Jack eased the yellow Maverick to a stop on the lonely country road and turned off the lights. Then he scooted himself across the leather seat until his leg touched Marsha's mini-skirted thigh. It was warm even through the fabrics that buffered them, and he could feel his cock rising as he slipped one arm around her shoulders, letting the hand dangle close to her firm young tits, while he rested his other hand on her bare thigh. His fingers ached to explore her bouncy tits and sweet young pussy.
"This is sure a lot nicer than being cooped up in that theater with such a boring movie, isn't it, baby?" There was a hint of a leer in his voice, and Marsha shifted uncomfortably, politely removing his hand from her knee.
"It's an awfully desolate place, don't you think, Jack?" she protested. "And besides it's late and I should be getting home."
Jack ignored the mention of the lateness of the hour. He hadn't sat through a boring movie for nothing. Surely Marsha realized that. Besides he wanted to feel those soft titties again, like last time, and maybe even get a piece of her tight little ass finally. He had wooed her heavily, and it was about time she came across and let him fuck her.
"Come on, baby," he said, edging closer and returning the hand to her leg, although just a little bit higher this time, about midway on her thigh. He leaned closer, and began to nibble her earlobe.
"Jack, don't. You know I can't take that." What she meant was that his kissing and tonguing her ear sent her into fidgeting ecstasy and lessened her resistance to him.
Well, she guessed, there's no getting around it. I've let him pet me before, and now he expects it. I guess I can't really refuse him a little feeling around now. But I'll do the deciding on the territory he explores.
He had begun to massage her left tit with the hand he had draped around her, and the insistent rubbing of his other hand sent shock waves of pleasure up her leg. All three points of attack-ear, tit and thigh-brought tingles of pleasure that seemed to settle in the warm haven of her crotch.
"Marsha, you know I'm crazy about you."
She knew no such thing. He was crazy about her curvaceous sixteen-year-old body, but the real person underneath the glowing flesh was a different matter. Jack's hand had crept between her thighs and was tickling her cunt mound.
"No, Jack," she said, grabbing his hand, then pushing it completely off her leg with her hand, despite the desirable sensation it had brought to her. But there were certain things that a girl wasn't supposed to do. At least she thought that, she had been told that. Well, then, why did it feel so good?
"Keep your hands above the waist," she ordered, and pulled away from his greedy mouth at her ear.
Marsha glanced at Jack out of the corners of her eyes. She knew she really liked him, was in fact strongly attracted to him. It really wasn't unusual that she had allowed him to play with her titties. She had let other boys do that, ones she had gone out with a number of times, but with Jack the same simple action of petting was like walking a tightrope, a tightrope slick with the juices of desire.
Like my pussy's slick with them now, she thought, feeling the dampness gathering between her legs, beginning to soak her panties. God, he turns me on just doing the simplest things.
Jack, feeling in no way rebuffed by her actions, moved back into close quarters. His hands returned to her boobs; though he obeyed for the moment the edict to stay above the waist, he knew that sooner or later he would have to return to her dainty cunt mound; because that was the real prize he sought.
He placed his mouth to hers and kissed with fiery passion. He could feel the little moan of response gathering in the back of her throat, and he probed with his tongue at her teeth while his hands tweaked her nipples through the blouse. She opened her mouth to let the swelling moan escape from her throat, and he took the opportunity to quickly dart his tongue into the soft inner recesses of her mouth, licking the insides of her lips. She seemed to him a cauldron bubbling with emotion as her own tongue returned his passionate probing.
He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, his fingers outrunning his passion. When the buttons resisted, he wanted to rip them free from the garment, but did not because he was afraid it would cool her passion. Besides, it would create a great deal of difficulty for her to explain how her blouse had gotten torn. After all, he wasn't trying to rape her, just entice her into giving him some of her hot snatch.
He calmed himself and worked her blouse open, and his horny fingers fairly swooped inside her blouse and onto the bra.
"Let me touch your titties, baby. Take it off." "Oh, Jack, why don't you let this be enough? We shouldn't go any farther."
He kissed her again, deeply, and felt her resolve melt a little beneath his fierce tongue.
"Come on, Marsha honey. We did it last time."
Her arms went around his neck and pulled him to her. He sucked at the soft neck, until he had raised a hickey on the white flesh. She licked the inside of his ear thoroughly while he brought the passion mark to life.
"But you won't want to stop there. And we mustn't go any farther."
"I'll stop, baby," he assured her, sounding so convincing. "You can trust me, 'cause you know I love you."
Love; Such a misused word. Did he really mean it? Or did a man who wanted to hump say anything to a woman? Marsha wasn't sure. What she was sure about was that she really wanted him to caress her tits. But she just didn't think it was right to go any farther-even if he did love her.
She gave in with a murmured "Okay", though it was a wary sigh of resignation more than a wholehearted affirmation of her willingness.
He pulled the blouse over her shoulders and worked it off her arms, pausing long enough to take the tip of one bra cup in his mouth and bite it gently, just enough to feel the nipple beneath his teeth. Then he kissed her shoulder, his hands working behind her back at the clasps. She could feel the eagerness both in his fingers and mouth.
Then it was loose and her jugs were free, the brown nipples fiercely hard. Jack discarded the now superfluous bra, and pressed his mouth to one erect nipple. He sucked on it like a greedy child, Marsha pressing him to it unashamedly, inundate by the roiling pleasure waves that rippled through her.
"Jack, darling, don't suck it off," she said trying to ease some of the pressure he was applying by taking more and more of the brown-tipped boob in his suctioning mouth.
He began to swirl his tongue around the diamond-hard tip, licking it with obvious joy Marsha, growing more and more excited by his furious tonguing, pressed her heels into the floor of the car and arched her back, her legs spreading unconsciously in a natural response to rising sexual desire.
Jack, suddenly aware of Marsha's spread thigh placed his hand on her cunt mound and massaged. He could feel wiry pussy hair even through her drenched panties. For a moment, forgetting herself, Marsha undulated beneath his hand. But Jack, growing aroused from stroking her puss; began to tug at the seams of her panties in order to slip a finger into her twat, and Marsha jerked his hand away as she realized his intentions.
"No, Jack, you promised."
He didn't put up much of a fuss, but leaned her back until the leather seat pressed against her back, and then laid atop her supine loveliness. It was then, while his mouth was still locked at her tit that she became aware of the stiff cock between his legs pressing demandingly against her thigh. Then he moved upward, deserting her boob for the moment, and crushed his mouth to hers. She could feel the swollen crown of his cock insinuating itself into the vee of her crotch, and he began to dry fuck her cunt mound.
She moaned as the cock-head pressed against her box, exciting her clit and flooding her twat with even more secretions. His hips drove forward repeatedly, the stiff rod almost pushing her panties into her puffy slit.
Oh, God, I don't know if I can make him stop! It feels so good ... I should end it now, but, oh, I . . . just . . . can't . . . stop . . .
Her miniskirt had gathered up around her waist now. Jack continued to hump against her damp crotch, all the time sucking her tongue and stroking her burning tits.
Then he rolled to one side and she continued to hunch despite the fact that he was no longer atop her. Without warning his hand dipped into her panties in one fell swoop and began to rub her slick slit. Marsha started, squirming as his fingers stroked her sensitive cunt-lips.
"No, Jack . . . oh, please." She clenched her thighs to hold his hand still, but even so the slicked fingers continued to exert titillating pressure on her pussy. "Don't, darling . . . oh, my."
"Come on, honey, you know you like it."
He was right. She loved it. The hand sliding up and down her damp crotch sent her thrashing and moaning with delight, little whimpers escaping from her throat.
Jack's middle finger had not ceased stroking the flaming furrow of her cunt, despite the restricted movement her clamped thighs provided, but he had finally worked his way to the top of her furry mound and begun to agitate her clitoris. As he tickled the burning pleasure button, Marsha trembled from the thrilling sensation, her cunt-lips twitching, and felt her control slipping away beneath the exquisite torture his finger applied to her wet twat.
She opened her legs beneath the wonderful touch. With the way now open, Jack slipped his finger partway inside the drenched hole. The pleasure swarmed over her, putting her out of her mind for a few seconds as the finger insinuated itself into her virginal pussy. Why had she hesitated in letting him do this, she asked herself, but no answer came readily to her. She gave herself up to him, surrendering herself to the delving finger pummeling her clit, and flung her arms about his neck.
Through the haze of passion enveloping her body, Marsha became aware that Jack was busy working at his pants. It did not at first register with her what he was doing until she felt the searing flesh of his stiff cock against her bare leg.
"Feel it, baby. Put your hand on it."
"No, Jack, please," she said, resisting his urgent plea.
He rubbed the swollen cock-head along her thigh, holding it with one hand, and then with the other hand began to tug at her panties as he prepared to mount her.
Oh, no, he's going to try to screw me! I can't let him do that!
She grabbed his hand between her legs at the wrist and pushed it from her.
"No, Jack, you promised you'd stop. I've let you go too far already."
"Shit, Marsha, don't be so damn prim! You know you want it. I need you, baby," he whimpered, the hand at his prick beginning to rub the stiff flesh furiously. He returned the other hand between her legs and tried to slip his finger in her slit again.
"No," she said, jackknifing her knees, and struggled to sit up, her tits jiggling from the motion. "We've got to stop. Now put your . . . dick away."
"Come on, baby," he said, kissing her neck and stroking her boobs as he tried to coax her. He was like an octopus, and she finally managed to grab both hands.
"Jack, if you love me like you said; you'll stop." His eyes blazed with lust, overlaid with exasperation.
"Horse piss. If you love me, you'd let me have some pussy after getting me so worked up."
She couldn't believe her ears. He acted as though she had been the aggressor, as though she had initiated this shameful struggle. Her face burned with anger at her cupidity.
"Cock-teaser," he hissed, and the words stabbed into her. "You're nothing but a goddamn cheap cock-teaser."
"Oh, please let's don't let it end like this." She was upset by his words, by her own unfulfilled passion, by her confusion about what she should do. To herself she admitted that she wanted him to fuck her, but it frightened her. It was taboo, a thing you didn't do. She couldn't let herself become a sexual Kleenex, to be used once and then thrown away. Why did such decisions have to be so hard?
She crumpled against the door on her side, the handle a minor irritation in her side, tugging her panties from their awry position. Picking up her bra and blouse, she held them to her tits, and stifled a sob. She could hear Jack breathing heavily, and when she found enough courage, she looked at him.
His back was bowed, the hips tilted forward, and one hand pistoned furiously around his erect cock. He had thrown back his head, eyes closed, mouth greedily gulping little bursts of air. She was fascinated by the drama of masturbation being played out. His strokes grew more and more rapid as she watched, until he suddenly jerked his hips forward, grunting low, and shot his wad. She saw the sperm erupt from the little volcano that was his cock-head, watched him cover the jet of cum with his free hand, and saw him slump forward from his stiffened moment of release, moaning weakly. She had never before realized the power in his stiff shaft, and, having seen him come into his hand, appreciated the phallic potency so many men possessed. What a waste it was to let his cream shoot into his hand, all because she had refused him a fuck.
She recaptured her dangling boobs in her bra, and then put on her blouse. The silence was appalling; Jack said nothing, sitting still like a drowned man washed ashore on the beach, swaying ever so slightly as though the ebb and flow of the tide were rocking him gently.
Marsha watched the cock grow limber, and felt a twinge of remorse at its shriveling into insignifi�cance. It had stood so proud and demanding before, and now it looked sheepish, softening before her very eyes. She cleared her throat and looked out the window into the inky fields along the roadside.
She had begun to regret her adamant stand against letting Jack screw her, feeling restless from the pent-up emotion in her limbs and back and cunt.
She heard Jack crank the car, and turned to him. He had tucked his depleted prick back into his trousers. His face was hard, set with his bitterness, she supposed. She watched a slight tick pitter patter in his right cheek as he gritted his teeth. It was apparent that there was really nothing she could say to ease the tense situation. Even at that she wasn't certain that she wanted to say it, since her own morass of confused emotion was still upon her.
Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry, she thought, feeling the constriction in her chest. Maybe I was wrong, darling, but I only did what I thought was best.
She wanted to tell him all this, but instead she heard her cold voice saying, "Take me home, Jack."
The ride home was achingly quiet, only the engine adding any background noise. Marsha wrestled with the dilemma she had posed for herself, and realized now how much she regretted having stopped him from balling her. But it was too late this night to change what had happened, and to give in now, she felt, would be even cheaper than her first refusal. It would demean her and the very act of love she contemplated.
Deep inside she knew she wanted to be fucked. And she was rapidly deciding that if the opportunity presented itself again, she just might have to grasp it, wrap her legs around it, and let her greedy cunt suck all the juices from it. But that would have to be another time and another place. Anna McComb put on her newly bought nightgown and dabbed perfume in all the appropriate places. Her daughter Marsha and her son Robbie were both out late on dates this Friday night and so she had decided that it was an excellent time for a little belly to belly loving. Especially since her husband hadn't fucked her in a month. She was only too painfully aware just how horny she had really become.
She rubbed her nipples through the fabric to make them stand out. The diaphanous garment made them dark spots through a yellow fore ground, and below her navel her auburn patch of cunt hair was a triangular invitation to sex. Marcus hadn't been aggressive lately, and she had decided tonight to make an all-out effort to get his prick buried within her aching snatch.
She flipped her fingers through her hair, breathed deeply to calm the fluttering of her heart and stepped into the bedroom.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed clad in light-green pajamas, staring intently at an open folder of documents and sketches he was to show to a client in Denver tomorrow. Anna felt it was a terrible imposition for his company to expect him to go flying off on the weekends to placate finicky clients, especially with the club shindig tomorrow night. Sometimes they expected too much of their men and of their wives. She was growing to dislike the company he had worked for so long.
But tonight she didn't want to dwell on that aspect of their lives. She wanted Marcus to stare at her with the same intensity he devoted to those papers, albeit with a little more desire than she hoped he showered upon them. After all she was a lot sexier than a folder of business papers. And if he immersed his mind so readily in those papers, he could just as easily immerse his cock in her yearning cunt, to their mutual enjoyment.
"How do you like it, honey?" she murmured, putting an alluring purr in her voice. She twirled, letting him savor her still firm jugs, her slender legs, and her rounded ass.
He lifted his eyes from the page in time to catch her sexy twirl, stared at her over his glasses, and smiled absently.
"Very nice." And his eyes went back to print.
It was an inauspicious beginning, but Anna refused to let it dampen her enthusiasm. She padded on bare feet across the carpeted bedroom and eased herself beside her husband.
