br />stall, a commode, and a wash basin. Bess, herself excited over the way<br />Lucia had mastered Boyd so quickly, hurried into the bathroom and<br />dampened a washcloth. She half ran across the room in her eagerness to<br />please Lucia. "Here, Mistress. Here is the cloth," she breathed.<br /><br />Smiling sweetly at Bess, Lucia said, "Well? Don't just stand there, you<br />stupid little bitch! Wash his face!"<br /><br />Licking her lips, Bess dropped to her knees and began rubbing the wet<br />cloth over Boyd's face. "Are you going to do him the highest honor,<br />Mistress? May I get my face up close and see it if you do?" she asked<br />nervously.<br /><br />Lucia reached out and pinched harshly at Bess' cheek, wringing her flesh<br />until Bess began to whimper. "How many times must I tell you, bitch?<br />When I want any suggestions from you, I'll ask for them." Lucia gave her<br />cheek a final twist before she let go.<br /><br />"I was just asking ... that's all, Mistress," Bess whined.<br /><br />"I haven't decided yet! If I do, then you can watch up close. Haven't<br />you finished cleaning his face?"<br /><br />"All done," Bess beamed, running the damp cloth up Boyd's face as she<br />scooted backward out of Lucia's way. "Shall Tanya and I assist you?"<br /><br />"Yes, and Harold, too. You all know what I expect of you."<br /><br />Tanya and Bess each took one of Boyd's arms and stretched it out to the<br />side. Then they squatted with one foot on his wrists and one on the back<br />of his palm-down hands. Harold waddled over and plopped his fat butt<br />down on Boyd's thighs. He sat just above the knees, one leg on either<br />side of Boyd's and facing up toward Lucia's back.<br /><br />"He's got a lovely peter," Harold exclaimed, leaning over till his face<br />almost touched the head of Boyd's semi-rigid organ.<br /><br />"You can suck it if you want to, Harold," Lucia told him<br />matter-of-factly. "Just so you keep his legs pinned to the floor."<br /><br />It was all the encouragement that plump Harold needed. He heaved a<br />satisfied sigh and shifted himself to lower his mouth over Boyd's cock.<br />His checks hollowed. His eyes closed contentedly. With one hand on the<br />floor beside Boyd's left buttock and the other beside his right, Harold<br />started doing four inch push-ups from his waist up, sucking and slurping<br />as his head rose and fell.<br /><br />Looking up in wide-eyed confusion, Boyd moaned, "Make him quit ... don't<br />let him do that!"<br /><br />"Pay it no mind, slave. I have a treat for you that will make you forget<br />what Harold is doing," Lucia said.<br /><br />She stood up with her feet still on his chest, then stepped off with a<br />foot on either side of his head. Hiking up her leather skirt, she<br />squatted down again and brought her crotch hovering over his face. "Look<br />at it," she ordered. "Look closely and study every inch. Are you<br />looking?"<br /><br />"I'm looking," Boyd answered, his voice quavering a bit.<br /><br />"Wash it," she ordered. "Use your tongue. Get it nice and clean from one<br />end to the other. Lick gently. I don't want to feel your teeth at all.<br />If I do, you may regret it. A tongue bath makes me purr like a kitten.<br />But teeth ... don't let me know you even have teeth or I'll piss right<br />in your mouth. Got it?"<br /><br />"Oh God," Boyd moaned.<br /><br />"There you go again," Lucia snapped, reaching down and twisting his ears<br />painfully. "I told you that I'm your God. Don't forget it again! Now ...<br />lick me," she hissed, and pulled his face against her crotch by the<br />ears.<br /><br />Coarse cunt hair mashed against Boyd's lips. He opened his mouth and<br />probed out with his tongue. Lucia tasted strong, unclean. She smelled of<br />urine and sweat allowed to accumulate for several days. He gagged and<br />drew his tongue back into his mouth.<br /><br />"Lick! Lick, you bastard!"<br /><br />He did. He was afraid not to, Lucia had made her threats good as far as<br />he had tested them. There was no doubt in his mind that she wouldn't<br />hesitate to urinate over his face if he displeased her.<br /><br />"That's it, Boyd. That's a good slave. A little farther ... put your<br />tongue up my cunt a little farther ... oohh ... nice, nice. Wiggle it<br />around now. That's it! Fine. More!"<br /><br />The mouth on Boyd's dick was beginning to feel good. Lucia made so many<br />demands on him, kept him so busy licking and tonguing her pussy that he<br />almost forgot it was a man's mouth working at him. That tongue spinning<br />around the crown of his dick! The suction--so harsh at times that cheeks<br />pressed softly and hotly along his shaft! Smothering ... Lucia had her<br />cunt over his nose now, as well as his mouth. Some of her juices got<br />sucked up his nostrils as he tried desperately to breathe. Coughing and<br />sputtering, Boyd managed to turn his head enough to the side to catch a<br />much needed breath.<br /><br />"Did I feel teeth, slave? Did I?" Lucia demanded angrily.<br /><br />"No, Mistress ... no, I'm being very careful so that you will not."<br /><br />"Get back at it, then. Half your job is now finished. Well done so far,<br />slave. Now, here is your reward!"<br /><br />Wiggling forward, Lucia brought her asshole to his mouth. Surely she<br />doesn't expect that, thought Boyd. She couldn't expect him to do that!<br /><br />But she did, and said so in no uncertain terms, "Lick my ass, slave.<br />Consider it your dessert. Gently now. The tip of your worthless tongue<br />first. Do it well. I leave you to wonder what will happen if you don't."<br /><br />"Do it anyway," Bess pleaded. "Right in his mouth ... do it, do it now!<br />Men are such shitty creatures anyhow. Make him eat a turd as it comes<br />out of your asshole. I wanna see it..."<br /><br />"Shut up, Bess! One more word out of you and I'll make you suck his<br />ass!"<br /><br />Bess turned white as a sheet at even the thought of putting her mouth to<br />a male's anus. Mouthing a hasty agreement, she shut her mouth and kept<br />it closed, gladly.<br /><br />"Now, Boyd," Lucia said. "Go at it nice and easy."<br /><br />It wasn't nearly as repulsive as Boyd had expected. The odor and strong<br />taste of Lucia's unwashed pussy had dulled his taste buds to the point<br />that he barely distinguished the flavor of shit. He detected a heady<br />muskiness, nothing more, and decided that Lucia must have left only her<br />cunt unwashed for his degradation. Slowly he licked back and forth at<br />the crack of her ass, letting the tip of his tongue jab a little deeper<br />up into her asshole each time he passed it. It seemed to please her<br />immensely.<br /><br />"That's it, baby," she murmured softly, "That's it. Good. Very good.<br />More tongue. Give me a little more."<br /><br />Suddenly he wanted to please her very much. It was important to him that<br />she feel pleasure. Serving her seemed right and natural, a part of him<br />that she had brought awake. Being extra careful not to let his teeth<br />touch her flesh, Boyd tightened his lips around her quivering anus.<br />Alternately he sucked gently at the brown hole and jabbed in deep with<br />his tongue. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on.<br /><br />Doing her ass wasn't enough. She was Supreme, his Mistress. His cock<br />threatened to explode inside Harold's suctioning mouth. Extending his<br />tongue to full length, Boyd began to rock his head wildly back and<br />forth, licking her asshole up to her cunt. Flicking her clitoris and<br />then hurrying back to her anus.<br /><br />"Oh, Boyd!" Lucia exclaimed breathlessly. "You're doing a wonderful job!<br />Keep it up ... keep it up and I'll make you the favorite of all my<br />slaves," she promised, stiffening above his head and shutting her eyes<br />as orgasm drew near.<br /><br />Soft, spit-slick female crotch began to quiver out of control as Boyd<br />went on licking furiously. Anything she wanted to do was now all right<br />with Boyd, anything at all. Nothing was too good for her or too vile and<br />belittling for him. He began muttering incoherently as he licked and<br />jabbed with his tongue, urging Lucia to defile him, to piss on him, to<br />expel a turd and mash it into his mouth, to come and press her<br />fluttering cunt tightly over his face, to smother him as she climaxed.<br /><br />Though his words were too jumbled to make out, Lucia knew from past<br />experience what he was trying to tell her. The first waves of orgasm<br />shooting out through her sweaty loins, she ground her cunt cruelly down<br />over his face and pinned his head to the floor. Then, quaking in every<br />extremity of her body, she hunched her crotch up and down, rubbing it<br />over his entire face.<br /><br />Cunt covered his eyes, asshole claimed the tip of his nose. Back down.<br />Cunt over his nose. Clitoris flipping from side to side over the bridge<br />of his nose just below his eyes. Asshole at his mouth, demanding a<br />worshipful tongue be inserted as far as possible. Hot, wet mouth on his<br />cock. Lucia wailed out above him, proclaiming her shuddering orgasm for<br />all to see and hear. He couldn't breathe, was smothering. His cock<br />exploded and sent jet after jet of hot come spiraling into the sucking<br />mouth. Grunting. Fighting for air. A long time. Then it was over and<br />Lucia was rolling off his face as the mouth left his cock.<br /><br />Boyd lay gasping desperately for breath, dimly aware that Lucia was<br />speaking to him. Finally he was able to make out her words. She wanted<br />him to get up, to accompany her. Tanya and Bess helped him get weakly to<br />his feet. Meekly he followed Lucia to the back of the room, his knees<br />threatening to buckle with each step he took. She opened a door for him.<br />He went through it. It was a bathroom, and Lucia was coming in with him.<br />He turned to tell her that he needed no help, that he could manage for<br />himself.<br /><br />She paid him no mind. Taking his cock in her hand, she held it while he<br />relieved himself into the commode. When he was finished, she led him by<br />the cock into the shower stall. "I'm going to give you a nice warm<br />shower," she murmured softly, "Sit down in the center of the shower."<br /><br />"Sit down?"<br /><br />"Sit down," she urged, pressing his shoulders until he obeyed. "Now. Put<br />your arms around your knees and hold them up to your chest."<br /><br />It seemed a strange way to take a shower, but he did as she directed.<br />What was she doing? One booted foot came on either side of his buttocks.<br />Leather rustled softly. Her smooth thighs brushed at his shoulders, then<br />pulled out to the sides.<br /><br />"Look up, Boyd," she coaxed.<br /><br />He turned up his face obediently. Cunt met his gaze. She was standing<br />over him, with her cunt just a scant few inches above his face. The lips<br />of her lovely cunt relaxed and appeared to open slightly. Then it came<br />bursting forth as Lucia laughed insanely above him. Hot and yellow and<br />smelly! Urine! Gushing in torrents from her pussy and hitting directly<br />into his face. He moaned mournfully, then opened his mouth.<br /><br />The warm, yellow stream dwindled to a trickle, then stopped entirely.<br />Lucia stepped from the shower. She was a blur, a ghostly outline. Boyd's<br />eyes burned something fierce. He sat there in a huddle, drenched and<br />smelly, waiting for Lucia to tell him he could get up. Water sounded in<br />the sink, then stopped.<br /><br />He could see better now, well enough to make out that she was washing<br />the insides of her thighs and boots with a washcloth. Water sounded<br />again before she rubbed the cloth back and forth over her crotch.<br /><br />She came to the edge of the shower stall. The cloth hit him in the face<br />and fell onto his knees.<br /><br />"You're a sickening sight," she hissed. "Get up. Take a shower. When<br />you're presentable again, come and find me. I've got more plans for you.<br />Any objections, slave?"<br /><br />"No, Mistress ... none," he mumbled.<br /><br />Her hand reached in and spun the cold water on to full force. It beat<br />down on him, making him shiver and his teeth chatter as she jerked the<br />shower curtain closed.<br /><br />"Brush your teeth, too," she snapped. "There're extra brushes in the<br />medicine cabinet."<br /><br />Then her silhouette faded from the curtain. The spike heels of her boots<br />sounded on the tiled floor. The door opened. It closed with a bang,<br />leaving Boyd alone and wondering if he were completely insane.<br /><br />The thought still plagued him several minutes later. He stood at the<br />bathroom door, showered, teeth brushed, dried and clean. Why was he<br />going back out to Lucia? Why was his heart beating faster as he wondered<br />what she had in store for him next? It was unfathomable, yet so simple.<br />She was his Mistress and he her slave. She ordered, and he now willingly<br />obeyed. Accepting it with a sigh, Boyd opened the door and went in<br />search of Lucia, ready and eager to submit to whatever evil scheme<br />lurked in the depths of her devilish mind.<br /><br />All of them, his wife, Faith, included, were clustered around a table.<br />Each sipped at a drink and smoked a cigarette. He wondered at that.<br />Faith had never smoked a whole cigarette by herself. Occasionally she<br />took his and indulged in a puff or two, that was all. But now she had<br />one going all to herself. It was a bad habit. He didn't want his wife to<br />take it up. He bit his tongue. Now was not the time to complain about<br />it.<br /><br />He saw that they'd saved a chair for him as he neared the table. A drink<br />was also waiting, he noticed, and a cigarette. Maybe his ordeal was<br />over. Perhaps it had been on the order of an initiation, or something<br />like that.<br /><br />"Have a chair, Boyd," Dirk said friendly.<br /><br />Boyd stopped behind the empty chair. Faith was sitting next to Dirk,<br />between him and the big nigger. Her eyes looked different, funny. She<br />smiled at him and half giggled. Boyd mistakenly assumed she was laughing<br />at what had happened to him. She had seen it, all of it except the part<br />in the shower, and Lucia had probably told them all about that. He<br />couldn't meet her gaze. Mumbling a thank you to Dirk, he lowered his<br />eyes and took his seat.<br /><br />Looking down at the table, he picked up his drink and took a deep pull.<br />The cigarette struck him as odd when he put down the drink beside it. It<br />was handmade, rolled in brown paper.<br /><br />"Smoke your cigarette, Boyd," Lucia said, her voice hostess-warm now.<br />"It'll make the world look like a better place in a jiffy. I guarantee<br />it."<br /><br />He picked it up and held it between thumb and forefinger, examining it<br />closely. He knew what it was now. Once or twice he'd seen cigarettes<br />like this one when he was in the navy. "Pot?" he asked.<br /><br />"The best you can get," Buck said, grinning and slurring his words<br />slightly. "A civilian friend of mine gets them for me when I ask him to.<br />He don't say where ... I don't ask. Smoke up, man. We done got ahead of<br />you while you was in there cleaning up. Especially this sweet little gal<br />of yours. This must be her first pot, huh? Man, oh man. She's really<br />turning on--ain't you, honey?" he asked, turning to face Faith.<br /><br />Faith turned her smiling face to Buck's. "You know it, black daddy," she<br />giggled, looking into his eyes as her hand moved under the table.<br />"Ooooh," she sighed, closing her eyes in rapture. "That turns me on,<br />too!"<br /><br />"Is black gettin' more beautiful, baby? You wanna get you some of it?"<br /><br />"Mmmm-hmm! I always heard black dick was the best. You gonna prove it to<br />me, daddy?"<br /><br />"Hooo-weee, yes!" Buck yelled happily, taking Faith's face between his<br />big hands and kissing her full on the mouth.<br /><br />Boyd started to get up, to protest and go around the table and jerk them<br />apart. Then he saw Lucia's sternly disapproving glare, and sat meekly<br />back down, trembling as he sipped at his drink. His wife's mouth opened.<br />She sucked in Buck's tongue and sighed longingly, locking her mouth to<br />his as her cheeks hollowed in suction. Boyd's glass chattered as he put<br />it on the table.<br /><br />After what seemed like an eternity to Boyd, Buck pulled his thick, brown<br />lips from Faith's puckered mouth. His big hand took hers and moved it up<br />to her mouth, putting the half-smoked cigarette to her lips. "Suck some<br />more pot, baby. Being high on grass makes fuckin' so much better! When<br />you're way up there ... when you come when you're way high ... Lordy!<br />Seems like it just goes on forever and ever! Makes you think you gonna<br />die for sure and don't care even if you does! Suck it, Faith baby, suck<br />some more stick!"<br /><br />Squinting her eyes against the harsh smoke, Faith closed her lips over<br />the soggy end of her reefer. She sucked in loud and deep, pulling the<br />smoke directly down into her lungs. Then she held her breath until her<br />eyes began to bug before she exhaled a tiny puff of smoke. The rest had<br />been absorbed into her system, the desired result.<br /><br />"Jew see that?" she demanded proudly of all. "I'm gettin' the hang of<br />it. Didn't cough once! How 'bout that?"<br /><br />Boyd dropped his eyes as Faith brought the pot to her lips again. He<br />heard her sucking harshly. Cursing under his breath, he picked up his<br />own reefer and brought it to his lips.<br /><br />"Allow me," a sickeningly sweet voice offered.<br /><br />A lighter jumped under his nose and flashed to life. A hand moved the<br />flame to the end of Boyd's cigarette and held it there as he puffed a<br />fire onto the end of it. He inhaled a small puff and felt like it was<br />ripping out his lungs. When he finished coughing, the hazy glow was<br />already beginning to seep over him.<br /><br />"Thanks," Boyd said, turning to look up the arm with the lighter. Harold<br />smiled at him, his eyes dancing with admiration.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 7<br /><br /><br />That fatuous smile. He knew he was grinning like an idiot but couldn't<br />help it. Ridiculous, Boyd thought, bringing the roach to his lips and<br />taking a last puff before he reached out and dropped the stick of pot,<br />so short now that it felt hot to his fingers, into the ash tray at the<br />center of the table.<br /><br />It was nice, though. He had to admit that the effect was pleasant. His<br />body was so light, so buoyant. He closed his eyes. Faith's voice came to<br />him from afar. A schoolgirl giggle. She was happy. It was good. He<br />wanted her to be happy, just as he was.<br /><br />How strange. How fantastically odd. Liquid ... he was turning into<br />liquid. It was a pleasant sensation. He sighed and let it come. The<br />chair would no longer contain him. All the bones in his body were gone<br />now. Somehow the fluid managed to retain a resemblance of Boyd Dunston,<br />and clung together in a slushy whole.<br /><br />With no bones to support the oozy mass his body had become, he began to<br />slip from the chair. Like the cartoon cat who is thrown against the<br />fence and flows liquidlike down onto the ground, Boyd felt himself<br />flowing out of the chair. How smooth, how graceful it was. Very slowly<br />he flowed from the chair in utter contentment. His feet stopped under<br />the center of the table. They refused to go any farther, and began to<br />dissolve and puddle. His legs also puddled at that point and joined his<br />now completely fluid feet.<br /><br />His buttocks passed over the edge of the chair painlessly, flowed easily<br />down onto the floor and were sucked into the puddle he was becoming.<br />Spineless and flexible, his torso slithered snakelike out of the chair<br />and slurped into the liquid mass on the floor. The carpet began to<br />absorb him, his fluid self soaking into the fabric and spreading like<br />ink dropped onto a blotter, fusing with it, becoming a stain, a<br />permanent part of the carpet.<br /><br />Panic gripped him. His head was still on the chair, balanced<br />precariously on the edge of the seat and separated from the rest of his<br />rapidly disappearing body. The head wanted to dive off the chair and<br />into the fluid that was his body, to become a part of the stain on<br />Lucia's carpet, to remain there forever and feel bliss again and again<br />as Lucia walked over the spot. The head floundered, could not make it,<br />was left behind.<br /><br />Groaning aloud at the unbearable separation, Boyd jerked open his eyes.<br />He blinked. He was back sitting in the chair. The others were still at<br />the table, grinning at him, giggling. He hadn't turned to fluid at all!<br />It had seemed so real, so real!<br /><br />Looking from one face to the next, his gaze moved around the table.<br />Lucia sat beside him. Her eyes danced with evil, an awesome and<br />beautiful thing to behold. Bess looked bored. Piss on Bess. Tanya,<br />licking her lips and smiling at him. Lovely. Tanya, exotic Tanya. Dirk,<br />masterful and confident, with his arm about Faith's naked shoulders, his<br />hand cupping her tit. Faith, sighing as she rubbed her neck against<br />Dirk's leather-covered arm, smiling and looking Boyd in the eye. Buck,<br />big black Buck, the jolly black giant. Faith's arm dangled across Buck.<br />Her hand was moving in his lap. Then Harold. Fat Harold, devouring Boyd<br />with his eyes, as if he knew Boyd would soon be his.<br /><br />Lucia got to her feet. "I think we're all in the mood to see a little<br />exhibition, now. Clear the table, Bess."<br /><br />The bored expression melted from Bess' face. She jumped to her feet and<br />picked a tray off the floor beside her chair. Moving around the table,<br />she picked up each glass and put it on the tray. Harold's pudgy hand<br />patted affectionately at her butt.<br /><br />"Stop it, Harold!" she snapped. "I'm really not your type, am I? What's<br />the matter? Boyd got you so worked up that all rumps look alike to you?"<br />She laughed, turning her head back to throw him a mocking look. Then she<br />jerked her body quickly, her swaying tit splatting resoundingly into<br />Harold's face. She picked up the tray, backing away from the table and<br />laughing uproariously.<br /><br />"Okay, Tanya," Lucia said with a grin. "Feed Faith and Boyd some of that<br />sweet chocolate box."<br /><br />Her eyes gleaming in anticipation, Tanya stood and ripped off her skimpy<br />sarong. One brown foot came onto her chair, then the other. Careful not<br />to tip the table, Tanya placed one foot at its center and then stepped<br />up. Looking from first Boyd to Faith, then back again, she stroked<br />sensually at her upper thighs and lower belly. Her hand cupped over her<br />cunt and pressed, her eyes closing for a second as she savored the<br />moment.<br /><br />With her eyes still closed, Tanya asked, "Which one first, Lucia? The<br />Southern Gentleman, or his lily white lady?"<br /><br />Fascinated, Boyd watched as Tanya turned toward him and slowly sank her<br />middle finger up into her pussy. It came back out just as slowly,<br />glistening now with a coating of her slippery, clear fluid. Again she<br />inserted the finger into herself, this time cooing Boyd's name as it<br />disappeared.<br /><br />"The Southern Gentleman's too eager," Lucia chuckled. "See how he's<br />licking his lips? Feed his lady first. Faith has never tasted cunt, have<br />you, baby," Lucia asked, turning to see Faith's reaction.<br /><br />The sight made Lucia howl with glee. There sat Faith, her face clearly<br />showing terror at the prospect of putting her mouth to the Negress'<br />crotch. She shook her head and tried to rise. She couldn't get to her<br />feet. Every time she got her butt off the chair, it plopped right back<br />down. But her hands were under the table, one wrapped tightly around<br />Dirk's hard cock, the other gripping Buck, as far as possible. She could<br />not or would not release their organs, even as Tanya knelt and struck<br />her cunt-slick finger into Faith's open mouth.<br /><br />"Lick it clean, Scarlet," Tanya taunted, twisting and wiping her finger<br />on Faith's tongue.<br /><br />"Noo," Faith moaned, jerking her head to the side. Both her hands came<br />from under the table and shoved at Tanya's hand.<br /><br />Everyone thought it was funny. Even Boyd couldn't restrain himself from<br />joining in the loud burst of laughter.<br /><br />"Hold her," Lucia hissed.<br /><br />Buck and Dirk stifled their heehaws and each took one of Faith's upper<br />arms, sitting her firmly back down into her seat. They held her there as<br />Lucia came around the table and stopped directly behind Faith's chair.<br /><br />"Pretty girl ... pretty girl," Lucia murmured, stroking the palm of her<br />right hand over the back of Faith's head. "I could come to love you,<br />Faith. I may take you away from Boyd completely and let you live with<br />Dirk and me. You can sleep in the middle. We'll both make love to you<br />every night. Would you like that, baby? Would you?"<br /><br />"NO!" Faith screamed. "You're insane ... completely insane!"<br /><br />Fingers gripped into Faith's hair and jerked her head roughly back until<br />she was staring up at the ceiling. Lucia's face came over her, a wicked<br />smile playing at her lips.<br /><br />"We'll see, baby," Lucia said, "we'll see. You're made for sex. Before<br />this party is over you'll find that out. We're gonna turn you on, doll.<br />All the way on!"<br /><br />The smile faded from Lucia's mouth. Her tongue licked at her parting<br />lips, moistening them as her face descended closer and closer to<br />Faith's.<br /><br />Unable to move anything but her legs, Faith watched wide-eyed as Lucia's<br />moist, red lips came ever closer to her mouth. The tip of her pink<br />tongue licked nervously at her own lips. Lucia meant to kiss her, Faith<br />realized. Lust glittered in Lucia's half-closed eyes as Faith looked<br />pleadingly up into them. "No, Lucia ... no please don't," Faith asked<br />timorously.<br /><br />Lucia ignored her pleas. She brought her lips lightly into contact with<br />Faith's, rubbing gently from side to side, brushing Faith's lips with<br />her own. "Yes, Faith ... oh, yes, baby," she whispered, her lips<br />flitting in a butterfly-like caress as she formed the words with her<br />mouth against Faith's.<br /><br />Then Lucia could stand it no more. She groaned aloud and opened her<br />mouth wide, covering Faith's mouth entirely with her lips. Her hand shot<br />up and fingers pressed at Faith's chin until her mouth came open. Lucia<br />jabbed in with her tongue, tasting the sweetness of Faith's oral cavity.<br />She licked at Faith's tongue, the walls of her cheeks, the roof of her<br />mouth, sighing all the while and rocking her face with her eyes clamped<br />tightly shut.<br /><br />At first Faith remained passive. There was nothing she could do to<br />prevent what was happening to her. But she didn't have to like it, and<br />was determined to show no response whatsoever. It was perverted for one<br />woman to kiss another like Lucia was kissing her. It was wicked,<br />unnatural. She shut her eyes to it.<br /><br />The tongue kept at her, caressing her tongue, her cheeks, darting about<br />inside her mouth, the face rocked on above her, soft and velvety.<br />Lucia's perfume caught in her nostrils as she drew in a breath. Soft<br />lips, soft face, erotic scent, small darting tongue that continually<br />caressed the inside of her mouth. Perverted? Was it really? Yes. But<br />nice ... nice.<br /><br />Suddenly Faith's tongue began to answer Lucia's. She licked back at it,<br />at the rough top, at the smooth, silky undersurface. It was good, a<br />sweet tongue, pleasant to the taste. A tremor passed through her body.<br />How thrilling it was to kiss Lucia! She wanted more of her ... more. A<br />guttural moan coming up from her throat, Faith formed her lips around<br />Lucia's tongue and sucked harshly. She drew it deeper into her now<br />willing mouth, caressing it, loving it. She had it all now. The tip of<br />her tongue played back and forth at the frenum under the base of<br />Lucia's. The tip of Lucia's tongue licked at the back of her throat. How<br />wonderful to be kissed by Lucia. As far as Faith was concerned, it could<br />go on forever.<br /><br />Then it was ending. Lucia was pulling her mouth away. Faith groaned a<br />protest as Lucia's tongue slipped out of her mouth. She opened her eyes.<br />Lucia was smiling down at her. "Again," Faith pleaded. "Kiss me again."<br /><br />Lucia dropped her head and planted several little pecks over Faith's<br />face. "See, baby? I know more about you than you know about yourself.<br />I'll love you some more later. It's time for bigger and better things,<br />now."<br /><br />The clutching fingers released her hair and Faith felt her head being<br />pushed upright again. Her chair was jerked back from the table a little<br />way. Lucia's hands came to her head again, pushing it forward and down<br />toward the table.<br /><br />"Now, Tanya," Lucia urged. "Feed her, now."<br /><br />Tanya was on her back. She scooted out till her ass hung at the edge of<br />the table. Her feet braced beside her brown buttocks for a second, then<br />she changed her mind and drew up her thighs against her chest.<br /><br />Faith watched the dark cunt lips relax and open as Tanya settled into a<br />final knee-to-chest position. Red-tipped brown fingers stroked around<br />each side of the brown ass. The fingertips hooked dark outer lips and<br />pulled open Tanya's cunt as Faith's face was being pushed against it.<br />For a fleeting second the inside of Tanya's cunt was visible. It was<br />blood engorged and red-looking, just like a white woman's when she's<br />sexually aroused. It startled Faith. Somehow she'd expected it to be<br />black on the inside, too.<br /><br />It covered her mouth and nose, feeling all warm and moist and slippery.<br />She'd expected to get sick at her stomach with the first contact. To her<br />surprise, Faith found it pleasant rather than sickening. Tanya's organs<br />were not at all dirty or foul smelling. She liked the aroma. It was a<br />musky, womany smell. She liked the feel of such softness covering her<br />mouth. Her tongue went out gingerly, lapping up inside Tanya to explore<br />the taste.<br /><br />Lucia pulled Faith's head away from Tanya's cunt. Looking down into her<br />eyes, she asked, "Well?"<br /><br />"Turn me loose," Faith requested softly.<br /><br />Immediately Lucia let go of her head. "Hands off, boys," she told Dirk<br />and Buck. "I think Faith's ready to join the party all the way now."<br /><br />The restraining male hands fell away. Faith made no effort to rise from<br />her chair. She gazed hotly into Tanya's pussy, her hands coming up to<br />reach out and touch it. Her left hand stroking lovingly at Tanya's<br />upraised thigh, she traced up and down the dark slit with the fingertips<br />of her right. Such perfect smoothness! Tanya was every bit as delicious<br />feeling as Faith was herself. Often she had wished she could bend her<br />back enough to kiss her own pussy. She'd tried, but it'd proved<br />impossible.<br /><br />Now here was Tanya, beautiful from head to toe, with her pussy right in<br />Faith's face and just begging to be kissed. It seemed so natural. Faith<br />sighed and leaned forward. Pursing her lips and closing her eyes, she<br />planted a tender kiss in the very center of Tanya's lovely brown cunt.<br />With the fingers of both hands, Faith pulled open the soft cunt lips.<br />She stuck in her nose and inhaled. There was nothing chocolaty about<br />Tanya's smell. It was woman scent--heady, exciting, scrumptious!<br /><br />Her hands trembling with eagerness, Faith cupped Tanya's hips and moved<br />her mouth into position. She whimpered, then opened her mouth and<br />covered the dark pussy completely. It was the most thrilling thing Faith<br />had ever done. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Her pulse pounded at<br />her temples. Not content with tasting Tanya's outer cunt alone, Faith<br />extended her tongue slowly up the girl's vagina.<br /><br />The secretions from the vaginal wells collected on Faith's taste buds.<br />How sweet! How utterly delicious! She probed up the dark, velvety tunnel<br />until her tongue felt chafed by the sharp edges of her lower teeth. When<br />her taste organ could reach no farther, Faith licked around and around,<br />lapping at Tanya's insides until she had to swallow.<br /><br />"Ohh, baby ... baby," Tanya sighed, as Faith pulled her mouth away and<br />swallowed the cunt juice. "That was divine!"<br /><br />Looking up into Tanya's face, Faith licked at her lips and smiled. "Oh,<br />yess," she agreed. "It was!"<br /><br />"Love me some more ... just like you did," Tanya urged hotly.<br /><br />It was exactly what Faith had in mind. She bent her head and brought her<br />mouth back to Tanya's saliva-wet vulva. Her tongue lashed out and<br />eagerly licked up between the slick cunt lips. She found Tanya's excited<br />clitoris at the top folds of her opening and flicked it back and forth<br />with the tip of her tongue. The inner lips came next. She licked all<br />around the sensitive elliptical hole, not giving a damn if what she was<br />doing might be considered perverted or not.<br /><br />"Well, Boyd? What do you think of that?" Lucia asked.<br /><br />A grunt was his only answer. It was the most erotic sight he had ever<br />seen. Once, on pass down in Mexico, he had seen two women make this kind<br />of love. But they had gone about it so businesslike, so<br />matter-of-factly. But this was his wife! And she was not just<br />pretending, she was putting her all into the lewd act. Faith was<br />passionate as hell. Tanya, too. Both of them were totally absorbed in<br />what they were doing, loving every minute of it!<br /><br />Boyd sat there trembling, watching as Faith's hands stroked the heaving<br />brown belly. White fingers found brown tits, closed around them,<br />squeezed urgently. Then Faith began massaging Tanya's breasts as her<br />mouth worked incessantly down her cunt. Soon Tanya was moaning<br />constantly and writhing about on the table, with Faith's mouth and hands<br />following and fondling, seemingly anticipating every move.<br /><br />Tanya never yelled out or announced her orgasm, but it was plain for all<br />to see. Her face contorted first, her eyes clamping shut and her lips<br />drawing back over her teeth. Then her breathing turned to gasps and<br />sighs. Her body began to tremble and tense. Then, all in one movement,<br />her hands gripped into fists, she threw back her head and elevated her<br />shoulders from the table, her legs flopped down around Faith's head and<br />locked her pleasure-giving mouth tightly to her cunt, her stomach<br />muscles began rippling spasmodically, and her breathing sounded like<br />someone dying of asthma. She shuddered and gasped at the end, then<br />collapsed like a soggy hunk of bread.<br /><br />As soon as Tanya's legs fell away from Faith's head, Lucia urged her up<br />and took her into her arms. "Turn her around and let Boyd eat her before<br />she cools down," she said to Dirk, talking over Faith's shoulder. Then<br />she hugged Faith to her and kissed her cunt-slick mouth without<br />bothering to wipe off Tanya's juice.<br /><br />Faith was ready for anything. She eagerly took Lucia's probing tongue<br />into her mouth and sucked it. It seemed so natural to put her arms<br />around the woman and return her embrace. Their tits mashed together. The<br />leather bra felt cool and strange as it pressed against her. But it was<br />nice, caressing. Hazily Faith recalled Lucia telling her that she loved<br />the feel of leather on her bare skin, She'd have to try it herself. The<br />skirt rubbed against her bare stomach. Oh yes ... a leather outfit was<br />definitely the next item on her wardrobe list!<br /><br />"Trouble here," Bess called. "Boyd doesn't want to eat cunt."<br /><br />Lucia patted Faith affectionately on the bare ass, then left and went<br />around the table. She got two quirts out and gave one to Bess. Both<br />women began thrashing at Boyd with the quirts, Lucia all the while<br />demanding that he go down on Tanya. In less than a minute he saw it her<br />way and was hurrying to put his head between the Negress' widespread<br />thighs. He went at it with gusto, licking and slurping as if it was the<br />best tasting thing in the whole world.<br /><br />"You see that he keeps at it till Tanya hollers uncle," Lucia admonished<br />Bess.<br /><br />Harold came up behind Boyd and stood behind his chair. The sultan's<br />costume was now discarded. He had a tube of surgical jelly in one hand<br />and his stiff dick in the other. He looked imploringly at Lucia.<br /><br />"Dirk," Lucia said, nodding to Harold, "you and Buck pull Tanya part way<br />across the table. Bess, see that Boyd keeps his mouth on her cunt."<br /><br /><br />Chapter 8<br /><br /><br />It was not necessary for Bess to whip Boyd into following Tanya's cunt<br />with his mouth. She did, though, and beamed down proudly at the red<br />welts her quirt-swinging hand brought to his naked butt. So much did she<br />enjoy beating the slobbering and whimpering Boyd that she could not stop<br />even when Tanya was in the final position. Like a madwoman she sighed<br />and grunted as she rained blow after blow down upon Boyd's vulnerable<br />posterior.<br /><br />Even Lucia's sharp command telling her to quit went unheard, something<br />that had never happened before, because she greatly feared Lucia. Envied<br />her, too. The way Lucia could master the lowly male and subjugate him to<br />her iron will had always awed Bess. She wanted that kind of power for<br />herself, and was now lost in rapture with the illusion that finally she<br />had it.<br /><br />"Lucia! She's making hamburger out of Boyd's rear," Faith protested.<br />"Stop her ... please."<br /><br />"Dirk? Take care of it, will you, honey?" Lucia asked, nodding over to<br />Bess.<br /><br />"That's enough, Bess," Dirk said sternly, going around the table to take<br />away her quirt before Boyd suffered permanent harm.<br /><br />But Bess was too far gone. In her false feeling of omnipotence, she<br />sneered at him and drew back her arm for another whack at Boyd. When<br />Dirk stepped between them, preventing her blow, Bess raged and swung the<br />quirt at him instead.<br /><br />The leather thongs hit against Dirk's leather shirt, sounding as if it<br />were a very painful blow. In reality, Dirk barely felt it. He merely<br />shook his head and grabbed Bess' arm. She cursed loudly as he snatched<br />the quirt from her hand. In frustration she tried to kick at his shins.<br />A few of her ineffective kicks glanced off his shins, feeling painful<br />enough that Dirk wanted no more of it.<br /><br />He slapped her soundly across the face, then picked her up under one arm<br />and carried her to the back of the room. With Bess fighting him tooth<br />and nail, and raining a verbal torrent of abuse upon him, Dirk opened<br />the bathroom door and shoved her inside. Jerking back the shower<br />curtain, he pitched Bess into the stall, harem-girl costume and all.<br /><br />"You're out of character, Bess," he said calmly. "Playing the hellcat<br />doesn't become you in the least. Maybe this will cool you down."<br /><br />With that, he turned on the cold water full blast and laughed<br />uproariously as Bess sputtered and pushed the hair back out of her eyes.<br />To be sure she stayed long enough in the shower, he sat down on the<br />commode and laughingly shoved her back under the cold spray each time<br />she tried to escape. Finally she was her old submissive self again,<br />drenched and shivering and offering no resistance.<br /><br />"Gonna behave yourself now?" asked Dirk. When she nodded agreement, he<br />helped her out of the soaked costume and gave her a towel. Then he went<br />back to join the party, leaving Bess as she rubbed the water out of her<br />hair.<br /><br />Things were progressing well. As Dirk came back into the orgy room, he<br />saw that Boyd was still going at Tanya's cunt. He was bent over the<br />table now, his butt poked out and taking another kind of beating. Harold<br />was gruntingly indulging in the activity he loved best. His pudgy hands<br />held Boyd's swaying hips as his dick plunged in and out of the<br />previously virgin asshole.<br /><br />Boyd didn't seem to mind. Dirk had heard him squeal once while inside<br />the bathroom with Bess. But evidently that was over. The painful part<br />now past, Boyd appeared to have warmed to being buggered. In fact, he at<br />times pulled his mouth from Tanya's pussy to sigh longingly and hunch<br />back at Harold's cock. Dirk shook his head. It was true. It takes all<br />kinds to make a world.<br /><br />And Faith. Sweet Faith. She now had few, if any, inhibitions left. She<br />was on the table with Tanya, sitting on her shoulders and rubbing her<br />pussy against Tanya's mouth. And Tanya wasn't fighting against it,<br />either. She held Faith to her, her hands and fingers digging into<br />Faith's buttocks and helping to rock the cunt back and forth over her<br />mouth.<br /><br />Two jobs kept Faith's hands jumping. For a few seconds she would cradle<br />Tanya's head and press it tightly into her loins, then she would release<br />the head and run her hands up the front of her body. Sighing deeply,<br />Faith would then cup and fondle her own breasts, getting rougher and<br />rougher until her fingers were twisting and burying into the soft<br />globes. Last came her nipples, caught between thumb and forefinger, held<br />captive for a second before Faith whimpered and pinched down on them<br />with all her strength. Then, gasping and licking at her lips, Faith<br />would drop her hands and clasp Tanya's head once more, pulling it<br />harshly against her and groaning as she chanted, "Suck... suck... suck!"<br /><br />Lucia and Buck. Where were they? A moment later he found them, more from<br />the sounds than from sight, in a darkened corner. Lucia's leather skirt<br />was hiked up around her waist. The bra was off entirely. Buck was the<br />one man, other than Dirk, that Lucia accepted as her superior. She'd<br />tried to dominate him once, but had wound up getting raped and loving<br />every minute of it. Buck was too much man in every way for her to<br />master.<br /><br />He was again proving it to both their satisfaction at this minute. Lucia<br />lay on her back on the floor, with Buck atop her and hunching his brown<br />ass brutally down into her. Her mouth was locked to his, her fingers<br />clawing at his back. Her widespread legs thrashed about and quivered<br />each time he slammed her cunt full of thick, long, black cock.<br /><br />For a moment Dirk knelt beside them and watched. Seeing Buck stroke his<br />pole in and out of Lucia's twat always made his own penis rear up in<br />readiness. It strained against the confines of his tight leather<br />trousers, demanding relief, to be freed from its painful prison.<br /><br />A flap of the same color and texture as the rest of the leather his<br />trousers were made from buttoned into the pants. The buttonholes were in<br />the pants themselves, the buttons in the removable crotch covering. It<br />was tricky to take off the crotch gap with the pants on, but Dirk<br />managed to undo the two buttons that lay between his balls and asshole.<br />He sighed. They were the hardest ones to get undone. After they were<br />loose, he could raise up the flap and reach inside to unfasten the rest<br />of the buttons.<br /><br />As he lifted the flap, his rigid organ stood hard and proud also. Taking<br />one of his wife's hands from Buck's back, Dirk brought it to his cock<br />and pressed her fingers around his shaft. She held it tightly and made<br />little jerking motions as Dirk unhooked the rest of his buttons. He'd<br />intended to crawl up beside their heads and turn Lucia's face to the<br />side so he could put his cock into her mouth for a blowjob while Buck<br />finished screwing her pussy.<br /><br />It was no good. Before he could act, Lucia began moaning with the onset<br />of orgasm and jerked away her hand to cup both of Buck's pistoning<br />buttocks and help him slam his pelvis yet harder against hers. The only<br />thing his wife could now think about was the flood of pleasure sweeping<br />over her body. Dirk didn't dare put his organ in her mouth when she was<br />in this condition. Not any more he didn't. He still bore scars on the<br />shaft of his dick from the one time she'd had it in her mouth while<br />experiencing as intense an orgasm as this one promised to be.<br /><br />After coming, she would be of no use to him for several minutes, at the<br />very least. The tension had been building within her since breakfast<br />that morning. When she went, with Buck's big cock doing the sending,<br />she'd be able to do nothing but lie there and quiver for some moments,<br />not even knowing or caring where she was.<br /><br />It was a beautiful sight to see her blow her mind like that, and to<br />listen to the unearthly sounds she uttered while in the throes of such a<br />soul-rending climax. It was coming now. Dirk sat down beside them and<br />watched. Lucia jerked her mouth from Buck's and "Ooohed" and "Mmmmed" as<br />her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes were shut tight to close out<br />everything but the tide of pleasure cresting her loins. She gasped as<br />the crest broke and flooded out through her body, going to even the tips<br />of her fingers and toes and leaving her flesh a twitching, shuddering<br />mass everywhere it passed.<br /><br />Suddenly, she screamed out like a banshee and slapped down at the floor<br />with the palms of her hands. The soles of her boots hit the floor at<br />almost the same time. Feet, hands, and elbows pressed down at the carpet<br />and Buck, big and heavy as he was, was being lifted into the air atop<br />Lucia's slender and shuddering female body. Her head snapped back to<br />support her arched position. Her lust-dazed eyes stared blankly at the<br />near wall as she planted the top of her head into the carpet like an<br />anchor.<br /><br />Her hands left the floor and went under her body. Both elbows sank into<br />the plush carpet as she palmed a buttock in each hand. Fingernails raked<br />at the cheeks of her ass, bringing painful red welts to add to and<br />heighten the sex pleasure on to a greater peak. Feet, elbows, and the<br />top of her head. That, and Buck's bare toes, was all that remained on<br />the floor as Lucia sank her teeth into Buck's brown shoulder and hurtled<br />over the end of the world into the personality-obliterating bliss of<br />utter orgasmic darkness.<br /><br />The unearthly sounds came pouring up from Lucia's chest and throat. Some<br />sounded like animals fighting, but not any animals that are known today.<br />Something either out of prehistoric times or from another, and totally<br />alien, planet. Ghostly sounds came also from deep within her, sounds so<br />far removed from humanlike utterances that they would chill the blood of<br />anyone not able to see what had caused them. Other sounds came, too,<br />some common to a female in the shuddering depths of orgasm, some not<br />near enough to familiar sounds to even permit description.<br /><br />Then, sobbing at the end, Lucia threw her arms and legs up around Buck's<br />powerful body and collapsed, with him falling atop her, rolling with her<br />back and forth over the floor.<br /><br />Dirk left them, neither Buck nor his wife ever becoming fully aware that<br />he'd been playing the voyeur at their expense. He felt neglected. Lucia<br />and Buck were spent for the time being. Tanya was still sucking Faith's<br />pussy as Boyd sucked hers and took Harold's prick up his ass at the same<br />time. The ache in his organ demanded that Dirk find some means of<br />relief. Bess would soon be coming out of the bathroom, but she was less<br />fun than jacking off. Sam was the only one that could really turn old<br />weirdo Bess on to full steam. Bess would have to wait awhile longer for<br />that long, pointed dick. Playing the host for what he thought was a long<br />enough period, it was now time for some sex to come Dirk's way.<br /><br />The one who turned him on the most was Faith. She'd been getting her<br />cunt sucked long enough. It was now time for her to have cock, his cock.<br />His organ standing out, his balls exposed and swaying, Dirk went to the<br />table and stopped in front of Faith. She didn't see him. Her eyes were<br />closed and her hands were busy trying to stuff Tanya's head up into her<br />pussy.<br /><br />What a shame to bust up such uninhibited goings on, he thought. Deciding<br />that he could wait a little longer, Dirk reached out and took Faith's<br />puckered brown nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. That she<br />noticed.<br /><br />Her eyes coming open and staring glassily at him, Faith mumbled, "W-what<br />the h-hell?" It was many seconds later before she recognized who stood<br />in front of her swaying body. "Dirk!" she said happily, glancing down at<br />his fingers. "Yes, darling. I'm still in your hands for the duration of<br />the party. Do it, Dirk! Do it! You know how to hurt me so good!"<br /><br />Bending forward and putting their mouths together, Dirk began tightening<br />down slowly on her nipples as he drew her tongue into his oral cavity<br />and sucked it. Soon Faith was sighing and moaning sweetly into his<br />mouth, telling him how wonderful her tits felt at his touch. He took her<br />to the point where she was gasping at the intensity of pain he imparted<br />to her nipples.<br /><br />"Ummmm ... Oouu," she uttered, throwing back her head and gritting her<br />teeth to keep from screaming out. "Oh God, Dirk! Jesus ... You're<br />hurting me now, darling. I mean really hurting me. Let up for a minute,<br />will you?"<br /><br />"I'm just getting started, Faith Baby," he said through a crooked smile.<br />"When I'm finished with you, you'll know for sure whether you're a true<br />masochist or not."<br /><br />"No, Dirk ... no," Faith moaned, looking askance at his leering grin.<br /><br />"Here it comes, baby. Brace yourself!" Dirk hissed, then dug his fingers<br />brutally into her soft nipples.<br /><br />"Aargh! God! Oh my God! Aargh!"<br /><br />It was unbearable. Faith stared uncomprehendingly at Dirk. She'd gotten<br />the impression that any pain would stop when it ceased to be pleasurable<br />to her. It had seemed like an unspoken agreement between them earlier.<br />But not now ... not now!<br /><br />He was killing her. Brutally, his fingers bit into her tender nipples,<br />twisting them this way and that, pulling them out and stretching them as<br />far as the flesh could go without tearing. She couldn't stand it another<br />minute! Not another second! "Dirk ... oh shit ... don't hurt me any<br />more. Please stop ... Please! I can't stand it ... I can't!"<br /><br />Dirk relented. He liked Faith too much to ignore her pleas. As always,<br />he found that causing pain was no thrill for him as long as the<br />recipient did not enjoy it. Maybe he'd been mistaken about Faith.<br />Perhaps she was not a latent masochist at all, but merely a budding<br />hedonist that possessed the ability to enjoy all things up to their<br />saturation points.<br /><br />"Okay, sweet stuff," he said, gazing tenderly into her frantic eyes as<br />he let go of her swollen nipples. "You win."<br /><br />As her tits fell free, Faith's eyes became even more frantic. Her face<br />screwed up in bittersweet agony. A broken sob escaped her twitching<br />mouth.<br /><br />"What's the matter, baby? What's wrong?"<br /><br />"Oh, Dirk! Sweet Dirk!" Faith exclaimed loudly. She looked into his<br />concerned eyes and smiled a pain-racked smile. "That was wonderful ...<br />simply marvelous."<br /><br />"I thought you didn't like it."<br /><br />"Me too. That's what I thought too, Dirk. Then, when you so suddenly<br />turned loose ... Mmmm! It was even better going back down than it was<br />coming up!"<br /><br />"Yeah. Okay, baby. I've got you pegged now. Want me to do it again?"<br /><br />"No! Oh God, but they're gonna be sore as hell now."<br /><br />"You can call the shots. When you say quit, I'll do it from now on."<br /><br />"Really? Are you sure, Dirk? You'll stop the instant I ask you, to?"<br /><br />"Promise."<br /><br />"Well ... In that case. Lift me off of here. There's something else I'd<br />like to try."<br /><br />Dirk grinned. "Yep. Just as I thought. A budding hedonist."<br /><br />"A budding what?" Faith asked, putting her arms around Dirk as he lifted<br />her from Tanya's mouth and shoulders.<br /><br />"Ask me next week sometime. I'm not in the mood to play dictionary right<br />now," Dirk replied, looking hotly into Faith's eyes as he stepped back<br />from the table and let her soft body slide down his.<br /><br />"Mmmm! That leather!"<br /><br />"You like the feel of it on your skin?"<br /><br />"And how," she said. "I'm going to get me an outfit made from leather<br />and wear it around the house all the time!"<br /><br />"It'll lose its thrill for you if you do that. Over exposure. Too much<br />of a good thing, you know what I mean."<br /><br />"I dunno, daddy," she cooed, rubbing sensually against him. "Can you get<br />too much of a good thing? Really?"<br /><br />"Want me to pinch your tits?"<br /><br />"No!"<br /><br />"Get the point?"<br /><br />"Okay ... I get the point, all right. In fact, I think I'm getting<br />another point," she said, opening her legs to rise on tiptoes and<br />squeeze Dirk's prick between her soft thighs.<br /><br />"You want that point, baby?"<br /><br />"Mmm, yes. But not right now. Oh, Dirk, don't be hurt. I just damn near<br />love you, honey. I'll take your point later, and you can be sure it'll<br />be well taken. There's something else I want you to do to me first.<br />That's all."<br /><br />"Name it, my little hedonist," Dirk said warmly.<br /><br />"Be my daddy. I've been a naughty girl. Naughty girls ought to be taken<br />over their daddy's knees and spanked."<br /><br /><br />Chapter 9<br /><br /><br />Faith let Dirk take her hand and lead her over to one of the couches.<br />She stood like a penitent child, as he sat down on the edge of the<br />cushion with his legs coming together to form a support for her to lie<br />across. With her head hung and staring down at the floor, Faith shifted<br />from one foot to the other, stealing a glance at Dirk from time to time,<br />just as she used to at her father when she was waiting for him to spank<br />her.<br /><br />"All right, Faith. Let's get it over with," Dirk said, reaching out and<br />grasping her wrist. He pulled her down across his lap, then spread his<br />legs till one supported her lower belly and one pressed against the<br />bottom of her breasts. "This is going to hurt me more than it is you,<br />young lady," he said, feigning the authority of a self-righteous father,<br />because Faith seemed to be taking the game so seriously.<br /><br />"You always say that, Daddy."<br /><br />"That's only because it's true. I get no pleasure from this sort of<br />thing. I don't like to hurt my little girl, you know that. But you have<br />to be disciplined."<br /><br />"Yes, Daddy. I know I've done a bad thing. A girl my age should know<br />better. But Tommy took advantage of me. He's older than me, you know.<br />He's thirteen and I'm barely twelve."<br /><br />"That's no excuse, Faith. Your mother and I have raised you properly.<br />You knew it was wrong."<br /><br />"Yes, Daddy. But I was curious. That's why I let him pull down my<br />panties and touch me there."<br /><br />"And did he also show you his Satan's rod?"<br /><br />"Yes. It was all hard and mean-looking. He made me take it in my hand<br />and play with it. But I wouldn't let him put it in me like he wanted to,<br />Daddy. Honest, I didn't. His finger. That's all I let him put in me."<br /><br />"For shame, child! For shame!" Dirk's voice sounded ultra-condemning,<br />but he could barely keep from laughing. Faith was into the playacting so<br />far that she had mentally regressed to a sexually awakening young girl.<br />There was no doubt in his mind that the scene they were now acting out<br />had happened to Faith, with her father playing his role, of course.<br /><br />"All right, Daddy. I'm ready for you to chastise me. Drive the devils<br />from my body and make me pure again.".<br /><br />"Yes, of course. It must be done," Dirk said, his hand coming up and<br />taking aim for Faith's luscious behind.<br /><br />Splat! The first swat hit, catching her on the right buttock and leaving<br />the reddened impression of his palm and fingers.<br /><br />"One devil gone," murmured Faith.<br /><br />"How many devils are inside you, Faith?"<br /><br />"At least a dozen, Daddy, maybe more. You'll drive them all from me,<br />won't you? It's the only way I can be a good Christian. The devils make<br />me do things that Christ wouldn't like."<br /><br />Dirk shook his head in wonder. What the hell kind of warped, religious<br />nut was her father? "Yes, sweetheart," he soothed, going on with the<br />game for Faith's benefit. "I'll drive all those evil devils out of my<br />little girl. Every last one of them."<br /><br />Then, counting his blows, Dirk smacked his open hand down onto Faith's<br />quivering ass eleven more times. Each time Faith hissed out a number,<br />keeping track of the total number of devils as each was driven from her<br />body. After the twelfth swat, Faith's rump was glowing pink all over.<br />She whimpered and wiggled about on his lap, her side brushing hotly<br />against Dirk's erect penis.<br /><br />"One more, Daddy. There's one more devil still inside me. He's the<br />biggest one of all. Make him leave, too. Drive him out."<br /><br />Drawing back his hand slowly, Dirk took careful aim and whacked down at<br />Faith's ass with great force. The smack sounded loudly out through the<br />room. It jolted Faith about on his lap, making her sob and whimper.<br /><br />"Is it gone now, Faith?"<br /><br />"No, Daddy. The devil's still in me. That worst one. The one that made<br />me let Tommy touch me. He glowed when Tommy put his finger up into me."<br /><br />"He's glowing now, I take it."<br /><br />"More than ever, Daddy ... more than ever. He's tormenting me something<br />awful!"<br /><br />Dirk was puzzled. What did Faith expect of him now? What had her father<br />done all those years ago that she wanted to relive? He decided to play<br />it by ear. "Well ... it's obvious that spanking won't drive out that<br />tenacious devil. There must be a way to get rid of him, though."<br /><br />"It helped a little when Tommy put his finger inside and wiggled it<br />around," said Faith, her voice barely a whisper.<br /><br />So that was it. The spanking had led to incest. But how far had it gone?<br />He didn't want to ask Faith point-blank whether her father had taken her<br />in intercourse or not. It would break the spell she was under--ruin the<br />whole thing for her.<br /><br />"Maybe if I touched you there, Faith," he mumbled.<br /><br />"It might help," she whispered.<br /><br />"Then I'll try it. But remember, daughter, it's only to drive out that<br />obstinate devil. It's for your good."<br /><br />"I won't tell Mother, Daddy. I won't tell anyone."<br /><br />"Turn over, child," he said, scooting back full onto the couch.<br /><br />Faith made a big issue of rubbing against his stiff dick as she turned<br />over onto her back. Then she settled down, sighing as her eyes went<br />shut. She lay quietly. Her head and shoulders rested on the couch. Her<br />legs were angled down with her heels pressing into the cushion, spread<br />far enough apart to make room for his hand between her soft thighs. In<br />that position her pelvis jutted up sharply, offering her pubis at the<br />topmost point, then sloping down to a flat stomach.<br /><br />Looking down at her, Dirk could tell that she was no longer Faith the<br />woman but had slipped back through the years completely now. She was<br />Faith the adolescent girl, lying on her father's lap in a highly<br />agitated state. Her expression was both fearful and at the same time<br />expectant. The heat from her freshly spanked bottom warmed his thighs as<br />she softened around them. Her hip pressed unconcernedly against his hard<br />dick. The sound of her breathing, the rise and fall of her belly and<br />breasts belied the calm composure she pretended.<br /><br />"Here, Faith? Is this where Tommy touched you?" asked Dirk, his<br />fingertips pressing lightly at her cunt.<br /><br />"Yes, Daddy, that's where. Are you going to put your finger in it like<br />Tommy did?"<br /><br />"Of course. If Tommy's finger sent the devil on the run, mine should<br />drive him out entirely, because it's bigger," Dirk told her, inserting<br />his middle finger slowly up into her warm vagina. "There," he said,<br />stopping when his palm came against her vulva, "Is he gone yet?"<br /><br />"He's dodging, Daddy. Maybe you'd hit him if you wiggled up inside me."<br /><br />Knowing what she wanted, Dirk massaged the walls of her vagina gently<br />and thoroughly. Little by little Faith began moaning and twisting about<br />on his lap. "It isn't helping, is it?" he asked in all seriousness.<br /><br />"It's only making him madder, Daddy. He's gone and built a fire up<br />inside of me. It's getting hotter and hotter. I don't think I can stand<br />it much longer."<br /><br />"You won't suffer the heat much longer, Faith. That devil is surely a<br />mean one. But don't you worry over it. I know how to take care of him.<br />Your mother has the same trouble from time to time. I can always drive<br />the devil from her, and I can do it for you, too."<br /><br />"How, Daddy? How?"<br /><br />Dirk picked her up in his arms and stood, then turned and laid her on<br />the couch. He put one of her legs up over the back of the couch, then<br />pushed her other leg off and placed her foot on the floor. Taking his<br />pulsing cock in hand, he knelt between her legs. "I've got a devil<br />stick, too. I'll drive him out with it."<br /><br />"But yours is so big, Daddy. I'm afraid it'll hurt me."<br /><br />"Only for a moment," he assured, coming atop her and working the head of<br />his dick into the softness of her damp pussy.<br /><br />Then, to give her the effect of first intercourse, Dick hunched forward<br />with all his might, hitting into her and planting his cock up into her<br />belly to the very hilt.<br /><br />"OOHHH ... OH, DADDY!!!" Faith screamed out shrilly, shutting her eyes<br />and making a face of intense pain. She began moaning and whimpering,<br />complaining that it was killing her.<br /><br />"It's the devil fighting for his life," Dirk grunted, stroking<br />rhythmically in and out of her cunt. "Help me slay him, Faith. The pain<br />will stop as soon as he's dead, I promise."<br /><br />Moaning assent, Faith threw her arms around him and began hunching up<br />her cunt to meet his powerful thrusts. Seconds later she breathlessly<br />informed him that he was right. "The devil's dead. He's dead. The pain<br />is gone," she gasped brokenly. "But the fire ... it's burning even<br />hotter than before! I can't stand it, Daddy ... I can't!"<br /><br />"Don't give up, baby. Keep fighting," he hissed. "We'll win over evil<br />together. Stamp out the fire, Faith. Help me stamp it out."<br /><br />Faith threw her legs up around his ass and stamped for all she was<br />worth, her heels banging into his pistoning butt as if her very life<br />depended on it. Soon she was wailing and sobbing through a climax as he<br />kept pumping his cock forcefully in and out of her fluttering vagina.<br />"Now, Daddy, now," she screamed. "Pee on the fire and put it all the way<br />out!"<br /><br />Himself straining for orgasm, Dirk was pushed over the brink by Faith's<br />deliciously dancing vagina and her urgent plea for him to extinguish the<br />last flames of her dying fire. His balls drew up tight against his body<br />in readiness. The head of his cock began to twitch out of control deep<br />within Faith's clasping pussy. Then, slamming his pubic mound roughly<br />against hers, groaning and grunting, Dirk held in all the way and<br />squirted jet after jet of hot come over the mouth of Faith's twitching<br />womb.<br /><br />A tremor swept over Faith each time a squirt of his come shot up inside<br />her. She whimpered throughout his orgasm, holding him tightly to her and<br />sighing softly, "It's out ... it's out ... The fire's out."<br /><br />They lay locked together for perhaps five minutes longer, then Dirk<br />withdrew his limber rod and sat up, reaching for a box of tissues and<br />taking two for himself before he passed the box on to Faith. Both<br />cleaned themselves, then went hand in hand to join the others, who were<br />now gathered back around the table, sipping another drink and puffing<br />another stick of pot.<br /><br />"Really, Dirk," Lucia chided. I've always known you were a man of many<br />talents, but it came as a complete surprise to me that you were a holy<br />man. Exorcising devils yet! That's just too much," and she began to<br />laugh hysterically, the others joining her sudden, outburst.<br /><br />Faith's cheeks flushed. She dropped her head to avoid their leering<br />faces. They all knew her secret now, even Boyd. Boyd's knowing was the<br />worst of all, the most humiliating. What would he think the next time<br />she kissed her father on the cheek. It had only happened that one time,<br />but would Boyd believe that? Could she even face her father with Boyd<br />along after this! She began to sob, crying big, hot tears that scalded<br />her cheeks.<br /><br />"Oh, baby ... baby," Lucia soothed, rushing to take Faith into her arms.<br />She apologized profusely, insisting time and again that no one thought<br />anything of it.<br /><br />Because she wanted to, because she needed to, Faith accepted Lucia's<br />apology. She forced herself to smile and allowed Lucia to lead her to an<br />empty seat between Boyd and Buck. She preferred not to sit with Buck on<br />the one side of her and her husband on the other, but it was the only<br />available chair, so she quietly settled into it and began sipping at her<br />waiting drink.<br /><br />Brown fingers closed around one of her naked thighs as Boyd eagerly<br />stroked his palm up the inside of her leg nearest him. The brown hand<br />patted her reassuringly, then moved up to the table and put the handmade<br />cigarette to her lips. A lighter snapped. Faith moved her face till the<br />tip of the grass was in the flame, then puffed deeply.<br /><br />"When are you gonna bring Sam," Bess wanted to know, her voice on edge<br />and near whining. She looked a mess. No make-up, hair straight and<br />stringy, breasts sagging now that she was naked and hunched over the<br />table.<br /><br />Boyd's fingers moved excitedly over Faith's just-fucked pussy. He<br />couldn't keep his hands off her. It was true, just as he'd always<br />suspected. Faith was not a virgin on their wedding night. He now knew<br />that it was her own father who burst the cherry that was by all rights<br />his, Boyd's, her husband's. And just now, watching Dirk play her father<br />and reenact the lewd episode on the nearby couch, he'd almost flipped<br />his wig, and thought for sure his cock would spew forth a spray of come<br />without ever being touched.<br /><br />"Everybody's had their fun but me," Bess complained. "Go get Sam. I want<br />Sam."<br /><br />"You'd better go get him, Dirk. Let Bess have her kicks," Lucia said.<br />"Maybe watching it will snap the rest of us back into shape."<br /><br />"Come with me, Buck," Dirk urged, and when Buck got to his feet, both<br />men walked over to the door. Dirk reached up and picked the key from its<br />resting place over the top frame, then unlocked the door and out they<br />went, Dirk with his dick and balls swaying through the porthole in his<br />leather pants, and Buck right behind him, bare-assed naked.<br /><br />Tanya, Harold, and Lucia sat listening as Bess rattled happily on about<br />how much she'd been looking forward to her romp with Sam. The woman<br />could hardly sit still, so eager was she to copulate once again with her<br />"absolute favorite lover of all time." She talked incessantly, the<br />others egging her on and enjoying the obvious impatience she displayed.<br /><br />"Look," Bess urged, standing up on the seat of her chair and pulling<br />open her cunt lips. "Just thinking about Sam makes me drool like that."<br /><br />Though he tried to hide it, Boyd was every bit as excited as Bess. He<br />was curious about this mysterious Sam who was waiting till Lucia okayed<br />his joining the party, but other and more personal images loomed larger<br />inside his mind. His fingers were slipping rapidly in and out of Faith's<br />cunt under the table, three of them! After her session with Dirk, it had<br />been easy to work those three fingers up into her. Her cunt was<br />stretched and loose, just as it had been that night when Dirk'd first<br />screwed her. Its present condition thrilled Boyd.<br /><br />He brought his mouth to Faith's and kissed her. She sighed and took his<br />offered tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking at it as his fingers<br />kept working at her slippery pussy. Then she pushed him away and took<br />another drag from her reefer.<br /><br />"Faith? Honey?"<br /><br />"What is it, Boyd?" she asked, without bothering to look his way.<br />Forming her lips to the wet end of the reefer, she again sucked harshly,<br />drawing the biting smoke deep down into her lungs.<br /><br />"We haven't had a chance to talk all evening."<br /><br />"So?" she said, then exhaled a tiny puff of unabsorbed smoke.<br /><br />"So," he said, fumbling for words. "Are you having a good time?" It was<br />such a stupid thing to ask, under the circumstances. Immediately he<br />regretted having said it.<br /><br />"Yeah ... I guess so. I don't think you could really call this whingding<br />a party, not by my definition of the word but I'm getting turned on<br />pretty good. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"<br /><br />"Don't, Faith. I didn't know it would be like this."<br /><br />"Don't Faith, shit. After what I saw you doing, don't tell me to don't.<br />How'd it feel up your ass, Boyd? Looked like you enjoyed the hell out of<br />it. In fact, it turned you on so much that I may try it myself."<br /><br />A crimson flush creeping over his cheeks, Boyd averted his eyes, "What<br />about Buck?" he asked shortly.<br /><br />"What about him?"<br /><br />"Well ... the way you were acting earlier. I kind of got the impression<br />..." he stopped, unable to complete the thought in words.<br /><br />Faith turned toward Boyd and gazed inquiringly into his eyes. The<br />question in her mind was never asked. The answer was obvious in Boyd's<br />expression. The way his upper lip twitched out of control gave the first<br />hint. And his eyes, so tortured yet imploring, begging her to say it.<br />She broke into a warm smile and reached for his loins under the table.<br />There was no doubt about what Boyd wanted. His prick was hard as a rock.<br /><br />"Why, Boyd," she teased. "Really? Do you really want me to?"<br /><br />His mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. He wanted badly to<br />tell her what was on his mind but could not.<br /><br />"That's rich," she laughed. "That's really rich!" Dropping his gaze from<br />her face, Boyd made himself busy with his drink.<br /><br />His hand shook as he brought the glass to his mouth. Tilting it too<br />suddenly and too far, some of the drink ran down and dribbled off his<br />chin.<br /><br />"My God," Faith exclaimed. "If just thinking about it does all that to<br />you, maybe I shouldn't. You might go into a heart attack and die on the<br />spot."<br /><br />"Hey," Lucia called. "What you two got going? Let the rest of us in on<br />it."<br /><br />"Not on your life," Faith shot back, grinning. "If I tell you, then my<br />husband will know for sure, and I don't want that. I'd rather keep him<br />in suspense."<br /><br />"That's a no-no. We don't keep any secrets from each oth--"<br /><br />The door burst open without warning, and in came Buck, grinning from ear<br />to ear. "Spread 'em, Bess. Your lover has arrived," he announced.<br /><br />A huge German shepherd came through the door, whining and straining at a<br />leash, dragging Dirk on into the room after him.<br /><br />"Sam! You beautiful animal, you. Come to mama," Bess said excitedly,<br />jumping to her feet and holding out her arms toward the yelping dog.<br /><br />Dirk reached down and unhooked the leash from Sam's collar. The dog made<br />a beeline for Bess, rearing up and putting his paws on her shoulders as<br />he wagged his tail and licked at her beaming face.<br /><br />"Baby, baby," Bess cooed. "Did you miss me? Did you miss Bess the way<br />Bess missed you?"<br /><br />Barking an affirmative answer, Sam dropped to the floor and stuck his<br />nose up to sniff at Bess' crotch. His long tongue shot out and licked<br />her cunt from bottom to top. He sneezed and shook his head, then began<br />licking in earnest.<br /><br />Bess clenched her hands into fists and stood there with Sam licking<br />eagerly at her cunt for well over a minute. She "Oohed" and "Ahhed"<br />softly, unashamedly responding to Sam's flashing tongue in full view of<br />the others. Then, little by little, she began backing toward a couch,<br />verbally coaxing Sam to follow as he continued to lick at her.<br /><br />"That's it, Sam. Come on, Sam. Mmmm ... boy ... good boy. Follow mama<br />all the way. All the way."<br /><br />The dog kept right at her, his long tongue lapping incessantly at her<br />genitals as he moved along with her. Apparently he knew what he was<br />there for, and was as eager for it as Bess.<br /><br />Boyd stared bug-eyed at the strange lovers, but Faith seemed somewhat<br />repulsed by the way Bess carried on over the dog.<br /><br />"So that's Sam," Faith remarked. "That's what Bess has been hollering<br />for all evening? A damned dog."<br /><br />"You ever tried it?" Lucia countered.<br /><br />"Ugh!"<br /><br />"Sam's got the longest, slimmest, hottest, slickest dick you ever saw,<br />baby. I don't go for him like Bess does," Tanya broke in. "But it's<br />kinda nice for a change. If he's able after his true love gets done with<br />him, I might get on my hands and knees tonight. The way he wraps those<br />front legs around you and hangs on while that skinny meat bangs in and<br />out like flashing lightning ... Mmm-humm! But that's not the best part,<br />not by a long shot. You know anything about how dogs come?"<br /><br />Faith shook her head. Tanya's defense of woman-dog intercourse surprised<br />her. Tanya was so clean, so neat. It was hard to believe she would do it<br />with an animal.<br /><br />"Well," said Tanya, putting down her drink but not taking her eyes off<br />Bess and Sam. "When the male dog comes, he slips his nuts right up into<br />your vagina. I mean, that's what they call it. His dick swells up and<br />gets a knot way up inside you, that's what really happens. Whether it's<br />actually his nuts or not, I don't know."<br /><br />"You're puttin' me on," Faith accused.<br /><br />"No, baby, no. Haven't you ever seen two dogs hung up and yelping like<br />hell about it?"<br /><br />Faith recalled that she had seen that more than once. She squinted her<br />eyes and nodded at Tanya. "Yeah, since you mention it. I have."<br /><br />"Well, that's what happens. The male dog's dick had that knot puffed out<br />on it, and he couldn't pull it out of the female."<br /><br />"That's terrible!"<br /><br />"No it's not. That's the way they come. Their juice doesn't squirt out<br />like a man's does. The juice is what makes the knot come on the dog's<br />prick. Its nature's way of making sure that the female conceives. They<br />keep trying to pull apart, and little by little the come drains out and<br />the knot disappears. It's simple, really."<br /><br />"I don't wanna be hung up with no damned dog," Faith said emphatically.<br /><br />"Doesn't work that way in a woman's vagina. Too loose to hold the knot<br />like that. Feels great, though, like a small balloon swelling up inside<br />you. Shit. I better shut up or I'll talk myself into it," Tanya moaned,<br />as if it was getting too personal and exciting for her to talk about.<br />"Just watch Bess and see if it doesn't look good to you."<br /><br />"I just can't believe it," Faith insisted. "I've heard about this kind<br />of thing going on, but I thought it was a figment of some crackpot's<br />imagination."<br /><br />"Hush, Faith," Lucia told her authoritatively. "If it bugs you so much,<br />don't watch. But the rest of us want to see and hear the show."<br /><br />Buck was sitting beside Faith again. He took her hand and put it on his<br />cock, pressing her fingers around his thick shaft. Leaning his mouth up<br />close to her ear, he whispered, "Feel that, baby. Feel good to you?"<br /><br />Faith looked quickly up into his face. The gleam in his eyes told her<br />the time was drawing near. She shuddered and nodded her head.<br /><br />"You watch that dog hump Bess all you want to," he told her in a soft<br />voice. "But don't get no ideas about you taking seconds. The next cock<br />goin' in you is gonna be mine."<br /><br />It had been working around to this all evening. Faith had known Buck<br />would have her before the party was over from the moment she walked in<br />the door and saw him dancing with Bess. For awhile, earlier, when she'd<br />first gotten high on grass, the thought of his monster prick pushing up<br />into her cunt had been appealing. But now? Now it was going to happen.<br />It was no longer merely a thought. A frustrating mixture of fear and<br />anticipation swept over her body, leaving shivers and cold sweat in its<br />wake.