God; how she wanted him to ball her. She massaged his shoulders and neck lightly with her fingers. Her heart pounded and she felt herself trembling with anticipation. It was really ludicrous, a woman in her late thirties, married as long as she had been-nearly two decades-feeling like a young girl on her wedding night. She had even had to resort to finger-fucking herself lately, like a teenaged girl who was still a virgin and too scared to let a dick be jammed into her willing cunt.
Not for her any longer. Let him make a move and she'd be on her back with her legs spread so fast it would make his head swim. She couldn't afford to be timid any more; else she might never get fucked again if she left it to her suddenly dispassionate husband.
They had never really fucked often before in their marriage, their attentions to one another occurring on an irregular basis. She had wanted to screw more, but had been afraid that Marcus would look down on her desires, label her a sex-hungry slut, and lose all respect for her.
"Does that feel good?" she said, kneading the thick muscles flaring from each side of his neck. She bent and kissed his neck, her lips warmed by the touch of his flesh.
"Yes." He closed the folder, laid it on the nightstand and carefully placed his glasses atop the folder.
He was responding. She knew it, and she sent a silent prayer of thanks ceiling-ward. She relaxed her hands and lay back on the bed, drawing herself into a sexy pose for him.
But instead of turning to her and taking her willing flesh in his arms, he padded into the restroom, leaving her in a quandary about his intentions.
She listened to him brushing his teeth, rinsing his mouth, and then gargling. She pouted with frustration. Just what the hell kind of lover was he? Then she heard the sound of a stream of water cascading into the toilet bowl.
Great; I'm waiting to get fucked, and he's got to take a piss. As much trouble as he's had getting it up, he should use it to advantage. Getting screwed by a piss hard-on is better than not getting screwed at all.
She stifled an urge to reach inside the frilly pants of her nightgown and flick her clit a few times, hoping that he would now be ripe and ready for a little sex. She watched him reenter the bedroom. He was still a good-looking man, even if he was close to fifty. Marcus was ten years older than she, but he hadn't lost too much to middle-age spread, and the muscles in his body had not all turned to mush like so many other men his age.
He unbuttoned his pajama top and laid in on the nightstand.
"I love you, Marcus," she said, opening her arms to him. He lay beside her and kissed her, a little too tentatively it seemed to her. She touched his teeth with her tongue but he did not open to her touch.
From that rejection of intimacy, he trailed to her neck and rather mechanically went through the motions of nuzzling her neck. She wanted him to become more passionate, and snaked her hands through the open slit in his pajama bottoms only to find that his cock was still limber. She wanted to cry from sheer frustration.
Here she had gone to the trouble to look so alluring, had as much as begged him to fuck her, and all she got for her pains was a mechanical going through the motions and a limp dick. It was patently unfair.
"Sorry, Anna, but it won't get up."
He said it so matter of fact, as though he had become resigned to it.
"Oh, Mark, this can't be happening to us! You can get a hard-on, baby. Try." She began to stroke the soft cock, but to no avail.
He shook his head wearily. "I was afraid of this. I knew what you had on your mind when I saw the gown. You look lovely in it, darling, and if I was half a man, I'd do something about it, but I seem to have lost it."
She could feel her eyes growing moist. She fought back the tears, not anxious to bring more weight that he-and she-had to bear.
"Oh, Mark, darling. I need you so." She laid her head on his broad belly, and stared at the limp prick that peeped timidly out of his pajamas. "Mark, let me kiss it. Maybe that'll get a rise out of it." She began to dip her head towards his crotch.
She should have been prepared for the violent reaction. They had played the scene so many times before. He grabbed her by the hair of the head and jerked her harshly away from the prick she had sought to take in her mouth.
"No! My wife is not a cocksucker!"
"Mark, you're hurting me! Let me go."
He released her and spun himself off the bed to a sitting position, burying his head in his hands. Anna lay still, her scalp still stinging from the savage yanking it had received. She could hold the tears no longer, and sobs racked her body as she buried her face in the covers.
"I o-only thought ... it would . . . h-help," she stammered. "Lots of married couples do it." She tried to regain her composure, sniffing back her emotions.
"No." He was adamant, as adamant as he had ever been about the subject. She could quote him all the statistics she wanted to about cock-sucking, and he would still feel the same.
"What am I supposed to do? I need you, darling. Let's go see a doctor or something. Please." This had to be resolved. She was still young, and she couldn't see herself spending the rest of her life without ever being fucked again. He had to understand that. She had to have a man, and if he couldn't provide her with what she needed, then she'd just- No, she put the thought from her mind.
"I won't see a doctor. There's nothing he can do. It's just a fact of nature. Let it be, Anna."
"But you don't know a doctor can't help. Please, Mark."
"No!" he roared, turning to her, his face distorted in a livid grimace. How it must be torturing him, this sense of inadequacy. She pitied him that. But in another segment of her mind, she hated him for his lack of concern for her normal needs. She refused to tie up her sexual desires in a cocoon, never to be opened again.
"Let's just forget it, Anna." He turned off the light, and climbed into bed beside her. His back was turned to her, a virtual barricade between them. But there were other ways to escape the trap he was trying to put her in.
Tomorrow, she would have a man tomorrow, one way or another.
She slipped under the covers and tried to quell the raging fire in her cunt. She didn't have much success.
CHAPTER TWO
Marsha slammed the door and stood in the darkened kitchen, the hot tears welling in her eyes. She crossed the darkened kitchen, passed through the hallway, and went upstairs to her room. The light was harsh to her eyes when she flipped it on. It glared at her like an accusing eye, boring into her mind and reading the flames still being fed by her unquenched desires. She didn't know whether it was accusing her because she had refused Jack, or because she had wanted him so much to make love to her.
To fuck me, she thought. Why not use the word? That's what I wanted, to feel his cock inside me.
And, not so surprisingly, she knew that she wanted to feel his cock inside her horny cunt right now.
"A damn lot of good it does me to decide that now," she muttered aloud to herself.
She was glad the room in her parents' suburban home didn't have paper-thin walls. Robbie, her seventeen-year-old brother, slept in the room next door to her, and beyond him, her mother and father slept. She wanted a cold shower right now, the icy spray flowing over her body and cooling down the passion that still gripped her sixteen� year-old cunt, giving her the substitute for the release she realized now that she had turned down with Jack.
Oh, but it's still wrong, she told herself, kicking off her shoes and slipping out of her dress. She slid her half-slip over her hips and stepped out of it, and then unsnapped her bra strap. Her boobs tumbled free, firm and hard. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She was proud of the fact that she was well-developed.
She slid her panties over her hips, and watched the blonde pussy hair peek its wary way out of the elastic and then shine from the gleam of the light. She ruffled her fingers through it.
What a patch to go cherry-picking in.
She giggled as she slid her fingers over her thighs and up her sides and onto the twin mounds of her jutting boobs. Her nipples tightened beneath her massaging, her hands cupping the full fleshiness of her tits and stroking downward from the brown-tipped nipples to the soft, luxuriant underside.
She needed that shower, no doubt about it, but didn't want to take it because it might disturb Robbie, or even her folks. Well, if she didn't get relief one way, there was always another.
She crossed to the bed and pulled back the ochre coverlet, letting it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. She liked the shimmering whiteness of the sheets, so pure and un-violated, as she had often felt herself to be. Now sadly she wished she were neither of those things. She wished instead that Jack had violated that purity tonight.
My God, now I want him to rape me. I must really be screwed up. Yeah, screwed up because I'm still unscrewed.
She leaned flat on her back on the bed, feeling the coldness of the sheets, but knowing that before long she would have them warmed. Her hands began to move down her body from her eager tits to her flat stomach. She licked her lips in anticipation as she felt the first touch of her fingers on her pussy hair, curly and just a little bit wet.
What was it Elisabeth had said? "Where there's a proud cock there's a wet pussy." Well, she had turned down the proud cock, but she was certainly going to make her pussy a little bit wetter.
Her fingers found the puffy cunt-lips and stroked them ever so gently. She could feel the overpowering warmth spread outward, upward, downward, from her aching snatch, until the glowing heat covered her whole body. It had been just like that when Jack had touched her pussy. Why had she turned him down? Why? Why? Why? She asked herself, her strokes becoming harder, her rubbing more agitated, until she had inserted one finger into her cunt and sought her stiff clit. She thrust her hips against the savage fury of her finger, all the time keeping the other hand on her tit, and matching it stroke for stroke.
Her passion rose higher and higher and she was oblivious to everything around her, her mind concentrating on her cunt, on the nearly unbearable thrills that rippled from it. She didn't know how long she went like that. Long enough for her to reach a shuddering climax that was somehow short of exactly what she wanted. It was sometime after the climax, while she lay in the breathless afterglow that she realized she wasn't alone, that someone had been watching her for quite some time.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring into the eyes of her brother Robbie. He stood in his pajamas, his light-brown hair tousled from sleep. She gasped and started to cover her body, but then realized what a futile-and ridiculous-gesture it was, and left her tits and pussy uncovered.
"Quite a performance," he croaked, and cleared his throat. There was a funny look in the eyes that were riveted to her nakedness. Marsha knew that she should be embarrassed by the whole incident, but instead it rather excited her to let his eyes devour her body like this. She sat up on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs to the floor, and noticed the angry bulge in his pajamas. The funny look in his eyes was lust, she now knew, but the good, healthy lust of a man for a woman in all her natural glory.
"Well, I don't always perform for audiences," she said, trying to act nonchalant, but a bit nervous and embarrassed herself despite her plea for naturalness from her own self. After all, finger-fucking was a kind of private thing.
"I'm sorry. But I was restless and awake, and I heard you come in, and well, the door wasn't quite closed and-I saw you through the crack." He had dropped one hand to cover his hard-on.
"Close the door, silly, before Mom and Dad come. And lock it."
He hurried over to the door and did what she had ordered. Then he was back, standing at the foot of the bed, trying to be subtle about rubbing his hard-on without attracting too much attention. Marsha wanted to laugh at his fidgeting. She reveled in the sense of power her nakedness gave her, and wondered why she had so foolishly rejected her body all these years. She stood up so that he might see the full splendor of her tits, and the blonde cunt hair adorning her mound.
"You know, I feel awful uncomfortable standing here, naked to the world and you dressed. Either I'm going to have to put on something, or else you're going to have to take something off." She moved accusingly towards him, so that her tits wiggled. Robbie's eyes were captured by the movement and he licked his lips. "Which one's it gonna be?"
Robbie gulped. Marsha liked him; for a brother he wasn't bad. She wondered how many girls he had screwed, and she bet he had never had one act as wanton as she felt now. He couldn't have caught her at a better time. Tonight she was turning over a new leaf. And that stiff cock pointing at her from his pajamas was as good a place as any to start.
Robbie stripped off his pajama top. He didn't have much hair on his chest, just a few sparse strands curling shyly between the flat pectorals, but around his navel the hair began to thicken and darken. With only a moment's hesitation his hands tugged downward at the sides of the pajama bottoms, and the sprouts of hair along the belly turned into a bushy undergrowth with one tall tree of a hard-on thrusting out of it. She could see his balls in their wrinkled sac beneath the stiff organ, and laughed nervously.
It was a frightening thing, staring at the erect cock. She had never touched Jack's, though he had shown it to her tonight and begged her to. But she had refused, afraid of it. Now she wanted to rid herself of that irrational fear; she not only wanted to touch his cock, but to explore it with her fingers, to feel the blood pulsing through it, to replace fear with something she felt was more natural-perhaps simple desire.
"Come closer, Robbie."
His prick was close to her now, thrusting impatiently, almost at her face. She had read that some women even put cocks in their mouths, and shuddered. She didn't think she could do that. Right now all she wanted was to touch his dick, feel it, and maybe stroke it a little.
"Gosh, Marsha, I never thought you'd be so calm about sex."
Calm? I'm shaking like a leaf, she thought.
Her fingers reached out and touched the thickly swollen head. Robbie moaned, and balled his hands tightly, afraid, perhaps, if he tried to hold her fingers to his pecker, it would scare Marsha away. And that was the last thing he wanted now.
She noticed that a little drop of clear liquid had gathered in the thin slit at the top. She touched it with her finger and spread it over the head, noting that the flesh was tight, yet remarkably resilient.
Marsha traced the full thickness of her brother's hard cock, down to the base, stroking the soft crotch hair, and finally cupping his taut balls, one in each hand. They were so delicate, and she squeezed them ever so slightly, because she had heard how tender they were.
Robbie moaned even more deeply than before, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched. He took hold of both of her hands and held them tight against the sides of his prick and began to rub up and down the length of it. She knew it was giving him pleasure, but it wasn't doing much for her. And right now her pussy was throbbing just as much as his cock, and was, needed the same kind of release he did. She knew exactly how to get it.
How often had she let society's taboos come between her and Jack, leaving both of them unfulfilled? How often had she yearned for something until it inflamed every fiber in her body, and then remembered that there was a taboo against it? Now she wanted something again, wanted to feel a hard dick buried deep in her virginal cunt, pulsing and throbbing inside her. Damn the taboo. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted it now. And from the look on Robbie's face, it didn't seem to matter that it was his own sister who was stroking his thick prick.
She pulled her hands away from his cock and laid back on the whiteness of the sheet, spreading her legs apart, the blonde pussy patch already wet and waiting for his powerful cock. She began to dry-fuck, drawing her squirming ass tight and pushing outward with her cunt.
"Fuck me, Robbie," she murmured. "You'll be the first, but fuck me. Take my cherry. Oh, please put it in me." The last was delivered with a purring moan that came from deep within her, and she stretched out her arms to receive him. The rhythm of her hunching cunt beckoned to him.
Robbie, already breathing heavily, his prick jerking with excitement, got between her legs on his knees, and bent down to her until his chest touched the aching hardness of her taut nipples. He brought his hips downward, straightening his legs out behind him, and she felt the swaying cock touch her belly, then slip to the puffy cunt-lips. She reached to help him find the place.
"There, Robbie, put it in me there," she whispered in his ear, her hand guiding his stiff cock. He entered her cunt slowly, and she gritted her teeth as the flesh of her twat yielded grudgingly to its invasion, and spread the lips with her fingers so that the entry would not be so painful. Then the thick crown was touching her taut maidenhead, and he paused for the briefest of moments.
Marsha told herself to relax that tightening up would only make the chore of copping her cherry more difficult for Robbie and more painful for herself. She looked up into his eyes and saw them glazed with the pleasure that trembled through him.
When he drove forward with one terrible thrust that tore her hymen, she bit her lip so that she wouldn't scream. She was glad now for all the times she had masturbated, glad that she had stretched her cherry enough that he could get his cock in on the first attempt. Even so the pain gripped her belly, rolling along her sides and paralyzing the passion that had been building in her.