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 10<br /><br /><br />The bestial scene on the couch grew progressively hotter and hotter.<br />Bess' hands hovered above the dog's head, trembling and jerking, with<br />fingers outstretched and spread. It was plain that she wanted to touch<br />her lover, to caress his head and pull his muzzle farther into her<br />widespread cunt. The pink tongue flashed out like a spear, jabbing<br />deeply into her slit, staying imbedded and licking at the weeping walls<br />of her vagina.<br /><br />"Christ ... oh Christ," Bess sighed longingly.<br /><br />Sam kept at her, sometimes lapping at the depths of her cunt, sometimes<br />withdrawing his long, drooling tongue to lick both her asshole and<br />saliva-drenched outer cunt. It was getting too good for Bess to endure<br />much longer. A constant stream of sighs, groans, and moans issued forth<br />from her open mouth as her body writhed about in its slumped position on<br />the couch.<br /><br />The tip of Sam's dick began peeking out of its hairy sheath beneath his<br />body. It looked like something painfully irritated, fiery red and<br />pointed, dripping secretion onto the floor and glittering wetly. Another<br />inch of blood-red dog cock jerked out into the light, resembling the tip<br />of a prehistoric wooden spear that had been tapered over a fire and then<br />rubbed smooth.<br /><br />Dancing about on his hind paws, Sam kept licking at Bess' vulva and<br />working his back end over to her dangling thigh. One hind leg straddled<br />the woman's thigh, and Sam brought his slick and rapidly elongating<br />organ into contact with her skin. At once the dog began hunching his<br />cock up and down her thigh, his back arching and straightening<br />furiously. "Sam ... Sam ... darling Sam," Bess wailed, contorting<br />herself to reach down and take his peter into her eager hand.<br /><br />Lapping at Bess' pussy no longer held any interest for Sam. Up came his<br />head, looking about with half-closed eyes as he fucked Bess' tightly<br />gripping hand.<br /><br />"No, darling," Bess protested, jerking away her hand and slapping the<br />couch where she wanted him to be.<br /><br />Obediently Sam leaped up onto the couch and let Bess lay him down and<br />roll him over onto his back. He lay there not moving a muscle, his legs<br />bent and sticking up in the air. Bess shifted about and knelt facing the<br />couch, with her knees resting on the floor. Then, lowering and turning<br />her face to best advantage, she opened her mouth and sank it down around<br />the dog's organ.<br /><br />Her lips tightened down around the pointed tip of his dick, then moved<br />slowly toward its base, taking more and more of the still emerging penis<br />into her mouth. The dog's copious sex juice caught on the outer surfaces<br />of Bess' lips, pooling and spreading as she took the shiny red organ<br />deeper into her oral cavity.<br /><br />When she had all the cock her mouth could take, with that hot, pointed<br />tip bent and poking at the back of her throat, Bess sucked down harshly<br />and held, her cheeks hollowing in obscenely and quivering as her tongue<br />licked frantically at Sam's heated shaft. For perhaps a half minute<br />neither she nor the dog made any movement. Then, a groan coming up from<br />the depths of her chest, Bess opened her mouth around the dick and<br />sucked in the dog's secretions before she clamped down again and slowly<br />drew her clinging and protruding lips out to the end of his cock.<br /><br />After swallowing loudly and smacking her lips with satisfaction, Bess<br />crawled up onto the couch and assumed a knee-to-chest position, offering<br />her vulnerable ass to the dog as she laid her head down on a cushion and<br />grinned toward the table of onlookers.<br /><br />"Git it, boy. Come on, Sam. Get it," Bess coaxed, in a voice quavering<br />with lust. She reached back between her parted legs and fingered open<br />her cunt. "There, Sam. Fuck it, boy. Fuck it."<br /><br />The rasping command brought Sam's ears up to a standing position. His<br />head cocked to the side, resembling the trade mark of the dog hearing<br />his owner's voice. Sam needed no other encouragement. The play was quite<br />familiar to him, and even though he'd portrayed this part many times, he<br />was eager to do it again. Bess had called out his cue, and he took it<br />confidently from there on.<br /><br />Quickly jumping to all fours, Sam took his place between Bess'<br />protruding feet. He looked up into her held-apart red cunt and barked<br />once, then reared up and put his front paws on her hips. Both front and<br />back paws moving jerkily, he walked up Bess until his cock was nudging<br />her genitals.<br /><br />"Baby ... oh, baby," Bess moaned, her fingers encircling and guiding the<br />dog's organ into her seething pussy.<br /><br />Whining and licking his chops, Sam hunched forward and drove the full<br />length of his long, slim penis into Bess. Then, holding in and grinding<br />against her, he dropped the front of his body and clasped his front legs<br />around Bess' torso. Sam's paws almost disappeared into her breasts as he<br />clamped down and hugged tightly to hang on. If Bess felt any pain<br />because of his ill-placed paws, she didn't show it. Her hand flattened<br />over the bottom part of her stomach and moved till her middle finger was<br />busily flicking her clitoris back and forth. The fingers on her other<br />hand, resting on the couch above her head, clenched down into a fist so<br />tight that her knuckles turned white. Bess heaved a sigh of deep<br />satisfaction and dreamily closed her eyes.<br /><br />Faith's voice burst forth in a hoarse whisper, "Good Lord!"<br /><br />"What's the matter, baby?" asked Lucia, grinning. "Gettin' to ya?"<br /><br />"That's the dirtiest thing I ever saw," she said, then added in a faint<br />whisper, "But damn ... is it ever exciting!"<br /><br />"Wanna try it?"<br /><br />"Oh no, Lucia! I couldn't let myself into that kind of thing."<br /><br />"Some afternoon?" Lucia coaxed. "Just you and me and Sam?"<br /><br />Faith quickly glanced around to see if any of the others were looking at<br />her. When she was sure all eyes but hers and Lucia's were staring at Sam<br />and Bees, she turned back to Lucia, looking hungrily into her smiling<br />eyes as she furtively nodded her head.<br /><br />On the couch, Sam's tongue now hung from his panting mouth, drooling<br />saliva onto Bess' naked back as he drove his cock in and out of her<br />pussy. His back was arching and straightening with incredible speed, his<br />hunching ass pistoning back and forth so fast that it was impossible to<br />tell where it was at any particular point. A fast-shuttered camera might<br />have been able to catch the dog's ass in one spot, but not the human<br />eye. It was a frantic, lightning swift motion, a blur of movement.<br /><br />Bess was near out of her mind. An incoherent jumble of sounds poured<br />from her mouth. She whimpered and cried, then laughed shrilly and rubbed<br />her face back and forth into the cushion. Both hands now at her head,<br />she alternated between pulling her hair and slapping the couch, like a<br />wrestler pinned to the mat and suffering greatly.<br /><br />Then she froze, her mouth and eyes wide open and staring out blankly<br />into the room. "OH GOD! ... OH GOD!" She yelled, and began trembling<br />from head to toe.<br /><br />Panting like a steam engine straining up the side of Pike's Peak, Bess<br />shuddered uncontrollably through a long, drawn out orgasm of<br />unbelievable intensity. Finally, at the end, her eyeballs rolling about<br />in their sockets, and moaning as if she were dying, Bess slumped forward<br />onto the couch, breaking her union with the dog's long, skinny dick. She<br />lay there whimpering and jerking as Sam poked urgently at her butt with<br />his nose, trying to get her up into position so he could finish.<br /><br />"Oh Lordy!" It was Tanya, on her feet and hurrying over to the couch. In<br />a frenzy of lust, she hooked her hands behind Bess and rolled her off<br />the couch. Before Bess thudded to the floor, Tanya leaped on the couch<br />and took her place, kneeling and pushing her ass back at Sam. "Hurry,<br />Sam ... Hurry," Tanya hissed.<br /><br />There was no licking this time, no preliminaries. Neither woman nor dog<br />needed them. Both were raging with lust, raw animal need. Tanya's human<br />intelligence was for the moment lost to her, a superficial thing that<br />had buckled under to the more basic and universal strength of the urge<br />for sexual fulfillment. The sounds she made as Sam mounted and rammed<br />his hot cock deep into her belly were prehuman in origin, animalistic,<br />snarls, grunts.<br /><br />"Look at 'em go! Jesus ... Look at 'em! " Buck shouted.<br /><br />The jolly black giant was no longer jolly. The jungle blood of his<br />ancestors beat like a throbbing tom-tom at his temples. His thick cock<br />stood hard and black, weeping clear fluid from the pouting mouth at the<br />tip of his glans. Boom, boom, boom went his heart, pumping the blood out<br />through his massive body at a frenzied rate. With each beat of his heart<br />the big penis jerked and swayed, demanding and drawing his attention to<br />his burning need for copulation. "Now," he hissed, "now!" and jumped to<br />his feet, catching the chair as he rose and flinging it to bounce off<br />the wall behind him. He turned toward Faith, his cock slapping her in<br />the face with a splat.<br /><br />Faith stared at the sturdy black cock, at the heavy bag of swaying balls<br />between his legs. The lewd scene with the dog had set her loins to<br />burning hotter than they ever had in her life. Her nostrils were flared,<br />her breathing labored. With a guttural groan she reached out for Buck's<br />ebony genitals. One small white hand cupped his nuts and rolled them<br />about as the other gripped the base of his organ and held it still. She<br />rubbed her cheek against the bulging head of Buck's cock, then moaned<br />and opened her mouth wide to take the next inevitable step.<br /><br />Boyd saw it all. His wife, panting and eager, willingly bending forward<br />and kissing the black cock she gripped so lightly. He felt light-headed,<br />and feared that at any moment he might faint away. It was horrible to<br />see Faith kissing and licking at that nigger dick. The sight was pure<br />torture for Boyd. Faith was wild for it, that was plain for all to see.<br />But the worst part was not Faith's reaction. It was his. Boyd thrilled<br />at his wife wanting Buck. She was going to screw the nigger. Boyd knew<br />there was nothing he could do to stop it happening.<br /><br />But he didn't want to stop it. Had he held a gun in his hand he still<br />would not have tried to stop it. His mind reeled, shouting, "Fuck her,<br />fuck her, fuck her," inside his head. He wanted to watch it, to see the<br />expression on his wife's face as that huge black cock spread her cunt<br />more than it had ever been spread before and disappeared up into her<br />white belly. He didn't have long to wait.<br /><br />Faith had the head of Buck's dick in her mouth and was licking and<br />sucking loudly. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks hollowed. Her expression<br />said that what she was doing thrilled the hell out of her inhibited,<br />lily-white Southern mind. She slurped wetly as Buck shoved away her<br />mouth.<br /><br />"Let's fuck," Buck said, reaching out and picking her up with his hands<br />under her armpits. He lifted her from the chair like a child, and raised<br />her up till her eyes looked down at him. "You ready, baby?"<br /><br />Faith's eyes devoured him. "Yes," she whispered. Then her legs went out<br />and clamped around his body, pulling her crotch up against his chest.<br />Her ankles locked at the small of his back, her toes curling under and<br />her heels pressing into his buttocks. "Shit yes, daddy. Give it to me!<br />Give me that big black cock! Lower me down and impale me with it!"<br /><br />Buck grinned up at Faith, lowering her slowly and letting her wet cunt<br />catch and jerk along his chest and stomach. Finally he felt the warmth<br />of her cunt pressing over the head of his dick. He stopped there,<br />holding the trembling white girl still, savoring the tight fit of her<br />outer lips around his glans.<br /><br />"Go on," she urged Buck. "Let me down over it!"<br /><br />"Faith, you silly little honky. Don't you know this is gonna ruin you<br />for white cock for the rest of your life? After I get through with you,<br />that husband of yours won't be able to touch either side of your pussy<br />with that little peter of his."<br /><br />"I don't care, Buck," Faith moaned. "Fuck me. I've got to have it right<br />now!"<br /><br />"You gonna have it, baby ... stuck clear up to your tits!" Buck grunted,<br />suddenly releasing her to lower herself down onto his cock.<br /><br />She sank down only a fraction of an inch, wincing in pain and throwing<br />her arms about his neck. "Oh God ... Buck? It's too big for me! It won't<br />go in ... it hurts!"<br /><br />"Relax your legs. You got it all tensed up." He cupped the cheeks of her<br />ass. "Let loose your legs. I got you now, you won't fall."<br /><br />Fearfully, she did as he said, unlocking her ankles and letting her<br />calves slide down the backs of his legs. Her pussy relaxed and took in<br />half of his massive organ. Faith's breath sucked in harshly, and she<br />stopped her descent by clamping her heels on the insides of his calves.<br />She gaped wild-eyed at him, her mouth hanging open and gasping for air,<br />her tits jiggling and swaying as they rose and fell rapidly.<br /><br />"Good so far?"<br /><br />"Yesss ... Christ yes!"<br /><br />"Git the rest of it, baby. It's the best part!"<br /><br />Little by little, Faith gingerly let herself down around Buck's black<br />stanchion, sighing and moaning as her face mirrored the pure delight of<br />being filled so thoroughly.<br /><br />"Oh, Buck ... darling man!"<br /><br />"A little more, baby. There's a little more. Take it all."<br /><br />Though she doubted it would be possible, since the head of his cock was<br />already nudging her womb, Faith licked her lips and nodded, then closed<br />her eyes and eased down against the hot knob. Nothing happened for a<br />second. Then, very slowly, her uterus began to give way, slipping<br />farther up into her body and elongating her vagina to take the rest of<br />Buck's prick inside.<br /><br />She shuddered and cried out, "Oh ... oh ... oh," over and over.<br /><br />"Is it hurtin' you too much, Faith?" Buck asked.<br /><br />She wouldn't answer until the lips of her cunt were pressing into the<br />coarse hair surrounding the base of his cock. Then she groaned<br />mournfully and rocked back, keeping only their loins together as her<br />upper body angled out away from his. She opened her eyes and smiled up<br />at his face, holding on with her hands clasped behind his neck. "It<br />doesn't hurt ... not now. Oh Lord, Buck. I never knew ... never knew."<br /><br />"What's that?" Buck asked, not really giving a damn now that she had the<br />full length of his organ up inside her warm belly.<br /><br />"Like this ... I never knew it could be this good. What a man ... what a<br />wonderful man!"<br /><br />Buck turned loose of her ass and let her hang. He walked around the<br />table with her like that for the others' voyeuristic benefit, then sat<br />down on the floor and lay back, leaving Faith sitting astride his loins<br />with his cock planted to the hilt up inside her heaving belly. "Go at<br />it, baby. Nothin' gives me greater pleasure than to see a white Southern<br />wife bouncing her ass up and down on my cock right before her husband's<br />eyes."<br /><br />"Boyd doesn't mind," she said sultrily, glancing over to the table and<br />catching his eye. "He's been waiting all evening to see this. Haven't<br />you, darling?" she asked, gazing brazenly into her husband's eyes.<br /><br />"Don't be so cruel," Buck said mirthfully. "You're gettin' more and more<br />like Lucia."<br /><br />"Come over here, Boyd," Faith ordered, ignoring Buck's remark and<br />beginning to move her cunt up and down over his big cock. "I want you to<br />get a good look. Come on!"<br /><br />Boyd pushed back his chair and got tremblingly to his feet, then walked<br />over and stood beside them.<br /><br />"You've got a hard-on, Boyd," Faith said, grinning as she raised a<br />little higher and then sank slowly back down till the black dick was<br />once more gone from sight.<br /><br />Boyd shifted uneasily, looking down at his dick as if to see if his<br />wife's accusation was accurate.<br /><br />"Watch us, Boyd. Look at it," Faith urged hotly.<br /><br />Boyd lowered his eyes. Buck's big cock could not be seen at all. Faith's<br />pussy had it all. Their pubic hair was all he could see of either of<br />their genitals. Sex-wet pubic hair, curly and coarse and tangled<br />together where they joined. Then Faith began to rise up very slowly,<br />sighing as she exposed more and more of the slick, glistening black cock<br />for Boyd to look at. And, he looked. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Up<br />she came, until at least six inches of black pole showed between their<br />loins. His wife's cunt lips were distended tautly around the thick<br />shaft, as if her pussy was sucking reluctantly at the loss, fighting to<br />retain the monster cock within her body. Her clinging cunt lips climbed<br />higher up the pole. The crown at the back of the swollen glans came<br />suddenly into view.<br /><br />Hesitating there undecidedly, Faith studied Boyd's face. His expression<br />was one of pure agony. She smiled the same evil smile she'd seen Lucia<br />flash earlier in the evening, knowing that Boyd both hated and loved the<br />sight she was presenting him with. The knowledge spurred her on.<br />Something deep within her longed to cause Boyd discomfort, to humiliate<br />him in front of the others, to degrade and dominate him. She twitched<br />her cunt around Buck's glans, then tightened down and expelled it from<br />her as she raised on up to her knees.<br /><br />"Squat down and get your face up close, honey. Take a good look at me."<br /><br />As if it were the natural thing for him to obey, Boyd squatted beside<br />them and leaned over Buck, bracing himself on the far side of Buck's<br />hips and moving his face up close to Faith's pussy. His face contorted.<br />He groaned aloud at the sight. His wife's cunt lips were puffy and<br />swollen, parting and standing wide open. Her smaller inner lips also<br />were swollen, and colored a fiery red with passion. He gawked up into<br />her gaping hole and whimpered.<br /><br />"Is that the way you like to see it, darling?" Faith asked sweetly.<br /><br />Boyd nodded dumbly, still looking hotly up into her cunt.<br /><br />"You want to kiss it? Come on, Boyd, and stick your tongue up in it,"<br />Faith taunted, undulating her hips up to his mouth.<br /><br />Boyd backed away and looked up into her face. His eyes pleaded for her<br />to give up the sadistic game.<br /><br />"If you don't kiss it, I may have to quit fucking Buck. I don't feel<br />right about it. Maybe if you took his cock in your hand and gave it to<br />me ..."<br /><br />Automatically his hand went out and grasped the thick black cock,<br />bending it toward Faith's pussy.<br /><br />"That's nice, Boyd. It makes me feel better about the whole thing, just<br />to know you approve. There's one more thing though ... Buck's dick and<br />my pussy should be married to make it really okay. In fact, I insist on<br />it. You can perform the ceremony for us, darling."<br /><br />Boyd didn't understand what she wanted. He looked up questioningly into<br />his wife's face.<br /><br />"Give us your blessing, darling. Kiss my cunt."<br /><br />Though he knew Faith was making a fool of him, Boyd couldn't resist<br />doing as she asked. He bent his head and brought his mouth up to her<br />yawning cunt, pursing his lips and pressing them into her warm opening.<br />The urge to lick up inside her, where the black cock had been, was too<br />strong. His tongue shot up into her vagina and licked in a circle. Then<br />he groaned and pulled his mouth away.<br /><br />"Yes. Now give Buck your blessing. Kiss the head of his penis." Boyd<br />stared up at her grinning face. She meant it! He turned to face the<br />black cock and stopped, shaking his head in refusal. That was too much.<br />He would not do it. Hands pressed suddenly at the back of his head,<br />pushing his open mouth down around Buck's big glans. His tongue swept<br />twice around the warm, velvety head of Buck's dick before he thought to<br />jerk free. The taste of cock lingered hauntingly on his tongue as Boyd<br />resumed his squatting position beside his wife and her black stud.<br /><br />"Now, Boyd. You watch, honey. Watch close, 'cause I'm gonna give this<br />lovely black stallion the wildest ride you ever saw," Faith cooed.<br /><br />And she began to make good her promise. Smiling at her husband and<br />looking him in the eye, Faith reached under her pelvis and took Buck's<br />cock. Gripping it with both hands, one at the base and the other far<br />enough above to leave a band of black showing between her white hands,<br />Faith descended with a sigh, and formed her cunt lips over the bulging<br />black glans. She hovered there, with only part of the cock's head<br />imbedded within her tautly stretched lips.<br /><br />The twitching of Boyd's lower lip and the pained expression that came<br />over his staring face excited Faith. She teased him by moaning and<br />rolling her hips about, bending Buck's penis around in a little circular<br />motion. Pulling almost out of contact, she caressed the tip and watched<br />Boyd's face as her cunt lips slid up and down over the black glans.<br /><br />Boyd couldn't stand it. Groaning, he leaned over and brought his mouth<br />to Faith's pussy, kissing and licking both her soft cunt and the hard<br />head of Buck's organ. His tongue darted rapidly about, tracing around<br />the cock head as it followed the elliptical cunt. It worked between them<br />and flicked at the eye of Buck's dick, with Faith's inner lips pressing<br />warmly from the other side.<br /><br />Then the cock was moving away. For a second Boyd was torn by indecision.<br />He wanted to kiss them both at the same time, as they touched together.<br />Now that was impossible. Faith was pushing the black cock up toward<br />Buck's abdomen, taking it away from him, teasing him. Planting a quick<br />kiss on his wife's cunt, Boyd followed the cock like it was a powerful<br />magnet. Without hesitation he placed his hands over Faith's and pulled<br />the dick back upright. His mouth opened and took in the exposed portion,<br />letting the hot black head snuggle into the tissue at the back of his<br />throat as his lips pressed against Faith's hand.<br /><br />She watched it for a moment, licking at her own lips as her husband<br />sucked at Buck's dick. Then she took his face in her hands and pulled<br />him up. He looked so guilty--like a little boy caught doing something<br />wrong.<br /><br />"Faith? Faith, I ..."<br /><br />"It's all right, darling," she whispered, and kissed him.<br /><br />He smiled weakly, then backed away to his squatting position to see the<br />action at close range.<br /><br />Buck was impatient as hell. "Come on, baby, get with it. I thought you<br />wanted to fuck. Looks like the most important thing to you is puttin' on<br />a good show for hubby."<br /><br />"I want him to see it. It excites him."<br /><br />"Good! Then hop on and show him what it's all about. I'm excited pretty<br />much, myself. If you don't put that tight little cunt around my dong<br />right this minute, I'm gonna throw you on your back and give it to you<br />rough as hell."<br /><br />"Later, tiger. I'll tell you when," Faith said, smiling as she took his<br />dick in one hand and brought it to her cunt. "Mmm," she sighed, wiggling<br />down over the swollen head. Then she stopped, looking down into Buck's<br />eyes and grinning. "You ready?"<br /><br />"Ready and wai-uh, uhh, oouu! Yes, baby ... oh yes!!"<br /><br />Faith had dropped suddenly, taking the entire pole up into her tight<br />vagina with one shuddering downward plunge. Her thighs and buttocks hit<br />down onto Buck so hard the splat could be heard clear across the room.<br />She perched there now, her hands clenched into fists and raised on<br />either side of her head. Mouth hanging open and gasping for breath, she<br />rocked to and fro, bending Buck's stony rod at the base and feeling its<br />head massage deep up inside her guts.<br /><br />It was good--so good! Never had she enjoyed such a deep and satisfying<br />penetration. She sobbed aloud, clamped down the walls of her vagina<br />tightly around the thick shaft, and fell forward to press her mouth to<br />Buck's. Those thick lips: so warm, so soft, so pleasantly accepting her<br />red lips and returning her passionate kiss.<br /><br />"Mmm," she moaned into his mouth. "Oh, Buck ... daddy ... daddy."<br /><br />She'd intended to tell him how wonderful his big, hot dick felt as it<br />pushed the top end of her vagina up into her belly and lengthened her to<br />fit him. It was marvelous how that had made her feel. She wanted to tell<br />him about it, to let him know what a thrill it had been for her. She was<br />even thinking of declaring that she loved him, for at that moment she<br />did. No man, not Boyd or her father, either, had ever given her the<br />utter bliss that Buck just had. How could she help but love such a<br />magnificent man?<br /><br />But he had stopped her words, very deliciously, very suddenly, by<br />thrusting his tongue into her open mouth. She'd accepted it gratefully,<br />mewling and licking at it and sucking and trying to pull it down into<br />her stomach and make it meet the head of his pleasure-giving cock. His<br />tongue in her mouth, stuck so far back that its tip licked down into her<br />throat, his penis in her cunt, stuck so far up that it felt like the<br />head was caressing the insides of her tits-- Bliss! pure and<br />unadulterated! Two of his organs in her, one at either end of her body,<br />both hot and moving and stroking at her, and feeling so goddamned good<br />that Faith never wanted it to stop, never! Once again she tried to<br />swallow his tongue and suck up his cock until they met and welded<br />together at her very center, thereby fixing him within her for all time<br />to come, joining their two bodies together inseparably.<br /><br />It wouldn't work. She wailed a protest into his mouth at the callous<br />injustice of it all, then pulled her mouth away and began riding him at<br />a gallop, with the palms of her hands pressing on his chest and her tits<br />swaying frantically above him.<br /><br />"Hoo, uh, oh," she chanted hoarsely, staring down at his face and<br />pumping her hips up and down over his loins for all she was worth.<br />"Sweet man ... sweet dick ... big, hot, sweet dick," she groaned out<br />loud, stopping suddenly and grinding her cunt down forcefully to savor<br />the pulsing head in the depths of her guts.<br /><br />She gritted her teeth and moaned, closing her eyes and lifting her hands<br />from his chest to rear back on his cock. Little by little she reared<br />farther back, angling her body down above his legs.<br /><br />"Oh God," Faith whimpered. "Oh God!"<br /><br />Stopping all intentional movement, Faith hung like that, with her head<br />slumped and rolling back and forth on her shoulders. Her hands shot up<br />and squeezed brutally into her soft tits. Her toes pulled down and<br />curled against the bottoms of her feet. A sudden tremor swept over her<br />entire being, making her body appear to jerk. She gasped, then began<br />shuddering and sobbing brokenly, wailing out her orgasm in the vilest of<br />gutter language.<br /><br />When her climax receded, Faith heaved a deep sigh and broke into a<br />smile, looking upside down at the wall behind her.<br /><br />"Buck? You still there, daddy?" she called.<br /><br />"Can't you feel me?" he asked, his voice tinkling with laughter.<br /><br />Breaking into a giggly laugh, Faith let her body slump down more and<br />braced herself with the top of her head touching the floor. "Shit, man.<br />I'm dead below the waist. Can't feel a thing down that way."<br /><br />"Well I do!" he moaned. "Goddamn you, woman. Sit up. You're about to<br />break my cock off inside you!"<br /><br />She laughed again. "Mmmm! That'd be nice. Walking around like that ought<br />to keep me coming all day!!"<br /><br />"Cut'ta shit, baby. You're hurting me. Sit up."<br /><br />Another giggle. "I don't believe you."<br /><br />"Run your hand over your stomach," he said.<br /><br />She did, moving it down sensually from her breast and stroking her skin<br />along the way. Her hand stopped abruptly when she touched the bulge<br />above her navel. Fingertips moved around quickly, testing and examining<br />the hard half-globe. "My God!" Her head jerked up and she gawked down at<br />her midsection. "You've ruptured me!"<br /><br />Even though the pulled-down position of his cock ached beyond being<br />funny, Buck couldn't help laughing, which made his dick ache all the<br />more because of the jerks. "No, baby. You're not hurt. You just got me<br />fish-hooked, that's all. That bulge is the head of my dick, trying to<br />poke out through your belly."<br /><br />"Yes ... it is!" Faith said. "I can feel it now. Not bad, either," she<br />muttered, rubbing her palm over the head of Buck's prick through her<br />skin and flesh.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 11<br /><br /><br />Buck waited another moment or so, expecting Faith to sit back up and<br />ease the strain in his aching penis. When she didn't, merely hung there<br />between his legs rubbing the head of his organ through her stomach wall<br />and grinning up at him, he decided to make her pay for the discomfort<br />she caused him.<br /><br />"Okay, baby, you asked for it," he said threateningly.<br /><br />A grin mocking Faith's amusement spread over his face. As if doing a<br />sit-up, he put his hands behind his head and, using only his powerful<br />stomach muscles, brought himself into a sitting position. He grabbed<br />Faith's hands and pulled her upright in one swift jerk. As her breasts<br />hit and flattened against his chest, Buck forced his hands into the soft<br />meeting of calf and thigh just behind her flexed knees. He pulled her<br />knees quickly up beside his body, and, before her feet could settle onto<br />the carpet, slid his palms down her calves and grasped her slender<br />ankles, flinging her feet and legs out to the sides and rear.<br /><br />Her heels thudded to the floor, sending a jolt throughout her body.<br />"Buck?" Her eyes opened wide and searched his face. "Buck? What are<br />you--" She let out a howl of half pleasure and half fear, as the<br />sensation of falling upward and backward caught at her sides and sent<br />her arms and legs around Buck's body. She sucked in her breath and clung<br />tenaciously as the room pitched and whirled about her. Then, no part of<br />her yet touching the floor, Buck loomed above her.<br /><br />With more than half of his long, black cock still inside Faith, Buck<br />paused. He chuckled at a private thought and shook his body from side to<br />side, then laughed aloud as Faith moaned and clung to his torso. She<br />swayed beneath him, like a monkey clinging to a tree limb during a<br />windstorm. Her hands were locked at the upper part of his back, and her<br />ankles crisscrossed over the swell of his brown buttocks.<br /><br />Suddenly he was no longer supporting her. She was falling to the floor,<br />clinging to Buck and pulling him down with her. Her back thumped onto<br />the soft carpet, partially knocking the breath from her lungs. Then, a<br />split second later, Buck fell atop her with all his weight, driving his<br />big cock to the depths of her cunt as his body smacked crushingly and<br />covered her. The air whooshed out of her lungs, leaving her weak and<br />trembling. She whimpered, turning loose and letting her arms and legs<br />flop limply out in the classic spread-eagled position.<br /><br />Straining for breath, Faith swung her head to the side and gasped, her<br />lungs filling and pushing her tits tighter against his chest. "I can't<br />breathe," she whined. "You're smothering me,"<br /><br />Buck elbowed the floor, raising his chest away from hers but still<br />keeping her nipples in contact with his skin.<br /><br />"That's better," she panted, then began to groan as he started. His ass<br />came up slow the first time, pulling the full length of his thick shaft<br />out until only his glans remained between the pouting lips of her cunt.<br />Then he slammed down into her, brutally hitting into her tender loins<br />with all his might. It was only the beginning. He'd promised her a rough<br />ride, and set about giving her exactly that.<br /><br />At first Faith wailed and whimpered, shuddering each time he slammed his<br />big organ forcefully up into her. He was going to kill her, she thought.<br />He kept hammering at her so fast, so hard. As soon as she managed to<br />catch a breath, wham, down he came and knocked it from her. I was too<br />animalistic, too violent, like no union she'd ever had before and surely<br />didn't want now, or ever in the future. His balls hit into the crack of<br />her ass, time and time again, hard, splatting and stinging, chafing the<br />tender skin. His cock seemed even bigger and harder now, as it invaded<br />her stretched and weeping vagina with calloused indifference. In and out<br />it plunged, chafing, pulling, probing, massaging, setting her insides<br />afire, rubbing with such frenzied friction that she couldn't stand it<br />another minute.<br /><br />Faith was sure she'd go out of her mind the very next time Buck thrust<br />his mighty pole up into her. He did. She didn't. It hurt. It burned.<br />Then something inside her snapped. The burning sensation changed,<br />slowly, fusing with the pain, changing it also, the pain and the burning<br />becoming one and tormenting her even more than before. Her guts began to<br />smolder. Her cunt was raw from the beating Buck gruntingly continued.<br />She held her breath, sure that at any moment her loins would burst into<br />flame and consume her in a fiery death.<br /><br />Shuddering and moaning, she lay limply beneath the wildly humping brown<br />body, expecting a curtain of soothing darkness to fall over her and<br />bring with it peace and contentment. She shut her eyes to help it<br />descend, go willingly into the world beyond death, there to find relief<br />from the unbearable heat in her pummeled, battered loins. A woman's<br />voice caught in her ear, sobbing and whimpering. Dimly, she recognized<br />the voice as her own. Yet it seemed apart from her, separate from her<br />own being. Fascinated, she tuned in and listened. How strange the voice<br />sounded, how inconsistent. At one moment it was filled with pain, the<br />next, surprisingly, because the pain had sounded so completely<br />unendurable, the voice whimpered with pure and unadulterated bliss. The<br />sounds changed as she listened. The pain faded, the bliss grew larger<br />and filled the void vacated by the pain sounds.<br /><br />The change was also taking place in her loins, Faith realized. Her cunt<br />was still raw, still smoldering, but pleasure was replacing the pain.<br />Wave after wave of the intense pleasure swept out from her loins as Buck<br />hit into her again and again. She opened her eyes and stared up with<br />incredulity.<br /><br />Sweat covered Buck's brown face and forehead. He licked at his lips,<br />smiling and panting.<br /><br />"Buck? Buck?" Faith could not go on. She sucked in her breath and bit<br />her lip.<br /><br />"Is it gettin' good, baby?"<br /><br />"Mmmm," moaned Faith, through her nose, nodding her head. It was getting<br />good, and more intense than she could believe. All her feeling seemed to<br />be centered in her cunt. Her lips were cold and unfeeling. She bit into<br />them with the sharp edges of her teeth. Nothing--no pain, no sensation<br />at all. All the nerves in her body had realigned themselves, connecting<br />her cunt and brain, sending pleasure up and down in a rapidly engulfing<br />stream that shut out all sensation but the pleasure of Buck's big black<br />cock stroking in and out of her screaming pussy. More, more, more, it<br />screamed. Harder--yes...harder!!<br /><br />Her arms shot up around his back, pulling his chest down over her once<br />more. She kissed wetly at his shoulder, his neck, his ear, nibbling and<br />nipping at the brown skin as she murmured softly. The pink tip of her<br />tongue darted into his ear and licked about eagerly. "Oh,<br />Buck...darling!"<br /><br />"Let it go, baby. Turn loose the fly," he panted.<br /><br />The calves of her legs slid over his. White feet hooked under brown<br />shins, using them as a lever to help shove her cunt up tightly against<br />his loins. She savored the moment, clinging to him and grinding her<br />pelvis, feeling the full length of his big thick cock inside her,<br />feeling his warm balls jostling about in the crevice of her ass, feeling<br />the coarse hair of his pubis chafe against her tender cunt lips.<br /><br />"Oh God...oh God," she moaned, clamping down her vaginal walls and<br />caressing his organ.<br /><br />"You with me now, Faith?"<br /><br />"Yesss," she hissed. "Now! Fuck me...fuck me...FUCK ME!!!"<br /><br />Boyd's cock threatened to burst. He'd never seen Faith so turned on. She<br />was out of her mind with lust for the massive black cock, hunching and<br />groaning and grunting like a wild animal. Her face was unrecognizable,<br />contorted with raw need, ugly. The abandoned way she thrust up to the<br />nigger sent a chill up Boyd's spine. Would he ever be able to satisfy<br />his wife after this, or would she scoff at his sexual attentions and<br />demand more than he could give her. His mind reeled with the thought of<br />what their future together might be like. One thing was certain: after<br />tonight Faith would never again be the sweet innocent girl he had loved<br />and married. He shuddered.<br /><br />The sight of Buck's brown ass hunching above his wife's thrashing hips<br />drew Boyd closer. Her legs were locked around Buck's waist now, her<br />heels beating into the cheeks of his ass. With a groan, Boyd knelt<br />beside them, getting his face up close. He watched the big cock pull out<br />of her tightly gripping cunt lips. The black shaft was covered with her<br />secretions, all wet and slippery and gleaming. Then it started back into<br />her, folding her cunt lips obscenely inward, drawing her asshole<br />tighter.<br /><br />Faith's moan of satisfaction excited Boyd all the more. He watched<br />Buck's cock disappear into Faith's body, heard the splat as their<br />bellies came hotly together. It went on and on. Faith moaned and gurgled<br />as Buck hunched frantically above her, filling her cunt with hard black<br />meat and jerking away from her as soon as his nuts slapped into her<br />wide-open ass.<br /><br />"Buck! Hurry, Buck," Faith yelled urgently. "Yess, oh yess, darling. I<br />can't wait for you! I'm going...going. Ouuu, mmmm!"<br /><br />"Yeah, baby, yeah! I feel you coming. I feel you. You're taking me with<br />you...baby...baby!"<br /><br />Faith's head rolled ecstatically from side to side. Her eyes were<br />clamped tightly shut, her eyeballs making little ripples over her<br />fluttering eyelids as they twisted about unseen. "Buck!" It was a shrill<br />scream. "Oh, Buck!"<br /><br />"Catch it, baby...catch it!" Buck was straining against her now, holding<br />his cock in to the very hilt and feeling it twitch preparatory to<br />shooting his come out inside her. He gritted his teeth and turned his<br />head to the side, closing his eyes as orgasm took hold.<br /><br />Open-mouthed, panting with lust, Boyd gawked at the heavy brown balls.<br />They pulled up slowly, tightening and wrinkling the loose skin, until<br />they were hugging the base of Buck's organ. Faith was moaning and<br />blubbering, already in her climax. Her cunt lips and asshole danced and<br />winked, her body shuddering along with the orgasmic cadence. Then the<br />brown nuts, pressed tight against her fluttering cunt, began to jerk.<br /><br />Faith's breath sucked in with a ragged gasp. "I feel it!! So strong...so<br />hot. Shoot it...in me...deep and hot! Come, daddy, come...come!!!"<br /><br />Their mouths met in a moaning, tongue-sucking kiss. Faith's fingernails<br />raked down Buck's back. She cupped his ass and tried to get yet more of<br />the throbbing, spurting black cock up into her heaving belly. A tremor<br />wrenched her entire body each time a hot jet of Buck's spiraling semen<br />hit into the open mouth of her womb. Jerking her mouth free, Faith<br />sobbed out brokenly, begging Buck to never stop the inner inundation of<br />her being.<br /><br />But Buck could make it last no longer than the final weak twitching of<br />his cock. Drained, his orgasm over, Buck lay atop her writhing body only<br />to catch his breath. Then, Faith begging him to leave it in and get it<br />hard again, to go on with their "delicious fuck" all night, Buck<br />disentangled her arms and legs and crawled off her.<br /><br />She caught his wrist and pulled him to his knees beside her head. "Let<br />me suck it and make it hard," she hissed, then raised her head and took<br />the sex-drenched, limber black cock lovingly into her mouth.<br /><br />Boyd watched his wife bobbing her head, heard the lustful noises as she<br />sucked and slurped around her mouthful of meat. His gaze moved down her<br />sweat-soaked body, past her jiggling tits, past her heaving belly. The<br />crisp hair of her pubic mound was now wet and soggy, clinging wetly to<br />her skin in little ringlets. An inflamed clitoris stood out boldly in<br />the top folds of her open cunt, still hard, still throbbing. Below her<br />clitoris lay the yawning chasm that was now her cunt. No longer was it<br />pure and tight, but stretched and freshly fucked, and, by the Southern<br />standards, ruined for all time, nigger-fucked.<br /><br />The red of his wife's inner cunt looked back at Boyd, mocking him,<br />laughing and rolling the jets of ropy come about as she sucked hotly on<br />the black dick that had spewed her full of it. He groaned, knelt between<br />her legs, and brought his mouth to her messy pussy.<br /><br />Hands took Boyd's ass, positioning it. He kept at Faith, sucking at her<br />cunt, licking up inside her as far as his tongue could reach. A pain<br />shot up his body. He groaned and stiffened, still not taking his mouth<br />from Faith's hot cunt. The head of a cock popped through the tight,<br />rubbery ring of his asshole. He whimpered, easing his ass back and<br />letting the cock work gently up into his bowels. Soon a fat belly<br />pressed against the cheeks of his rump. Hands gripped his hips, and<br />Harold began fucking slowly in and out of his anus. Even more excited<br />now, Boyd thrust his tongue up into Faith's vagina and licked at the<br />slippery walls of her cunt.<br /><br />Dirk came over and lay down beside Faith. Moving her slowly, so Boyd<br />could follow and continue sucking her cunt, he turned her onto her side.<br />Snuggling up to her back, Dirk reached down and raised her leg up in<br />front of her body. Then he took her hips, pulling her butt toward him<br />and getting her into position.<br /><br />The head of Dirk's prick came to her anus and pressed for entrance. It<br />was too dry, too tight. He pulled away and aimed for her cunt, nudging<br />between her and Boyd's chin. Slowly Boyd gave way, letting the cock<br />brush past his lips and sink into Faith's cunt. It was a pleasant<br />sensation, thought Dirk, his cock moving in and out of Faith to gather<br />lubrication with which to make the insertion into her ass easier, and<br />Boyd licking at them both all the while. For a moment he toyed with the<br />idea of going on to orgasm that way.<br /><br />But that was not what he'd come behind Faith for. As yet, her asshole<br />was virgin, and he wanted to be the first to screw it. Shivering with<br />anticipation of how tight and hot she would be, Dirk withdrew his rod<br />from her warm cunt and brought the come and saliva-wet head again to her<br />puckered anus. His hands gripping tightly to her hips, so she couldn't<br />jerk free, he pressed the head of his dick into the tiny brown opening.<br /><br />Much to Dirk's surprise, Faith made no effort to pull away. Instead,<br />after jerking startledly at the first contact, she moaned around her<br />mouthful of hardening dick and pressed back to help him get the head<br />past her tight ring and on into her butt. She squealed out as it popped<br />through, then shivered as he sank it to the depths of her bowels.<br /><br />The dog lay panting on the couch. Lucia, Tanya, and Bess were again<br />sitting at the table, watching all three of Faith's holes and Boyd's two<br />being put to good use.<br /><br />"Let's join the fun," Lucia urged the other two.<br /><br />Bess, fully recovered now, jumped up eagerly, but begged off to catch a<br />breather after her recent romp with Sam.<br /><br />"Go ahead," Tanya said, grinning as she rubbed her cunt. "I won't be<br />long. Let me get a little feeling back in it first."<br /><br />"Okay, baby," said Lucia, bending to kiss Tanya on the mouth. "Come on<br />in whenever you're ready. If there's not room by then, make it."<br /><br />Lucia and Bess moved over to the tangled mass of human bodies, intending<br />to tangle them up more yet. Lucia, being the dominant of the two, picked<br />her spot. She jerked Buck's cock from Faith's mouth and sat on her,<br />pinning her shoulders to the floor and bringing her cunt over her mouth.<br /><br />"That's it," Lucia crooned down at Faith. "Lick it. Get your tongue up<br />inside and suck me for all you're worth."<br /><br />"You rotten bitch," Buck said to Lucia. "That blow job was beginning to<br />feel pretty good."<br /><br />"I can do it better," Lucia taunted, opening her mouth and flicking her<br />tongue. "Come on, Buck, put it in here and go right out of your mind."<br /><br />Buck grinned down into her face. He put one foot on the floor behind<br />Dirk's head and eased the other out until he stood spraddle-legged with<br />his cock in Lucia's face. Get it, baby," he said softly. "Don't bite me<br />when you come, you hear?"<br /><br />"Or what?" Lucia asked, licking at his glans and cradling his balls in<br />her palms.<br /><br />"I'll finish in your ass, if you bite," Buck grinned.<br /><br />Lucia wanted no more of that. The one time he'd stuck that thick pole in<br />her rump had caused her to bleed from the tear. "You won't even know<br />I've got teeth," she promised, then opened wide and tugged him into her<br />mouth by his balls.<br /><br />Bess looked frustratedly about for a suitable spot. Boyd's cock was the<br />only one free. But his position would permit sucking only, and she<br />wasn't hot enough for that yet. However, she did want to join in the<br />Faith-centered orgy. Harold's fat ass could stand a little thrashing,<br />she decided, turning and going back to the table for a quirt. It always<br />made her hot to lash him as he buggered one of his boys, and he liked<br />it, too. His climax was always so much more gratifying with his buttocks<br />striped and glowing warm at her hand. "What are you gonna do?" Tanya<br />asked, when Bess picked one of the two quirts from the table.<br /><br />"Warm my old man's ass," Bess replied, swishing the quirt through the<br />air for drill. "Wanna help me?"<br /><br />Tanya nodded, picked up the other quirt, and followed Bess back over to<br />the maze of writhing bodies. She'd never liked Harold. Once the bastard<br />had slipped up behind her, when she'd been kneeling and sucking Dirk,<br />and before she knew what was going on his pudgy belly was pressing<br />against her, with his dick rammed painfully up her ass. She welcomed the<br />opportunity to even the score.<br /><br />The left cheek of Harold's plump bottom going to Bess and the right to<br />Tanya, the two women set about raining blow after swishing blow onto his<br />white tail. It didn't remain white long, for they went at him with<br />obvious pleasure. The leather thongs whacked over his trembling rump,<br />turning his whole rear into a pink glow, with red welts appearing where<br />the straps themselves had bitten. They kept him hunching furiously into<br />Boyd's wavering body, letting him pull out before both whacked the<br />quirts against his reddening buttocks and sent him lurching forward with<br />a howl and planting his peter up Boyd's shit chute once more.<br /><br />"Mmm...mmm...mmm," fat Harold crooned, shoving his stick all the way up<br />Boyd and bending over him as orgasm flooded over him.<br /><br />Bess and Tanya beat his ass all the harder, neither trying to keep a<br />cadence now that Harold was spewing his come and moaning with ecstasy.<br />All their strength was put into the thrashing of those quivering,<br />jiggling fat globes of virtually hairless male butt. On Tanya's buttock<br />appeared a few drops of blood, and she caught herself, quitting before<br />Bess did. She was even with Harold now, bringing blood to his tail was<br />further than she'd intended to go. It was enough.<br /><br />Reversing the quirt, holding the thonged end in her hand, Tanya roughly<br />shoved the handle up Harold's ass. She pushed it all the way in, until<br />the strips of leather dangled from his butt like wet and drooping tail<br />feathers. Standing back at a short distance, she surveyed her handiwork,<br />unable to quell the roar of laughter that burst from her at such a<br />ludicrous sight.<br /><br />Fat Harold's orgasm was the first, and it seemed to set off a chain<br />reaction. His come spurting up into Boyd's bowels pushed Boyd over the<br />brink, and his unattended prick began a solitary dance, sending his<br />semen gushing out and falling to the carpet. In his excitement, Boyd<br />sucked down with all his power, drawing out the nearer folds of Faith's<br />much-used cunt into his mouth and chewing on them with lip-covered<br />teeth.<br /><br />The harsh suction was a completely new sensation for Faith. It felt like<br />her insides were being pulled out into Boyd's mouth, and once there<br />being eaten and massaged in such a delicious way. She wailed a muffled<br />wail up into Lucia's hot cunt and let herself hurtle into orgasm at<br />Boyd's mouth.<br /><br />Dirk gritted his teeth. Faith's virgin ass was the hottest and tightest<br />he'd ever had the pleasure of putting his dick into. Now, added to that<br />scrumptious warmth and snug fit, her anus winked and fluttered about the<br />base of his fully planted rod. He'd wanted it to last longer, and tried<br />to hold back. But it was useless. Faith's spasmodically clamping asshole<br />and the heat of her inner body was too much for mortal cock to endure.<br />She milked the come right up from his balls. He joined the chorus of<br />moans, and inundated her bowels with a surging stream of spurting, hot<br />come.<br /><br />Hearing the others go into orgasm one by one triggered Lucia's release,<br />especially when Faith sucked down ecstatically on Lucia's pussy and<br />reached up to squeeze her breasts at the same time. Lucia's hands pulled<br />Buck's big cock on down into her throat and she gurgled the beginning of<br />her climax around it. She cupped her palms over the tightened cheeks of<br />his ass and held him to her face, taking most of his gigantic pole down<br />her throat and swallowing around it over and over.<br /><br />The ringed portion of Lucia's throat flicked maddeningly over Buck's big<br />organ. He stared down in disbelief at her hollowed cheeks and protruding<br />lips. The red lips were still working tightly and softly around his<br />shaft, trying to take the rest of it inside her oral cavity. He groaned,<br />grabbed the back Of Lucia's head, and, already shooting come, pulled her<br />face toward him till her lips mashed into the coarse pubic hair.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Faith lay on the floor, a fatuous smile covering her lovely face. One<br />hand lay weakly over her ultra-sensitive vulva. The fingers of her other<br />hand probed testingly at her expanded asshole. She was completely<br />oblivious of the others, who were standing around her in a circle and<br />watching her reaction.<br /><br />Bess licked her lips and tore her gaze from Faith. Putting her mouth<br />close to Lucia's ear, she whispered, "Let's play darts."<br /><br />"I'd intended to," Lucia said softly. She and Bess had made the darts,<br />together, after Lucia'd dreamed up the little game. "I forgot all about<br />it, Bess. It's getting late, maybe we'd better wait till next time."<br /><br />"You promised, Lucia," Bess accused.<br /><br />It was true, she had confided her plan for Faith's initiation to Bess,<br />and had given her word that Bess could toss the first dart in return for<br />helping her make them. "All right. It might revive us all. Get the<br />straps."<br /><br />Bess hurried off and came back with two chamoise-like strips of leather.<br />She pitched one to Lucia, then knelt at Faith's feet and tightly bound<br />her ankles together, while Lucia set about lifting Faith's arms up over<br />her head securing her wrists with the other soft leather strap.<br /><br />"What the hell are you doing?" Dirk demanded.<br /><br />"We're gonna hang her from the ceiling and throw darts at her tits and<br />fanny," Bess excitedly informed him.<br /><br />"Like hell we are," Dirk shouted. "Untie her."<br /><br />"Dirk," Lucia said softly, cajolingly. "Come on, honey. It won't hurt<br />her nearly as much as that ramrod of yours stuck up her ass did. Get the<br />darts, Bess. Show him what they're like."<br /><br />Again Bess hurried off, this time returning with a large lidded glass<br />bowl. She stopped in front of Dirk and lifted off the lid. Lucia reached<br />in and pulled one of the tiny darts from the alcohol-soaked sponge,<br />where the points of all the darts were imbedded.<br /><br />"See, Dirk," Lucia asked, passing the dart to him. "It won't be a bit<br />worse than getting a shot at the doctor's."<br /><br />"Well, I'll be damned," said Dirk, breaking into a smile at the tiny<br />torture implement he held between thumb and forefinger. "Matchsticks and<br />needles?"<br /><br />"Yes, and paper strips inserted and folded to serve the place of<br />feathers. We put a lot of time and work into those things," Lucia<br />exclaimed. "It'd be a shame to let them go to waste."<br /><br />"Hm," said Dirk, "Damned ingenious." Then he lifted the matchstick dart<br />up to his chin and flicked his wrist, sending it flying straight for<br />Bess' tit, and hitting her directly in the hole at the end of her<br />nipple.<br /><br />"Ow! Goddamn it, Dirk, why'd you do that for?" Bess whined, doing a<br />little Indian type dance as the dart sagged from her skin without<br />falling free. "Pull it out. I've got my hands full," she told Lucia.<br /><br />Lucia jerked it free and stuck the needle point back down into the<br />alcoholed sponge. "Okay, Dirk?"<br /><br />"Sure, baby. Where do you want her?"<br /><br />"Put her on the hook. It ought to be about the right height."<br /><br />"Now stop it!" Boyd broke in. "I can't let you do that!"<br /><br />Lucia, grinning again her evil grin, took a dart from the sponge. She<br />turned to Boyd and, hiding the dart from sight, took his limp organ in<br />her other hand. She held his glans between thumb and forefinger, then<br />brought out the dart and jabbed the needle into the head of his penis,<br />it all happening so fast that Boyd didn't know what was coming.<br /><br />Yelping with pain, Boyd wrenched free of her and pulled the needle from<br />his organ. He started at her, as if to jab it into her belly.<br /><br />"Boyd!" barked Lucia, stopping him in his tracks.<br /><br />"Remember what happened to you at the first of the party? Shut up, or I<br />won't be as easy on you this time." Lucia smiled, then added with a<br />tinkle of laughter in her voice, "Have you ever had a knitting needle<br />stuck up your cock? Cross me again, Boyd, and that's what I'll do to<br />you."<br /><br />Boyd backed away, his head shaking and his eyes wide. His face looked<br />like he could feel the knitting needle just from Lucia's threat. Lucia<br />laughed and hurried to join the others, as Boyd sat down as far from his<br />wife's swaying body as the room would permit.<br /><br />A bewildered Faith hung from the ceiling hook, whimpering and looking<br />wildly about. Her toes dug at the floor in an effort to raise her body<br />high enough to unhook her hands. It was a futile effort, for only the<br />very tips of her big toes could make contact with the carpet, and then<br />not firm enough to do anything but cause her body to twist and turn<br />helplessly.<br /><br />"Should we blindfold her," Buck asked.<br /><br />"What are you going to do to me?" Faith's voice was edged with terror.<br />"Oh God, don't whip me...not like this."<br /><br />"You want a blindfold, Faith?" Lucia calmly inquired.<br /><br />It made Faith think of an old Foreign Legion movie. It was all so<br />unreal, she the one being executed, and Lucia the captain of the firing<br />squad. She shuddered, and shook her head. "No, don't blindfold me. What<br />are you going to do?"<br /><br />The bowl now rested on the floor. Lucia bent and took a dart for each<br />hand. She aimed one of them for Faith's breast, and sent it flying.<br /><br />Horrified, Faith watched it come at her. It dropped short of its mark<br />and stuck into her upper stomach. She screamed out and wrenched her<br />body, the leather strap biting harder into her wrists as she turned<br />jerkily about. Then she gasped aloud, hunching forward as a second dart<br />hit its mark and stuck into the left cheek of her trembling ass. "Oh<br />Lord! Don't throw any more...please don't hurt me."<br /><br />"We've got almost a hundred darts here, Faith," Lucia told her. "You<br />wouldn't want us to waste any of them, now would you? Don't be so<br />inconsiderate."<br /><br />Another dart hit into the back of her right thigh. Faith groaned, but<br />made no verbal protest. It would do no good to beg. Lucia would become<br />all the more excited if she begged. So she hung limply from the hook,<br />closing her eyes and feeling dizzy as her body jerked and twisted. One<br />dart after another pricked her skin and dangled like a banderillos from<br />a weakening bull in a Spanish arena. They would not kill her, as the<br />matador did the bull, of that Faith was sure. It was little solace,<br />however, as the endless darts imbedded into her flesh painfully. She<br />moaned and groaned, almost constantly, jerking involuntarily and<br />twisting as each new dart found its place and bit sharply into her.<br /><br />The waiting was the worst part of all. As the game progressed, Lucia'd<br />assigned differing points for each part of her anatomy. The players were<br />taking more careful aim now, and recording their scores after each shot.<br />Faith wouldn't look. She kept her eyes clamped shut and tried not to<br />wonder when the next dart would prick into her flesh. But she couldn't<br />help but anticipate the next dart, especially when all got quiet. She<br />knew someone was taking aim and involuntarily tensed her body for the<br />stab of the endless supply of needle-darts. When it hit, sometimes in<br />her breast and sometimes in her buttock, she'd yelp and wrench her<br />torso, despite her resolve not to show any feeling whatsoever.<br /><br />Blood trickled down from her punctured tits and buttocks, candy-striping<br />her white skin obscenely. She looked like a peasant girl in an old<br />torture dungeon, a picture from right out of the dark ages. She knew<br />this, and it humiliated her. Her body hurt all over, the physical pain<br />fusing with the psychological pain and causing her to weep bitter tears<br />over the atrocious manner in which they were debasing her.<br /><br />All was quiet for an exceptionally long time, then she heard Lucia<br />announce happily, "I won," and knew that all the darts had now been<br />thrown, that almost a hundred of the dreaded little things were hanging<br />from her flesh. The voices came closer, then one by one the darts were<br />pulled from her body. It was worse than when they'd hit into her. She<br />hung as still as possible, whimpering with pain as all the darts were<br />withdrawn from her.<br /><br />The last dart was finally gone, she knew. Why didn't they take her down?<br />Why? Then she knew. Beginning at knee level she felt tongues, two of<br />them, one in front of her body and one behind. She opened her eyes and<br />saw Lucia kneeling before her, her tongue darting out again and again,<br />licking every trace of blood from her skin. It was Bess at the back, she<br />saw, doing the same. The tongues were doing more than simply licking her<br />clean of blood, they were beginning to drive her out of her mind, as<br />well. The closer they came to her cunt and ass, the more Faith sighed<br />and gave herself over to the incessant lapping.<br /><br />Bess' tongue moved over her buttocks again and again, licking the<br />dart-inflicted pinpricks as a mother lioness would lick her wounded cub.<br />It felt good, soothing, healing. Then fingers parted her buttocks<br />gently, and Faith moaned with pleasure as Bess' warm, wet tongue slid up<br />into her asshole and licked about. And Lucia's tongue, now in her<br />vagina, sending a chill of pleasure all over her body and making her<br />break out in goosebumps. On up Lucia licked now, over her belly and each<br />tit, until Faith was screaming from the pure delight of it all.<br /><br />Both women ceased their licking as Dirk approached with a can in hand.<br />Lucia and Bess backed away, making room for Dirk to move around Faith's<br />body. He shook the can, then began to circle her as he sprayed the white<br />froth from her neck clear down to her ankles. He opened her buttocks,<br />putting the can to her anus and spewing it full of the substance.<br /><br />When he filled her cunt with the cool foam, Faith was sure she'd pass<br />out. God, it felt good, hissing and gushing up into her vagina, filling<br />it to overflowing and then oozing out and running down the insides of<br />her thighs. Finally the can was empty. Dirk stopped. She heard the can<br />hit off at a distance, where he'd tossed it. Then he was calling to the<br />others:<br /><br />"Come and get it. Dessert with whipped cream topping. Let's lick every<br />drop of it off sweet Faith."<br /><br />Then tongues were all over Faith, licking in unison at her tits, her<br />legs, her back, her stomach, her ass. It was enough to drive her out of<br />her mind. She quivered and moaned, trembled and jerked, coming again and<br />again as all those tongues kept loving every inch of her body.<br /><br />A mouth attached itself to her ass and sucked the whipped cream from<br />there. Then another mouth covered her cunt, lips forming tightly and<br />sucking the cream from her fluttering vagina, going up in after the last<br />traces with a hot probing tongue. The rest of the tongues kept at her,<br />licking her all over as she shuddered in ecstasy from the simultaneous<br />ass and cunt tonguing. It was too much...too much!<br /><br />An orgasm like Faith had never before experienced took hold of her. It<br />began in her cunt, but didn't stop there. It spread to her asshole,<br />making it join in and quiver with delight, also. Then the rest of her<br />body was flooded over, twitching, jerking, thrashing about. The waves of<br />orgasmic pleasure seemed to even wash out into her fingers and toes. It<br />turned her to jelly, a writhing, blubbering mass of jelly.<br /><br />Tremor after tremor shot through Faith, making her buck and jerk like a<br />psychotic receiving electric shock therapy. She screamed out loud and<br />long, her face mirroring the unbearable sensations going on within her,<br />then she slumped into a dangling, used-up female form, swaying<br />unknowingly from the hook, unconscious.<br /><br /><br />Chapter 12<br /><br /><br />It was Friday night, the moon was full and shone down brightly from a<br />clear Alabama sky. Boyd Dunston hummed happily to himself as he turned<br />off the main street and headed for home at ten p.m. He'd had two<br />appointments that evening, and had sold them both, a $10,000 straight<br />life policy to the last, and a $5,000 endowment on a new baby at the<br />first one.<br /><br />The old touch wasn't gone, after all. He still had it. The knowledge<br />made him doubly glad, for these were the only policies he'd sold all<br />week. Ever since that damned party, six days ago, he'd been worried<br />sick. His guts had ached so bad at times that he was sure he was<br />developing an ulcer. Faith's strangeness had kept him upset, unable to<br />think about anything else.<br /><br />The party had done something to her, changed her somehow. All Sunday,<br />the day after the party, she'd kept to her bed, getting up only to go to<br />the bathroom occasionally, not even bothering to eat. She wouldn't talk<br />to him at all, except to give him a sharp "leave me alone," when he<br />tried to cheer her up. And during the week it was little better. The<br />housework went undone for the most part. She seemed to have no interest<br />at all in making a home for them any more. He suspected that she was<br />spending her time with Lucia, the daylight hours that she had to<br />herself. He'd asked her about it several times, and had gotten nothing<br />but an enigmatic smile for an answer.<br /><br />And sex, or rather the absence of it, had crushed him most of all. Faith<br />wouldn't let him get near her, let alone touch her. She'd never treated<br />him that way before, never. Right from their honeymoon on she'd been<br />eager to see that he got all the loving he wanted. Even when she wasn't<br />fully in the mood, why, she still gave herself gladly and seemed to<br />enjoy the fact that he found satisfaction through her body. But not this<br />week.<br /><br />The goddamned party had changed all that. After Sunday she was civil to<br />him, but insisted on a hands off policy until, as she said, "I regain my<br />sense of balance and perspective." It had been torture for Boyd, living<br />in the same house with her and not being able to touch her, kiss her,<br />hug her. At night, lying side by side in bed, that was the worst. Like<br />brother and sister, he'd thought, and knew that it couldn't go on that<br />way for long.<br /><br />But now, now it was over, and Faith was coming around. What a difference<br />there'd been when he came home for supper. The house was neat and clean<br />again, like a home, like their home had always been. He'd known then,<br />the moment he walked in the front door, that Faith had found her<br />balance, that she was once again his wife, that things would be right<br />between them.<br /><br />In the kitchen, she'd smiled sweetly at him and left her work to warmly<br />embrace him, had poured him a cup of coffee and set him down at the<br />table to await the meal. They'd talked, neither of them mentioning the<br />party or the days since, while she added the finishing touches to the<br />dessert. He'd watched her, beaming as she moved about in her frilly<br />dress and open-toed sandals. She was the old Faith once more, the sweet,<br />angelic girl he loved.<br /><br />After supper he'd apologized for having to go out and keep the two<br />appointments. She didn't mind, she told him, and had walked with him to<br />the door and out to the car. She'd leaned in the open door and kissed<br />him, telling him not to be any later than necessary, that she had a<br />surprise for him when he got home, one that she knew he would like. He'd<br />wanted to know what the surprise was. She wouldn't tell him, but did<br />give him a hint. He'd find the wife he wanted waiting, she'd promised,<br />then added sultrily, "It'll be a night you'll never forget, darling,"<br />before she shut the car door and hurried into the house.<br /><br />Now, as Boyd pulled into his driveway, he felt a stirring in his loins.<br />He stopped the car and cut the lights and engine. Glancing at the house,<br />Boyd saw that only one light was on, the one in their bedroom. His heart<br />beat faster as he opened the door and climbed from the car. Faith was<br />waiting for him in bed. He could picture her lying there in her sexiest<br />nightgown, smiling at him as he stood admiring her from the doorway. She<br />probably had drinks already made and waiting, too.<br /><br />The handle of his attaché case felt slippery as he walked across the<br />lawn toward the front door. Switching it to his other hand, Boyd wiped<br />the sweat from his damp palm on his trousers. He took the three steps in<br />one leap and reached for the doorknob, turned it, and went into the<br />darkened living room.<br /><br />"Faith?"<br /><br />"Back here, darling."<br /><br />Her voice was edged with excitement. Boyd broke into a smile and set<br />down his attaché case on the floor, deciding that the paper work inside<br />it could damn well wait till morning. He shrugged out of his coat and<br />pitched it toward the half-seen couch, then, loosening his tie, went<br />down the hall toward the bedroom.<br /><br />Abruptly, Boyd halted in the open doorway. The smile faded from his<br />face. A tremor shot through his body. He gasped in horrified disbelief.<br />"Oh no, Faith...no," he groaned.<br /><br />There was Faith, his wife, standing in the middle of their bed. Her face<br />wore the evil smile that belonged to Lucia. A skin-tight black leather<br />jumpsuit covered her body, with cutouts leaving her firm breasts and<br />entire crotch area naked. High-heeled lace-up boots were on her feet,<br />and a whip was coiled in her right hand. Her legs were spread wide apart<br />and her hands rested on her leather-covered hips.<br /><br />"Do you like it, Boyd?"<br /><br />He shook his head dumbly, unable to speak or tear his gaze from the<br />obscene sight.<br /><br />"Well, get used to it," she chuckled. "You're going to see a lot more.<br />This is the new me...and I love it!"<br /><br />"Faith?"<br /><br />"Yes, Boyd?"<br /><br />"You're not serious, are you? Tell me it's only a joke."<br /><br />Her smile broadened, and her eyes squinted down to slits. Reaching out<br />with her left hand, she motioned for him to come, at the same time<br />letting the whip uncoil like a snake until its thonged tip lay on the<br />floor, waiting...<br /><br /><br />The End<br /><br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-75002130370360435832007-03-04T16:41:00.000-05:002007-03-04T17:14:58.206-05:00Oriental Butt-Boning<a href="http://ontz5jtot6spk6tkvy.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/25/181/1814035456.jpg"></a>When I was stationed in Korea, I had a Korean girlfriend named Uni. Uni was the horniest Korean girl I ever met in my three years over there. Most Korean bar-girls will let you fuck them, but they're pretty dead fucks. Uni liked it, and really got into it. She had small tits, like all Korean girls, and a small, gorgeous ass. I liked to play with her ass, and it was one of the fastest ways to get her horny. As we fucked, I'd reach down and cup one hand around an ass-cheek, reach a finger to her asshole, rub it around gently, and whisper in her ear, "Someday, I'm going to fuck you here." She'd say "Bullshit", but then she'd start moving even harder.<br /><br />At one point, a friend of hers, named Li, was living in the spare bedroom until she found a place to live. Li was tiny, but real pretty. I'd pounded off more than once thinking about getting a piece of her ass. One night, Uni came home about 2 in the morning, drunk off her ass, so drunk, in fact, she couldn't get up the stairs. Li, who was pretty toasted herself, came upstairs and told me that I had to go get Uni. When I got back upstairs with Uni, Li had passed out on the floor. I put Uni to bed, then put Li in her bed in the spare bedroom. Then I went into the main bedroom, stripped, and crawled into bed with Uni. Uni was sprawled out, still dressed, so I took her clothes off for her. She was laying on her belly, legs slightly spread, with her beautiful little rump sticking up into the air. I started rubbing her ass, and the crack between her cheeks, and she started to hump her pussy into the mattress. She was muttering something, so I leaned forward to hear what it was.<br /><br />"Kiss my ass," she kept saying over and over. So, I bent over and placed a sloppy kiss on one ass-cheek. "No, kiss me here!" she said, and put a finger right on her asshole.<br /><br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />"If I kiss it, I'm going to fuck it," I told her.<br /><br />"OK, I want you to fuck me here," she replied.<br /><br /><a href="http://8wdiiirpu8tq7h31rj4k.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/831/831030117.jpg"></a>I went into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth. I left the lights on low, so I could see what I was doing, then I washed her asshole real good. I lifted her ass up off the bed and put a couple of pillows under her pussy to keep it in the air. Then I started teasing her pussy with my tongue. As soon as she really started to buck and squirm, I moved my attention from her cunt to her ass. I started fingering her cunt and tickling her clit while I licked her cheeks, and slowly worked my way in to the center. The closer I got to her asshole, the more she jumped and bucked. Then I started rimming her hole, and she just about hit the ceiling. She was bucking all over the bed, and her pussy was running like a tap all over my hand. When I stuck my tongue up her pucker and started fucking her like it was a little cock, I hit paydirt. She started cumming like a maniac, drenched my fingers, my hand and the bed with pussy juice, screamed something in Korean for a few seconds, then just started bouncing her cunt against the pillows and trying to rip my tongue out by the roots with her ass.<br /><br />I kept it up a about five minutes, until my tongue was sore. Then I slid up her body and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck your asshole now. Do you want me to put my big dick into your little ass?"<br /><br />"OK" she whispered. I slid back down, and surveyed the scene. Her ass was covered with my saliva, and my hand was soaked with her pussy-lube, so I started to press my middle finger against her asshole, as I massaged her clit with my other hand. There was a brief resistance, then it slid in. She sighed, and wiggled her cunt down against the pillows a bit harder. I worked my finger in and out of her ass for a few minutes, then worked another finger in. After about fifteen minutes, I was working three fingers in and out of her ass, and I had a cock that was hard enough to cut diamond.<br /><br />I grabbed a bottle of lotion, poured a healthy amount down the crack of her ass, then started working it into her asshole with my fingers. Once she was lubed up and ready to go, I greased my dick up and said," I'm ready to fuck your ass. Do you want it?"<br /><br /><a href="http://nd3tlo3hkz17jg9777c.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/31/101/1019183388.jpg"></a>"Yes, fuck me, fuck me in the ass with your big dick," she screamed. I lifted her ass a bit higher and put another pillow under her. Then I knelt behind her. I started rubbing my dick up and down the crack of her ass, the way she always liked it. Then I reached down and spread her cheeks apart so I could see the target zone. I rubbed the head of my dick over her pucker for a few seconds, then slowly started to apply pressure to her rear entrance. There was a brief resistance, then the head popped in. I stopped, reached under her with one hand, and started to rub her clit again to relax her.<br /><br />She started to buck and squirm again, and each time she buck back against me, a little more of my steel-hard prick was forced up her ass. After a little while, I was where I'd been fantasizing ever since I first saw Uni [not equal] balls-deep in her ass.<br /><br />For a few minutes, I just stayed there, pressing her against the pillows, arms wrapped around her, rubbing her clit and playing with her pussy with one hand, holding onto one tit with the other hand, just sort of making micro-thrusts, not more than a quarter-inch in and out of that incredibly tight, hot hole. Then I got up a bit so I had room to move, and started to slowly slide my dick in and out of her ass, all the way out until just the head was in, then ease it back in until my crotch was pressed against her ass.<br /><br />The sight of my swollen cock splitting her tiny asshole wide open, combined with the intense feel of it was enough that I knew that I was going to shoot a wad soon, and it was going to be a big one. After a few more strokes, I felt the rising tingle in my balls, and knew it was time. I started picking up speed, slamming my dick into her upturned ass, until I couldn't hold back any more. I make one last thrust, held it there for one ever-lasting second, then grunted loudly as I shot my load. I came so hard, my head spun, and I felt dizzy for a bit.I held my cock there for about five minutes, until it started to get soft, then pulled it out. It came out with an obscene sucking sound that made me want to do it all over again. But first, I took the washcloth and cleaned up Uni, who had fallen asleep, then went into the bathroom to take a piss and get cleaned up myself.<br /><br /><a href="http://oess81za0hkgpn9uza.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/34/192/1923975622.jpg"></a>When I came out of the bedroom, I realized that I had left the door open. I didn't think much of it, because the only one who could have watched us was Li, and she was passed out in the other room. I took a piss, then decided to take shower. Since it was late, and I was pretty much used to the dark, I decided to leave the lights off. As I was rinsing off, the door opened, and Li walked in, stark naked. She came right up to me, grabbed my dick and said, "I'm horny. I want you to fuck me." Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, took my dick into her mouth, and proceeded to give me one of the best blow-jobs I'd had in months.<br /><br />After the wad I'd just blown in Uni's ass, I'd have said that there was no way that I could get hard again so soon, but I was wrong. My dick was steel-hard in no time, and Li showed no intention of quitting any time soon.<br /><br />There wasn't much I could say at this point, so I shut off the shower, reached down and pulled Li to her feet. Now, Uni's a tiny little girl. She doesn't even come up to my arm when I hold it straight out. Li is about 4 inches shorter than Uni, so when she stood straight up, the top of her head came to about the center of my stomach. The head of my dick was just nestled between her tits, which I thought was a pretty nice place for it. She stood on tip-toe, I bent over, and we kissed for a while.<br /><br />I had one arm wrapped around her shoulders, and was reaching down with the other to get a handful of her cute little ass, and rubbing her cunt from behind. She had one arm around my waist, had a handful of dick, and was gently stroking it up and down. I broke our lip-lock and said, "If you keep on doing that, it's going to get real messy, real soon." She just giggled at me, then bent over a little and started sucking on the head of my dick. I put a hand behind her head and coaxed her forward, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. I felt the head of my dick hit the back of her throat, then she bent her head a little and took the rest of it down her throat, until she had the entire thing in her mouth, and the last few inches lodged in her throat. This was enough to put me over the edge, but then she started to hum, deep in her throat. I lost it then and there, and fired a massive volley of cum down her throat. Rather than pull away, she tried to swallow my cock even further. After she had sucked every last drop of cum out of my balls, she slowly pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "Now you do me." I thought for sure that after two monster shots in such a short time I wouldn't be able to get it up for the rest of the night, but the next words out of her mouth almost made me think I could blow a wad on the spot.<br /><br />"I want you to do what you did to Uni. I want you to lick my asshole, then fuck me in the ass."<br /><br />"How do you know about that?"<br /><br />"On the way home, Uni told me that she was going to let you fuck her in the ass tonight. I watched you do it to her, now do it to me." I reached over and turned the shower back on, and pulled Li close to me. I got the soap and the washcloth and started to wash her real good, especially around the ass. When I was satisfied that she was squeaky clean, I shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried her off, paying particular attention to her tits, cunt and ass. Then she took the towel and made sure I was dry, especially my dick. Then I picked her up and carried her into the spare bedroom.<br /><br />She turned off all the lights except for a night light, then we laid down and snuggled up together. While we played dueling tongues, I was rubbing her back and ass with one hand and playing with her cunt with the other. She was rubbing my chest with one of her little hands (Koreans are fascinated with hairy chests, and I'm hairier than most), and playing with my dick with the other.<br /><br /><a href="http://o2dgffoq416th8jeqk.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/28/187/1872934617.jpg"></a>After a few minutes of this, I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. I reached down with both hands and got a grip on her tiny little ass and started pulling her toward me. First I licked my way down to her tits (bigger than average, for a Korean, and her nipples were huge, the size of my thumb, and they got bigger, fast). I sucked and nibbled on her large, sensitive nipples for a while, then pulled her higher and worked my way across her belly, heading toward her pussy. She was already wet, in fact, she was leaving a trail of juice across my chest as I pulled her closer.<br /><br />Watching me lick and then fuck Uni's ass must have really turned her on, because she started to moan and writhe as soon as I started licking her cunt. When I zeroed in on her clit, she came instantly. She didn't make much noise, but reached down and grabbed my head and tried to push it into her cunt while she mashed herself against my face. Her pussy was running, and my face was getting drenched. After a while, she tried to pull back, but I had my arms around her hips and wasn't letting go. I kept up my work on her clit, with occasional side-trips around her clit, and stabs toward her asshole. After another twenty minutes or so of this, she had come so hard and so often that she couldn't take any more, and just sort of folded over backwards, so she was laying down on my chest, with her cunt and ass in my face.<br /><br />Since she was laying there, I spread her legs as wide as I could, and started to work my way around her asshole. I couldn't get a good angle on her ass, so I rolled her off me and got up. I put a couple of pillows under her ass and laid back down between her legs. Then I spread her legs apart again so that I could get at her asshole, and started over again. I began by licking her clit for a minute or two, then worked my way down. The crack of her ass was so wet from her cunt-juice running down it that I thought I could probably fuck her ass right now and not need any more lube, but I felt no need to hurry this job.<br /><br />I began to lick around her asshole, and she reached down with both hands and spread her cheeks as far apart as she could, so I could get at it better. I began teasing her little pucker with the tip of my tongue, meanwhile reaching up with one hand to play with her clit. She really seemed to like that, so I increased the pressure I was applying, until I was running my tongue into her asshole like a small dick. She really liked that!<br /><br />After about five to ten minutes of tongue-fucking her asshole, she said, "I want you to fuck my ass now", then reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. Then she said, "I want on top" so I rolled over onto my back. She squeezed out a healthy dollop of jelly into her hand, then massaged it onto my dick. Then she got some more and rubbed it over her asshole, giving me a good look as she worked her fingers in and out, preparing her rosebud for my dick.<br /><br />Then she crouched over me, reached down and grabbed my dick, then lowered her ass until my dick was just touching her ass. I reached down with both hands and spread her ass cheeks as far a I could. She positioned the head at her back passage, then slowly started to lower herself onto it. There was a lot of resistance, and she grimaced a bit, then she seemed to relax a bit, and the head popped into her chute. She stopped then, and waited a bit, then eased down onto my dick a bit at a time, until she had the whole thing lodged in her ass. Then she stopped moving for a little while, just sitting there with my dick in her ass, eyes closed, squeezing and pulling on her nipples, which were huge by now. After a bit, Li started to rock back and forth on my dick, rubbing her clit against me. Then she began to slide up and down on my cock, fucking herself hard with my dick. I reached under her legs with both arms, then pulled her legs toward my shoulders. This overbalanced her, and she had to lean backwards and hold herself up with her hands behind her. Once I had her like this, I sat up, then pulled my legs under myself and kept going until I had her on her back with my dick still in her ass. I pulled her ass into the air and put a couple pillows under it, then went to town.<br /><br />I started off slow, easing my dick almost all the way out of her ass, then sliding it back in until my balls were up against her ass. Then, as we both got excited, I started to pick up steam, until I was slamming it to her good and hard. She was fingering her clit, and was cumming so hard that she was so wet that it was running down her ass, across my dick, making her tight little ass even slicker. I still had her legs over my shoulders, and had her ass pulled almost straight up in the air, where I was pounding on it like there was no tomorrow.<br /><br />She cried, "Come on me, I want you to come on my tits!" I felt the rising cum in my balls, and knew that I was about to blow my load all over her. I said, "I'm going to cum now!" pulled my dick out of her ass, and thrust it toward her face. She grabbed it with both hands and started jerking. When I erupted, the first three spurts didn't even arc[not equal]they flew in a straight line from my dick to her face, splattering across her nose, mouth and chin. The rest of it landed on her tits and across her belly, and I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity of my orgasm.<br /><br />After I stopped shaking, and spent a minute watching Li massage my cum into her tits and wiping it off her face, then licking it off her fingers, I said, "Let's get cleaned up. I've gotta get some sleep, before you and Uni fuck me to death." I helped Li up, then we went into the bathroom and showered clean. Li went down on me again, but I was just too damned beat to get hard again, much less get off. I apologized, and she just said that she'd try again later. Then she went back into her bedroom, and I went into mine, curled up with Uni, and instantly fell asleep.<br /><br />A few minutes later, or so it seemed, my alarm went off. It was a weekend, but I'd forgotten to turn it off. It stopped after a minute, and I started drifting back to sleep. I was on my back next to Uni, with one arm under her, with her curled up next to me. I was half asleep, fantasizing about Uni's body, and something felt real good. Sleepy, I thought it felt like a pair of lips wrapped around my dick, and I just laid there and enjoyed it. Then, as I slowly woke back up, I realized that someone did have their lips around my dick, and was in fact delivering a first-class blowjob. I cracked one eye open, and Li was going down on me, right next to Uni! I decided that I couldn't move without a chance of waking up Uni, so I just laid there and took it. After I shot my wad, Li licked up all my cum, gave my dick one last kiss, and went back to bed. What a way to start the day!<br /><br />Uni claimed not to remember getting fucked up the ass that night, but we played the same game several more times. I got into Li's ass again more than once. I even got both of them into bed at the same time, but that's another story.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://trkbyifg6mgb3in61305.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/28/193/1935873707.jpg"></a><a href="http://nfpwa35b0e7un158f2w.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/31/159/1591223177.jpg"></a><a href="http://o7lr307pdmr3mi2u3np.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/26/186/1860280705.jpg"></a><a href="http://o7dizgupvyw7sbwt6.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/29/160/1600595356.jpg"></a><a href="http://py9zp2fdwh243e9c.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/35/161/1616897715.jpg"></a><a href="http://kv6dvnozdx1cd11k4.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/34/212/2129493910.jpg"></a><a href="http://xnnj3jt6zaawbx9w82ik.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/26/381/381512683.jpg"></a><a href="http://o3li80vxjx9h3wdcle.usercash.com"><img border="0" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/37/160/1601714096.jpg"></a></center><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-19917614101795032092007-03-02T10:57:00.000-05:002007-03-03T21:58:55.802-05:00A Slut's Story By Katie McN<a href="http://miju4l1cjb2d9amirg7o.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/25/145/1454065472.jpg"></a>"I'll give the money back. Please don't call the police. I'm really sorry."<br /><br />I was in conference with the big boss and she was so mad her face turned red. <br /><br />It started earlier in the day when I was informed that I had to report to Miss Hecate's office at 3 PM sharp. I'd never set foot in the inner sanctum and had no idea what she wanted. When I saw the two paychecks laying on her desk, my eyes filled with tears. <br /><br />"Katie McN, you knew the computer overpaid you. Four thousand dollars is a lot of money to steal from a company that's been so good to you. You're the youngest Telecommunications Product Manager we've ever had and now you've gone and thrown your career away."<br /><br />Two weeks ago my paycheck had an extra two thousand in it. Same thing last week. I had some unexpected expenses and was really short of funds so the windfall looked like an opportunity to catch up. I was going to pay it back eventually, but I really needed the money now to help pay my bills and so...<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />"I'm going to call the police, Katie. It's company policy. The amount raises the crime to a felony so you'll be doing some jail time, no doubt. You're finished professionally and all for this little bit of money. I just can't believe it."<br /><br />"I was having money problems, Miss Hecate, and I thought I'd borrow the money until I got back on my feet. I didn't think it was stealing."<br /><br />Of course I knew it was theft and now I was caught. I was going to lose everything I had and end up in jail for who knows how long. <br /><br />"There may be a way out of this, Katie. The Board of Directors really wants that Wheeler account you pitched three weeks ago. If you close it, I could say the money was a bonus and no one would be the wiser." <br /><br />The product demonstration went very well. I thought for sure the sale was already in the bag and told everyone that I had another success to add to this year's total. Well, I was wrong. No one at Wheeler would even take a call from me and I was frantic. What happened to change things?<br /><br />"I don't think we have a chance with them, Miss Hecate. I can't even get them to return my calls."<br /><br />"Don't worry about it, Katie. I have an idea how you can make the sale. We'll go over the details at dinner tonight. Be at my place promptly at 7 PM."<br /><br />There was some talk that Miss Hecate might be a lesbian. If so, I knew what she would want in payment for her help. Well, I was ready to do anything to save my job and not go to jail.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Miss Hecate showed me around her home and then we sat down for one of the most elegant dinners I've ever had. There were seven courses with the correct wine served with each. I'd never had Cherries Jubilee and the dessert tasted even better washed down with several glasses of Schramsburg Mirabelle Brut.<br /><br />I was a bit tipsy when we adjourned to the sitting room where she insisted I have a B & B and coffee while we talked. We discussed everything but work and she never mentioned the horrible problem she uncovered today. I felt quite relieved at first.<br /><br />"Katie, I'm disappointed in you. We would have worked something out, but you took the coward's way and now you have to pay a price."<br /><br />Yes, I'd thought of telling her what I did, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Now I wished I had, but it was too late for thoughts like that.<br /><br />"You've let me down and it will take some time before I can trust you again. Perhaps that day will never come."<br /><br />The look on her face said so much more. She seemed torn between making a last effort to help me and just washing her hands of the whole thing.<br /><br />"Please, isn't there a way to get by this problem? You said something about making the Wheeler sale and perhaps calling the money a bonus."<br /><br />"No, that won't work, Katie. The accountants would notice the payment before the sale. I can't take a chance that we'd get caught."<br /><br />She said we had to make it look like a loan. I agreed to sign the loan document she gave me and put my copy in my purse. I didn't have the money to repay the loan, but at least I wasn't going to jail.<br /><br />"I called the Wheeler Company myself and had no trouble reaching the Head of Procurement. He said he liked everything he saw at your demo and is willing to buy, subject to one condition."<br /><br />There was a chance I might get out of this after all. I was beginning to feel relieved until I heard the condition. I couldn't believe it. What kind of a low life person do they think I am?<br /><br />"You can't make me go over there and fuck everyone who was at the sales presentation, Miss Hecate. I don't care if they think I'm hot. I decided a long time ago to make it on hard work and I'd never use sex to get ahead. It's against everything I believe."<br /><br />"Katie, Katie, Katie. Not only are you going to trade your ass for a signature, but you're going to make everyone there think you like it."<br /><br /><a href="http://ns9g263rxm212e3nvld.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/33/597/597166636.jpg"></a>"No I'm not. I've got the loan papers in my purse and you haven't got a thing on me now, Miss Hecate."<br /><br />"Oh Katie dear, you didn't read what you signed. How thoughtless. You signed a confession, not a loan paper, and the original is tucked safely away now and won't be seen again unless I have to give it to the police."<br /><br />She was right. I read my copy and realized that it was a confession. I admitted my guilt and promised to pay back the debt once I got out of a drug rehab. My god, I confessed to theft, drug addiction, forgery and several other crimes that would put me away for a long time.<br /><br />"You're going to go over to the Wheeler Company and do everything they want. Everything. Do you understand?"<br /><br />Jail wasn't something I believed in either and I somehow found myself agreeing to trade my body for my freedom.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Last time I visited the Wheeler Corporation I was dressed like a young woman on the way up. Today I looked like a hooker from some trailer park who was sure she was on her way down. The tiny mini-skirt barely covered the straps holding up my seamed stockings. Well, barely covered me unless I moved too fast in which case people got to see a lot of my private parts. It was so tight and form fitting that you could see the dimple on my left ass cheek.<br /><br />The push up bra made it real easy for people to tell I was a girl and the skimpy tank top didn't do much to hide things. I had to practice walking in the four inch heels for two hours just so I wouldn't fall over making my entrance. <br /><br />A slight breeze reminded me that I wasn't wearing any panties. One false move and I'd be putting on a show for anyone who happened to be looking in my direction. And the make up. God, I felt like Salvador Dali's practice dummy. <br /><br />Worst of all was the hair. I'd been able to add a new meaning to the words 'Big Hair'. My hair was so teased out and lacquered I felt like I was wearing a giant scrub pad for a hat.<br /><br />As I walked into the front door of the Wheeler Company, I could feel the people staring at me as if I was the living definition of the word slut.<br /><br />"Come in Katie, everyone is waiting for you."<br /><br />There were ten people in the room. I knew most of them from the last time I visited the company. I wasn't very happy standing there in my hooker uniform, but I could tell from all the looks I was getting no one else was having a problem with it. I felt my face heat up from embarrassment, but didn't think anyone could see my blush through all the make up.<br /><br />The Head of Procurement was a middle aged fat man and the rest of the people in the room seemed to be about the same. Even the two women managed to look more disgusting than most people their age. I promised Miss Hecate that I would act like I enjoyed everything they wanted me to do, no matter how bad it got. Just being in the room with these people was horrid now that we all knew why I was there.<br /><br />"Okay, Katie, Hecate told me you'd be willing to do anything to get us to sign the contract. I didn't get to be Head of Procurement by giving the store away. So everything better mean everything if you get my drift?"<br /><br />He was making it easy for me to understand what he had in mind. He casually placed his hand on my ass and was squeezing my butt cheek like he was trying to find the right tomato at the supermarket. I could see that the rest of the people were interested in getting their hands on the merchandise, too, and figured I was in for a rough afternoon.<br /><br />The procurement guy stepped back and said, "Why don't we start out easy, Katie McN? Take off your top and let's see how sexy you can be when you strip."<br /><br />There was no turning back. I only had to make it through the afternoon and then it would all be behind me. I was determined to do it right. My top slowly moved up as the audience watched with anticipation. I tried my best to look seductive. I must of done it right because the cat calls and whistles started then and didn't seem to stop until sometime later in the afternoon. <br /><br />My red push up bra caused quite a sensation. One of the women came over and felt my tits through the bra and commented on how nice they looked. She seemed to be thinking how much nicer they were going to look when the bra came off and maybe how nice they would look in her mouth. I shivered inside. Here I was in the room with two old dykes who were going to get to do anything they wanted with me. It was just a matter of time.<br /><br />"Why don't you make her show us her tits, Dave?" The woman who just felt me up couldn't wait to have me show something.<br /><br />"Yah, good idea Wendy. Show us your tits, Katie. Looks like you got a nice set of knockers there, babe."<br /><br />As soon as my bra was off, Wendy started playing with my nipples. In no time at all she had them hard as a rock and sticking out for the world to see. I couldn't believe it, but for some reason I was getting turned on standing in front of all these people topless with an old woman playing with my boobs. <br /><br />It was a struggle getting my skirt off but it finally fell to the floor and left me standing in nothing but high heels, stockings and a garter belt. I felt like one of the porno stars from the Internet. Dave didn't waste any time and grabbed my pussy as soon as my skirt was gone. He rubbed his finger up and down the slit between my legs and pretty soon just forced it inside me. His hand pressed against my clit as his finger moved in and out of my cunt. I had to stand there while the people watched me get turned on.<br /><br />He was relentless and kept it up for almost two minutes. The more I tried not to come the closer I got and soon I was making load moaning sounds as everyone in the room laughed at me. I couldn't control myself and felt like a fool.<br /><br />Dave took his finger out of my pussy and wiped it off on one of my tits. His glistening finger let everyone in the room know just how real my orgasm was.<br /><br />"Why don't you sit on the edge of the desk, Katie? Play with your tits with your left hand and do yourself with the other one. Get going, we ain't got all day."<br /><br /><a href="http://kkeekvdzoam9an3119.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/29/637/637659978.jpg"></a>I usually like to get it together before I try for another orgasm. Not this time. He had me doing myself while the others closed in for a better look. They started getting helpful and shouted out comments and ways they wanted to see me frig myself. It took a lot longer for me to come this time, but no one seemed to mind. They were having too much fun watching me humiliate myself. Suddenly it came over me like a wave on the beach. The most powerful orgasm I'd ever had and the sounds hidden in some dark place inside me broke free to let everyone know what happened.<br /><br />The bulges in the men's pants told me we'd be moving on to the next stage very soon. 'Take charge' Dave got it going right away.<br /><br />"Okay, Willie, drop the pants and lie down on the couch face up. Katie, get on top of him and put that big dick deep into your pussy. Might as well give Chuck a blow job while you're at it."<br /><br />The rest of the people watched as I fucked Willie and gave Chuck head. Willie was slamming into me and Chuck was trying to set deep throat records. I didn't realize what was happening until I felt a big dick try to force its way into my little asshole. Chuck almost lost his manhood then, but soon my brownie opened up and let the monster in. I could hear Dave laughing as he pumped his cock into my butt hole.<br /><br />It was obvious that the procurement team was used to working together. They soon had a motion going and got down to some serious fucking. I tried to get into it like I was supposed to, but they really just carried me along and did anything they wanted. The people who weren't sticking something into me decided to see what my body felt like. My tits were squeezed and my hands found themselves holding dicks and pussies.<br /><br />It didn't take long before the original three got off. As soon as one shot his load into me, another one jammed his cock in and continued on as if nothing happened. As the people watched they got turned on again and soon were ready for seconds and thirds.<br /><br />I lost track of how many blow jobs I gave, how many times someone came in my ass or how often a load got shot into my pussy. Eventually the guys seemed to get tired out and things slowed down to a stop. I thought it was over, but I was wrong.<br /><br />"Okay Katie, it's time to do the lezzies. On your knees bitch and get that tongue a-working."<br /><br />Wendy had her skirt pulled up to her waist and she wasn't wearing panties. I was forced to my knees and ended up between her legs. She lay back on the couch and pushed my face down on her pussy. She was already aroused and I could smell the difference between a man and a woman. Once I started licking her cunt it got easier. I was able to get my tongue inside her and realized I must be doing it right. She was making sounds just like the ones I made earlier. I got her off in no time at all and soon found myself doing the same thing for Mary.<br /><br />The guys were getting turned on watching the girl-girl action. I could hear the same hollering and yelling going on again and I knew I was in for another round from the guys.<br /><br />I was right. The men all stood in a circle with their pants and shorts down to their ankles and I had to go around and give each one a blow job. It didn't take long for me get them off since watching me being forced to suck them all off was a real turn on. I was glad they didn't take off all their clothes since they had some of the ugliest bodies I'd ever seen. Rocco had to weigh at least four hundred pounds and if he didn't have a big dick, I don't think I could of found it under all that flab.<br /><br />I was fucked on the desk and table. I was bent over the arm of the couch and fucked in the ass. I thought I was going to get calluses on my lips from giving so many blow jobs. I wondered if swallowing all that pussy juice would cause me any problems. <br /><br />It was five hours later before we were done. I could hardly move and felt like every part of my body was beaten with a rubber hose. My stockings were torn to shreds and one of the straps was missing from my garter belt. Someone must have taken my bra as a souvenir. The skirt and tank top were rags and could never be worn again. <br /><br />"We're done here, Katie McN. Too bad you don't have any clothes, but it's time for you to leave. You can go out the back door and maybe no one will see you." <br /><br />As soon as I went out back I realized that Dave played a trick on me. There was a major construction project going on behind the Wheeler Company Headquarters and dozens of construction workers got to see me run out of the building completely naked. I tried to get back in, but found the door was locked. Those guys are pretty bad when someone comes by who is fully dressed. Well, in my case they said things that I never heard before and it was pretty obvious that I needed to get out of there before they decided to run a train on me. I was sure I couldn't take on 20 or 30 more guys after what I'd just been through.<br /><br />I ran around the building and finally arrived at my car. It was then I realized that my purse was still up in Dave's office and I was naked in the parking lot with no way to get into my vehicle.<br /><br />A newspaper boy rode up on his bicycle and said that I better get going because the shop was going to let out in two minutes and the parking lot would be full of factory workers. When I panicked, he told me to hop on his bike and off we went.<br /><br />We didn't go far. <br /><br />He pulled behind some bushes and told me he'd give me a ride, but I had to do something for him first. By then I'd fucked so many people that one more didn't seem like that big a deal. I let him do me behind the bush and then we were on our way.<br /><br />I tried real hard not to notice all the people in the cars starring at me as we drove down the street. My office was four miles from the Wheeler Building and it was rush hour. Even when I kept trying to tell myself it was almost over, I had a hard time believing it. Cars started to slow down and pace us as we moved on toward my office. People coming out of office buildings couldn't believe their eyes when they saw a nude woman on a newspaper boy's bike.<br /><br />We finally got to the back of my building and I was able to sneak up to the 18th floor using the freight elevator. No one saw me run down the hall and into the suite. There were only a few people left in the office since it was getting late, but I was sure everyone would know all the details by start of work in the morning.<br /><br />I saw Miss Hecate standing in the doorway of her office and ran to her with hopes of getting away from all the other people.<br /><br /><a href="http://z99p02kf3rh0xzwvo4.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/34/105/1057199510.jpg"></a>"Well, Katie, looks like you had a tough day, but it was worth it. I just got a call from procurement at the Wheeler Company and they're signing the agreement as promised." She was trying to act serious but I could see she was almost ready to laugh at me. "They said you could drop by anytime you needed to get laid and they'd be glad to help out."<br /><br />"I've done everything you wanted, Miss Hecate. I feel like a slut standing here naked and I want to go home."<br /><br />"I can understand that, Katie, but seeing you like this has turned me on so you're going to have to do another little service for me."<br /><br />It was cramped under her desk, but I decided that I could do anything now that my ordeal was finally coming to an end. I'd never seen leather panties before and the slit made it possible for me to lick her pussy while I got a taste of leather in my mouth.<br /><br />My tongue slid easily into her wet pussy and tasted her hot juices as they filled my mouth. I knew she was almost there and decided to get it over with by teasing her cunt with my tongue while my hands roamed over her legs and ass. When she started to move and buck into my face, I held steady and made sure her orgasm was finished before I stopped.<br /><br />"That was very unfair. You got me off in a couple of minutes and I didn't really get much of a chance to enjoy you pleasing my body, Katie."<br /><br />She was taking off her clothes while she was talking and I knew she was going to go for it again. <br /><br />"I want you to rim me first, Katie and then we can decide what to do next." She turned and waited for me to put my tongue into another one of her secret places.<br />"I can't do that Miss Hecate. It's not right."<br /><br />"I'm going to show you something that will make it right."<br /><br />She showed me the video of what happened at the Wheeler Company. I didn't realize a camera was hidden in the room and certainly never thought she would be able to record every detail of what happened. I was more successful that I thought in pretending I was enjoying myself. I looked like I was trying to seduce everyone in the room and every time something humiliating happened, I looked like it was just what I wanted. <br /><br />I thought I'd seen the worst, but was wrong.<br /><br />"Wasn't that Newspaper boy a cutie? Yes, I've used Kevin R a number of times and he is always reliable." Hecate put a new video into the player and showed me when else she filmed.<br /><br />This time I was letting a 14 year old boy fuck me and I realized this was the worst evidence of all. I was having sex with a child and she knew the boy. I imagined him acting as a witness against me as I was sent to jail for ten years.<br /><br />She leaned up against her desk as I spread her ass cheeks with my hands. My tongue circled around her asshole at first, but soon found the target. My tongue was trying to force its way into her again and this time through another entrance. It's wasn't making much progress, but I could tell from the sounds Hecate didn't care that much.<br /><br />I slipped an arm around her legs until my hand could reach her pussy. I circled one finger on her clit and felt it get even harder. I applied some pressure and moved my finger around in a quick circular motion. Faster, faster, faster. I could tell that she was getting ready to come again and backed off. I wasn't going to let her accuse me of getting her off too fast this time.<br /><br />I brought her to the brink and let her go three more times. I could hear the frustration in the moans coming from the depths of her steaming body.<br /><br />"Katie, get me off now if you know what's good for you."<br /><br />My finger plunged into her hot pussy. I used a finger on my other hand to attack her clit with a vengeance and my tongue almost crashed through her brown barrier. She screamed and screamed again. Her body exploded in ecstasy and I could feel her cum cover my finger as her orgasm took control and she was lost to some hidden passion that could only be felt and never explained.<br /><br />We did more of course. She wouldn't let me stop until she could do no more than sit in a chair and look at me. It didn't matter. She had sucked me dry of every bit of pride and dignity and now sat back to enjoy her ravagement.<br /><br />"I'm going to the ladies to freshen up."<br /><br />She pulled a wrinkled dress from the bottom drawer of her desk and threw it at me. It was ugly and much too small, but I still welcomed it because it covered some of my nakedness. <br /><br />Hecate made me wait a long time before she finally returned in the company of a man. He was quite handsome, but had the sinister air of a person of mystery.<br /><br />"Katie, I'd like you to meet my friend, Rui Jorge. I just sold him your four thousand dollar debt and now you owe it to him."<br /><br />"Wait a minute, I thought I was clearing it off by fucking all the people over at Wheeler's?"<br /><br />Hecate laughed at me and said that I should get everything in writing since no one would ever listen to a slut like me. She told me I was no longer needed because I was nothing but low life trash and there was no place for a person like me in the business.<br /><br />I was stunned and couldn't move until I heard a deep voice behind me.<br /><br />"Come on bitch, you got to get downtown and start paying me back for your contract."<br /><br />Rui Jorge was very well dressed. His silk suit and wool overcoat with ermine collar made a fashion statement. His Stetson hat and patent leather shoes said a lot about how he lived. He had a large gold ring on every finger and a series of thick gold chains around his neck. He was a big man and his full beard made him look even more overpowering. He was Rui Jorge.<br /><br />I found myself being pulled out the door and soon was heading downtown in Rui Jorge's Rolls Royce. He told me he kept his girls working hard and deserved to live well for all the effort he had to put into the business.<br /><br />He decided that after interest and expenses I would be able to pay him back in six years if I worked real hard and learned fast. He assigned me to a street corner with a couple of other girls. Every once in awhile Miss Hecate comes by for old times sake and I go down on her in the alley near the street corner where I work. Each time she comes by I beg her to buy me back and take me off the street, but she only laughs and drives away.<br /><br />I'm beginning to forget everything except that I'm a slut and will probably be on the street forever..<br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-7121454286898249952007-03-02T10:51:00.000-05:002007-03-03T21:38:27.079-05:00Mother's Day by Lotuseater<a href="http://nhyr7ruxkwga43m2t4.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/803/803060305.jpg"></a>It was six o'clock on a dreary, overcast Sunday morning.<br /><br />Karen Wu stretched and yawned, uncharacteristically still abed despite the <br />comparatively late hour, for her.<br /><br />What a day Saturday had been! She had driven all morning to return home <br />from State University. She'd wanted to celebrate Mother's Day with her <br />parents and briefly unwind before resuming summer classes.<br /><br />Staring at the ceiling, she recalled how relieved she had been to have <br />arrived an hour before they'd been to meet for brunch.<br /><br />With time on her hands, she'd stopped in cute Mr. O'Casey's costume shop for <br />a particularly naughty French Maid's outfit for the flourishing <br />Teacherspets.com website she had founded with Jennifer Wolcott. Her <br />roommate had displayed an unexpected gift for conceiving of highly erotic <br />lesbian scenarios, and Karen surprised herself with her newfound knack for <br />producing sexy vignettes.<br /><br />"Oriental Maid meets the Stratford Cosmetics Woman" promised to be no <br />exception.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Mr. O'Casey had leeringly asked where the costume party would be held (so he <br />could "crash it", the septuagenarian had joked) and Karen had merely blushed <br />meekly in reply. If the dear old man only knew!<br /><br />Karen had arrived at Chez Maxine's twenty minutes early, after stopping to <br />purchase an immense gift basket at Chocolate Dreams. Both packages went <br />into the trunk of her car.<br /><br />Brunch had been well underway when her Dad suddenly registered a stricken <br />expression. The paramedics had whisked him off to the Willow Lake hospital <br />emergency room, while Karen comforted her concerned mother.<br /><br />The diagnosis had been appendicitis. Not life-threatening, and certainly <br />eminently treatable. Nevertheless, Karen knew her Mom would not sleep that <br />night for fear of what might happen.<br /><br />Dr. Whitlock had been available, on a rare weekend off. He had rushed to <br />perform the surgery on his old friend, as Karen and Vivienne anxiously <br />awaited the results.