He groaned and lay still for a moment, his prick all the way in her cunt. She was glad that Robbie's dick wasn't exceptionally long, about average she guessed, since this was her first time. She wondered how long Jack's dick was. But she didn't think about that dick for long because Robbie began to thrust and retreat, like a piston between her legs, and she could feel the vibrant thrills shooting from her moist and excited cunt. She began to squirm beneath his ramming rod, and was delighted to find that her wriggling only brought more pleasure. The pain was minor now, and only the unrelenting jab of his stiff tool occupied her mind now.
His chest lay flat against hers, crushing her tits between them. He was grunting in her ear, already in the throes of the rapidly approaching orgasm.
"Don't move. I'll lose my rhythm," he rasped harshly in her ear.
She didn't understand. All the books said she should move. And besides she wanted to move. It didn't seem fair; he seemed to be enjoying himself so much, why shouldn't she? If she thought his desire for her to remain immobile was unfair, she was even more disappointed a few seconds later when Robbie plunged deep inside her snatch and held still for a few seconds, grunting rapidly. She knew he was emptying his balls even before she felt the sperm strike the walls of her cunt. He had achieved a climax, but did nothing to help her desire for an orgasm. Feeling robbed by the experience, she hunched against the swiftly softening cock but to no avail. She was left unfinished and angry, and she felt that fucking shouldn't be that way at all, that both of them should receive the exciting release of climax.
"I'm sorry, Marsha," breathed Robbie. "I just couldn't hold it. I'll do better next time."
He was certainly taking a lot for granted, assuming that there'd be a next time, she thought angrily.
But deep inside her she knew that she would have to have that release. And finger-fucking was out as the way to achieve it. He'd better plan on doing better because she intended to fuck him for her own pleasure next time. And he'd just have to match her rhythm.
"Make me come, Robbie. Next time, make me come." * * * When Marsha got up to cleanse herself she discovered the rueful phenomenon known as the wet spot. The sperm Robbie had deposited inside her dribbled from within her cunt, fouling the bed clothes. She cursed to herself and clutched at her crotch, feeling the sticky cum flowing through her fingers. She'd have to remember to bring a towel from the bathroom before she fucked again.
Robbie lay on the bed, exhausted but smiling. She was glad she had given him pleasure, but was hungry for some of the same herself. His cock lay limp across one thigh.
Marsha ran a few inches of warm water in the tub, needing to clean herself, to be fresh and, yes, empty, so that she and Robbie could fuck again.
She knew that she had received only a hint of what was possible in the way of excitement, and she scrubbed her twat with soap and washcloth as much to rid herself of unspent passion as to clean herself.
Robbie had gotten out of bed and padded into the bathroom. He looked down at her in the bathtub, soap clinging to her flesh, tiny bubbles white and sparkling around her nipples, lather clinging to her cunt hairs. She stared lovingly at the cock which was no longer shrunken as it had been when Robbie had lain spent and exhausted on the bed. There, rising from between his legs, was a growing hard-on.
"You're beautiful," he said huskily. It pleased her, She had almost forgotten that he was her brother. Now that they had fucked, he was much more than that.
"Is the water warm?" he asked.
"Wonderful,"
"Mind if I join you?"
"Come on."
Robbie got into the tub with her and, though it was cramped with two of them, Marsha did not mind. She spread her legs and ran them along the sides of the bathtub beside him.
"Let me finish for you," he said, taking the washcloth from her hand. He lathered it on the pink bar of soap and began to rub it over her body. Dissatisfied with it after he had lathered her, he let it drop into the water and began to stroke the soap across her.
He stroked her boobs, the soap lubricating his motion. Her nipples jutted up to meet his slick fingertips, and he did not disappoint their eagerness, massaging them thoroughly. The fingers then sailed across her belly, lingered for a brief moment at her navel, then glided to her thighs, massaging them from the knee along the warm flesh of her inner thighs until they touched her water-softened cunt and stroked it below the water line. All the while she had washed his cock, her fingers stroking it to life until it stood erect and demanding.
"I'm hot," she said. "Let's get out."
Quickly they rinsed off and toweled dry and she was happy when he slipped behind her and pushed his swollen cock-head between her legs, rubbing it across her tingling twat. She almost succumbed to the desire to slide her cunt onto his stiff prick, but held herself in check. She carried a fresh towel as they strode into the bedroom, intent on profiting from her earlier mistake.
"Both a man and a woman should enjoy sex fully. That's what makes a good fuck," said Robbie as he lay beside Marsha's warming nakedness. "This time we'll both make it."
Marsha was thrilled to the core to hear him say that, and she prayed that he was right. "Let's not plunge right in to fucking. Let's get each other excited first."
He chuckled. "As excited as I was when you spread those legs, winked at me with your pussy, and said `Fuck me, Robbie.' He bent his face to hers and kissed her, their tongues intertwining, and his hands began to caress her titties. Then she poked her tongue between his teeth and swabbed the inside of his mouth, darting behind the teeth and underneath his tongue. Robbie withdrew his tongue and began to kiss her neck, sucking the flesh with passionate fierceness.
"That's it, baby, put a hickey on me, a love hickey to celebrate the night." He was glad to oblige her. When the red welt had risen on her neck, he moved down it, making a little nibbling motion with his mouth on the soft white skin.
"Suck my titties," she breathed, feeling the excitement waiting on the threshold, like flood waters before a dam.
Marsha cupped one tit and held it up to her brother, the brown nipple beckoning him from the full pinkness that surrounded it. He clamped his mouth to it, tonguing it, licking it, taking it gently in his teeth and lifting it ever so softly. Marsha squirmed beneath the rapacious rippling of his tongue as it laved the erect tip of her tit, and squeezed her other boob. He brushed her hand away and began to fondle it himself, the fingers tweaking and pulling its firmness, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, tickling its jutting greediness.
"The other one, lick the other one," she called, and Robbie obliged, caring only to do what she asked, feeling her excitement being communicated to him. She rubbed his stiff rod with her knee and he helped her by grinding the eager rod against her pressure.
"Is it good?" he breathed against the nipple.
She moaned, "Oh, yes, you're wonderful. Kiss me lower."
His mouth sought out the trembling flesh of her belly. As he caressed her abdomen with his lips, she brought both hands to her jugs to fill the vacuum left by his departure. Her legs clamped tight together and she rubbed them and drew her hips tight to increase the pressure on her clitoris that waited eagerly for him.
"Lower," she murmured, and spread her thighs, the open gap of her cunt rotating impatiently. For a moment he hesitated, not sure whether he wanted to eat pussy or not.
"Kiss my cunt, Robbie. I want to feel your mouth in me," she begged, and he thought about it no longer, dropping his head between her open legs. He spread them wider and slipped a hand under each hip, taking the flesh that tightened and relaxed and pushed the cunt up to him so invitingly. Her pink slit was wet and ready, but he did not go to it immediately.
"Here," he said, kissing the high mound where the blonde mat of hair glistened with the secreted drops from her juicy twat, teasing her just a bit by nipping at it.
"Lower. Put your mouth on my pussy!" she cried, gripping the sheet until it wrinkled beneath her hands.
He adjusted her legs until they were bent and draped over his shoulders, and then kissed the pink cunt-lips. His lips took them and sucked each side separately, and then he licked the length of her puffy slit until his saliva mixed with the salty excretions, making delicious foam that he slurped down greedily, until every drop had disappeared from her cunt hole.
"Your tongue! Oh, I've read about this, but there's nothing like the real thing. Put your tongue in my cunt!" She could not believe the ecstatic twinges emanating from her throbbing twat. Successive shudders ripped through her as Robbie tentatively thrust his tongue into her pulsing hole, and then flicked more assuredly from side to side, licking the walls until Marsha thought she would scream from the joyous agony of it all.
She began to buck and roll and moan and her legs tightened on his head. She became afraid that the pressure from her thighs might scare him off, and relaxed them a bit, but as his tongue raked across her piping hot clit, she clamped them together again. He didn't seem to mind, and she was glad because she didn't think she could control her natural response to his darting tongue in her fluttering cunt. In fact, he seemed to become even more impassioned by her rising ecstasy, and began to alternately suck and lick as she thrust her box up to him eagerly, then pulled away when the pleasure ripples became too exacting, only to thrust forward again.
He clasped her clit between his lips, rolling the pulsating pearl between them. His hands were clutching her ass cheeks, dragging her succulent cunt to his face, and he slipped one finger into her bung, already slick from the saliva that had dribbled from her crack and gathered in it. With two points of attack on her emotions, she was completely lost to the world, and felt the rising flush of orgasm begin to grip her wildly bucking cunt.
When it came, her climax was swift and sudden, the breaking of the dam that had held so long against the straining waves of pleasure, sucked to oblivion by the talented mouth of her lust-driven brother. When it burst, she did not care if the whole world stood above her, looking down at her in the roiling passion of her release.
As she ceased bucking and slowed to a palpitating wriggle beneath Robbie's insistent lips, he lifted his head from between her thighs and climbed atop her, his hard-on even stronger than it had been at first.
"Jeez, Marsha, you've got a tasty twat."
"What have I been missing all these years? Just heaven, that's all."
He mashed his mouth to hers, and she opened wide to his sex-slick tongue, letting him ream her mouth. She could taste her cunt juice, and was surprised that it didn't taste half-bad. She sucked his tongue greedily, taking the remains of her twat juice from it, then licked the inside of his mouth to get some more.
Robbie reached down and touched the blood-engorged crown of his dick to her cunt-lips. His hips hunched forward, slowly at first and then more rapidly, and Marsha thought at first that she would merely lie there and allow him to achieve his own richly deserved climax after the thrilling orgasm he had given her. But the incessant pounding of his crotch against hers, the thick rod enclosed by her cunt driving deeper and deeper into her hole, drew her out of her lethargy and forced her to respond. She began to gyrate wildly against his savage thrusts. The thick cock drummed against the walls of her cunt, but more importantly the rounded crown had found her clitoris and dragged across it again and again and again until she found herself climbing ever higher, rolling with him, thrusting herself to him, matching his rhythm, so that they became as one, lost in the age-old journey that was so well-traveled and yet never lost its newness.
"Oh, my! I think I might come again. Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!!"
"Together . . . this ... time . . ."
Humping furiously, his chest resting on her tits, Robbie gripped her hips and pulled himself even tighter to his sister. If he had been quick to get his gun the first time, there was no hint of that quickness this time as she felt a climax roll through her body and, before she even reached bottom, a second one begin. She dug her heels into his hips and clutched at his back, her head thrown back, her mouth open and gasping for air, her tongue loose in her head and lolling at the side of her mouth. He drove forward, seeking to embed his prick in her cunt to the balls, and she sought to help him by thrusting to meet his pounding. She could hear his grunts of joy in her ear which only added to her pleasure.
"SHOVE THE COCK TO ME, BABY!!" she screeched, gripping his butt now like he gripped hers, feeling the powerful muscles in them forever hunching, forever seeking that culminating moment of release.
"I love you, Robbie," she moaned, and bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming as another climax pulsed through every fiber of her body.
"Goddamn, you're good!" he whispered hoarse�ly, kissing her deeply as he gave one final desperate plunge and shot his hot sperm into her, feeling his sister's cunt with his love cream in rapid-fire jets of jism that the quivering walls of her cunt drank eagerly. Marsha had never been happier in her whole life.
CHAPTER THREE
Marsha yawned and stretched her hands over her head, feeling her tits rise as she did so. They were a bit swollen from being kneaded and sucked, and purple hickies dotted them. Robbie had really devoured them after that last fuck when he had made good his promise to her to make her come. Then he had left to return to his own room.
Last night was her demarcation point, Marsha now knew. When she looked back over her life, whatever pleasure or pain it held for her, she could point directly to that night as the beginning of the casting off of all the shackles she had borne through her childhood. Not only had she lost her virginity, that useless sham she had stupidly guarded so long, but she had stepped across the barricade of sexual taboos, the breach being the open invitation of incest when she had spread her thighs to the throbbing dick of her brother. She felt no remorse at the loss of either her virginity or her inhibitions, though she knew that there were other barricades to be met. She hoped they would be easier to pass through, having made the first plunge.
When she got out of bed, clad only in her nakedness, she realized just how many muscles she had used during her furious hunching to climax. Her cunt-lips were puffy and a little tender and her hips were stiff from the tightening that went with the delicious thrusts to meet Robbie's pistoning cock.
Nonetheless she had dawdled long enough, and she showered and dressed herself in a dark-green halter and white hot-pants. She disdained under-wear, preferring to feel the rougher cloth against her skin. Besides she might run into some action today, and she wanted to be ready to quickly take advantage of it.
Her mother was vacuuming when she came downstairs. When her mother saw her, she kicked at the foot control of the vacuum cleaner, and it wheezed itself to a stop.
"I'd begun to think you were going to sleep the clock around," she said, following Marsha into the kitchen. Marsha fumbled in the refrigerator. "Here. Sit down. I'll fix you something to eat."
"Oh, Mom, don't go to any trouble," said Marsha, pouring herself some orange juice.
"It's no trouble. Sit down."
Marsha didn't protest too much. While her mother started cooking, she sipped at her orange juice and smiled inwardly. She had to admit she was famished.
She watched the steaming eggs and crisp strips of bacon being dished onto her plate and sniffed and aromatic goodness as her mother sat it in front of her.
Anna McComb was still a beautiful woman in her late thirties, her auburn hair in taut curls about her head. She still had a sparkling complexion, and Marsha had always admired how she had warded off the common occurrence of women her age-middle-age spread. Anna's tummy was still flat, and her tits did not sag like those of so many other women her age.
It's a shame she and Dad are having problems with their sex life, Marsha sighed to herself.
"Did Dad get off on that business trip this morning?" she asked between mouthfuls of eggs.
Her mother sat across the table from her, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.
"Yes. He'll be in Denver over the weekend and won't be back until Monday."
"That's too bad. I know you were looking forward to the dance at the club tonight."
Anna sighed. "Well, Marcus didn't have much choice. The boss felt that a big contract was on the verge of getting away from the firm, and your father is his top man. It just couldn't be helped."
There wasn't much conviction in her voice, as if what she had just said was a rote justification she had memorized to soften the disappointment she felt so keenly.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm going over to Elisabeth's. I'll see you later. Thanks for the breakfast, Mom."
"You're welcome, sweetheart," she said, kissing Marsha on the cheek. I think I'll go shopping this afternoon since the house is going to be so empty. I don't relish being alone."
"Well, have fun. Bye."
"Bye, dear."
Marsha darted out the doorway, leaving her mother at the table. Anna sat still for a few moments, then got up and washed out her coffee cup. She picked up the phone and push buttoned a number.
"Hello, Al. This is Anna. Are you free this afternoon? I need some company." The voice on the other end chattered a response. "Then I'll be at your apartment in a half-hour or so. Good-bye." She hung up.