<br /><br />Colin Wu was in excellent physical condition, and his blood pressure had <br />scarcely dropped while he'd been on the operating table. When Henry <br />Whitlock strode confidently out of the operating heater, his rugged features <br />were split by an enormous grin.<br /><br />"He'll be just fine, girls. Now why don't you go home and get some rest?" <br />he boomed affably.<br /><br />Despite the doctor's encomium, Vivienne had dithered in the intensive care <br />ward for another hour. Colin would be some time in recovering from the <br />anaesthesia, but she had so wanted to see him awake again she was desperate <br />for the least sign of consciousness.<br /><br />Between gentle persuasion and tender wheedling, Karen was able to drag her <br />mother from the hospital. After exchanging tearful "goodnights" (Vivienne <br />crying from worry, and Karen from sympathy) they had retired well before <br />nine o'clock. But Karen knew her mother would spend a pensive night tossing <br />and turning; periodically checking on her every few hours in the darkness, <br />the troubled movements of her mother's restive form confirmed Karen's <br />suspicions.<br /><br />Karen loved her father no less than her mother, but she knew they could do <br />him no good by sickening themselves over his condition. Besides, the <br />doctor's prognosis was very promising. Karen half-guiltily reflected that <br />she'd slept like a log, even though she'd risen several times to look in on <br />her Mom.<br /><br />Mulling the matter over, she hit upon a way to relax her mother.<br /><br />She quickly got up and washed her face. After applying some sexy crimson <br />lipstick and a cheerful pink eye shadow, she retrieved the flimsy uniform <br />from yesterday's purchases. Then she carefully opened the pink cellophane <br />wrapping the gift basket and selected a small bottle of maple syrup, a jar <br />of almond butter and a big box of oversized colorful chocolate truffles.<br /><br />Karen shucked the oversized football jersey she wore for pajamas and, <br />carelessly discarding it into a corner, switched for the shiny black satin <br />costume.<br /><br />In Mr. O'Casey's store, she'd mentally weighed the relative merits of a size <br />"large" versus "small" and had finally decided on the bigger one.<br /><br />Now she appreciated her choice, as she inspected herself with satisfaction <br />in the bedroom mirror. The halter hung loosely over her proud breasts, <br />revealing tantalizing peeks at her already stiff nipples with every little <br />movement. Perfectly provocative, ideal for what she had in mind.<br /><br />The frilly cap and lacy garter completed the ensemble. She slipped into her <br />tallest heels and elected to forgo panties. If all went according to plan, <br />she'd not need them for long anyway...<br /><br />She could feel a slight damp trickle between her naked thighs as she<br />bore her two selections to the kitchen, where she placed them on a silver <br />salver. Carefully she carried the tray back upstairs and down the carpeted <br />hallway to her parents' bedroom.<br /><br />Negotiating the thickly piled rug was trickier than she'd imagined in high <br />heels whilst balancing the laden platter, but she managed to wobble to the <br />end of the hall without spilling her burden.<br /><br />Karen gently tapped at the panelled door.<br /><br />"Come in, dear," came her mother's low voice, muffled from behind the door.<br /><br />From the slight hoarseness, she'd evidently not slept a wink since early the <br />day before. Karen squared her shoulders with resolve to carry out her <br />little scheme.<br /><br />She opened the door and breezed into the darkened master bedroom.<br /><br />"Bonjour-matin, Madame!" Karen announced gaily.<br /><br />Her buoyant tone an lissome manner masked the deep concern she felt for her <br />mother's state of mind.<br /><br />As Karen drew back the shade to admit the grey daylight, she saw Vivienne <br />flat on her back, nightgown buttoned all the way up to her throat, hair a <br />black halo around her head. Dark circles were under her eyes. She was <br />beautiful. Karen's heart went out to her.<br /><br />"Karen, what -" Vivienne lifted herself up onto her elbows.<br /><br />"Le petit dejeuner est servee, Madame," Karen said smoothly.<br /><br />Setting the tray on the edge of the bed, she slipped the straps of the <br />maid's uniform over her shoulders so the skimpy costume wafted to the floor.<br /><br /><a href="http://oodvd4i4v7fj4v44phb.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/37/108/1082390110.jpg"></a>She slit open the box of candy with her thumbnail and selected an enormous <br />pastel green bonbon, and an equally large fluorescent pink one. Cupping <br />them, she let the warmth of her palms melt the soft candy.<br /><br />Vivienne could only stare as her nude daughter slowly smeared the nearly <br />liquid stuff from her hips to her collarbone. The truffles left <br />particolored trails of white icing, brightly colored fondant and rich dark <br />chocolate on Karen's pale skin.<br /><br />Her throat was suddenly dry.<br /><br />Karen continued her sensual display by uncapping the jar of almond butter <br />and, stirring the top layer of oil back into it with her index finger, <br />applied a generous dollop to the top of each pert breast. She carefully <br />applied a spot of maple syrup to the top of each now fully-distended nipple <br />before shuffling over to her mother's side to offer them to Vivienne's open <br />mouth.<br /><br />Wordlessly, her mother threw back her head, closed her eyes, and took as <br />much of Karen's full tit into her gaping mouth as she could fit. Her tongue <br />lavished attention to the tender young girlflesh and she felt wildly <br />decadent as the sticky mess covered her cheeks and hair.<br /><br />Sitting up, Vivienne clasped Karen's festively adorned body to her, <br />clutching the girl's torso to her with both forearms.<br /><br />Karen felt the powerful fires of passion building deep in her loins as her <br />mother virtually gobbled at her bosom, lapping and licking for all she was <br />worth. The sensation of Vivienne's lewd tongue and her mother's insistent <br />embrace aroused her immensely.<br /><br />She whimpered and, half-turning, reached for a brilliant canary-yellow <br />chocolate. Karen closed both hands over it for some moments, then looked <br />Vivienne straight in the eyes as she deliberately applied the gooey mass <br />between her legs...<br /><br />Vivienne moaned and lowered her face to her daughter's belly. Her <br />glistening pink tongue traced its way down across Karen's full bush, even as <br />the girl lifted one leg to offer her sex to Vivienne. It was spectacularly <br />erotic.<br /><br />Karen rested her foot comfortably on the bed as Vivienne sat herself on the <br />floor to gain better access to her candy-coated pussy.<br /><br />"Ngh, ngh, ngh," Vivienne grunted as her tongue danced wildly, slipping <br />madly all over the lubricious contours.<br /><br />"Ohhh..." sighed Karen.<br /><br />Now fully conscious and aware of her awakened libidinous desires, Vivienne <br />rose to remove her nightdress.<br /><br />She thoughtfully scooped out two fingersful of almond butter and stroked it <br />across her body. Then she applied more and more until the tan cream was all <br />over her breasts and oozing cunt.<br /><br />"Won't you join me, cherie?" she huskily invited Karen.<br /><br />Karen admired her mother's sexiness with a pang of envy but mostly with <br />wanton lust.<br /><br />"Avec plaisir, Madame!"<br /><br />Karen eagerly eased her mother onto her back and carefully straddled<br />Vivienne's head with her knees as she dove in.<br /><br />Both women savored the exquisite sensation of the soft, sweet confections <br />squishing between their firm bodies.<br /><br />Vivienne felt wickedly depraved, and loved each moment of it. Her own <br />daughter was burrowing deeply into her hot, steaming womanhood with nose, <br />chin, tongue and lips even as Vivienne was eating out Karen.<br /><br />Chills ran up and down her spine as the intensity of Karen's moaning <br />increased in volume and pitch. She squirmed under the delicious weight of <br />her daughter's writhing form.<br /><br />The lubricant they'd improvised felt quite exhilirating, alternately greasy <br />and adhesive t times permitting them to slide against each other and other <br />times pasting their bellies together as they moved in unison. It was <br />marvelous.<br /><br />The two stepped up the frantic pace of their ministrations, Karen taking one <br />of Vivienne's labia between her lips and, sucking powerfully on it, pulling <br />it by raising her neck. Vivienne parted Karen's folds with her fingers and <br />roughly laved the exposed clitoris with the top of her tongue.<br /><br />Karen began to buck her hips uncontrollably. She squealed her pleasure, <br />encouraging her mother to greater boldness and heights of enjoyment.<br /><br /><a href="http://oys96i3grvyze95t3p1.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/27/134/1344448799.jpg"></a>The fragrant stickiness smacked and squeezed between Karen's pudendum and <br />Vivienne's breasts. It was absolutely and indescribably scrumptious.<br /><br />Vivienne wiped up some of the sweetness from between their bodies with her <br />right palm and applied it to Karen's pulsating pussy with her fingers.<br /><br />Then she took Karen's little nubbin in her mouth and sucked mightily, making <br />loud slurping sounds as she did.<br /><br />Karen cried out, "Oooh!" and came in a rush. Vivienne daintily lapped the <br />sweet cream from Karen as it ran from her cunt, not missing one precious <br />droplet.<br /><br />With renewed vigor, Karen thrust her middle finger into her mother's sopping <br />love-tunnel and delicately nibbled at the now blood-engorged clit.<br /><br />Pressure from her mother's elbows told Karen that Vivienne was licking her <br />juices off her own fingers.<br /><br />She knew Vivienne's aroused state was at its peak, and this would be her <br />best opportunity to achieve her end.<br /><br />The tension between Vivienne's legs now grew unbearable and, supporting <br />herself on her elbows she palmed her own breasts, exulting in the sticky <br />feel of her nipples as she twiddled them between her fingertips. She was in <br />heaven from Karen's attentions to her nether regions, and couldn't believe <br />the incredibly nasty things her daughter was capable of performing on her <br />own sex.<br /><br />"Oh! Uh!" Vivienne gasped in ecstasy. She began to spasmodically twitch, <br />her mouth working. Animal sounds emanated from her throat.<br /><br />Inspired, Karen switched to tonguing her mother's puckered asshole while her <br />thumb rudely stimulated that throbbing button.<br /><br />Then, "Uhhhhhnh..."<br /><br />Vivienne thrust her bottom high into the air once, twice, and a final time.<br /><br />She fainted dead away. Her head lolled, dropped onto the mattress.<br /><br />Karen rested for a few minutes before quietly arising from the bed. She <br />tucked a pillow under Vivienne's head.<br /><br />Gently covering her mother's sleeping form with the bedsheet and coverlet, <br />Karen softly kissed her on the lips. She lingered to wipe away some of her <br />own lipstick from the slumbering Vivienne's mouth.<br /><br />"Sleep well, Mom."<br /><br />She drew the shade and slipped out of the bedroom, looking back at Vivienne <br />as she did so.<br /><br />The beatific smile on Vivienne's relaxed face would give her great <br />satisfaction that would last all the way back to school.<br /><br />Karen paused at the threshold of her parents' bedroom.<br /><br />"Happy Mother's Day..."<br /><br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-33184317701925859572007-03-01T23:04:00.000-05:002007-03-03T21:19:18.838-05:00Morgan's Gold by Ann Douglas<a href="http://p1sj0zttzw3ydfeg4.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/35/469/469505796.jpg"></a>Constance Norwood looked over the worn wooden railing and out onto the calm empty sea. Watching the myriad stars reflected on it, she wondered if she would ever again see the shores of home, or for that matter, even the next dawn.<br /><br /> Had it only been four days since her nightmare had begun? No, she answered herself as she drank deeply of the night air; her ordeal had begun two months before. Her current set of circumstances, horrendous as they seemed, were but the latest tragedy to take hold of her young life.<br /><br /> Seven weeks ago, only days before her seventeenth birthday, a messenger had appeared at the Constance to which she had been sent when she was ten. In his pouch he carried written instructions to the Nuns into whose care she had been placed upon her entry into young womanhood. Instructions that forever shattered the peaceful, if mundane, existence Constance had been living.<br /><br /> The seventh and youngest daughter of Edmund Norwood, a prominent British merchant, Constance had learned that day that she had been promised in marriage to Rowland Torrungton, a business associate of her father's. That this day would someday come was hardly a surprise to the young woman. After all, it was no secret that her father had little use for the daughters that three wives had bestowed upon him. It had been cruel fate that had let his only son die hours after his birth, despite his mother haven given her life for his.<br /><br /> What had shocked Constance was that she had been betrothed to a man her father had never even met face to face, as well as nearly two score older than she was. Rowland Torrungton lived in far off Jamaica, His Majesty's colony in the Caribbean, some three thousand miles distant. A decades-long trading partner, the older man had mentioned in one of his correspondences to her father of his desire to take a bride in order to produce an heir to his fortunes. Quite sympathetic to his desire, Edmund had wasted no time in offering him the youngest of his offspring. An offer that Rowland accepted just as quickly as he knew that despite his wealth, few women that young would ever be interested in sharing his bed.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /> Edmund's reasons for the match were twofold. It would<br />make their profitable business relationship one of blood, and ever<br />more secure. Also, if he couldn't have a son, perhaps he could have<br />a grandson that could inherit both mercantile empires. It was a<br />thought to warm an old man's bones. That Constance hadn't been<br />informed of the negotiations until long after they had been<br />finalized bothered neither man. After all, even in the year of our<br />Lord, 1724, what were women but just another commodity to be<br />used to serve the interests of men.<br /><br /> So without much fanfare, Constance had been bundled off on<br />the transport, Esmerelda, just one more piece of cargo on its way<br />to the colony. She hadn't even been granted the luxury of a<br />companion, as neither her father nor her betrothed saw the need<br />to waste the cost of another passage.<br /><br /> Instead, the young woman had been entrusted to the care of<br />the ship's doctor, a disreputable looking man who Constantly<br />entered her cabin unannounced to, as he always said, check on her<br />welfare. When Constance had pointed out to him that a gentleman<br />would give a lady time to make sure she was presentable, the<br />doctor, and that was a title she soon grew suspicious of the validity<br />of, would insist that as a man of medicine, he was hardly a stranger<br />to women in a state of undress. The result of his unwanted visits<br />was that Constance soon learned to make sure her door was locked<br />at all times.<br /><br /> In was behind that lock that, four nights before, Constance<br />had awakened in the early hours to the sounds of screams and<br />gunshots. Fearing the worse, but afraid more of not knowing, she<br />opened her door just in time to see the blood covered body of the<br />doctor tumble down the stairs that led to the upper deck. Her<br />hand had covered her mouth in horror as she looked away from the<br />body and up the stairwell, only to see a half naked man carrying a<br />pistol and cutlass appear on it. One word screamed in her mind<br />before she mercifully blacked out - Pirates!<br /><br /> Much to her astonishment, Constance awoke the next day,<br />alive and unmolested. Two Contradictions the stories she had<br />heard of pirates seem to Contradict. Especially after she had<br />pieced together what had happened to the Esmerelda after she<br />had lost Consciousness. Aside from her, there had been no<br />survivors. Quarter had been offered and accepted, she had been<br />told, only to have the truce broken by men who foolishly valued<br />their cargo more than their lives. The ship itself had been set<br />afire, after being stripped of valuables.<br /><br /> She was no longer bound for Jamaica of course, but for<br />some island she had never heard of, San Cristobal. Despite the<br />opinion of her father, Constance was a highly intelligent woman and<br />had been well educated by the Nuns. She had even read books<br />that dealt with many non-religious matters, giving her a vast<br />knowledge of the world beyond the Convent walls.<br /><br /> It was soon apparent to her that she was being held for<br />ransom, as the papers in her cabin readily identified her as the<br />fiancee of a rich and powerful man. One that might pay a<br />handsome sum for the return of his bride in one piece. Aside from<br />leaving her in peace as well, they had given her a cabin of her own,<br />one that had belonged to the second mate. In size and comfort, it<br />surpassed the one she'd had on the cargo ship. If they expected<br />to make a profit on the merchandise, it stood to reason that they<br />make sure it stayed healthy.<br /><br /> That sounded logical to the young woman, but she well knew<br />that life was seldom logical. It was true that she had never met<br />her future husband, yet just the same she had little reason to<br />think that his reaction would be any different than her fathers.<br />Mainly that Edmund Norwood had six other daughters, four of<br />which were still looking for husbands. No, she told herself<br />honestly, there was little chance that she might be ransomed.<br /><br /> As an additional, unexpected courtesy, the first mate of the<br />Falcon's Claw had informed her that the Captain, whom she had not<br />met, had granted her the privilege of the poopdeck during the<br />night watch as to get some air. With most of the crew asleep, it<br />would be the least disruptive time for her to be above decks. He<br />warned her, however, not to venture out of the small area. On the<br />last two nights that she had accepted the offer, she had been too<br />nervous to move more than a few feet.<br /><br /> But tonight, with the certainty that there wouldn't be many<br />more beautiful nights for her to enjoy, she didn't pay as careful<br />attention to his words. Watching the moon drift in and out of the<br />clouds, Constance strolled past the small passageway along the<br />quarter-deck and onto the large expanse around the main masts.<br />Scattered across the deck were the bodies of a number of<br />crewmen, driven from their hammocks below deck by the early<br />summer heat.<br /><br /> Paying little heed to the sleeping men, Constance's eyes<br />wandered up to the mainmast where the ship's colors flew. There,<br />in place of the black jolly roger she had read about in forbidden<br />books, flew a blood red flag adorned with a bright blue falcon. It<br />was the symbol of the infamous pirate, Morgan the Red, of whom it<br />had been whispered that no man had ever seen the face of and<br />lived. Not for the first time, the young woman wondered what kind<br />of man could be to both the bearer of such brutality towards the<br />crew of the Esmerelda and yet kindness towards her.<br /><br /> Intent on her thoughts, the long haired blonde didn't notice<br />that her passage had awakened two of the crewmen she passed.<br />Half naked men who silently rose from their makeshift bedding and<br />followed her steps. They were upon her before she realized they<br />were there, trapping her in a small dark alcove that was hidden<br />from the eyes of the second mate who had the watch back on the<br />quarter-deck.<br /><br /> One, a tall, skinny man wearing only a torn pair of trousers,<br />grabbed her from behind, his hand over her mouth and a deadly<br />edged cutlass resting against her neck. The other, clad in little<br />more, moved in front of her. His hands were empty, but just his<br />appearance was enough to fill her with dread. The stench of both<br />men was overpowering.<br /><br /> "Cry out and it'll be the last sound yer pretty throat ever<br />makes," the man behind her, whose name was Rourke, warned as he<br />slowly removed his hand from her mouth, applying the slightest of<br />pressure with his blade to reinforce his words.<br /><br /> He need not have bothered as the young woman was far too<br />terrified to even gasp. Feeling no resistance on her part, Rourke<br />brought his hand to her left breast and squeezed it roughly. The<br />feel of her flesh, even beneath the layers of her dress, was enough<br />to cause a stirring between his legs. He pressed up against her<br />from behind, until she could feel his manliness hard against the<br />cheeks of her ass. At the same time, he dropped his hand lower,<br />until it rested between Constance's legs, groping her there as well.<br />It was the first time any man had touched her, much less than in<br />that manner.<br /><br /> "Don't hog it all to yeself, Rourke," the second man, Griff<br />by name, insisted as he produced a dagger seemingly out of<br />nowhere and moved closer to the two of them.<br /><br /> For a heartbeat, Constance thought he intended to kill her<br />with the knife, then realized that he had a far worse fate in mind.<br />Griff reached out with the tip of the dagger and quickly cut the<br />laces that held the top of her dress together. Once gone, the<br />material fell away quickly, exposing her ample breasts to the night<br />air.<br /><br /> Rourke relaxed his hold on Constance, lowering his cutlass as<br />to get a better look at her bounty. In the moonlight, both men<br />could see the bright pink nipples that capped each breast. Each<br />compared them in their minds to the mounds of the native women<br />found on the surrounding islands and quickly decided that there<br />was no comparison.<br /><br /> The lust in his eyes reached other parts of Griff's body and<br />he responded by reaching down into his cut off pants and pulling<br />out his erect cock. Looking at it only a foot or so away, Constance<br />loudly gasped as it was the first time she had ever seen such a<br />thing. It bore little resemblance to the crude drawings that some<br />of the girls in school had secretly passed around. What he<br />intended to do with the enlarged organ in his hand required little<br />imagination.<br /><br /> "Griff, Rourke, have the two of ye been at the grog?" a<br />third man, who had been awakened by the rising of the first two<br />cried out in a low voice as he moved close to them. "Or have you<br />simply gone mad? You know the Captain gave orders that no man<br />was to come near this woman. Do you have a death wish?" he<br />added.<br /><br /> "This is none of your Concern, Jeffers," the man who had<br />exposed himself spit back in anger as he pushed his cock back<br />inside his pants. "The Captain isn't here and no one is ever going to<br />know if no one opens their mouth."<br /><br /> Jeffers shifted his gaze towards Constance, then back to<br />Griff, asking the unspoken question what was to prevent the woman<br />from saying what happened. His answer, also unspoken, was found<br />in both of the other men's eyes. It would be too easy for the<br />woman to have an accident after they were done. Many a<br />land-lover had misjudged the sway of a ship like this and fallen<br />overboard.<br /><br /> "We've plenty of time before they change the watch,<br />Jeffers," Griff suggested, thinking to involve his shipmate in their<br />planned rape, "more than enough time for all three of us to have a<br />go."<br /><br /> As beautiful as Constance was, and as much as her exposed<br />breasts had hardened his cock, Jeffers wanted no part of the<br />offer. His fear of the Captain far outweighed his desire for a<br />woman. Not saying another word, he began to back away from the<br />two men and their prize.<br /><br /> As he took a few steps back toward where he had been<br />sleeping, Griff turned away from Constance and Rourke for a<br />moment and made a cutting motion with the knife in his hand. The<br />meaning was crystal clear. If Jeffers so much as breathed a word<br />to any of the officers, he might not wake up one morning. Even if<br />something happened to Griff and Rourke, they had mates that<br />would be happy to make Jeffers pay the price of betrayal<br /><br /> Jeffers had barely gone a dozen feet when the thunderclap<br />of a gunshot broke the still of the night. The echoing boom<br />instantly awoke the other half dozen or so crewman who had been<br />sleeping, each of them reaching for weapons that were never far<br />from their grasp.<br /><br /> Griff just had time to look down at the tattered remains of<br />what once had been a fine shirt taken on a previous raid, and watch<br />as an expanding red stain quickly spread across it. His eyes then<br />rolled back in his head as his fingers lost their grip on his prized<br />knife. It dropped to the hard deck, hitting it only a half second<br />before his now lifeless body.<br /><br /> Ignoring his corpse and the still expanding pool of blood<br />beneath it, all eyes turned to the quarter deck from where the<br />shot had come from. The sight that greeted them was enough to<br />make the strongest man's blood run cold.<br /><br /> Standing on the edge of the upper deck was the Captain,<br />holding a still smoking flintlock. A few feet away stood the first<br />and second mates, the former holding a pistol and the latter a<br />blunderbuss in the direction of the now awakened crew. A stern<br />warning in case anyone else cared to question the Captain's orders.<br />It was quickly apparent that no one else did.<br /><br /> "Captain, I ..." Rourke stammered as he released what was<br />left of his hold on Constance, realizing that there was nothing he<br />could say that would save him from the Captain's wrath.<br /><br /> Images flooded his mind, graphic examples of the fate that<br />now awaited him. A ruthless flogging and then keelhauling until he<br />was a shattered husk was a particular example the first mate liked<br />to set. Stepping away from Constance and moving closer to the<br />railing, he made his choice in an instant.<br /><br /> Racing as fast as he could, Rourke tried to leap over the<br />wooden barrier to the safety of the open sea. As unlikely as was<br />the chance that he might make it to one of the nearby islands, it<br />was still more of a prospect than he had if he remained.<br /><br /> It was a gamble that failed as, just before he made it over<br />the side, his shaved head exploded in a bloody spray. Momentum<br />carried his body forward and he dropped into the sea, food for the<br />fishes.<br /><br /> Hudson, the first mate, who could put a pistol ball through<br />the center of a doubloon, handed his just fired weapon to a bosun<br />and ordered two of the men on deck to pick up what remained of<br />Griff. With a powerful heave, they tossed his remains over the<br />side as well.<br /><br /> The brutal example of pirate justice should've totally<br />unnerved Constance, yet it left her almost totally unaffected.<br />Perhaps later it would all hit her, but for the moment, she was too<br />stunned by what she had seen up on the quarter-deck. Never, in all<br />the hours she had Considered the matter over the last few days,<br />had she ever imagined that Morgan the Red, one of the most<br />feared marauders of the sea lanes, was a woman.<br /><br /> "If you men don't have a need for sleep," she called out as<br />uncocked her own pistol and slipped it into her belt, "I'm sure Mr.<br />Hudson can find something for you to do."<br /><br /> The price of disobeying her orders still staining the deck,<br />the small group of men quickly dispersed and tried to make the<br />most of the few hours of rest before they would be called to<br />stations. Morgan the Red then turned her attention to Constance<br />and said that she might want to cover herself up, unless she<br />wanted to give any of the other men any ideas.<br /><br /> It was only then that Constance realized that her breasts<br />were still hanging free and quickly pulled up her dress to cover<br />them. It was doubtful that any man would care to repeat the<br />actions of the late Griff and Rourke, but lust did strange things to<br />a man. Or so the Nuns Constantly admonished her and the other<br />students.<br /><br /> Constance heard the Captain give Mr. Hudson instructions to<br />return her to her cabin, and to see that she stayed there until the<br />ship reached San Cristobal two days hence. The privilege of the<br />deck was no longer hers.<br /><br /> As the door to her cabin closed and was locked behind her,<br />Constance knew she would have trouble getting to sleep. The<br />excitement of the last hour still caused her heart to race. That<br />two men were dead didn't seem to bother her, even though she<br />knew that it should. They were already fading into memory, just as<br />the crew of the ill fated Esmerelda had.<br /><br /> Laying awake on the wooden bed, Constance's thoughts<br />instead dwelled on the image of Morgan the Red. The woman was<br />unlike any she had ever seen in her life. As tall as any man, the<br />Captain had fiery red hair tied back in a style more appropriate for<br />a boy than a woman. The physique beneath the half open blouse<br />and tight fitting britches she had worn on deck, however, certainly<br />belonged to a woman. Even across the distance, she had been able<br />to see the swell of breasts not much smaller than hers in the<br />moonlight.<br /><br /> The Captain's face showed a mixed heritage, her skin a rich<br />bronze. The seventeen year old guessed her to be in her late<br />twenties or early thirties, and while many men had called<br />Constance beautiful, she felt like an ungainly youth compared to<br />the older woman.<br /><br /> Sleep finally came about an hour later, but until her eyes<br />closed, Constance found herself able to think of nothing but the<br />pirate Captain. An image that followed her into her dreams.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> The Falcon's Claw made port two days later, and in that time<br />Constance didn't see the Captain again. Nor did she see her during<br />the next month while, after being transferred to a room in the<br />pirate's onshore stronghold, she waited to be ransomed.<br /><br /> As captivities went, Constance found hers far from<br />unpleasant. In fact, all in all it was a more agreeable experience<br />than her early days in the Convent school. Her quarters were<br />hardly the stone walled dungeon she might have imagined. In fact,<br />they were quite comfortable.<br /><br /> In fact it was easy to forget she was a prisoner as she was<br />free to come and go pretty much as she pleased. She was even<br />allowed to venture into the small town beyond the compound, as<br />long as she was accompanied by one of the native women who<br />worked for Captain Morgan. Word quickly spread that she was the<br />"guest" of the Captain and under her protection, after which the<br />townspeople and crewmen from other ships gave her a wide berth.<br /><br /> There didn't even seem to be much Concern that she would<br />use her freedom of access to try and escape. After all, where<br />would she go? One end of the settlement was bordered by the<br />open sea, the other three by a tropical jungle. As well educated as<br />Constance had been, her years in the Convent school had ill<br />prepared her for either environment.<br /><br /> One day soon blended into the next, until the morning of the<br />twenty-eighth day when Constance awoke to find the weather to<br />be even more glorious than usual. That was one thing she didn't<br />miss about her native England, the sometimes harsh drops in<br />temperature. Donning a simple one piece dress, one of many that<br />she had been 'loaned' from among looted stores, the blonde haired<br />woman decided to again take a walk into town and explore the<br />varied sights found there.<br /><br /> She quickly located, Maria, a friend among the servants who<br />usually accompanied her on her walks. Luck would have it that the<br />younger girl was headed into the market and said she would enjoy<br />the company. Under a sunny sky, the two women set off down the<br />half mile path to the village.<br /><br /> They had only gotten half way when a rider overtook them.<br />The well dressed man, which set him apart from many of the men<br />they encountered, was tall and exceedingly handsome. His black<br />hair was cut short and his mustache and beard well trimmed. In<br />short, he was the kind of man most women would easily swoon over.<br />A feeling that Maria felt instantly. But when Constance looked<br />into his cold blue eyes, she only felt fear. Those eyes belonged to<br />Hudson, first mate of the Falcon's Claw.<br /><br /> His appearance was a surprise as the buccaneer had set out<br />to sea two weeks past and was not expected back for at least a<br />fortnight. That they had returned unexpectedly didn't bode well,<br />Constance thought.<br /><br /> "The Captain wants to see you back at the compound,"<br />Hudson said, his tone carrying a mix of displeasure and impatience.<br /><br /> Sure that the news wasn't good, Constance Considered for a<br />brief moment the possibility of escape. Her eyes flashed to the<br />edge of the forest, only a few dozen paces to her left. Then<br />reason returned to her thinking as she recalled how ill-prepared<br />she was to act out such a plan. As much as she had put it out of<br />her thoughts, the memory of that night aboard ship and the first<br />mate's skill with a pistol were still there. If she did choose to run,<br />she mused, it was doubtful that she would make half the distance<br />before she met the same fate as the late, ill-fated Rourke.<br /><br /> Instead, Constance took a moment to give Maria what she<br />thought might be a farewell hug, thanking her for all of her<br />kindness during her stay. Hudson watched without comment,<br />keeping a close eyes on the blonde woman until she turned and<br />began to retrace her path back. He followed behind her a ways,<br />never offering to make her journey quicker or easier. Then, just as<br />they reached the edge of the encampment, he turned his horse<br />down another path and moved off to settle another matter.<br /><br /> Once she passed under the large archway, Constance was<br />met by a small boy who seemed to have been waiting for her. He<br />guided her to a part of the old fortress that she had never seen<br />before. They moved past a series of intersecting corridors and up<br />several stairwells, until they reached a large set of wooden double<br />doors. Standing aside the portal were two guards, leaving her to<br />believe that beyond was the Captain's quarters.<br /><br /> Seeing her approach, the guard on the left opened his half<br />of the door and motioned for her to step inside. Constance found<br />her heart pulsing as she followed his instruction, knowing her<br />worse fears lay within. She promised herself that she would face<br />them with courage, as she had tried to face all else in her life,<br />short as it had been.<br /><br /> She was slightly surprised when the door was closed behind<br />her and both the guard and the boy remained outside. A large<br />decorative screen, twice as wide as it was high blocked her view, so<br />it wasn't until she stepped around it that she understood why they<br />had done so.<br /><br /> The room was vast, equal to four times the largest room in<br />her father's house. It was lavishly furnished, filled with the spoils<br />of uncounted plundering. It was also filled with walls of books,<br />more than she had seen in the Convent library, matched only by the<br />equally high piles of what she could only guess were sea charts.<br />There was so much to take in that Constance didn't really see at<br />first the large metal tub situated on the far side of the room, its<br />open end facing a large and equally open set of double windows.<br />Beyond was an expansive panorama of the deep bottomed cove and<br />the ships that filled it.<br /><br /> Even when she did take note of it, the high back of the tub<br />prevented Constance was seeing the tub was occupied. That was<br />until another serving girl appeared from an adjacent room with a<br />small pile of clothing in her arms.<br /><br /> The apprehension in her heart was momentarily replaced by<br />fascination as Constance watched Captain Morgan rise naked from<br />the soapy water. With her back to her, the pirate leader rose to<br />her full five foot nine height and brought her hands to the long red<br />hair that stretched halfway down her back. She squeezed the<br />water from it, sending steady streams down her back and across<br />the compact cheeks of her ass to her equally firm legs.<br /><br /> The muscles of her arms and back flexed as she twisted her<br />locks one more time, exhibiting a power equal to a man but still<br />that of a woman. As she turned to take a drying cloth from the<br />top of her servant's pile, Constance was able to look at her in<br />profile, taking in the fullness of the rounded breasts she had only<br />glimpsed in the moonlight.<br /><br /> She quickly dried herself after stepping from the still warm<br />water, wiping away the small droplets that were already fading in<br />the warm morning sun that flooded the room. Dropping the towel<br />to the floor, she reached next for a pair of long brown breeches<br />she quickly donned, excluding the need for any undergarments. As<br />she moved in the sunlight, Constance was able to see a number of<br />small scars on her body. Not enough to mar her beauty, but enough<br />to attest to a life not spent in comfort.<br /><br /> A cream colored linen shirt came next, one that she left the<br />uppermost half undone just enough as to allow a significant amount<br />of cleavage to be visible. A dark brown leather vest followed, its<br />laces just tight enough to further enhance the bounty of her<br />chest. Boots of a similar hue completed the ensemble, but she was<br />still not completely dressed.<br /><br /> The Captain wrapped a thin dark belt, the buckle of which<br />appeared to be solid gold, around her waist, into which she slipped<br />a long, deadly looking sword, the handle of which was the work of a<br />master craftsman. Several smaller blades followed, filling spaces<br />on the right and back of her belt, as well as the sides of her boots<br />and the inside of her vest.<br /><br /> Finally, Captain Morgan reached down next to the tub and<br />picked up a loaded and fully cocked pistol. She carefully released<br />the hammer and slid the weapon into a holder near her sword.<br />Evidently, not even when bathing was the beautiful woman ever<br />really unarmed.<br /><br /> Turning to face a tall, full length mirror that rested against<br />the wall, the Captain took a few moments to check her appearance.<br />Satisfied, only then did she turn and even acknowledge Constance's<br />presence.<br /><br /> "Leave us," she said to the dark haired servant girl who,<br />after quickly picking up the now wet towel, exited the room back<br />the way she'd come.<br /><br /> The door to the other room closed with a small noise and<br />then a loud click as it was locked from the other side. It was a<br />symbolic action, but one that showed just how much the girl<br />respected her mistress's privacy.<br /><br /> "We seem to have a problem," Captain Morgan said without<br />preamble as she moved over to a long table and poured herself a<br />drink from a silver edged pitcher.<br /><br /> Constance didn't ask what kind of problem, sure that she<br />already knew the answer. Instead she tried to project a look of<br />innocence and Confusion, hoping that she could look equally<br />surprised if it turned out to be what she dreaded it was.<br /><br /> The Captain paused to talk a long drink of the cold liquid,<br />glancing out the window at the pirate fleet that was hers. She<br />took a Second taste, then Continued her statement.<br /><br /> "I have to Confess that I was somewhat surprised when<br />Mister Torrungton failed to immediately pay your freedom price<br />when my agent Contacted him last month," she began. "I did not<br />think it excessive for one of his means, especially for one of your<br />beauty."<br /><br /> She paused again to drain the last of her glass, then set it<br />on the table as she turned around.^¿<br /><br /> "But knowing of his reputation as a man reluctant to<br />needlessly part with his gold, I decided to grant him his request to<br />first Contact your father in England for instructions. I suspected<br />that in reality he was asking your father to shoulder half the<br />burden, but that is none of my Concern. I care not from where my<br />payment comes and I can afford to be a little patient for it."<br /><br /> She stepped closer to Constance, then added a more<br />menacing corollary that particular decision wasn't popular with<br />some of her associates.<br /><br /> "Then, just five days ago, the latest cargo ship from England<br />reached Hamilton, escorted no less by a Frigate carrying thirty<br />guns to ensure its safe passage," she went on. "Hearing that your<br />intended had been there to meet the ship when it made port, I<br />again sent my agent to his house. What he discovered was most<br />unsettling."<br /><br /> The pirate woman paused once more, giving Constance a<br />chance to comment on what she had said so far. The younger<br />woman declined to do so, but suspected that her captor knew that<br />the information she was imparting wasn't exactly unexpected.<br /><br /> There was a woman on that ship, whom I've been told is your<br />older sister, Prudence. My agent initially reported that he<br />believed that she might have been sent with the gold in order to<br />make sure that it was used for your release. Then, much to his<br />surprise, Torrungton not only didn't make any arrangements to<br />unload any gold, he instead immediately set out to arrange a<br />wedding ceremony. In less than forty-eight hours of her arrival,<br />your fiancee instead took your sister to his marriage bed. Where I<br />might add. he had reportedly remained since."<br /><br /> Unable to totally Control herself any longer, Constance let<br />out an audible sigh. Not at the turn of events, which as she<br />admitted to herself was surely a possibility, but over the fact that<br />she would no longer act as if were not. That her ransom might<br />actually have been paid.<br /><br /> "If it's any small Conciliation," the tall woman offered, "it<br />was the opinion of my agent, who has seen both you and your sister<br />by the way, that Torrungton has settled for an inferior bride."<br /><br /> The words brought her small comfort as Constance thought<br />of her sister, Prudence. Fifteen months older than her, Prudence<br />had the misfortune to have been caught in an inappropriate<br />situation with a man who already had a wife. The scandal that had<br />resulted had been muted due to their father's influence, but had<br />been enough to make in near impossible for him to arrange a<br />suitable pairing for her among the sons of his fellows who had<br />heard the whispers. Evidently, Torrungton hadn't heard them or<br />didn't care. Constance's only real regret about it all was that her<br />father didn't send him Prudence in the first place so that she<br />would be standing here instead of her.<br /><br /> "Still, as I said in the beginning, this has left me with<br />somewhat of a problem," Captain Morgan said, interrupting<br />Constance's musings.<br /><br /> Constance banished any thought of her sister, now giving the<br />woman now only a few feet in front of her full and undivided<br />attention. Everything up to this point had been a preface. Now<br />she would learn the reason she had been sent for.<br /><br /> "A Captain who fails to secure their crew their promised<br />share of a bounty might soon find themselves in a precarious<br />position," the Captain said. "There comes a point where fear of<br />retribution might not be enough to stay certain elements."<br /><br /> Constance took that statement with the proverbial grain of<br />salt. She wasn't so naive as to think that the infamous Morgan the<br />Red was really worried that her crew might mutiny over a few lost<br />pieces of eight. Even if her Contact with the Captain had been<br />severely limited, she'd seen the way just about all of the people on<br />this island regarded her. It wasn't so much fear as awe.<br /><br /> No, the pirate leader was using the scenario to make a point.<br />One that Constance couldn't figure out, but was sure she wasn't<br />going to like.<br /><br /> "It's been suggested to me by Hudson, who aside from my<br />agent is the only one who knows the ransom isn't forthcoming, that<br />there is another way for us to recover our loss," Captain Morgan<br />said as Constance hung on every word. "That we might turn you<br />over to the slaver auction on San Marcos and be able to get an<br />equal if not greater price for you."<br /><br /> Constance's mouth fell open in shock, her mind unable to<br />form words.<br /><br /> "This, I assure you, is not a decision that I would make<br />lightly," the other woman extended. "Cold hearted as I have been<br />accused of being at times, I would take no pleasure in sending a<br />woman such as yourself into a life like that. There are men who<br />would eagerly bid on you there that would actually make your<br />sister's new husband seem like a prize catch."<br /><br /> Constance still had trouble finding words to express what<br />she was feeling. The image of Rourke and his filthy hands upon her<br />filled her mind. A night that might just have been a harbinger of<br />things to come.<br /><br /> "Yet, as I explained before, my men expect to be paid and<br />I'm at somewhat of a loss as to what other options I have," the<br />Captain said as she brought their discussion to a Conclusion.<br />"Unless you have any suggestions?"<br /><br /> Obviously, she didn't, but Constance did decide to take the<br />opportunity to ask if she might ask a question. One that she had<br />been wondering about since that night on the Falcon's Claw. After<br />all, even a Condemned prisoner usually got a last request, didn't<br />they?<br /><br /> Evidently, the older woman felt that way as well, indicating<br />that she could ask the question.<br /><br /> "How did you wind up as the leader of these people?"<br />Constance asked.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> The question seemed to take her captor by surprise, but<br />nevertheless, she did seem to give it Considerable thought before<br />answering. That she didn't dismiss it out of hand was a good sign<br />Constance thought.<br /><br /> "Why don't you have a seat," the Captain as she offered<br />Constance one of the cushioned chairs near the window. "That<br />might take a little explaining."<br /><br /> Her curiosity aroused and eager to think about something<br />else than being sold off like a prize cow, Constance accepted the<br />offer. Sitting down, she got the impression that it wasn't a story<br />that she shared with many people, or that it was one that the<br />Captain preferred not be well known. The younger woman now<br />wondered if it was a good thing that she might now be one of the<br />few. It might save her from the auction block, but might it lead<br />her to something worse. Then she asked herself if there was<br />anything that might be worse?<br /><br /> "First of all," the red headed woman said as she took one of<br />the seats next to Constance, "my given name is Rachel. My father<br />was Morgan the Red, at least the original one."<br /><br /> "Is he dead?" Constance asked, thinking that was a logical<br />Conclusion.<br /><br /> "No, he's alive and well, or at least he was the last time I<br />saw him," Rachel corrected her.<br /><br /> "I don't understand."<br /><br /> "A few years ago, my father decided to retire, to live out his<br />last years in comfort. Something that normally doesn't happen for<br />men in his kind of life," she explained. "The problem was, his<br />Majesty's Navy doesn't like to let men such as him just fade away,<br />especially not after all the damage he'd done to their reputations<br />in these waters."<br /><br /> It hadn't occurred to Constance that many of the stories<br />she'd heard of Morgan were twenty years old or more and that<br />they couldn't have applied to this woman who couldn't be much<br />more than ten years older than her.<br /><br /> "So in order for him to simply disappear, there still had to<br />be a Morgan."<br /><br /> "He just turned it all over to you and the men followed?"<br />Constance asked.<br /><br /> "No, it wasn't that simple," she clarified. "True, he could've<br />just given me the Falcon's Claw since it was his ship, but that<br />didn't mean any of the other Captains would automatically follow<br />me. I had to prove myself first."<br /><br /> "How did you do that?" Constance asked, thinking how little<br />respect men had for women in most parts of the world, much less<br />here in such an untamed land.<br /><br /> "By being better than they were."<br /><br /> The look on Constance's face said that she didn't<br />understand how that could be. Weren't men normally superior to<br />women?<br /><br /> "I guess I should start at the beginning," Rachel said as she<br />leaned back in her chair, her thoughts drifting back to her<br />childhood. "My father loved my mother as few men love a woman.<br />Even now, he still mourns her death from the fever. Any way, next<br />to his love for her, the one thing he wanted most in life was a son<br />to carry on his name."<br /><br /> Constance nodded her understanding of that aspect, knowing<br />that was an aspiration carried by most men, including her father.<br /><br /> "Fate, however, gave him a daughter instead, twins actually,<br />myself and my sister, Elizabeth. A gift that they only let him keep<br />a few weeks before she also died of the fever. His attitude<br />toward a daughter changed after that. He now looked at me as his<br />heir regardless of my gender. From that day on, what he knew, he<br />endeavored to teach me as well, along with every bit of knowledge<br />the rest of his Captains had. By the time I was fifteen, I could<br />sail a ship to almost any point on a map, or hold my own against any<br />man with a sword in my hand. He also made sure that I learned<br />about other subjects as well, trading precious gold for the books<br />you see around you, all of which I've read more than once."<br /><br /> Constance Considered Rachel's life against her own. How<br />her father had seen the potential in her while her own had only<br />seen shame to be hidden away. Morality aside, it was a life she<br />almost wished she could have led.<br /><br /> "I worked my way up among his crew, starting from the orlop<br />deck to the bridge, holding every position from loblolly boy to first<br />mate. Finally, about five years ago, my father came to me and told<br />me it was time for him to go. I haven't seen him since."<br /><br /> There was a sadness in Rachel's eyes as she finished her<br />tale. Constance couldn't help but think that despite all that she<br />found herself envying about her, the older woman was very much<br />alone in her life. She wanted to say something, but was<br />interrupted by a loud knock on the door.<br /><br /> "Captain!" a loud voice boomed from the other side of the<br />wood, "the Sea Dog is coming into port."<br /><br /> Rachel rose from her chair and glanced out the window, her<br />sharp eyes quickly focusing on the sails just past the horizon. Duty<br />called.<br /><br /> "I'm afraid we'll have to cut our chat short," Rachel said as<br />she reached for the hat she had left hanging on a post. "A pity, I<br />wanted to ask a few questions about your life as well. Maria had<br />already told me much about it and I was curious about a few<br />things."<br /><br /> "Maria told you?" Constance asked, thinking of the many<br />hours she had spent walking and talking to the younger girl.<br /><br /> "Of course," Rachel smiled as she adjusted the hat in the<br />mirror, "there is little that goes on here on my island that I don't<br />know about."<br /><br /> Constance rose to her feet, realizing that the moment was<br />over and that her problems had returned. A view reflected on her<br />face.<br /><br /> "Perhaps we can talk again later," the tall woman said as she<br />reasserted herself in the image of Morgan the Red.<br /><br /> "I'd like that," Constance said.<br /><br /> "One thing though," the Captain said as she headed for the<br />door, "I've given orders that you no longer be allowed to visit<br />outside the fortress. Until I decide what to do with you, I'd much<br />prefer to know where you are. In fact, it might be better if you<br />stayed in your room until I got back."<br /><br /> "Of course," Constance said dishearteningly.<br /><br /> With that, Morgan the Red was gone.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> All through the long afternoon and into the evening hours,<br />Constance sat in her room, now finally feeling like a prison, and<br />Contemplated her future. A future that looked bleaker with each<br />passing hour. Staring out the window at the setting sun, she<br />wondered if she would have the strength to throw herself to the<br />street far below. Death might be preferable to the sexual slavery<br />that Captain Morgan had hinted might be her fate.<br /><br /> A loud knock at the door interrupted her musings. She<br />turned away from the window, and possible death, just as the<br />heavy door opened from the outside. In walked Maria, her ever<br />present smile filling her face.<br /><br /> Putting aside her dark thoughts, Constance found herself<br />returning the younger girl's smile. It was that infectious. The<br />result, the blonde haired woman thought, of a simple life with not a<br />care in the world.<br /><br /> "The Captain would like you to join her for dinner," Maria<br />said, her tone reflecting what a great honor she held such an<br />invitation. "I've been sent to help you get ready."<br /><br /> Constance glanced down at the simple dress that she had<br />been wearing since the day she arrived and wanted to laugh.<br />Getting ready for dinner Consisted of little more than washing her<br />face and hands, a practice that seemed little practiced among<br />most of the people she'd seen on this island.<br /><br /> Maria caught the look on Constance's face and actually did<br />laugh. The girl might've lived a simple life, but she was hardly<br />stupid. The joke was on Constance as Maria motioned to the guard<br />who stood by the door and in response to her summons, two more<br />men appeared at the entrance carrying a large, decorated, chest.<br />One that the Englishwoman recognized immediately.<br /><br /> "My things!" she exclaimed as she rushed forward to<br />inspect the Contents as they laid it down in the center of the room.<br /><br /> So surprised was she to find all of her most precious<br />possessions still intact, Constance never noticed the leers of the<br />two seaman as they looked her over before leaving. That at least<br />one of them could see right down her dress as she bent over was<br />the furthest thing from her mind.<br /><br /> "The Captain would like you to dress for dinner," Maria<br />explained as the door closed behind them, "and thought you would<br />prefer your own clothes to anything else."<br /><br /> The words hardly registered on Constance as she reached<br />down deep into the trunk and pulled out an emerald green gown.<br />Her eyes opened wide as she looked at it again, remembering how<br />wonderful it had felt against her skin the first time she had tried<br />it on at the dressmakers back in England. It was the finest thing<br />that she had ever owned, and not even the fact that it was the<br />dress she was to meet her future husband in could diminish her<br />love of it.<br /><br /> "Dinner you said," Constance said to Maria as the younger<br />girl also admired the fine garment.<br /><br /> "Yes."<br /><br /> "Is there going to be anyone else there?" Constance asked,<br />wondering if perhaps she was being asked to dress finely as to<br />show off the merchandise to some prospective buyer."<br /><br /> "Not that the Captain mentioned to me," Maria answered,<br />using words that told Constance nothing.<br /><br /> "Well, they say the Condemned should have a hearty meal,"<br />Constance mused out loud, much to Maria's Confusion.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> Using a wooden tub far less grand than the one she had<br />found the Captain using, Constance cleansed herself of several<br />days grime. Previously, she had to make do with a washbasin and a<br />rag. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be really clean.<br /><br /> Maria assisted her in dressing as well, and in short order,<br />Constance found herself gazing at the young woman she had almost<br />forgotten herself capable of being. The mirror, like the bathtub,<br />had been quickly produced from somewhere in the pirate stores.<br /><br /> As she had watched the way the fearsome seaman quickly<br />moved to carry out Maria's commands, Constance wondered if she<br />might have underestimated the girl's place in this society. Or<br />what it merely that they knew that she was carrying out the<br />instructions of the Captain and any failure to assist her would<br />quickly make its way back to Morgan the Red. From what she had<br />already seen of the Captain's displeasure, Constance almost pitied<br />anyone on the receiving end of it.<br /><br /> Finally, after making a dozen small alterations, Constance<br />was satisfied with her appearance. Maria complimented her on how<br />beautiful she looked and, taking one last look at her reflection, the<br />blonde had to agree.<br /><br /> Maria led Constance out into the hall, where she was<br />surprised to discover that the guard was now gone. In fact, as<br />they walked down the passageway and up the stairs to the<br />Captain's quarters, they didn't pass a soul. Constance wasn't sure<br />if that was a good thing or not.<br /><br /> Maria paused at the door, then gently tapped against the<br />wood, signaling their presence. She waited another long moment<br />before pulling the right half of the door open. As before, the<br />inner partition prevented Constance from seeing inside. Also as in<br />her previous visit, she was allowed to enter alone.<br /><br /> Stepping around the inner wall, Constance opened her eyes in<br />amazement. In the few hours since she had been there, the room<br />had undergone a total transformation. The floors and walls had<br />been scrubbed spotless, with the stacks of books and maps<br />carefully put away. A large table now sat in the center of the<br />room, laid out for an extravagant dinner. To her relief, Constance<br />saw that there were only two place settings.<br /><br /> Moving over to the table, Constance saw that several meat<br />and fish dishes had already been laid out. Along with the food were<br />several bottles of wine resting in, if all things, ice. She would've<br />wondered where they ever managed to get ice in this climate, if<br />she hadn't been startled by the sudden appearance of Captain<br />Morgan from the other room.<br /><br /> "I wasn't sure exactly what you would like," the Captain<br />said as she stepped into the main room, "So I had my cook prepare<br />a little of ... my God, you are beautiful!" she blurted out as she got<br />her first good look at her guest.<br /><br /> Constance was also stunned by the Captain's appearance, but<br />couldn't find the words. Morgan the Red now wore a black pair of<br />britches, a fine white silk shirt and a royal blue Captain's coat with<br />real gold buttons and embroidery. Her long hair was again tied<br />back in a matching ribbon, but this time in a style more flattering<br />to a woman.<br /><br /> The two women sat down to dinner, and for a time, it was<br />possible to forget the world outside these walls. They talked of<br />everything but the situation at hand. The food and wine, of which<br />both shared a capacious amount of, added to the enjoyment of<br />their Conversation. A Conversation filled with questions about<br />Constance's life. The answers, which Constance gave freely,<br />seemed to fascinate the older woman.<br /><br /> They talked right up to the midnight hour, at which point<br />the Captain changed both her tone and the subject matter. It was<br />a change that told Constance that the moment she had been<br />dreading was now here.<br /><br /> "I promised my men that I'd make a decision about you<br />today," she said, "and since the new day is upon us, I see no reason<br />to wait any longer."<br /><br /> Constance took a deep breath and looked down at the<br />remnants of the feast they had Consumed. It was a pity, she<br />thought, that such a nice night had to come to such an ignoble end.<br /><br /> "I guess I should tell you that I've already had an offer<br />from Captain Sontulli to pay your ransom and save me the trouble<br />of shipping you off to San Marcos," she Continued without any sign<br />of emotion in her voice.<br /><br /> "Captain Sontulli?" Constance asked.<br /><br /> "You saw him the day the Falcon's Claw made landfall," came<br />the response. "He's the Captain of the Sea Dog and also the agent<br />I sent to see Mr. Torrungton. Which is why he already knows that<br />no payment will be coming from that quarter."<br /><br /> Constance tried to picture the men she saw waiting for<br />Morgan the Red on the landing that day. She had no real idea of<br />which was Sontulli, but couldn't recall any man that day she would<br />want to willingly give herself to.<br /><br /> "And what would be want me for?" she asked, hoping for an<br />answer other than the one she knew to be true.<br /><br /> "He is a man, with a man's lusts," came the simple reply,<br />giving no doubt that the outcome would be any different than if<br />she was sent to the auction block.<br /><br /> "Then I don't seem to have any other choice," Constance<br />said in resignation.<br /><br /> Whether it was by her father's hand, or this pirate Captain,<br />her fate seemed to have been destined to be the same. To be the<br />sexual plaything of a man she could never care for, to be used only<br />for the pleasures her body might provide.<br /><br /> "I do have another choice, however," the dark haired woman<br />said unexpectedly, "but one which I wasn't sure I wanted to<br />Consider until tonight."<br /><br /> She now had Constance's full and undivided attention as the<br />young woman hung on every word that might follow.<br /><br /> "I could pay the price myself."<br /><br /> It was an unexpected answer indeed.<br /><br /> "But why would you do that?" Constance asked after<br />Considering the option for a few moments.<br /><br /> Now it was the Captain who hesitated a dozen heartbeats<br />before giving an answer.<br /><br /> "Because it is not only the men in these waters who are in<br />need of companionship."<br /><br /> "Oh," was all Constance could say in response.<br /><br /> Despite her sheltered upbringing, the convent-reared woman<br />more than understood the nature of what the Captain alluded to by<br />companionship. While her knowledge of the intimacies men and<br />women shared in the darkness were limited and theoretical, those<br />that girls might share together were more familiar.<br /><br /> It had not been uncommon, after the Sisters had locked<br />their charges in their dormitory at night, for certain of the older<br />girls to leave their own beds and slip under the sheets of another<br />already occupied. Sometimes, this happened in beds close enough<br />for Constance to lie away and listen to their soft moans as they<br />rubbed their bodies together. Moans and quiet, yet excited cries<br />that left the blonde haired girl with a sense of curiosity about<br />what they were doing.<br /><br /> A curiosity that had been finally satisfied last summer when<br />one of those girls, Charity Nelson, had unexpectedly climbed into<br />her own bed. An action that both surprised and captivated<br />Constance, as she had never before been Considered part of their<br />private circle. It would be a few days later that she learned that<br />one of the group had been Confined to the infirmary that night,<br />leaving an odd number of participants in the weekly ritual. Rather<br />than forgo her pleasures, Charity, who had noticed Constance more<br />than once paying quite a bit of attention to her activities on other<br />nights, decided to pay her an uninvited visit.<br /><br /> Before Constance could decide if she should complain or let<br />events take their course, Charity was already rubbing their bodies<br />together and placing her hands on places on the younger woman's<br />body that no one save her had ever touched. Curiosity, then<br />pleasure quickly replaced any sense of reluctance, and in no time at<br />all, the redheaded girl had brought her to that happy place that<br />she had only visited alone. It was a wondrous experience indeed,<br />Constance remembered thinking.<br /><br /> So wondrous, in fact, that Constance felt a deep measure of<br />disappointment when Charity's usual bedmate returned to their<br />quarters. With the circle complete once more, the blonde haired<br />girl was once more left on the outside.<br /><br /> "So you would take me just as a man would." Constance said<br />as a statement more than a question, surprising herself with her<br />directness. Yet, then again, it was easy to be brave when you had<br />nothing to lose.<br /><br /> "If that was what I wished, who is there on this island to<br />tell me no?" came a quick reply.<br /><br /> Constance knew the answer to that was no one. In fact, she<br />found herself wondering why the Captain hadn't simply taken her<br />and then sold her to Sontulli as well. That did seem to be the kind<br />of thing a pirate would do.<br /><br /> "But," the Pirate said as the tone of her voice again changed<br />to that of Rachel rather than Morgan the Red, "I've long believed<br />that the fruit of the vine is much sweeter when it's freely given,<br />rather than ripped from a tree branch."<br /><br /> Constance wondered how it could be freely given when she<br />was still a captive, but even that Consideration seemed to be<br />overwhelmed by the fascination she felt for the woman now only a<br />few feet away from her. Deep in her soul, however wrong it might<br />be to wish it, the Englishwoman knew that she wanted to be in the<br />arms of this Pirate Queen, if only for this night. What Rachel said<br />next, only made Constance want her even more.<br /><br /> "So I've decided to pay your ransom myself and set you<br />free," Rachel said. "Whatever you do from this point on is of your<br />own accord. If you wish it, I will even give orders for a ship to set<br />sail on the dawn to take you to Jamaica and the life you left<br />behind."<br /><br /> It seemed like the answer to her every night's prayer, but<br />not one that Constance was inclined to make this night. Instead<br />she rose to her feet and walked the few steps to where Rachel was<br />still sitting. Her fingers reached behind herself for the top lace<br />of the six that held her tight fitting gown against her body. A<br />body so close that the dark haired woman was only inches from the<br />rich, creamy bounty beneath the emerald green.<br /><br /> "If it is my choice," Constance said as the first restraint<br />came loose, "then my choice is to stay."<br /><br /> "In that case," Rachel countered with a beaming smile as<br />she rose from her chair and stood behind Constance, "let me do<br />that."<br /><br /> Deft fingers quickly worked the remaining laces, exposing<br />Constance's back. Rachel ran an outstretched hand across the pale<br />skin, leaving a faint impression to mark its passage. It was a touch<br />that sent a shiver of excitement through Constance's body,<br />especially between her legs.<br /><br /> The shiver quickly grew to a shudder as Rachel leaned<br />forward and kissed, first the center of Constance's back, then the<br />base of her neck. Constance let out a soft moan as the brunette<br />brought her other hand up and tilted the shorter woman's head<br />back. Realizing her intent, Constance leaned back even further and<br />closed her eyes as their lips met.<br /><br /> The crush of Rachel's mouth against her own was as soft as<br />Constance imagined it might be. Yet, at the same time, it was<br />filled with a passion strong enough to warm her down to her toes.<br />It made the playful kisses she had once shared with other<br />students seem like child's play indeed.<br /><br /> Rachel kissed her again, this time her tongue pressed hard<br />against the inexperienced woman's lips, forcing them apart.<br />Constance instinctively responded, opened her mouth wide to<br />accept the offering, then teasing it with her own. The exchange<br />continued for the longest time as they became more comfortable<br />and their passions grew.<br /><br /> As they continued to kiss, Rachel slid her hands across<br />Constance's bare shoulders until they came to rest against the now<br />loose folds of her dress. Gripping them tightly, she pulled down<br />both the emerald gown and the white undergarment beneath it<br />until Constance could feel the night breeze from the open window<br />wash across her skin. The cool air caused her now bare nipples to<br />grow hard.<br /><br /> Reluctantly letting their lips part, Rachel relaxed her<br />embrace just enough to let Constance slip out of her outfit<br />completely. She did so quickly, and with considerably less concern<br />for the garment than when she had put in on. Before Rachel could<br />take a dozen breaths, the blonde haired woman stood naked in the<br />light of the many candles that filled the room.<br /><br /> Standing there as nude as the day she was born, Constance<br />felt a surge of exhilarating freedom that she had never felt<br />before. All of her life, even when she shared common quarters<br />with several dozen other girls, she had been taught to hide her<br />body in shame. She had even been admonished to always avert her<br />eyes when one of the other girls changed or washed, lest she view<br />their bodies. Even that night Charity had come to her bed, neither<br />of them had completely disrobed.<br /><br /> The candlelight that bathed Constance's body also reflected<br />in Rachel's eyes as the Pirate Captain took in the beauty of her<br />prize. Never, she quickly decided, had she seen such a pleasing<br />image.<br /><br /> Long silky hair, the color of sun-kissed honey, reached down<br />to below her shoulders. Captivating blue eyes one couldn't help but<br />be drawn deep into looked back at her as their eyes met for a<br />brief moment. Her gaze dropped to the sweet pink lips that she<br />had just drank deeply of. From there she moved further downward<br />to breasts as full as her own, with large pink nipples hard and<br />erect. Finally, Rachel focused on the lightly haired, almost<br />translucent, triangle that covered as coveted a prize as any the<br />Freebooter had ever plundered.<br /><br /> Even as her eyes never shifted from Constance's near<br />perfect form, Rachel removed her Captain's coat, dropping it<br />across her chair. Her hands reached up to the collar of her<br />ruffled blouse where she began to undo its buttons.<br /><br /> "No, please let me," Constance implored, echoing Rachel's<br />words of only a few minutes before.<br /><br /> A blissful smile filled Rachel's face as she removed her<br />hands and gestured for Constance to take over. The shorter<br />blonde closed the distance between them and picked up where the<br />brunette left off.<br /><br /> Those blue eyes that Rachel had so admired filled with<br />excitement as more of the bronzed skin beneath the silk blouse<br />became visible, allowing Constance a much better view of that<br />which she had only glimpsed during the Captain's bath. A gasp<br />spilled from her lips as she exposed the second dark mound and<br />saw a long deep scar that ran along one side and almost the length<br />of the valley between. A stark reminder of the difference in their<br />lives.<br /><br /> Rachel took note of the momentary distress on Constance's<br />face. It reminded her of the day she had gotten that scar. Of<br />how deep the wound had been and how lucky she had been to<br />survive. The injury stood as a reminder of how fragile life was and<br />how she would never again let anyone keep her from that which she<br />desired.<br /><br /> Dismissing the harsh half of that memory from her mind,<br />Rachel took Constance's hands in her own and placed them against<br />her rounded globes. She gave her the lightest of kisses and let<br />her younger lover explore the warmth and softness of her mounds.<br /><br /> It was an exploration that caused Constance's heart to race<br />and a feeling of lightheadedness to pass over her as she rubbed<br />her fingers against Rachel's nipples, feeling them grow hard at her<br />caress. Rachel's face filled with delight and a soft moan slipped<br />from her lips, a long, pleasing cry that grew in intensity along with<br />the flames of lust.<br /><br /> It heralded a rising need that Rachel could not long ignore.<br />She had planned to let Constance take her time and ease herself<br />into the situation. But it had only taken the press of their bodies<br />against each other for her to realize that was a hopeless wish.<br />She had been alone for far too long, her hunger too urgent.<br /><br /> She took Constance in her arms and kissed her once more,<br />this time hard and passionately. Then, in a burst of strength fueled<br />by eroticism, she lifted Constance into the air and carried her off<br />in the direction of her bedroom.<br /><br /> Rather than be scared by the sudden movement, Constance<br />felt strangely safe in her arms. Safe, and anxious to feel more of<br />the fires that were also raging within her.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> Only the light of the full moon spilling through the open<br />window illuminated the small bedroom. In such low lighting, it was<br />quite difficult for Constance to make out her surroundings as they<br />stepped inside. A detail that mattered little at the moment as the<br />only aspect of the room that concerned her was the large bed that<br />occupied half of it. A bed that Rachel dropped her on, then took a<br />few steps back.<br /><br /> Now it was Constance's turn to watch as Rachel divested<br />herself of the open shirt that still hung from her shoulders. The<br />rest of her clothing followed just as rapidly. Unlike the woman on<br />the bed, the pirate leader never wore undergarments, so the<br />largest portion of her time was spent just getting off her boots.<br /><br /> Constance felt like time stood still as she waited for Rachel<br />to join her in bed. For some reason, the words of advice given to<br />her by the old woman her father had sent to her to prepare her<br />for what she should expect on her wedding night came to mind.<br />This wasn't exactly that, but it was the closest thing to it she<br />thought. She found that somewhat strange as she really didn't<br />think the advice to not complain and meekly submit to her<br />husband's desires was really going to be of much use.<br /><br /> Rachel had the opposite reaction, as if time was racing and<br />she had none to waste. Reaching the center of the bed where<br />Constance lay, she reached out and ran her hand up the blonde's<br />outstretched leg. She followed her fingers with her warm lips,<br />planting kisses behind her caress. Both gentle touches sending<br />escalating sparks of electricity through the prone woman.<br /><br /> Reaching the lightly haired mound between Constance's legs,<br />Rachel brushed her fingers back and forth across it, turning those<br />tiny sparks into bolts of lightning. Constance's body jumped as<br />Rachel's fingers rubbed against her clit once, twice, then a third<br />time. It took all Rachel's self-control to abandon that prize so<br />near, but she knew she would return to it soon enough.<br /><br /> The dark haired woman continued upward, leaving a train of<br />kisses across her stomach until she reached the large twin mounds<br />so like her own. The inviting nipples drew her attention, first her<br />hands, then her mouth.<br /><br /> Constance moaned loudly as Rachel's lips closed around her<br />excited tips, her darting tongue adding to the most wonderful<br />sensations she had ever felt. Her hands massaged the supple flesh<br />around them, adding to the magic.<br /><br /> "Blessed Mother," the young woman cried out, "I've never<br />felt so good!"<br /><br /> Letting the hard nub slip from her mouth, Rachel's lips<br />formed into a wicked smile. She knew that even better things<br />were ahead.<br /><br /> Constance writhed beneath her as Rachel returned to the<br />task at hand, or mouth as the case might be. Gripping the soft<br />firm breasts in her hands again, she once more lowered her mouth<br />to one of Constance's areole and bit down on the plump nipple. The<br />younger woman cried out in pleasure, reaching out with her own<br />hands and grabbing the back of Rachel's head, pulling her even<br />harder against her mound. Rachel repeated her action twice more,<br />alternating the love bites with gentle thrusts of her tongue. Then<br />she moved to the other breast and started all over.<br /><br /> "More, more!" Constance called out.