Now she would go upstairs and put on her best underclothes, something frilly and exciting. Maybe she had lied about the shopping trip, but she had decided to take her daughter's advice.
She was going to have a little fun.
* * * Sometime later Anna stepped through an elevator door on the eleventh floor of the Kensington Apartments where her brother-in-law Al McComb lived. All the way across town her thoughts had been on what she planned to do, and as she strode the carpeted hallway, she could feel the acidic roiling of her stomach.
In almost twenty years of being married to Marcus she had never considered adultery. She had always told herself that she enjoyed her sex life with him, although he was a bit more timid about experimenting than she liked. She wished he hadn't grown so cold lately. It had been over a month now since the last time they had fucked, and she felt the tension building up in her.
Now she stood in front of her brother-in-law's door, knowing full well that if she didn't panic or let guilt feelings grip her, she could release the tension in the only way she wanted, with a man atop her, shoving the meat to her. She pressed the door buzzer. Just a few seconds later Al opened the door.
"Hello, Anna. You look as beautiful as ever. Come on in." Al was Marcus' younger brother, not much older than she, a real ladies' man. She had heard rumors about all the women he had balled, and ticked off in her mind the three or four she knew personally.
She stepped inside and surveyed the room. It fit Al exactly. Masculine furnishings dotted the apartment, and yet there was a softness behind the tough masculine veneer the apartment showed at first glance. She looked directly at Al, and saw how his eyes were devouring her. She knew that he was mentally undressing her, and the knowledge that he was passionately interested in her stoked the furnace that raged in her cunt. She could feel the dampness at her crotch, and she flushed as she realized that she wasn't going to panic and that guilt didn't stand a chance of intruding when she yearned so much for a good solid fuck.
"Thanks for the compliment, Al."
"It was sincerely given." She had stepped forward into the room as he shut the door which put him behind her. His strong hands touched her shoulders, lingering there for just a moment. She could feel the touch of his face at her hair as he paused to stroke her shoulders and neck. His fingers were warm and thrilling against her flesh, and she yearned for them to move on to more intimate places.
"Did I understand you right when you asked for company over the phone?" he breathed into her ear. She felt the hot breath and then the slight touch of his tongue.
"Umm-hmm. You understood right." God, I'm being brazen about this, she thought, feeling his stiffening prick pressing against her ass cheeks as he reached around and caressed her tits through the thin summer blouse. She put one hand behind her and rubbed his cock through his pants. He pressed tighter, trapping her hand between his hard-on and the yielding flesh of her buns. She could feel him grinding against her while his hands expertly massaged her tits.
Feeling the heat of her passion overcoming her and a little apprehensive despite the pleasurable feeling their mutual rubbing was stirring up in her, Anna pulled away and asked for a drink.
"Sure," Al said, realizing that perhaps he would have to go just a little bit slower to get this prize piece ready for him. He went to the bar and watched Anna settle on the soft velour couch. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt raise high and show a generous expanse of sleek thigh.
She was pleased when she saw Al notice and smile appreciatively at her slim legs. No varicose veins or extraneous flab detracted from her legs, she knew. They were long and slim and soft, but they could wrap around a man and help bury his cock in her voracious cunt.
"Scotch and soda," she purred.
When Al brought the drinks, she eyed the huge bulge that dominated the front of his pants.
I wonder how long his prick is? Well, it won't be long before I find out, I suppose.
She sipped the Scotch and soda that Al handed to her, and he joined her on the couch.
"How long can you stay?" he asked.
"All afternoon, maybe longer if it's worth-while," she replied, smiling at him as he laid his hand on her knee and massaged it gently.
"It will be," he promised, and from the tone of his voice, as well as the look of his rigid rod, she knew it would.
She was glad she had decided to wear no stockings, proud of the fact that her legs did not need nylon to make them look good. As Al's fingers rubbed the flesh of her knee and began to wend their slow way along her lower thigh, she realized that she had always wanted Al, even after she met and married Marcus. There was always that certain something about him, a sense of power that he possessed, maybe the sense of power he held in his loins that she wanted so much to know.
"I'm glad you can stay so long," he intoned, staring into her eyes. "I was worried that this might be so short I wouldn't be able to fully savor your exquisite loveliness. Now perhaps we'll have time to get really acquainted."
"I hope so."
His hand left her leg, and for a moment she was disappointed until he slipped one arm around her and let the other go to her left tit. He massaged it unhurriedly, letting the languid fingering build the emotional response in slow stages. He tweaked the nipple through the fabric of her blouse and the unpadded bra she wore. His mouth went to her ear and she felt the forceful plunge of his tongue as it swirled about inside it. Her temperature, already warm, moved up a few degrees and she dropped her hand on his thigh and began to rub it.
"I've wanted you so long, Anna," he whispered, his lips close to her ear. He nibbled lightly at the lobe which caused a tingle in her ever dampening pussy. She slipped her hand on his crotch and was pleased to feel the massive hard-on.
She sighed. "And I think I've always wanted you."
His hand moved to unbutton her blouse. She was surprised at his sure-handedness.
She leaned forward a bit as he pulled the blouse from her, and then turned around so that he could unsnap her bra. Expertly he slipped the hooks from the clasps and pushed the straps over her trembling shoulders. She shrugged free of the bra and laid it on the coffee table but did not turn around yet. Al stroked her shoulders and then encircled her with both arms, cupping a tit in each hand. The nipples fairly leaped up at his touch, brown oases in a desert of pink. His fingers found them diamond hard, flicked across them, and tweaked them playfully while his greedy mouth worked at the nape of her neck.
"Oh, Al. That feels so good, baby."
"You've got wonderful boobs, Anna. May I kiss them?"
"Yes, please do."
She turned around then to face him and watched his eyes glow as he caught sight of their straining fullness. He put his head between her titties and kissed the valley between their twin mounds, then trailed over her left jug with his moist mouth, seeking the brown nipple. He covered it completely, taking the full areola in his mouth. His teeth brushed across it, and then the darting probe of his tongue circled its erectness, laving the hard point with saliva.
"Do you like having your titties sucked?"
Her answer was to simply slip her fingers into his full head of hair and pull him back down to them. He sucked one boob for a while and then shifted to the other.
She began to tug at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling a bit, not quite as expert as he was. Perhaps the insistent tongue at her tit, or his hand rubbing her cunt mound, had something to do with it.
He lifted his hand from her furry mound and stripped off his shirt and then undid his trousers. He slipped them to the floor, kicking off his house shoes at the same time.
She gasped when she saw he wasn't wearing any underwear, and his erect shaft towered angrily from below his broad belly. It was the biggest dick she had ever seen, almost nine full inches of meat, and she licked her lips with excitement. She got up and quickly removed her skirt.
"Leave the panties," he said. "I like to take those off myself."
His eyes ate her up with appreciation.
"Do you go down on men, Anna?"
She knew the term. He was being polite. What he meant was did she suck cocks.
"I . . . I've never done it. Marcus doesn't like it." Al shook his head in disbelief.
"How does he know if he hasn't tried it? He's a bigger fool than I thought."
Anna didn't really want to be reminded of her problems with her husband. She was more concerned with what was happening right now.
"I'd like to try it, though." She eyed the prick jutting from between his legs. It looked awfully tempting.
"I think you'll like it. I know I will, if you want to try it."
She slipped to her knees in front of him and he scooted to the edge of the couch. The succulent shaft stared her in the face, and she tentatively grasped its base with her hands, moving forward to accept its eager throbbing.
She touched his cock-head with her tongue lightly, not knowing what to expect. It was salty and not at all unpleasant. In fact she liked the taste, and the pungent odor that emanated from his crotch had a heady smell that only added to her excitement. She sniffed deeply, letting the cock smell saturate her lungs. She felt dizzy it was so strong and her mouth began to water with anticipation. She flicked her tongue over the swollen cock-head, and then licked the sides until she had it completely covered with saliva. Then, using the flat of her tongue, she swabbed the soft underside of the thick shaft before returning to the blood-engorged tip to flail it mercilessly with her ravenous tongue.
"Do you like it?" he asked, stroking her auburn hair.
"Yes," she murmured, her concentration directed at the dice: she licked so thoroughly.
"Take it in your mouth then," he suggested. He did not demand, though she could tell from the spasms that touched his belly that he really wanted her to. She was glad that he understood how really uneducated she was about sex, even after twenty years of marriage.
She opened her lips wide, letting her mouth form an O, and took the purple cock-head into her mouth, careful to keep her teeth back out of the way. Her tongue laved the taut tip, and she gave little sucking motions with her lips. Al grunted, and she knew that he was enjoying every little movement her mouth made. She felt like a leech and sucked with powerful action on his prong, her tongue swirling across the tiny slit at its top. She pulled on it so hard with her sucking that her cheeks collapsed.
Anna slid her lips down the shaft, her mouth engulfing more of the searing hot, saliva�-slick prick, until she had taken about half of it in her mouth, almost five inches.
Don't rush things, she told herself, not wanting to gag from the hot meat she tongued and sucked so furiously. She began to bob her head up and down slowly, dragging her lips along the sides of the stiff cock all the way to the head and then plunging back down on it, and even before she realized it, she had almost three-fourths of it in her mouth with each plunge.
She couldn't believe how absolutely incredible the pleasure of cock-sucking was to her. Why Marcus had been so backward was beyond comprehension, and she cursed him because he had denied himself-and her-this exquisite gratifica�tion all these years. Now, sucking on Al's prong, she felt the passion rising in her until the walls of her steaming cunt began to ache with desire. Al had stiffened and his hands had tightened at the back of her head, though he wasn't hurting her. She heard him grunting excitedly, and as the cock in her mouth began to throb erratically, she knew he was going to come.
I don't want him to shoot off in my mouth, she thought, and began to pull away. But Al's strong fingers would not let her escape from his throbbing wang.
"Suck me off, Anna! Suck me all the way off! Drink my juice, baby! Oh, God!"
She couldn't get away from it as she felt the first stream of fuck juice striking her throat with savage force. It was scalding hot and she tried to hold it in her mouth, to spit out later, but Al's balls kept sending the jism until she had to swallow it or become totally engulfed by it. She felt the sperm slipping into her stomach and tasted it. She expected to be sick and was surprised when she realized that she enjoyed the taste, just as much as she had enjoyed the sucking that had brought it on. She recognized how much she had come to accept it when she swallowed the last few spurts, and then sucked the rapidly shrinking cock for more of the cream, even though it wilted in her mouth. When she decided that there would be no more, she let the once mighty dong slip from her mouth, and laid her cheek on Al's thigh. She was still hot from the excitement of her first blow job and wished Al's erection hadn't gone down. She wanted the hard cock to quell the rising desire within her pussy, her erect clitoris sitting up and begging like a puppy dog for him to fuck her.
"Thanks, Anna. You've got a great way there to make a man happy. I hope this won't be your last blow job. Try to talk Marcus into giving it a whirl. One trip with your technique and he won't be able to resist again. I even hope there'll be more of it between us."
She kissed his thigh and nuzzled his nuts with her nose.
"There'll be lots more."
He stroked her cheek. "Now it's my turn to do a little cunt-lapping. Get up and let me get those panties off you. I bet you're really steaming now."
She stood up, the black lace circled with dampness in the crotch. "It's like someone poured a glass of water between my legs. Hot water, at that."
He slid his hand inside the lace and stroked across her cunt mound, then let his fingers rub the saturated lips of her twat. He peeled her panties from her and stroked her inner thighs while she closed her eyes and rubbed her tits.
"Does Marcus ever eat you?"
Anna shook her head. "Just straight fucking. That's all we ever do."
"That's a real shame. You're missing out on so much." He kissed her thighs while his hand moved up to stroke her ass cheeks.
"I know," she said, her breathing beginning to shorten as she grew more excited. "I'm finding that out more and more every minute. Oh, hurry, Al! My pussy's begging you to hurry."
"Okay, baby. Lie on the carpet here and let me show the other side of the coin from cock-sucking. I think you'll find you like this."
"I'm really glad I came over today, Al."
"Me, too."
She stretched out on her back, the excitement of sucking Al's cock not entirely dissipated. Her body began to squirm slowly as he came up to her and kissed her boobs. It became impossible for her to hold herself motionless. She rested her hands and arms above her head while Al worked across her nipples briefly, nibbling and kissing, and began to move sensuously down her sides and hips and thighs, as he backed his way down with his body. Then he licked his way up to her trembling belly, his darting tongue stopping at her navel and licking around it before jabbing the hot tip into the shallow hole, reaming it like he was coring an apple.
Anna wanted him to hurry to her twitching cunt, and in her eagerness for him, she raised her butt several inches from the soft pile carpeting. Al, realizing the growing desperation that had prompted Anna's blatant urgency, allowed his tongue to fleetingly swab her supple belly and then go to her darkly curling pussy hair. He rubbed his nose against her muff, tracing the insides of her thighs with his tongue, and breathing the wealth of perfumes that streamed from her dripping twat.
She knew that at any second his mouth would find her cunt, and was surprised when he lifted his head and folded her long legs back until they touched her erect nipples.
He began to lick the cheeks of her ass. She braced herself as she realized what he intended to do. Then suddenly his tongue jabbed into her asshole and she gasped as it prodded the virginal hole. He licked the tender ass flesh with obvious delight, and she couldn't believe the excitement pouring through her body. Though she had at first been repulsed when she understood what the awkward position she lay in had meant; she now found herself groaning at the incredible sensations spreading out from his burning probing.
"Suck my bunghole! Put your whole mouth on it, baby."
He willingly obliged, and she felt him attach his mouth to her brownie and blow hot breath into the eager orifice. Then he gave several rapid sucking motions and went back to laving the inside of her lovely ass with his tongue.
There were so many ways of pleasure she had missed, but Al was making up for those lost moments of bliss with his furious licking. She wanted to cry out with pleasure that was almost too much to bear and started to push his head away from her ass before it became unbearable.
"Enough. My pussy needs you now. Oh, hurry!"
He left her ass crack and went to her pulsing slit. His lips tugged at the sides of her quivering pussy and his tongue licked up and down her wet gash. She pushed her crotch up to his mouth, lost in the tremendous joy that pitched through her limbs. She was on a wild roller-coaster ride, on a coach that climbed the highest mountains and then plummeted to the lowest valleys, and she bucked and rolled through the rapid changes.
His tongue found her throbbing clitoris, licking the straining pleasure button until Anna began to lurch wildly from the thrilling sensation. It was an unbelievably unreal moment, like nothing she had ever experienced, and she knew that oral sex was something she could no longer do without if she were to be completely fulfilled as a woman. The thought of returning to the mundane sex practices of Marcus depressed her, until Al's busy tongue sent another wave of intense satisfaction crackling through her.
Al moaned, slurping at her cunt, his tongue sweetening the walls of her twat with his saliva, and gathered the clit firmly in his mouth. He was buried deep inside her box, rolling with her undulations. She clamped her thighs to his head and wriggled her ass, making him grip her butt cheeks so as not to lose the rhythm. He lifted her cunt to his mouth, drinking from it like a man dying from thirst, lapping up every bit of her hot juice.
"Your cock, Al. Give me your cock in my mouth!"
He switched himself around and lay on his back. As he returned to her pussy, Anna put her head between his legs and took his newly erect wang in her mouth. His tongue reamed at her cunt, and she bobbed frantically at his prick, returning lick for lick. His fingers parted her cunt-lips and the tongue licked ever deeper inside her twat, until she felt the boiling pour up and out from her belly and the spasms grip her in their unrelenting and wonderful power.
"Oh God, I'm coming!" she moaned as she shuddered from the orgasm's impact, bucking wildly as darkness enveloped her for a brief moment. Then she heard Al speaking, sounding far away.
"Let me fuck you, baby. Sit on my cock." They shifted again, and Anna straddled his legs. Al's hands went to her beautiful tits as she pressed her still quivering cunt down on his rigid dick. It slipped in with little difficulty, her pussy wet from saliva and her own cunt juices. Anna's twat wrapped around his inflamed cock, and she began to squirm, her breath coming in ragged bursts, interspersed with moaning exhalations and sighs of immense pleasure.
Al's dick was so long Anna wasn't sure whether she could get it all inside her cunt, but as she hunched wildly on it, she felt it sliding deeper into her twat and knew that the natural resilience of her sex hole was finally adjusting to the thrillingly long cock. She felt its massive size filling her cunt to capacity, and as she bounced on it, she could feel the cock-head striking the end of her snatch. That sensation, coupled with the rubbing of her clitoris by the base of his prong, had her on the verge of another climax.
"God, I never knew it could be so good so many times in a row," she breathed in ecstasy, slamming her horny twat onto the thick rod.
Anna hunched wildly, grinding her hips, hurling her slick cunt up and down the powerful prong, hunching desperately and groaning as the thick spear was plunged into her cunt by her own motions. Al's hands were massaging her tits all the while, and as they fucked, his hands went to her hips. He gripped them tightly and began to hunch upwards savagely, almost lifting Anna from the floor. She didn't seem to mind that he had taken the initiative from her, because each powerful thrust sent explosions coursing through her cunt.
"I'm coming again!" she yelled. "And it's the best one of them . . . ALLLL!"
Anna clutched Al as the second orgasm hit her, and following closely on the heels of her climax, Al's frantic hunching gave its last full plunge and he released his sperm again, grunting hoarsely.
"Ahhh, that's good."
Anna, beaten and completely spent, slipped her head down on his chest and lay there, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.
It had been good, so very good. She was glad she had called Al, overcoming the silly fears she had held. A woman needed a good fucking, and for the first time in her life Anna felt like she had truly gotten that good fucking.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marsha peddled leisurely, the bicycle seat between her legs a constant reminder of her femaleness as her cunt sat snugly with the seat tongue insinuated between her thighs. She couldn't seem to get last night off her mind. From a rather disappointing beginning it had turned into one of the most thrilling experiences of her life, and she had to admit that she was hooked on sex now. And why not? Weren't most people hooked on the pleasures of fucking? She felt sorry for those people who were still caught up in old attitudes.
About her the real estate grew in value. Homes became more spacious, more individual than the repetitious styles of housing projects. Yards grew larger, lined with trees and shrubs. She was entering the neighborhood of the wealthier members of the town, and it showed.
She passed by two boys, younger than she was, and got a wolf whistle as she peddled by.
"Wish 1 was that bicycle seat," she heard one of them say, loud enough for her benefit.
"Bet she could use a vibrator in that seat!" the other almost shouted.
She smiled. That wasn't a bad idea. She stood on the pedals, and leaned forward to peddle more efficiently. That made her ass stand out for the eyes she knew were following her.
The heat bore down on her unmercifully and she was glad when she turned into the spacious, snakelike drive of the Bennett's. She wound her way up the divided drive, past the flowers that grew in the median strip, and stopped in front of the colonnaded two-story house. It was a massive retreat to Colonial architecture, symbolic of the wealth the Bennett's possessed. She thought it the most exquisite of all the homes in town.
She put down the kickstand and left the bicycle in front of the house. Wiping her brow from sweat, she walked through a shrub-lined pathway, carefully manicured by a gardener, on towards the back where the swimming pool was situated.
Her tits had left dark circles of sweat on the green halter, little saucers that had spread out from her nipples.
Elisabeth was in the swimming pool when Marsha entered the yard through the wrought-iron gate. She swam languidly across the egg-shaped pool and pulled herself from its watery confines as she spied Marsha.
"Hey. I'm glad you could come." She toweled dry, patting the clinging drops from her deeply tanned skin. Elisabeth was a slender girl, and exceptionally tall, almost half a foot taller than Marsha, even though they were the same age. She was the star forward on the girls' basketball team at the school, but she was lovely enough to escape any possible typecasting. Elisabeth's tresses were long and dark, though they were plastered to her head and gathered at the back in a pony tail while she swam.
Marsha plopped down in a lounge chair.
"It's awfully hot. How's the water, Elisabeth?" "Just great. You ought to take a dip."
Marsha shrugged ruefully. "I didn't bring my suit."
"That's no problem. Take one of the guest suits in the dressing room over there." Elisabeth pointed to the brick structure her father had built just for the myriad guests he often had over for parties and such. It was stylish, exactly what one would expect from the wealthiest man in town.
The water certainly looked inviting. Giving in to the impulse, Marsha stood. "Well, thanks. I'll do that."
She strode across the concrete decking and went into the women's dressing chamber. After carefully looking over the freshly laundered array of swimsuits, she chose a light-blue bikini that looked as though it might fit her and slipped out of her soaked halter and hot-pants.
"Oh, excuse me."
Marsha turned to find herself staring into the green eyes of a lusciously built redhead, dressed in a brilliant red bikini that revealed her ample endowments. Marsha had never seen her before.
"Hello," Marsha said, and slipped her legs into the suit bottoms. She pulled it over her hips. The girl's eyes never left her, watching her every movement intently. Marsha tried to ignore the staring eyes, and blamed her uneasiness on herself, despite the fact that she didn't really feel embarrassed. There was just something in those eyes that disturbed her. She slipped her tits into the halter like top of the swimsuit, and then looked up, her eyes even with the redhead's.
"My name's Vicki. I'm Elisabeth's cousin." "I'm Marsha, just a friend."
The eyes roamed over her. "You sure have a beautiful body, Marsha." There was no mock-appreciative tone, but a genuine expression of admiration. It sounded so strange coming from a woman.
"Well, thanks. I'd say the same about you, Vicki." It was true. Vicki had a pleasant appearance, and was full-breasted. Perhaps her thighs bore a little extra weight, but it was not repulsively excessive.
"I'm not in your league," she murmured, her hands starting for Marsha's tit. Then, seeming to remember where she was, she withdrew her hand before she had made contact.
Marsha was surprised that she was disappointed. She had seen the intent of Vicki's hand, and now wished the lovely redhead had gone ahead and touched her titties.
"We'd better go outside," Vicki suggested. Marsha followed her out of the bathhouse and into the scorching rays of the sun. Elisabeth was relaxing in a lounge chair, her eyes encased in sun-glasses, smoking a cigarette.
"I see you two have met. I hope you've introduced yourselves."
Vicki said that they had.
"Vicki will be down for a week or so. We hope to have a lot of fun while she's here. Don't we, Vicki?"
The lovely redhead smiled knowingly, like the cat that had just eaten the canary. "I already have. I hope you'll join us on some of it."
"If it's a good time, then you can count me in," Marsha said. Elisabeth and Vicki exchanged an enigmatic glance whose veiled meaning aroused Marsha's curiosity. She didn't see anything at all odd about what she had said, and she wondered what the two cousins had read into it. Maybe she'd find out before long.
"Mother and Dad have gone to the club, Marsha," explained Elisabeth, taking off her sunglasses and chewing on the end of one of the stems. "All the servants have been given the day off. My parents took all their finery with them, and I don't expect them back till after the dance tonight. You know Mother's a hostess, and Dad's giving a speech at the dinner before the big shindig. We've got the run of the place, so feel free to do anything you want. Be just as uninhibited as you please."
Vicki laughed a deep throaty laugh. Marsha found it exciting. There was an aura of mystery about this girl, an alien-ness that aroused Marsha. She couldn't quite understand Vicki's drawing power.
"I'm getting warm," said the redhead, and winked at Elisabeth. "Let's take a swim."
"Okay," agreed Marsha.
"You two go ahead. I'll stay here and work on my tan."
Vicki and Marsha sprinted across the deck and plunged into the cool water. Marsha pulled strongly underneath the water, and then burst to the surface near the restraining rope where the water was only about four feet deep. She parted her hair that had clung to her forehead and covered her eyes, and tucked it neatly behind her ears. She couldn't see Vicki anywhere. But even as her eyes flicked over the water, she felt her. From behind she came, her hand slipping between Marsha's legs and tugging at her crotch. Marsha was startled by a finger inserted into her snatch for a brief moment. Then it was gone and the water exploded behind her as Vicki whooshed to the surface, gasping for air.
"I hope . . . you're not angry . . . about what I did," said Vicki, her tits rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs. "But it looked so . . . inviting I just couldn't resist."
"Well, it did kind of startle me. But I don't really mind. That won't be the first finger inside me, or the last."
Vicki giggled. "I hope not. Later, maybe we can try that for a longer time. And a few things else that I find exciting."
Marsha wasn't sure she was reading the innuendos right. Vicki was suggesting a woman to� woman sexual relationship-lesbianism. Marsha wasn't sure the idea intrigued her as much as it obviously did Vicki, but she decided to think about it. After all, one didn't have to go all out for that sort of thing, just as she had no intention of making Robbie her only male lover. Making love with another woman was as much a taboo as fucking your brother, and maybe as ridiculous a stricture as that had been.
"Maybe," was all she answered.
They swam for a while longer, though no other episode like that first one occurred.
Both of them finally decided to give up the swimming for a bit, and by mutual consent climbed out of the pool. Elisabeth had turned the chaise lounge away from them and all they could see was the top of her head and one elbow dangling at the side as they approached, toweling them dry.
As they rounded the chaise to face Elisabeth, Marsha was stunned by what met her eyes. Elisabeth lay in all her naked glory, her nipples almost black on her tanned boobs, the dark muff between her legs losing some of its contrast by the brownness of her skin. There was no whiteness anywhere on her body.
Elisabeth looked up at their approach, and smiled lewdly at Marsha. "Do I shock you? Your eyes are about to jump out of their sockets." Vicki, too, was paying close attention to Marsha's response.
"Both of you are making it a habit of surprising me. I'm not sure what to expect any longer."
Elisabeth wrinkled her nose and drew back her shoulders so that her tits were pushed forward. They certainly looked tempting to Marsha, but she just ogled them in silence, feeling an itch beginning to develop in her cunt that she needed to scratch. Or maybe let Vicki scratch since she was the one who had gotten it started with her underwater poking.
"Sit down," Elisabeth purred. "Vicki, would you mind putting some suntan lotion on me?"
Now Vicki's eyes devoured Elisabeth's body.
"Of course not, dear. I'll be more than glad to."
"I thought you might. The Coppertone's in the kitchen. Be careful and don't track in too much water."
Elisabeth watched Vicki pad out of earshot and turned to Marsha.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked coyly.
"Yes. You've got nice titties and a good figure. But the most striking thing is your tan. It makes you, well, just scrumptious."
"Good enough to eat."
Marsha felt her piercing eyes upon her. "Yes, good enough to eat."
Elisabeth reached out and touched Marsha's right tit. She massaged it gently, taking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Then she slipped the strap over her shoulders and down until the boob was free. She continued her massaging until the nipple was a spiked point.
"Do you like that?"
"Um, yes!" gasped Marsha as the finger circled the flesh of her tit, sending a tingling response of pleasure through her cunt.
"Why don't you take off your suit and be comfortable?" suggested Elisabeth, her exciting finger retreating to her own erect nipples. "Vicki and I want to show you something. If you see something you like, or want to try something, just jump right in. Before we start, though, I just want to say that both of us like men. It's just that we like to expand our pleasures as much as possible, and this is just one way." She inclined her head and, taking Marsha's head in her hands, kissed her tenderly on the lips. "And also we both like you. Very much."
Marsha, warmed by the brush of female lips across hers, peeled off her bathing suit. She was not surprised when Vicki returned in the buff with the suntan lotion. The redhead grinned broadly as she saw that Marsha was naked.
"I said you were beautiful, but I didn't know how much." She knelt beside Elisabeth's prone figure, and began to spread the lotion over her back, and Marsha was sad because Elisabeth's delightful body was now hidden by her position. Only her ass cheeks were still visible to her, and she noted with pleasure that Vicki had worked rapidly to get to them and was now massaging them fiercely. She watched in amazement as the redhead kneaded the squirming ass, and wished that it was she who was being massaged like that.
Elisabeth flipped over, and Vicki went to work on her jutting jugs. Then suddenly the pretense of the suntan lotion was gone, and Vicki dived onto the thrusting nipple of one eager tit, locking her lips to it in a passionate kiss. She sucked it furiously, and Elisabeth's ass began to churn faster as Vicki slipped a finger into her slick pussy. She jabbed her cunt with savage thrusts until Elisabeth cried out shrilly.
What she was sure of was that she was getting horny as hell herself. Already she had matched the massaging of Elisabeth's tits with her own squeezing of her boobs, and had even slipped a finger into her puffy slit, but she didn't relish the position of spectator. She would rather be a participant in the frantic finger-fucking Vicki was giving Elisabeth, and wished they could swap places.
Elisabeth, her eyes glazed with lust, lolled her head towards Marsha. "Join us if ... oh, yes, get on top of me, Vicki darling . . . if you want to."
Vicki had climbed between her writhing legs and began to hunch, the two cunt mounds clinging together for a few brief moments. Vicki rocked back and forth, humping Elisabeth like a man. Marsha was rubbing her own clit furiously with stiffened fingers. She would have gotten up then and helped them if she hadn't been so near a climax. She spasmed her way through a cunt-grabbing orgasm and then, still not completely satisfied and burning with hominess, moved beside Elisabeth and kissed her longingly. She felt Elisabeth's tongue at her teeth and opened wide to its probe, letting the hot tip of it explore her mouth until she felt the fever rising higher in her cunt again.