<br /><br /> And more was exactly what Rachel had to give. Lifting<br />herself even higher, she moved further up on the bed so that her<br />own breasts now hung over Constance's face. The inexperienced<br />lover quickly reached up and took one in each hand, massaging them<br />with her fingers as she had a short time before. Rachel moved<br />lower, bringing her breasts even closer, along with an invitation<br />that Constance was all to eager to act upon.<br /><br /> Rachel's breasts felt so sweet in her mouth as Constance<br />worked her tongue against the wide nipple, trying to duplicate the<br />amazing things Rachel had done with hers. An effort that while<br />not perfect, was more than good enough.<br /><br /> Even as the fever across her own chest grew in strength,<br />Rachel shifted her body as to still allow Constance access to the<br />bounty she now suckled at, but to also extend her reach. Her left<br />hand moved down between the blonde's legs, quickly coming to rest<br />on the lightly haired patch.<br /><br /> Riding a wave of pleasure, Rachel parted the folds with her<br />fingers and slipped one between them. She was surprised at how<br />wet it already was, but not at the reaction to its entry. It was one<br />that she had already seen in other women who had shared her bed<br />over the years.<br /><br /> Rubbing that finger back and forth, covering it with the<br />juices of her efforts, Rachel was pleased as she felt Constance's<br />body began to move in synch with hers. Responding to the thrusts<br />of her hand with those of her body.<br /><br /> A second finger soon followed the first, adding to the power<br />of her penetrations as Constance squirmed even more. Rachel<br />worked the pair harder and deeper, finally adding a third to the<br />mix bringing forth an even louder cry that surely could be heard by<br />anyone on the streets below. Neither of them cared.<br /><br /> The fires in each of their bodies merged, forming a single<br />soul shattering inferno. It was a summons that neither Rachel nor<br />Constance could ignore. They were now one being, with only one<br />goal.<br /><br /> Rachel pulled out her fingers and reversed her earlier<br />movement. In the space of a single heartbeat, before Constance<br />could even realized that she had moved, the dark haired woman's<br />head was between her legs and had picked up with her tongue<br />where her fingers had left off.<br /><br /> If Constance had been electrified by the press of Rachel's<br />tongue against her nipple, that of it against her clit was enough to<br />send her totally over the edge. Her body rocked with each wet<br />thrust inside her, as oscillating ripples of delight tore through her<br />frame.<br /><br /> "I...I..," Constance gasped as she tried to form words to<br />express what she felt, but her breaths were coming too fast for<br />even that.<br /><br /> But Rachel needed no words of encouragement, not when she<br />was so close to the goal she had envisioned from the moment this<br />prize had fell under her sway. She worked the inner walls of<br />Constance's womanhood with the same enthusiasm that she led a<br />boarding party onto a Spanish Galleon. Ravishing her innocence<br />with a vengeance, she pulled the enlarged clit deep into her mouth,<br />sucking it hard and rolling it against her.<br /><br /> Rachel's body quaked almost as hard as Constance's as the<br />finest of wines fueled her fires. And still it wasn't enough. She<br />wanted her lover to share in the sweet ambrosia as well. With the<br />cat-like reflexes that had allowed her to move across a battle<br />raged deck without harm, Rachel again shifted her body without<br />missing a beat in the pleasures she was bringing Constance.<br /><br /> The movement was enough, however, to cause Constance to<br />open the eyes she'd previously shut to enjoy the sensations<br />Rachel's ministrations had produced. To her surprise, and delight,<br />Rachel's dark covered sex was now only inches from her own<br />mouth. As hard as it was to shift even part of her attention from<br />what was happening between her own legs, it was a treasure that<br />couldn't be ignored.<br /><br /> Constance reached up and closed the palms of her hands<br />against the cheeks of Rachel's ass, drawing her even closer. Her<br />tongue reached up and pressed against the saturated mound. It<br />was the first time in her life she had ever seen a woman's sex, and<br />that included her own. But as excited as she was, she wasn't about<br />to let a little thing like that hold her back.<br /><br /> Opening the way to the pinkness within with both her hands,<br />Constance first kissed the moist flesh, then extended her tongue<br />as far as it would go, pressing it back and forth along the nectar<br />covered walls. Never having tasted the fruits of a woman, not even<br />her own, Constance wasn't sure what to expect. To her delight, it<br />was like the sweetest of candies. Once she had a taste of it, she<br />only wanted more.<br /><br /> Rachel's mouth was too occupied to give a verbal reaction to<br />Constance's actions, so she encouraged her the best way she knew.<br />Namely by working her agile tongue even harder into Constance's<br />dark recesses and bringing her even greater pleasures.<br /><br /> The effect was infectious as Constance tried to copy<br />Rachel's action. Her results were mixed, but satisfying none the<br />less. She drew deeper and deeper into the woman on top of her,<br />her own eagerness growing in leaps and bounds as she felt Rachel<br />respond to her touch.<br /><br /> Rachel could feel that Constance was so very close to orgasm<br />and wanted to catch up. She pressed her wet mound even harder<br />against the blonde's mouth, so that no matter what she did, any<br />motion was immediately translated into pure joy. With no more<br />room for even her hands, Constance reached above her head and<br />tightly gripped the headboard, holding it tightly as a thunderstorm<br />raged throughout her body.<br /><br /> A storm that had it's twin in Rachel as she felt her own<br />orgasm racing up to meet her. The part of her ruled by logic told<br />her that she should slow down a little, lest Constance reach her<br />climax and be unable to bring her to hers. But it was the part of<br />her ruled by passion was in control now and that simply wasn't an<br />option. There was no force on Earth, not even the sudden<br />appearance of a dozen of His Majesty's warships in the cove<br />beyond her window, that would cause her pause.<br /><br /> As it turned out, it was a concern she need not have worried<br />about. As important as the physical aspects of love were, the<br />mental ones played an even greater role. The knowledge that she<br />was Constance's first, and nothing would ever change that, was<br />enough to bridge the gap and bring them both to fruition at almost<br />the same time.<br /><br /> It was Constance that climaxed first, her body growing rigid<br />as the dam within her that held a lifetime of denied pleasures<br />crumbled with overwhelming force. Her body thundered as those<br />erotic forces took hold of every aspect of her mind and body,<br />bringing her the most enjoyable moments of her young life.<br /><br /> As the rational part of Rachel's mind had feared, the onset<br />of Constance's orgasm had put an end to her efforts to bring the<br />same to her lover. Thankfully, the forces set in motion could not<br />be stopped. The rapture that gripped her a short time afterwards<br />was as pleasing to her as the younger woman's had been for her.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> By the time the light of the morning sun replaced that of<br />the pale moonlight, the two women had made love twice more. Each<br />time, Constance's performance had improved, until on her third<br />attempt, she had even brought Rachel to her climax first. After<br />that, they had just fallen asleep naked in each other's arms,<br />enjoying the ambient heat of each other's body.<br /><br /> Rachel had awoken first and quietly slipped out of bed just<br />long enough to send for Maria and order breakfast for the two of<br />them. Before the smiling servant girl could even reach the end of<br />the long corridor, Rachel had rejoined Constance in bed.<br /><br /> "Good morning," she said to the young blonde as she brushed<br />aside the sweat matted hair that covered her eyes. "and how is my<br />love this morning?"<br /><br /> "Your love is tired and very hungry," Constance smiled as<br />she opened her eyes wide.<br /><br /> "I've sent Maria for food."<br /><br /> "It's not food that I'm hungry for," Constance laughed as<br />she sat up, causing the thin sheet that had draped across her body<br />to fall away, exposing her inviting breasts.<br /><br /> "My my, what happened to the shy, virginal girl who went to<br />convent school?" Rachel laughed, even as her eyes were drawn to<br />the bright pink nipples she knew to be so sweet.<br /><br /> "You're what happened," Constance replied as she leaned<br />forward to kiss her. "and I hardly think I qualify as virginal<br />anymore."<br /><br /> Rachel met her halfway, their mouths opening wide as they<br />once more explored each other's depths with their tongues. It<br />was a morning kiss that lasted a very long time. Interrupted only<br />when Maria returned with a basket of fruits and other sweets.<br /><br /> Rachel was still stark naked when Constance, her own nudity<br />covered by the sheet she had wrapped around her, stepped into<br />the main room where Maria was laying out the meal she had<br />brought for the Captain and her guest.<br /><br /> The clothes that Maria had helped her don the night before<br />were still scattered around the floor, leaving no doubt as to what<br />had happened after dinner. Looking back at her when she turned to<br />wish her a good morning, Constance wasn't sure what the younger<br />girl made of it.<br /><br /> There was a look in the young girl's eyes that she couldn't<br />really decipher. It made her wonder if, perhaps Maria had once<br />spent time in the Captain's bed. That might help explain some of<br />the men's deferment to her. If that was the case, the girl didn't<br />seem to be the least upset at having been replaced. If anything,<br />she seemed even happier than usual at the obvious improvement in<br />her mistress's demeanor.<br /><br /> "Thank you, Maria," the Captain said as she dismissed her,<br />adding in a lower voice that only she could hear, "for everything."<br /><br /> Rachel waited until the door closed behind Maria, picking up<br />an appetizing piece of fruit from the bowl she had left. She took a<br />small bite of it, savoring the taste.<br /><br /> "Now where were we?" she said to Constance who had<br />joined her at the table.<br /><br /> "We were talking about hungers," she replied.<br /><br /> "Oh yes," Rachel laughed as she held out the piece of fruit<br />and offered her guest a bite from the other side.<br /><br /> Constance tilted her head forward and took a bite, their<br />eyes meeting as she did. The nectar was almost as sweet as that<br />she had enjoyed the night before.<br /><br /> Rachel put down the fruit and kissed her again, this time the<br />juices of the fruit mixed with the remnants of those from their<br />lovemaking. It was an intoxicating combination.<br /><br /> "Perhaps we can take the breakfast back to bed with us,"<br />Rachel suggested.<br /><br /> "I think that's a lovely idea," Constance replied, "almost as<br />lovely as you are in the morning."<br /><br /> As their lips met, each woman was sure of a new truth. One<br />that would continue to prove as unshakable in the years to come as<br />it did in this moment.<br /><br /> For Constance, she knew that her life had begun anew and<br />that she would never leave this woman's side. Whatever had come<br />before had been but a prelude to her destiny. A destiny she now<br />wholeheartedly embraced.<br /><br /> For Rachel, whom the world would never know also carried<br />the name of Morgan the Red, it was the knowledge that her<br />decision to pay the ransom herself, and then setting Constance<br />free had been the best decision she had ever made. Holding her<br />lover in her arms, stroking her long, silky hair, she realized that<br />gold came in many forms. Some more precious than others.<br /><br /> -=-=-=-<br /><br /> The saga of Morgan the Red continued to grow in the years<br />to follow, earning a place as one of the most feared Pirates of the<br />Caribbean. It was a legend that remained long after the day he<br />himself disappeared with his young bride and a fortune in<br />plundered wealth.<br /><br /> It was also said that his disappearance had centered around<br />his taking of a son and heir. An orphaned lad they took in in place<br />of the child, it was rumored, that his wife could not give him. That<br />was one aspect of the legend that men soon learned at peril to<br />their life not to inquire too deeply into.<br /><br /> Long after other pirates of the era were largely forgotten,<br />Morgan the Red was remembered. Nearly two centuries later, the<br />islanders of San Cristobal were rewarded for the secrets they'd<br />kept with the arrival of the descendant of Morgan's son. With<br />Sean McMurphy, came the redemption of long ago promises. A<br />redemption that was continued to this day by his granddaughter,<br />Scarlett.<br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841063471553203311.post-29639092691414201572007-03-01T22:36:00.000-05:002007-03-03T21:11:28.892-05:00Divine Love by Bradley Stoke<a href="http://nfcxp0t5pyrkv8wnk8a0.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/26/173/1737299083.jpg"></a>The Convent of the Blessed Mary is no soft option for those seeking salvation in the Lord. The vanities of clothes and hair are wholly forbidden. However, despite the sincerity of her belief, Sister Divine's faith is sorely tempted by the presence of her naked sisters. And when Sister Love joins the convent, her faith faces its most severe test of all. Sister Divine is torn between two different kinds of Divine Love.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had given everything, His love, His dignity and His life, for His people and it was only right that she should give up everything for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the Convent of the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the Damascene Nuns. Here there were no soft options in her dedication to her faith. Her possessions were left behind in the secular world beyond. Her hair was shaved off her head and off her body. And she was bereft of even the venal vanity of clothing. In this way, the Damascene sisters had nothing between themselves and the Love of the Jesus Christ. <br /><br />There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell with a single mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who had abandoned the temptations of the Godless world beyond, along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as were the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the convent, which required all its nuns to work so that the convent would be rewarded by the remuneration for their labours otherwise owed to the material world and which permitted the convent to continue to exist buoyed in Godly contemplation amidst the vice and corruption of the world outside. A world which Sister Divine was forever grateful to have left behind, <br />despite her parents' lack of encouragement in their daughter's faith, to live in a world where everyone saw the wisdom of sacrificing both body and soul to the service of the Lord.<br /><br />She shared the single thin cotton mattress in her cell with Sister Admonition with only linen sheets between them and the coolness of the convent's air. Although she loved Sister Admonition as one loved anyone who was equal in the eyes of the Lord, sometimes as she gazed at her dozing cellmate as the sun sunk beneath the horizon she was reminded of another love: one which she had forsworn. A love which she suppressed while regarding her cellmate's bare shoulder, her head resting on the thin bolster which supported their heads, a possession which neither were allowed to own exclusively as was only right in an order which forbade any material avarice. <br />Sister Admonition was a delicate, pretty young thing, slim and pert-breasted like herself, but whose flesh was as forbidden to her as the pleasures of the touch of her own skin.<br /><br /><a href="http://nn8n95cwjdfrpfkgwzq.usercash.com"><img border="0" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" src="http://images.imagefap.com/images/thumb/36/172/172570803.jpg"></a>She wished only that Sister Admonition had as strict a regard for the privations of the order as herself. So often in the night she would be awoken by her cellmate's soft moans as she stroked her crotch or nipples, perhaps unaware that Sister Divine might also have sleepless nights. This knowledge was not something that she would ever divulge to her cellmate. It was surely between Sister Admonition and the confessional whatever lustful thoughts she harboured, as her warm bare flesh<br />lay so close beside her. <br /><br />Every morning, she and Sister Admonition would administer to each other the rites of purification as they shaved each other's pate and the hair of their crotches. Sister Divine felt a kind of aching pang as she removed the last trace of stubble from Sister Admonition's labia, most especially when she was aware that her cellmate looked down on her at her labours. And she hid as best she could the warm feeling emanating from within when Sister Admonition returned the favour and shaved clean <br />her own vaginal folds. The sacred shrine of her sex was reserved only for the Lord and only He, should He so choose, would ever have the opportunity of penetrating her there, as He surely did the Virgin Mary on that fateful day before the Dawn of Christendom.<br /><br />Sister Divine, however, became increasingly aware of Sister Admonition's looser interpretation of the sacred vows as her stay in the convent lengthened. Her days were spent mostly in prayer and work for the greater good of the convent. She worked on the design and maintenance of the convent's website - a pictureless site, devoid of all but the God's word, attempting to inspire in others a devotion to the Lord's Grace, and, incidentally, to attract donations towards the upkeep of the convent nestled as it was in the trees and fields of the countryside, where only the smell of the farmer's manure and the distant roar of the combine harvesters were there to remind the sisters of the secular world beyond.<br /><br />One day, Sister Divine returned to her cell early, troubled by a headache which had been brought on by so many hours of concentration at the Holy Scriptures and the Arial font of the Website of the Convent of the Blessed Mary. She expected only to see the bare mattress where she could lie for an hour or so, unaided by paracetamol or other such forbidden drug (all drugs were forbidden). Instead she found the mattress was not empty, as she'd expected. There was Sister Admonition arm and leg tangled with those of Sister Adoration, two shaven heads close together, lit by the glancing rays of the sun through the narrow windows of the convent cell. She stood silently by the door as she became aware of a groaning and a panting coming from the two girls and aware also that their hands were slowly and tenderly caressing the crotch of the other. She hovered for a moment as her mind was filled with images of <br />passion and damnation in equal measure, before deciding on discretion and escaping to the chapel where for an hour or so she knelt before the altar of the Lord Jesus Christ asking Him for forgiveness and leniency towards Sister Admonition and her own sinful thoughts.<br /><br />These last did not abandon her. Their malevolent presence was not helped by Sister Admonition's increasing boldness. Clearly, having bitten into the accursed Fruit of Knowledge, rather than repent she yearned for more. Sister Divine thought again and <br />again of her secret encounter as she shaved her cellmate's crotch and head, the razor blade sliding over the shaving gel and removing that persistent stubble that the Lord had chosen to replenish each day. And as she lay on her back, facing the <br />window of her cell, as the moon crept achingly slowly across the sky and her cell-mate dozed with none of the nightmares of remorse that plagued Sister Divine, despite her prayers to the contrary. In fact, Sister Admonition's sleep did not seem to be troubled in even the smallest regard.<br /><br />One morning, she awoke from an especially deep and blissful sleep to find Sister Admonition's arms around her; legs tangled together, her warm cheek resting on her shoulder. The feeling was so delightful that it filled Sister Divine with terror. The <br />following day was spent mostly in silent meditation and contemplation, as she asked the Lord for guidance for the torment that this unnatural emotion had aroused in her.<br /><br />However, Sister Divine chose to ignore any of the small tendernesses that Sister Admonition increasingly expressed towards her. The slight lingering of her palm over her shaved crotch, the chin resting so much more frequently on her shoulder, the glances she observed between Sister Admonition and not one, but several, of the other nuns. She made no comment on those nights when she awoke many hours before matins to find herself alone on the mattress and Sister Admonition elsewhere, perhaps with one of those nuns whose glances had been so obviously reciprocal to those of her cellmate's. She chose instead to bury herself deeper in the Holy Scriptures and in lengthy prayer, whenever time permitted.<br /><br />There were only a few places in the convent that the nuns met each other in their daily routine. One such place, of course, was in the chapel, where they would bow in prayer or intone in Latin the sacred texts that the Lord had been so kind to bequeath His unworthy subjects. Another place was the convent mess-room, where there would be a large twice-daily gathering of naked, shaved flesh, heads bent down in prayer before partaking of the meagre meals that the convent allowed the sisters. It was only here and, of course, in their cells or at work (if it were possible) that the nuns could ever talk to each other. <br /><br />Sometimes Sister Divine would contemplate the friendships that were known to the secular world and, of course, the sexual relationships sanctioned only by marriage. Had she sacrificed more than she should for her devotion to the Lord? Perhaps Sister Admonition's apparent contentment in her freer associations with the other sisters was a message to Sister Divine that her own commitment to the order was nsufficiently <br />deep. Thoughts such as these, however, were enough to drive her to greater contemplation and prayer.<br /><br />One day at lunch, as she bent over the vegetable stew that the Lord had bestowed on her she saw that she was sitting opposite a new sister whom she'd not seen before. Like herself, she wore no clothes, and her head and, no doubt, her crotch were shaved. Unlike Sister Divine, or indeed any of the other nuns, she was black-skinned. A sight rare enough in the town where Sister Divine had led her life before surrendering herself to the Lord, but previously totally unknown in the convent. Although she knew that all God's creation, of whatever hue or colour, were as one in the Lord's eyes and that she should view not one of them as different from another, <br />she found it very difficult to remove her eyes from the new nun's very dark skin, the long slender arms, the proud light brown aureole nipples on the darker fuller flesh of her breasts, the long slender neck and the thick lips through which, so delightfully, shone a set of strong white teeth. That long arching neck culminating in the round shaven pate. Those luscious long eyelashes that intermittently obscured the piercing cornea of her sparkling white eyes. So this is what a black woman is like, thought Sister Divine. So wondrous and varied are the Lord's creation!<br /><br />Like Sister Divine, Sister Love, as this black nun was known, had been a software engineer before she chose the Way and the Path of the Lord. Her own Damascene conversion that persuaded her to make such a step was brought about when she reflected on the trivial nature of her professional work and how the fruit of her labour was costing others the wages of the labour it replaced. Consequently, like Sister Divine, she too was chosen by the Mother Superior to work on the convent's <br />Website together with Sister Divine and Sister Litany in the convent's office. <br /><br />Sister Divine and Sister Litany rarely spoke to each other during the day. Her colleague was a plump woman with a face much like a bulldog and with harsh, nobbled hands. Never would Sister Divine have ever been tempted from the Word of the Lord by her colleague's charms, although she did her best to hide her distaste for the nun's shapelessness and plainness by reflecting that the Lord created all men and women in His image. However, it was difficult to be as indifferent to Sister Love who in addition to her fleshly beauty was blessed with a beauty of character, which beamed in an aura of kindness and generosity that came naturally from within her and needed none of the Lord's Good Word to be coaxed to the surface.<br /><br />Sister Divine and Sister Love worked well together. They shared a light sense of humour and found in each other's company the extra incentive to work that much better in spreading the convent's message of the beneficence of the Lord. Sister Divine truly looked forward to each day in the office where she could share again in her sister's smiles and, more guiltily, to admire her body. She wasn't sure, but she felt <br />that this admiration was reciprocated. The odd brush of Sister Love's dark skin against her own when they sat next to each other gave her a frisson she carried away with her for many days later. She would often look across the desk at Sister Love, chin resting in hand, her bald pate and proud breasts so beautiful, so arousing, so tempting and so close. It was all she could do, as she nestled by Sister Admonition's bare body on the mattress to keep her fingers from her crotch, which burnt so much with desire.<br /><br />One week, Sister Litany was ill and had to be confined to her bed. Sister Love and Sister Divine visited her and prayed for her good health, promising to carry out her duties in her absence, but, in Sister Divine's case, secretly glad that her sulking brooding presence was absent for a while. And indeed, the atmosphere was so much lighter and cheerful when the two nuns returned to their work: the office echoing with their cheerful laughter.<br /><br />"Oh! Sister Love!" shrieked Sister Divine after her companion had shared an observation. "You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate such things."<br /><br />"I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her lushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep <br />redness.<br /><br />"Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister Divine's arm.<br /><br />"Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she confessed, bowing her head. "It's just that when I'm with you, I have these thoughts ... They're wrong, I know. But they come to me. You're so very beautiful."<br /><br />"And you too!" agreed Sister Love, who suddenly took Sister Divine by the back of her neck and pulled her face towards her, and placed her thick warm lips against Sister Divine's own. The nun was suddenly filled with doubt, fear, terror and desire. <br /><br />She pulled herself off. And then pushed herself back on. And then back off. Her hands hovering over Sister Love's perk and lively nipples. She allowed a hand to fall onto one, feeling in a moment such heat and warmth and softness. And then pulled it away. And then compelled onto it again. She pressed against Sister Love, lips on lips, hand on breast, while Sister Love's hand wandered over her sister's pale freckled skin.<br /><br />"Oh! Sister Love! Sister Love! This is wrong. This is so wrong!" she exclaimed.<br /><br />"It doesn't feel wrong to me," retorted Sister Love, pulling Sister Divine's bare body hard against her chest.<br /><br />The two nuns clung to each other, uncertain as to how to continue. Sister Divine truly had no idea at all, and Sister Love seemed fairly unsure herself. Neither nun had had much exposure to the images and films that instruct most people outside the convent walls. Sister Love's arms were around Sister Divine's back, her bald pate resting on the other nun's shoulder. Sister Divine closed her eyes tight, smelling deep the rich odour of her companion's warm, slightly feverish body, her own hands guiltily clutching the rounded orbs of Sister Love's buttocks.<br /><br />And all the while, her black companion's hands were caressing and stroking her thighs and arms, gasping with a passion that Sister Divine could feel in her own self. Inevitably, their mouths sought out the other again, and their lips, tongues and teeth clashed again: liquid heaven as Sister Divine could taste the salty saliva and metallic fillings in Sister Love's mouth. And where were those long black fingers probing but higher up Sister Divine's thighs to the hot warmth burning between her legs?<br /><br />"Oh! Sister! Sister! What shall we do?" she asked her black lover.<br /><br />"I don't know. I really don't know! I've never touched anyone in this way before. Perhaps we should retire to your room?"<br /><br />"Yes. Yes. We must. We really must."<br /><br />It was agony keeping their hands apart as the two nuns left the office and strode side by side along the corridors and up the winding stairs that led eventually to Sister Divine's room. She was terrified that other sisters would see them together and ask why they were not still in the office. Perhaps they would see the hot flush of passion that burned across Sister Divine's cheeks, forehead and breast. She half-formed the lie that they were going to see Sister Litany in her cell. But then what if their bluff was called?<br /><br />Mercifully, the only nuns they passed were far too preoccupied in their own duties to spare the time to ask the girls such idle questions, and soon enough Sister Divine pushed open the door to her cell where the empty mattress had rarely seemed so welcoming. The door was barely closed behind Sister Lover, and the two nuns were on the mattress, clasped and pressed to each other, clumsily following the motions dictated by their lust. There was urgency in their passion. A drive to go further. But to where? To what end? Just to be together?<br /><br />Their legs entwined the other's legs, their arms pulled the other's bare breasts and hard nipples against their own, their mouths locked onto the other. Sweat and the strangest, richest odours emanated from their skin. What was that smell? So strong. So raw. So right. And the sloshy liquid oozing wetness from between the legs, coming not only from Sister Divine's crotch but pressing damply against a moist passionate outflowing from Sister Love. Their hands and fingers trailed down each other's back and along the back of each other's the thighs, and then sought in the other the heat and yearning that ached from within. So urgent. So demanding. So much in need. Was this how love was? Why had she saved herself for so long?<br /><br />As her fingers eased open the sticky black folds of her lover's vulva, it was Sister Love who expressed her concern. "Is this right? Should we go so far? Are we not sworn to Jesus Christ Almighty and Him alone?"<br /><br />Sister Divine almost let loose a profanity and cursed herself for her godlessness. Don't mention it now. Not now! Not while it was so perfect. But idle sophistry saved her passion. "It is men we have forsworn. Not each other."<br /><br />Sister Love nodded, clearly unconvinced, but Sister Divine could feel her fingers slide so smoothly along the length of her vulva, slide down almost inside, touching the tender burning folds of her inward desire, brushing against the hardness of her <br />clitoris, sending her into a fervent torrent of greater desire. Their mouths met again, their tongues deeper inside the other: brushing over the molars, perhaps almost to the tonsils, two hot fleshy probes sloshing against each other. And Sister Divine couldn't resist bringing her forefinger and thumb together on one of her black lover's nipples and squeezing it. So hard and firm! And such delightful crenulations!<br /><br />She bent her head down, arching her whole body, while her fingers and Sister Love's continued to stroke and pinch and squeeze the other's crotch, and took the hard, fleshy dark nipple in between her lips. Such a perfect match. Lips and nipples together. Her tongue circled its lumpy aureole and eased into the deep indentation at the peak. Such a salty sweet taste! Why had no one told her that a body could taste so good?<br /><br />And all the while, she could feel her buttocks tremble, and her hips press backwards and forwards against her lover's flesh. Hot slippery sweat lubricated their bodies, letting them slide so easily together. Their fingers, tongues, lips explored the crevices of each other's ears, the distinct moles on their stomachs, the short hairs of each other's eyebrows, the long sinuous smoothness of the other's neck. And sometimes Sister Divine, and sometimes Sister Love, would take one or other of her lover's breasts and lick and fondle and nibble and tease those nipples, those round contours, those perfect details, admired so often from a distance and now enjoyed more closely than either had ever thought possible.<br /><br />"There are other places your tongues can go, you know." <br /><br />Where did that familiar voice come from? Sister Divine started and looked over her shoulder to see Sister Admonition standing above them: a wicked smile flashing across her face. <br /><br />"What did you say?" Sister Divine asked, less out of curiosity than from a need to gather her wits about her.<br /><br />" I said: there are other places your tongues can go," her cellmate repeated. She knelt down on the mattress, her arms spread on either side of the two girls' entangled legs. "Places so sweet and gorgeous, you wouldn't believe! Here, let me show you."<br /><br />"What do you mean, sister?" asked Sister Divine.<br /><br />"Between the legs. Don't you want to taste the very cradle of your desire?"<br /><br />Sister Admonition stretched out her hand and placed it softly on Sister Divine's thigh dangerously close to her streaming vagina. She opened her mouth and let her tongue drop out. Sister Divine blushed, and in her shame at being discovered she absurdly grasped the sheet and pulled it over her breast while retracting her legs towards her stomach. <br /><br />"Sister Admonition. You can't. It's not right. It's not how it should be."<br /><br />"Are you saying that what you two are doing is right? Come on, my dear, my love, my sweetest. You know you'd enjoy it. You've loved me from a distance for so long. As I have you. And now, together with your beautiful lover, we can learn from each other."<br /><br />"Is this what you do with your friends?"<br /><br />"That and more. Three, four of us. Bodies together. The ecstasy. The pleasure. The passion. You just can't believe."<br /><br />It was Sister Love who spoke for the two of us. "I'm sorry, sister. But what you do and what you want to do is not for us. Love is too precious to squander. The Lord sanctions love but He does not sanction perversity."<br /><br />"If what two women do together when they make love is not perverse, what is?"<br /><br />"It may not be the holy state of matrimony, but I am sure the Lord in His mercy respects love when it is sincerely felt. What you desire is not love but something else. Be gone and pray to your Maker that He may forgive you for your sins of the heart. Sister Divine and I are as one in our love for each other. And we want nothing more than that."<br /><br />Sister Admonition stayed on her knees but she bent back. "Come on, Sister Divine. Do you agree with your black lover? Surely once one has strayed a little, it is a but a small matter to stray yet further."<br /><br />Sister Divine sighed. "Sister Admonition. It is true. I have often loved you too much with my heart. And too often I have prayed for forgiveness. But I know that what Sister Love and I feel for each other is not bestial love, but something purer. Something that I am sure the Lord God understands."<br /><br />Sister Admonition stood up, with a pitiable expression of disappointment. "So that is how it is to be. It will be difficult now for us to share our cell together, I have not told you before but it was lust for you that drove me into the arms of other <br />women. And now our truths are exposed, we cannot continue to share the same cell. However, I have an excellent understanding with your lover's cellmate, Sister Devotion, and I am quite happy to exchange cells with Sister Love."<br /><br />Sister Divine clung to Sister Love, tears sliding through her eyelids and onto her lover's breast. "I didn't know that you loved me. I wish it were different. But I am happy now. Please may the Lord be with you."<br /><br />Her cellmate frowned. "And may He be with you. You may think me 'perverse', but I still love the Lord and will continue to do Him service. But please understand me when I say that I believe that the Lord sanctions more in His creation that just the <br />love of one person for another."<br /><br />Sister Divine could see that her cellmate's disappointment and regret was genuine. There was dampness in the eyes that she recognised in her own. But she was nonetheless relieved when Sister Admonition picked up her few things and left her to her own love. The door closed behind her erstwhile cellmate, and the two nuns lay together, their bodies cooler, and the sweat oppressive on their chest and backs.<br /><br />Sister Love took her lover's shaven head in her hands and pressed it onto her breast where she could feel their softness and also the hard thump thump of her heart. Sister Divine trailed her arms around her black lover's waist and softly wept.<br /><br />"I do love you so much!" Sister Divine said more towards her lover's proud nipples than to her full and dark lips or sensuous sparkling eyes.<br /><br />"And I you," Sister Love replied. She ran her fingers slowly, but purposefully down her lover's stomach, brushed her navel and stroked the dark stubble above her crotch. Sister Divine gasped as a strange tremor of pleasure sprang from just below.<br /><br />"I want only you. No one else."<br /><br />Sister Love smiled. "My love for you is at least as great. But come now, sister, shall we see just what this pleasure is that Sister Admonition recommended for us."<br /><br />With that she eased herself out of Sister Divine's grasp and slowly but decisively moved her body around so that her face was just above her lover's crotch. She grinned as she looked up at her fellow nun over the mounds of her breasts and the long valley of her slim stomach. "For what we are about to receive may the Lord make us truly grateful."<br /></span>quackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08877112472984497120noreply@blogger.com0