She noticed that Vicki had already slipped her head between Elisabeth's long legs, and locked her mouth to the tender and succulent slit, beginning to greedily probe the drooling cunt hole. Elisabeth's kiss answered Vicki's reaming tongue-fucking through the medium of Marsha, until Marsha locked her own tongue in a frantic embrace to Elisabeth's. When the climax came, Elisabeth's mouth devoured her completely and then released her to let out a long pent-up scream of ecstasy.
But Vicki was far from being through with her talented tongue. Even as she felt the end near for Elisabeth, her eyes had zeroed in on Marsha's glittering cunt circled by the wheat-colored pussy curls. When Elisabeth relaxed as the tension of orgasm left her, Vicki was upon Marsha before she had gotten her bearings, Marsha sprawled back-wards on the grass beside the pool decking, felt Vicki's head forcing open her thighs, and did not protest in the least. She had gotten hot and bothered from Elisabeth's hungry kisses, and when her lust-puckered pussy was attacked by tongue and lips, she involuntarily shoved her crotch up to Vicki's face.
"Oh, God! Suck it! Suck my cunt! Yesss!"
The red-headed girl gripped her ass and buried her mouth in Marsha's gushing box. As the lips and tongue worked on her clit, Marsha began to rise and fall with the rhythm of the passionate sucking. She gripped Vicki's head and tried to pull her even deeper into her cunt hole. It did not take long for a series of exciting orgasms to grip her in answer to the furious licking and nibbling at her cunt, and she bucked her way through them in frenzy.
"For God's sake, somebody help me get my rocks off!" moaned Vicki, writhing wildly in the throes of passion. Elisabeth rested and ready from watching the other two girls in action, was on her at once, aroused by Vicki's expert cunt-lapping of Marsha.
Elisabeth lapped and sucked her dribbling snatch until Vicki began to moan raggedly, pulling her tits with savage force. Marsha, overcoming the weakening power of her own incredible climax, began to lick Vicki's belly, her tongue flicking across the shivering abdomen like a hungry snake, laving it with saliva.
"Both of you eat me some," groaned Vicki.
Marsha was excited by the request. It gave her great joy to dish out pleasure to another person, and the fact that she was having sex with a woman did not seem any longer a serious fact to consider. So she did not protest. She wanted to taste the juicy twat of these girls, and as Elisabeth withdrew her head and went to Vicki's spiked tits; she dropped to the girl's gaping cunt hole. She spread the cunt-lips apart with her fingers, spied the jutting clit and placed her mouth to the puffy red slit. She found the clit with her tongue and rolled its tip across the inflamed pleasure button. It was nothing more than a tiny prick and she sucked and lapped it until Vicki shuddered and expelled a squeal of intense joy.
Marsha and Elisabeth looked at each other. Marsha could read the rekindled lust in the other's eyes, and knew that hers must reflect the same thing. Both of them had become horny again, and said so to each other.
Vicki smiled wanly. "Listen, why don't we do it this way?"
She explained that she would eat Marsha's box, Marsha could eat Elisabeth's sweet pussy, and Elisabeth could complete the triangle by lapping Vicki's cunt.
"That way it'll be a cunt-sucking triangle of pleasure. Agreeable to you two?" The other girls, hot with fevered passion, agreed and assumed the suggested positions.
Marsha had never known that a woman could give her pleasure like she was experiencing now. It was amazing how little she really understood about sex. But as Vicki's greedy tongue probed into her steaming cunt, she decided that philosophizing about it would bear very little fruit and that the best thing she could do was to give Elisabeth the same exciting sensations that Vicki was giving her. She concentrated what energy she could spare on Elisabeth's still wet pussy.
The long-legged brunette had a pungent odor to her snatch, but Marsha breathed deeply of it and fastened her lips on the stiff clit. It was really an unusual situation. Here the three of them lay; open to the sky and air and earth, heads buried in each other's cunts. What if someone came up? Marsha guessed that that was one of the things that made the Triangle of Twat Tasting such an incredibly exciting combination. Each girl sucked pussy with wild abandon, giving as good as she got, until they had all climaxed and lay spent on the grass, their bodies glistening with sweat.
Elisabeth finally sat up, breathing a deep sigh of satisfaction.
How was it?" she asked, directing her query toward Marsha.
Marsha's breathing had slowed some, and she felt warm and satisfied, basking in the sense of well-being having her cunt lapped had given her.
I have to be honest and say I really enjoyed it. I'm sorry if I spoiled it with my inexperience, but it was a first for me."
Vicki hugged her knees to her tits and shivered, despite the heat of the sun bearing down on them. "You made up for inexperience with enthusiasm."
How long have you two been going down on each other?"
About three years." Elisabeth answered. "We got started on summer holidays, and we do it whenever we're together."
"Yeah. The rest of the time we let our boyfriends do the cunt-lapping. Right, Elisabeth?"
The brunette stretched, pulling her tits flatter on her slender ribcage. "You bet. Like I said at the beginning, we go both ways. We like our bread buttered on both sides."
Marsha nodded understandingly. She felt the same way now. She liked a man's cock in her cunt too much to give herself wholeheartedly to letting a woman suck her off, but it provided a thrilling sidelight to her sexual enjoyment.
"I see your viewpoint, and I agree. I'm really glad I came today."
"So are we," the others chimed simultaneously. They all broke into laughter at that.
"Listen, I've got to go to the store for a few things," said Elisabeth, standing and looking around for her discarded swimsuit. She found it and began slipping into it. "Vicki, take Marsha upstairs and give her a real treat with a little different twist this time. How about that, Marsha? Will you stay till I get back?"
"Please do," implored Vicki. "I've got another sex thing I think you'll really like."
Marsha grinned. What else could they spring on her? She was curious, and had to find out.
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess so. But first I have to call someone; a boyfriend of mine that I haven't been treating right. I think maybe it's time I showed him a friendlier side of me."
"The friendliest side a girl can show a man is on her back with her legs spread wide," offered Vicki.
"I know. And I can be very friendly."
"Sure. Make yourself at home." Elisabeth left them standing naked in the sun.
"Come on, Marsha," said Vicki, touching her arm after they had watched Elisabeth slink away. "My equipment's upstairs."
Marsha raised her eyebrows. Equipment? She wondered what its exact nature could be.
Well, there was one surefire way to find out.
She grabbed her swimsuit and followed Vicki into the house.
CHAPTER FIVE
Robbie had just lifted the pull tab from a can of Schlitz and emptied half its contents down his throat when Elisabeth pulled beside him at the shop. He had been cruising about the city most of the morning, going no place in particular, gathering his thoughts. Last night's fuck with his sister played on his mind. He wasn't sure he could adjust himself to the fact of incest now that the lust had subsided. In broad daylight things often looked different than in the garish light cast from electric bulbs, especially when that artificial light limned the outlines of a hot tight pussy. Every time he thought about Marsha's firm tits and wet pussy, he got half a hard-on, which irritated him at first, but which he had now resigned himself to. He had to admit that she turned him on, just the thought of her enough to make his balls ache with the memory of his jism exploding hotly into her spasming twat.
He didn't hear Elisabeth the first time she spoke to him. It was only when she had approached his car that he became aware of her, and that was simply because she leaned inside the car, her delightful tits pressed against the arm he hung out the window, and said, "Boo." It wasn't original, but it was effective.
"Gee, Robbie, you look lost to the world."
He stared into her deep brown eyes, and noticed the sensuous mouth that pulled away from her lovely white teeth in a tantalizing smile.
"Guess I was. How are you, Elisabeth?"
"Horny." He would have ignored the remark, since it was the kind of outrageous answer favored by his generation, if he hadn't noticed the movement of her eyes. They seemed to catch sight of something, riveting her gaze to it. Robbie realized that his partial hard-on was rapidly becoming fuller, and the tasty-looking girl had spied it. He felt the heat flush over him which only made his prick more erect.
He liked Elisabeth. There was a free-spirited quality about her. She didn't seem as uptight as most of the other girls around town. He had trouble effectively communicating with them, but never Elisabeth. The fact that she was beautiful didn't harm his respect for her either. Some attractive girls in town were too tight-assed; their haughtiness put him off. But Elisabeth was free and easy, and always seemed genuinely glad to see people.
"You look like you've been swimming. I guess that's a good way to cool off when it's as hot as it is today."
"Um-hm. Some kinds of heat aren't always satisfied by cool water." He was finding it hard to ignore the implications of what she was saying. "What are you doing?"
"Passing time. I got no place to go, so I just ride. Want a beer?"
"Yeah." And she pulled out of the window and walked around to the other side of the car and got in. He watched her every step of the way. He was sorry she had taken away the soft touch of her tits from his arm, but when she slid in with her long tanned legs and her ample ass cheeks protruding from the bikini, he didn't seem to mind it so much. As she had walked around the car, he slipped his hand inside his pants and laid his dick flat against his belly so that the bulge was less noticeable and a bit more comfortable. He could feel it pulsating below his navel right now.
Robbie handed her a beer and watched her drink it in rapid gulps like a man.
"These are really cold," she said, smacking her luscious lips. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." He could see her right boob straining against the fabric of her bikini.
"Why don't you pull around back and find some shade?"
It wasn't a bad idea. The heat shimmied the air about them, giving a ripple quality to their vision. He cranked the car, backed out and parked beneath some oak trees that hung over a fence which skirted the store's parking lot.
"That better," he asked, admiring her tit again.
"Um-hm. You still going with Betty Miller?" she asked, now sipping from the bear can. He watched her tongue flick across the aluminum top sensuously and involuntarily stiffened his cock muscles, making the stiff wang throb along its entire length.
"Off and on."
"She a good lay?"
Robbie was startled by the bluntness of the question.
Since he hadn't screwed Betty, he couldn't really answer. He didn't know whether to bluff and offer an evaluation of her sexual prowess, or be honest and admit that he had never sampled her, snatch. He decided that the truth was the best with Elisabeth. She'd probably asked Betty the same question about him.
"Who knows? She won't fuck."
"That's too bad. I bet you could really put the meat to her. If what I've seen today is a sample, you look willing . . . if you could just find someone to take that ample rod."
She was forthright, though he knew his dick wasn't as long as some of the studs he'd seen in the showers during gym class.
"You've noticed then," he said, playing it cool, and rubbed his hand across the zipper line of his pants, beneath which his stiff cock lay.
"I couldn't help it. That pole was up when I got here. What you been thinking about to get you so aroused?" She edged closer to him, taking the remaining beer cans and putting them in the back seat. He couldn't help but notice the imprint of her nipples through the swimsuit.
"You. I was thinking about you, and, bingo, there you were."
"Bullshit," she said leaning her head close to his. He kissed her full wet lips. They were tangy with a taste he couldn't quite place, but knew he recognized. While he probed with his tongue and she answered, he lifted his hands to her boobs and slid them inside the bra top. The nipples were firm in the palms of his hands, fiery hot, and he pulled her to him. Her fingers went to his zipper and jerked it open, then slipped inside to circle his prick-head.
"Bingo," she said and squeezed. She nibbled his lips and stroked his hard tool with expert fingers. He could feel his cock respond to her tugging and squeezing by swelling its head with each stroke. He shoved one denimed leg between her legs, holding it against her crotch, and she began to move against it.
They were so engrossed with each other that neither heard the approach of Barney, the storeowner, who was taking out the morning's accumulated trash.
"Hey!" he said, banging on the cab. "You kids stop that. If you want to neck, go someplace else. You'll give the place a bad name."
Elisabeth turned; her full tits erect with passion and free of the confines of her swim suit. She smiled at Barney.
"Sure, Mr. Holden."
The craggy storekeeper's face flushed with astonishment. "Jesus Christ," he breathed. Elisabeth let him get an eyeful, and then flipped the cups back over her nipples.
"Let's go to my place, Robbie. I'll come back to get my car later. Besides, I've got a surprise for you there."
"Sure," he said hoarsely. They left Barney standing agape, his trash at his feet, and the flush of lust gripping his prick.
He thought maybe he'd take off early for lunch, leave the store in the hands of his checker, and go home to his old lady. He hadn't balled her in the middle of the day in years, but the sight of Elisabeth's young titties had set his nuts on fire. A little noontime nookey wouldn't be bad at all. * * * It was an eerie feeling, walking through the mansion stark naked. Marsha could feel her flesh tingling as she ambled behind the broad ass of Vicki. They crossed the plush carpet that filled the house, and went up the spiral staircase. Marsha felt strange to be calmly parading through in their pristine glory, boobs swaying, haunches, jiggling, and cunts open to view, except there was no one to do the viewing besides them.
They had obviously come to a bedroom, and Vicki stood aside to let her enter. When she squeezed through the door, Vicki calmly gave a fleeting stroke to one alabaster hip, and then followed her into the room, closing the door behind them.
"Just have a seat, Marsha. I'll have to find it."
Marsha sat on the bed, as yet unmade. Find what? She wondered as Vicki rummaged through her closet. Exactly what did the lovely girl have in mind? Marsha had decided that a little cunt-lapping would be enough to satisfy her again. She wanted to call Jack before too late, set up a date with him tonight to make up for her ridiculous behavior last night. But she could think of no better way to pass the time than with the experienced girl fishing through the closet, unless maybe she had Robbie atop her, his cock reaming the insides of her cunt.
"Ah, here it is!" Vicki shouted with satisfaction. She turned to Marsha with a large black rubber shaft in her hand that had straps dangling from it. As Vicki brought it closer to her, Marsha became aware that it was shaped exactly like an erect male cock, with a massive head almost two inches long.
"Gosh, what is that?"
Yield grinned, brandishing it like a sword. "It's a dildo."
"But what are you going to do with it?" she asked incredulously.
"Strap it on and fuck your eyeballs out. Or let you strap it on and do the same for me. Which way would you like it to be?"
The rubber cock was so huge Marsha wasn't even sure she could take the oversized head, much less the rest of the big black artificial dick.
"You take it first."
"Sure. Elisabeth and I fuck each other with it every now and then."
Vicki showed Marsha how to strap the dildo on, and they both laughed when they saw the giant prick swaying from Marsha's blonde-fringed crotch.
"Better use this to make it slick. Otherwise it'll be impossible to get it in."
She handed Marsha the lubricating jelly, and the blonde loaded the slick substance on the huge rod. As she did so, Vicki slipped a finger into her throbbing twat in anticipation of the upcoming plunge.
"Jeez, Marsha, hurry. I want to feel that thing inside my cunt," Vicki said, clambering on the bed, kicking away the covers so that only the bottom sheet remained. Her legs spread wide, popping open her puffy pink cunt-lips. If her twat had been a mouth, Marsha would have expected it to lick its lips in expectation, but even so it had achieved the same purpose. The slit was moist and ready, and Marsha eased her knees on the bed and wriggled her way across the rumpled sheet. The dildo was like a black arrow moving in slow motion towards the bull's-eye between Vicki's legs.
Marsha placed the massive head to Vicki's swollen cunt-lips and pressed forward. She didn't really believe that the girl could take the huge shaft, and was not surprised when she felt Vicki tense beneath the push of her hips attempting to force the too-big prick into the too-small hole. Then the red-headed girl relaxed and Marsha slowly inserted the cock-head of the gigantic dildo a little way into the flared pussy until she thought Vicki's cunt would have to rip open to take it.
Vicki whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop?" asked Marsha. Vicki shook her head.
"Not now," she said, moaning. "I can take it. I've done it before. Put it all the way in my cunt. And don't mind if I cry out."
Marsha was on edge at the obvious discomfort of the girl. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to inflict pain. But Vicki said she wanted the rubber cock buried within her cunt, and so she steeled herself to obey Vicki's command.
"Don't be so gentle, Marsha. You're going to have to shove it to me. Don't worry; a woman's cunt will stretch. Fuck me hard."
Marsha gritted her teeth and hunched forward. Vicki's cunt-lips were forced open, and with a savage lunge the huge cock-head popped into the stretched cunt mouth. Vicki shivered as Marsha unmercifully jammed it into her dilating pussy, the walls of her cunt hugging the massive artificial dong.
"That's it! Oh . . . deep . . . er ..."
Marsha began to hunch rapidly, watching the play of emotions across Vicki's face. The initial grimace of pain very soon gave way to a rapturous glow of ecstasy as Vicki began to fuck back. It was unbelievable that her twat could stretch enough to ever take the huge dildo, and now she rocked and humped in obvious pleasure at the continued thrusting c � her sex mate.
"Good . . . so good."
Marsha pressed herself to the writhing redhead, her tits flattening against Vicki's. She could tell from the ecstatic groaning how much pleasure she was dishing out, but was shocked to realize that she herself was growing excited from her furious hunching. She felt a sense of power even if the dick wasn't really hers; aware of the potency packed in the male organ.
"Harder! Faster!"
Vicki clutched at her shoulders, pressed her heels into her butt, and kissed her passionately.
"I can feel it all the way up in my belly! Fuck me harder!"
The redhead, locked in the throes of passion, pressed her mouth to Marsha's in another tongue-lashing kiss only to release her to scream in lust-driven ecstasy.
"Oh, I'm coming! COMING! UHHHH!"
Marsha gave her cunt a few extra strokes with the rubber cock, and then lay atop her, exhausted. Vicki began to kiss her, little nips at her cheeks and chin, mouth and neck.
"Wonderful," she breathed. "Just let me catch my breath, and I'll fuck you."
"Oh, no," Marsha protested. "I don't think my pussy's big enough to take it."
"Bullshit. Let's get our strength back, and then you'll find out just how thrilling it is to have that fake pecker rammed up your snatch."
"If you really think I can ..." Marsha just knew that she needed something. Her cunt was anxious for relief. She pulled the rubber dick out of Vicki's twat and lay on her back beside the satisfied redhead. Her fingers lifted the thick sex-slicked cock and stared wonderingly at it.
Could she take such a huge dong? Vicki had said a female's cunt could stretch, but there were limits to anything. Nonetheless her pussy - was burning with desire, and if getting fucked by a dildo could quiet it, then she'd just have to take it. She undid the straps and passed the cock to Vicki, surprised at her reluctance to give it to the other girl.
She watched the luscious redhead stand and attach the dildo to her. Vicki had already begun to wind down from her pleasure peak. Her nipples, once erect brown paints, were now soft purple poppies, lying soft on the pink mounds of her boobs.
Then Vicki was ready, and it was no longer her nipples that attracted Marsha's attention. The wicked dong jutting from below her belly drew the blue-eyed gaze of the horny blonde. She followed its every sway as Vicki climbed on the edge of the bed. Inexplicably she wanted to take the rubber dick in her mouth, but felt silly at such a ridiculous thought.
"Just relax now, Marsha. Don't panic when I try to put it in your cunt."
Marsha could hear the soothing voice of Vicki, but did not take her eyes from the substitute prick shaft until it became too awkward to follow its descent towards her palpitating cunt.
"I'll try." She watched Vicki mount her, holding the head of the pliant rubber cock near her fluttering snatch.
God, I hope that thing won't tear my cunt, thought Marsha fearfully. It's so big, and the only other dick I've gotten fucked by was Robbie's. Not even twenty-four hours have gone by since I lost my cherry, and now I'm going to try and take this giant cock. Jesus, I really want to get fucked with it, but I'm scared.
Vicki still sought to reassure her. "Remember that I took it. You can, too. Okay?"
Marsha indicated her readiness once more, and Vicki brought the bulbous prick-head into contact with Marsha's blood-swollen cunt mouth. She prodded the cunt-lips apart with the huge cock-head, and felt Marsha stiffen beneath her.
"Relax as much as you can."
"I will," breathed Marsha, letting the tension in her belly melt away, though she still quivered somewhat.
Vicki edged forward, and Marsha's cunt began to protest, with pains shooting away from her pussy stretching to receive the huge prong.
"Oh, you're hurting me! Maybe we shouldn't ..."
"You can take it!" said Vicki, and Marsha was ashamed of her fear. The yawning maw of her twat stretched vainly to take the artificial cock-head, but progress had been stopped short of entry.
"I . . . can't take . . . it!" gasped the tight-�pussy blonde. "It's no . . . use." She almost wanted to sob from frustration.
Vicki was determined to fuck the inexperienced girl with the huge dildo. Like Marsha, she, too, felt a sense of power having the big cock strapped about her, and she was not about to admit failure. She began to shove with full force to drive the artificial rod into the as yet unyielding cunt.
Marsha screamed as her cunt protested the attempt at violation, her hands clawing at Vicki's arms which propped her on the bed and gave her the leverage to shove the great prick relentlessly forward into her twat.
"You're ripping my cunt! Stop! Oh, stop!"
For a moment nothing happened; then the pliant rubber cock remolded itself from the pressure and Marsha's cunt dilated just a bit more, allowing the dildo to pop into the reluctant pussy hole. Air forced from within the soft inner folds of the stretched cunt fluttered its way free like a long sputtering sigh.
Vicki continued the pressure until the full length of the dildo was buried in Marsha's cunt. The blonde lay dazed by the erotic entry, her head lolling to one side, eyes fluttering from the packed feeling in her pussy. It was as though there was not room for one more molecule of anything to enter her stuffed box.
"Now dear for the enjoyable part." From the fog that surrounded her senses, Marsha heard Vicki promising something besides the ache that spread from belly to cunt mound to asshole, as though she had been torn apart.
Vicki began to fuck her hips in short, quick jabs like a boxer on the speed bag; then she slowed and pulled out over three-fourths of the buried rod, hesitated like she was balancing on the tip of the shaft, then plunged into Marsha's cunt with ferocity.
Marsha grunted, the first such plunge almost knocking the breath out of her. By the time she caught it again, there was no need to tell Vicki to stop.
"Fuck me!" she squealed. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me!" she chanted rhythmically, like a metronome keeping time with Vicki's hunching. Unlike the redhead now atop her, Marsha could not respond to the bouncing at her crotch, could not find the strength to fuck back at the tumultuous pounding her cunt was being given.
For the first time her cunt walls were being thoroughly massaged. No stroke missed her pleasure button. Her cunt-lips pouched out as the wondrously magic cock pulled out, then the puss lips sucked in as the prick drove forward to sink itself fully inside her hole. She could feel the massive head pounding the end of her cunt, and thought she would climax from the unique contact.
Whatever it was, the sense of fullness, the never missed stroking of her joy button, the pounding at the end of her cunt, or maybe a combination of all, her climax exploded on her like a tornado, and she twisted and turned under the solid impact of Vicki's savage pronging.
"Ohhh!" she shuddered, "I'M CCCOOOOMMM�IIINNNGGG! !"
Marsha pressed her heels to the mattress and pressed upward, arching her back; then when the rending explosion ripped through her, she collapsed, whimpering at the strength-sapping pleasure roaming wantonly through her. She was only dimly aware of her surroundings. The room reeled about her, as though she was drunk. She was drunk, drunk on sex, on the fantastic joys of fucking.
When her head cleared seconds later, she became aware of the ragged breathing of Vicki. The girl was still hunching away at Marsha's twat, as though she were a man trying to reach a delayed climax.
"Vicki . . . uh, I made it . . . oh, that's still good." Marsha wasn't sure any longer that she wanted the girl to stop fucking her. Already her pussy was sending out sensual ripples of pleasure.
"I know . . . but I . . . want you . . . to come . . . again."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears. She'd never thought of giving Vicki a second climax, and as the thrusting sent her lovely ass to squirming, she promised herself to make it up to Vicki afterwards. But right now it was her own raging cunt that occupied her mind. Vicki's would just have to come later...
CHAPTER SIX
The ride to Elisabeth's house was a harrowing experience. Robbie almost ran over the median of the roadway, rubbing his tires on the concrete curb, and just managing to avoid a little girl on a bicycle.
What was causing his discomfort and lack of control of his car was a handkerchief. Not just an ordinary one. This particular one was wrapped around his prick, and Elisabeth was calmly beating him off. Calm that is for her, but for him it was an unnerving experience. How the hell could he concentrate with her hand working at his throbbing dick?
He was glad when he finally released his load of jism into the white cloth. First because of the warm sensation that poured over him, leaving him momentarily weak. Second because he could now concentrate on the road.
Elisabeth balled the handkerchief up, and grinningly flung it out the window at a stray dog.
"Does that feel better, baby?" she asked, tucking his cock and balls back into his trousers.
He sighed with satisfaction.
"Believe it! You sure know how to please a guy. Have you done that before?"
Her fingers toyed with his crotch hair.
"So many times I've lost count. If I don't ball a guy, I let him get his nuts off that way. Leastways he goes home happy, and thinking he's really accomplished something."
Robbie listened to her forthright explanation, but was a little bit disturbed. She had said she jacked a man off when she wasn't going to fuck him. Despite the fact that he had just unloaded his balls into the handkerchief cast out into the road, he still wanted to fuck her, to bury his stiff cock into her soft cunt.
"Do you fuck much?" He had slowed down. Now that Elisabeth's insistent fingers were not gripping his prong, he had slowed to a safe cruising speed.
"You really want to know that, or are you just wondering if I'm going to let you fuck me?"
He turned to look into her impish face. Her lips were in a petulant pout, but her eyes glowed with the come-on look. She was certainly a beautiful piece, and he just had to fuck her.
"Both."
"Then I'll answer them both. Am I going to fuck you? Maybe, probably."
He felt the twinge in his balls at the sound of that. She went on.
"Do I fuck much? Enough. I'm not a virgin obviously and haven't been for a long time. I take long dicks, short dicks, young dicks, and old dicks. And you know something?"
"What?"
She laughed throatily, bubbling with exuber�ance.
"I've liked them all. Except the quick ones. I like a man who can screw me a while. Can you hold your nuts and give me a long fucking?" she asked, her fingers gently stroking his prick into life again.
"My first one's most always quick," he admitted ruefully. Then he grinned. "But I can ball all night from then on. And, baby, your hand job took care of the quickie."
"Umm. Sounds good. Change the maybe to a definite yes."
His cock filled out, throbbing at her words. She held the thick base in her hands and squeezed it until the engorged prick-head was purple with blood.
"I can't wait till I feel this cock-head spread my cunt-lips and drive home. Baby, that's a great sight."
"Well, you won't have to wait long. And for a man wanting to fuck you as much as I do right now, your house is the great sight. Though I'll bet inside it, you can show me something even better."
She murmured agreement as he pulled into the driveway and parked in front of the house. A bicycle stood off to one side.
"You ride a bike?" he asked when he opened the car door for the horny girl.
"Uh, yeah. Come on in," she replied, leading him into the house.
"You know, you've got a bike that looks a lot like my sister's."
"Have I?" she said coyly. "What a coincidence." He did not notice the mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Yeah, isn't it?" He followed her flared hips into the living room. Her ass cheeks had begun to peek out of her bikini, and they were as brown as roasted chestnuts. He was excited by the fact that they did not gleam whitely at him, and knew that she had either sunbathed in the nude, or been using a heat lamp to tan her delicious body.
He had expected her to go up the stairs to a bedroom but instead she went directly to the green velour couch. She turned then to face him, high-titted and flat-bellied, a veritable goddess of sex.
With a quick motion she freed her tits, dark objects of sensual delight, their points burnished a deep brown, and standing erect and inviting. Then she slipped her bikini bottom over her hips and he was staring at her black pussy patch, glistening wetly at him. He grinned at the total brownness of her body standing open to him.
"Are you just going to gawk, or get some action started?"
He shucked his pants, shirt and shorts, and shoes.
Her eyes devoured his body as his had devoured hers. He wished that from waist to toes he was not such a peek-a-boo white, but guessed she didn't mind that so much. Especially since her eyes were trained on his hard-on.
"Come on, Cocks-man, let's get it on!" She wriggled her hips in a summoning gesture, her hands rubbing her curly cunt mound.
Robbie didn't need a second invitation. He was across the room in a second, and took her in his arms, mouth pressed to hers in a wet probing kiss, bodies locked tightly together.
She moaned as she felt his cock against her belly, and they ground their bodies together. He could feel the wiry pussy hair tickling the base of his prick. Her nipples were flaming circles against his chest, and the hot tip of her tongue laved his mouth.
"You're some kind of woman, Elisabeth," he breathed, letting his hands stroke the delicate boniness of her shoulders. He began to stroke downwards, creeping ever nearer to her taut hips, until he could stand it no longer and clutched her ass cheeks fiercely.
In response, Elisabeth sought his muscular ass. They stood locked like that for several moments, bellies rolling together, cunt mound rubbing stiff cock, pulling each other tightly with their hands.
"Oh, baby, you're out of sight," he said, pulling away from her savage kiss and burying his face in her neck. Her long hair smelled faintly of chlorine, but the most powerful smell was the muskiness of her horny cunt.
He nibbled at her ear, and then tongued it fiercely.
"I can't stand that, baby! It sends cold shivers up my spine. It's just too damned exciting." She pulled away from him completely. "How about a little head? Reckon you could go for that?"
"You bet," he said.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, and took the base of his cock in her slim brown hands. He could see the swollen cock-head, the tiny slit topped by a small drop of pre-come. Her hair hid her face from him, but as he watched, he saw her tongue dart out and take the clear liquid on his cock-tip.
"Good," she murmured, then began to flick her tongue over the swollen crown.
Robbie had never been sucked off before, and he could not believe how exciting a blow job was. Elisabeth was really something, no denying that, but Robbie could not escape from the notion that Marsha had not taken his prick in her mouth, and he wondered how she would feel, sucking on his pecker.
Elisabeth had slipped the full tool into her mouth and was bobbing at it frantically. She really wanted his jizz, he could tell, but he was a long way from popping his wad now. There were a lot of things he wanted to do with his cock before he shot off again, a lot of places he wanted to explore with it.
He placed his hands at the back of her head and began to hunch, matching her bobbing. She had begun to suck as she moved up and down on his dick, and her tongue was swirling about the prick shaft. He could feel his cock-head striking the back of her throat, and was afraid that he might injure the delicate membranes gathered there, but Elisabeth's frenzied plunging on his tool eliminated that fear.
"Suck my cock, baby! You know it's good. Eat my prick!"
Her hands went to his balls and squeezed them. He felt the pleasure from her eager tactics shoot all over him. Then she gripped his hips and pulled him to her, burying the final bit of his cock in her mouth. She held his prick there for a moment, and he could feel her throat muscles working at the cock-head. He had to fight to keep from releasing his nuts right then, and gritted his teeth at the excruciatingly delightful agony of her expert blow job.
"Enough, baby! Don't milk me yet. I want to taste your cunt, and then fuck you."
Apparently satisfied for the time being, Elisabeth withdrew her hungry mouth from his rod, and stared up at Robbie's agitated face.
"You're not going to get off that easy," she teased. "I want to drink your cream before we're through."
She bent and kissed his balls, then took each one in her mouth and licked it thoroughly.
"Okay, but later. It's my turn to do a little eating."
Elisabeth stood up, her nipples stiff with desire.
Robbie tweaked each nipple, and then cupped them as he kissed her.
"You know a man usually eats in the dining room," said Elisabeth as she broke his fierce clench.
"Even when the main course is pussy?" Robbie asked slyly.
She pulled his cock. "Even then, come on, and I'll show you what I mean."
He followed her tart ass into the dining room. A huge table circled by nearly a dozen chairs was the center attraction. Robbie was impressed by the sheer sense of wealth that the room exuded.
Elisabeth perched her lovely ass on the table and grinned.
"If you're going to eat me, don't let it be said that I didn't let you eat in comfort."
She leaned back on the table, drawing her legs up and placing her heels on the edge of the table. Her drawn-up legs formed a huge V, the apex of which was the juicy cunt that was to be his meal. Her ass lay perilously close to the edge of the table, but he was captivated by the open cuntal attraction that beckoned to him.
"Pull up a chair, lover, and eat to your heart's content."
She had already begun to massage her luscious tits while she waited for him to go down on her box, and Robbie drew one of the stiff-backed chairs, softly cushioned, up to the table, and stared face to cunt into her moist, puffy slit.
Robbie sniffed the heady odor of musk, and then pressed his mouth to the slick pussy. Its softness yielded to the pressure of his kiss, and his lips sunk into the open gash. He drank the juice that had lubricated her cunt, and licked up and down the open pink slit. Elisabeth moaned.
"That's it, baby! Eat my pussy!"
He rimmed the puffy cunt-lips in a circular motion with his tongue, and then slipped it into her pussy hole. Elisabeth squirmed at the touch of his tongue.
"Lick it, Robbie. Lick the insides of my cunt! It feels so good."
He obliged her request, laving the inner walls of her palpitating pussy. He could feel Elisabeth's hands insinuating themselves between her thighs and his face, pulling her cunt-lips apart.
"Deeper, baby, make your tongue stiff and stick it deeper in my hole! Fuck my cunt, baby, with your tongue."
He stiffened his tongue and began to thrust it into the eager cunt. The soft sandpaper quality of his tongue found her clit and rubbed it furiously as he darted it into her pussy, and she moaned low and long, and began to squirm. He slid his hand under her butt and spread her ass cheeks, pulling her box to his face. She began to hunch at the insistent thrust of his tongue.
"My clit! Keep it on my clit. Rub it, baby! Faster! "
His tongue sought out her pleasure button and concentrated on stimulating it. Elisabeth bucked in wild abandon at his furious licking, and her hands grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull him deeper into her gushing twat.
"Suck while you're licking. It feels so good. Eat my cunt, baby!"
He pressed his lips to the pulsating gash, and added sucking motions as she had requested. He could feel the erect clit with his lips and he took it and pulled at it furiously, the suction obviously driving the long-legged beauty into uncontrollable ecstasy.
"I can't last much longer. Eat my snatch, baby! Eat my cunt till I come! Oh, God, I love it!"
While his mouth worked greedily at her cunt, he slipped a finger into her asshole, and began to massage the tender bung. He could feel the electric shock of realization as it hit Elisabeth, and she squealed as the twin invasion sent her across the line into a bucking climax.
"God, God, God! Oh, don't quit! I'm going to come again!"
And she was right. The combination of tongue and mouth working at her cunt, and finger in her asshole sent a second shockwave of orgasm through her body.
The second climax seemed to sap her, and while she didn't come to a complete stop her vigorous humping slowed perceptibly. Robbie sucked for a few moments more to ease her down from her pleasure peak and then concentrated on licking all the cunt juices still clinging to her puffy gash.
Finally he lifted his head, smacking his lips.
"A meal fit for a king," he said, and Elisabeth could only nod to him, her eyes still glazed with the last vestiges of pleasure.
"You're the best pussy-eater I've ever met, Robbie," she said sitting up. He continued to rub the insides of her thighs.
"My compliments to the chef, baby. You really turned me on with all your directions about what you'd like me to do to your twat. I really dig that."
Elisabeth pressed her palms to the side of his face and kissed him, her tongue exploring. She sucked voraciously at his tongue, wanting to taste her cunt juice on him. He gladly obliged, swathing her in eager response.
"I still got that hard-on, baby, and we need to do something about that."
She gazed down between his legs at the stiff rod swaying from his crotch. His balls rested on the chair cushion, framed by his hairy thighs, topped by the hard cock, and surrounded by a mop crotch hair.
"What do you want me to do? You name Robbie, and I'll do it." He could read the eagerness in her voice, and it made his heart thump faster know that a woman could be so desirous pleasing him.
There were a number of possibilities. They could go upstairs to one of the bedrooms and fuck in the old traditional face-to-face method. But he yearned for a little variety to his sex fun, and he had screwed that way with Marsha last night.
"Why don't you sit on my dick, baby? I think I'd really like that."
She giggled. "When I fuck somebody, they always like it."
She hopped down from her perch on the table, making her boobs sway tantalizingly in his face. He pulled her to him, and took one delicate nipple in his mouth and sucked it.
"Gee, but you're an eager one," she said, and straddled him and the chair, easing her crotch over his hard-on.
He felt the first touch of the warm soft cunt still slick with fuck juice and saliva, felt his cock-head push apart the tender hole. She dropped her cunt on his dick with titillating slowness, letting him feel her pussy mold itself to his tool, feeling the inner cunt walls grip his dong as she tightened them. His prick thickened at the contact, and throbbed as the blood rushed to the crown. He made his cock pulse within her hole in answer to the tightening of her cunt muscles.
"Snap that snatch, baby. It makes my prick bigger."
"Yeah," she breathed ecstatically. "You don't have to tell me. I can feel it."
It was awkward to kiss her warm tits now, but he continued to excite them with his fingers tracing the areolas, pulling at the nipples.
As she achieved complete penetration on his cock, he pressed her boobs against his chest and they sat, completely entwined like that, still to outward appearances, though her pussy snapped at his cock, and his prick throbbed inside her cunt.
"Preliminaries over," she said; "Time for the main event."
And with that announcement she began to snap her hips. Robbie, still clutching her to him, began to thrust forward in response to her hunching.
She had risen on her tiptoes to provide herself with more leverage as her silken-sheathed pussy stroked his hard rod. He gripped her ass cheeks to pull her to him in her thrusts. She lifted her tits away from him, and let them jiggle as she pounded his hard cock with her tight juicy cunt.
"That's it," he said, feeling his balls tighten in excitement. "Fuck it, baby! You're doing it right."
She grinned, and fucked harder. She began to wriggle her ass as she forced her pussy to engulf more and more of the male meat. The extra added movements sent further thrills shooting through his prick.
"Suck my titties while I fuck you. Oh, that feels far-out. Man, so far fucking out!"
He bent his head and took one of the jiggling boobs in his mouth. With one hand he massaged the other tit; with the other hand he pulled her ass to him while she humped him. He could feel her passion rising as he licked the straining nipple, and before he realized it he was biting the tit about the dark-brown point.
"Your teeth; Oh, you're eating my titties off!"
He relaxed from using his teeth, thinking that was what she wanted, and was surprised to find out the opposite.
"You can bite it, baby. Just don't bite it off. I like you to get excited like that." She pulled his head back to her tit, and just before he engulfed it with his mouth again, he caught sight of the angry red marks his teeth had made. He decided that she was merely in the throes of passion and that he would not bite her jug so fiercely again.
Now he got caught up in the frenzied action at his cock. He had held his nuts from blowing when Elisabeth had sucked him, but the possibility of holding off any longer was rapidly diminishing. Caught up in the throbbing of his cock, he began to fuck the wriggling, bucking, hunching girl with passionate seriousness.
"Do it, baby! I'm going to come! Do it with me!" he said.
"I am! Shoot your cum in me! I want your hot juice in my cunt! FFFUUUCCCKKK MEEE!!"
Seconds later she began to flush as her climax roiled over her. Then Robbie unleashed his jism with a fury, shooting it deep into her waiting cunt. She could feel the scalding sperm striking her cunt walls, flooding her insides. Her pussy began sucking motions, drawing every last bit of his cum from his balls.
She continued to hunch until she felt his cock shrink inside her hole, then relaxed and smiled at her sweat-soaked lover. Her pussy began to dribble the fuck juice as the cock which had plugged her twat up slowly dwindled away.
"Was it a good fuck?" she asked, sighing with pleasure.
"Urn, yes," Robbie was out of breath.
"I guarantee it, lover, every time."
Elisabeth wiggled on his lap and they kissed rather tenderly at first, only to have the tenderness ignite into a more passionate embrace.
"I thought you said you could last a long time after the first come," she reminded him coquettish�ly.
He was stroking her jug and nibbling at her neck. He cleared his throat.
"No problem. The hard-on will come back. Each time it does, I take longer to reach a climax. That's okay with you, isn't it?"
She murmured agreement as he delicately rubbed her belly. She could already feel his cock stiffening again, and she nudged it with her thigh. His hand dipped into her open cunt as she did so, and she laughed with obvious delight.
"Come on, lover. Let's go upstairs. I've got a sight that ought to really harden that delicious cock of yours. Two . . . uh . . . friends of mine are in the bedroom having a little sex fun. It might be interesting to watch."
She stood up, and he squeezed her firm ass. Then he followed her.
"You mean we're going to watch them fuck?" he asked, his balls already beginning to tighten in expectation. He had never thought of himself as a voyeur before. Watching fuck movies was one thing; but watching the real thing would really be exciting.
"Yeah, fucking or whatever they're doing."
He caught a mischievous tone to her voice, a hint of something that she was withholding. Whatever was going on up there her voice seemed to promise would really surprise him.
He grew even more excited at the prospect of seeing forbidden sex acts. He wondered what they could be.
The door was slightly open as they edged quietly across the carpeted hallway. Already, by simply watching the supple curves of Elisabeth's ass as they climbed the stairway, Robbie had achieved a full hard-on, and he had to restrain himself from flinging her to the carpet and fucking the hell out of her.
She turned and shushed him with a finger at her wet lips. He could not escape the feeling that they were like two children sneaking up on their parents while they screwed.
Even as she motioned for his silence, her eyes caught sight of the hard cock jutting below his taut belly, and she smiled in appreciation. It only made the blood pulse swifter through his shaft.
They edged close to the door and already he could hear the slurp-slurp of a cock being pounded into the wetness of a hungry cunt. Added to that sound was the ragged breathing of the fuckers, with an occasional moan of satisfaction to spice the action.
Then a voice, tinged with the gratification of lust floated to his ears, a voice that was hauntingly familiar. That voice could not belong to who he thought it did. He stepped closer to the door so that his eyes could confirm his ears.
The sight swamped him with its alien-ness. It was nothing like what he had expected. Like the tabloid of some strange underground movie, he watched in rapt fascination the writhing on the bed.
Vicki was still atop Marsha, still plunging the dildo into her cunt. Robbie recognized only his sister, but she seemed to be part of a fantastic landscape.
The twin female bodies were soaked with sweat, plastered together in their slickness. As though he were watching the whole proceedings through a telescope, he watched the unfamiliar female form hunching above his sister's spread body. Not only were Marsha's thighs splayed from her crotch but her arms lay straight out from her shoulders as though she were being nailed to a cross-though it was apparent that her agony was in reality ecstasy.
Marsha moaned weakly. She had already lost count of her orgasms, of how long Vicki had been fucking her with the pliant rubber dick. She had decided that Vicki was a superhuman creation, untiring, a machine that had been turned on and which had no turnoff switch. Not that she was complaining.
She flopped her head to one side, and stared out through eyes that would not focus sharply. She seemed to see a vision of a tall naked man. She closed her eyes for a moment, but when she reopened them, the vision had not dissipated. From between his thighs jutted a stiff prick and the naked man had gripped the erect rod and begun to stroke it. It seemed such an appalling waste. There were better things to do with a stiff cock.
As if in response to her thoughts a woman, brown-fleshed and long of limb, knelt in front of him. Marsha watched the kneeling figure remove the hand and take the stiff cock in her mouth. The bobbing of the long-haired female's head seemed to match the rhythm of Vicki's thrusting in her cunt.
"Last . . . one . . . Marsha," whispered the voice in her ear. She could only nod, Vicki's hair brushing her cheek as she did so.
She let the climax build quickly then, helped on by the blurry vision of cock sucking that she felt she was imagining. She climbed upward to the peak she had been to so many times before, and with an ecstatic leap she launched herself into a roiling, bucking slide down the sex-slick peak. She shuddered again and again and again, screaming one last long time with the sheer excitement that gripped her.
"OHHH! FUCK ME! COMING SO GOOODDD!!"
Marsha almost passed out, and fought to keep her consciousness. Having achieved an exquisite orgasm, she expected the vision to disappear, but instead it shifted its posture.
The male separated himself from the woman sucking his prick and darted across the room. Vicki arose from her at the sight of him. He grabbed her, stripped the dildo lathered with fuck juice from her and pushed her to the bed beside Marsha. Then with a savage cry he jammed his cock in Vicki's open cunt, eyes fiery with lust.
Vicki made only the slightest protest, and when his prick entered her twat, she cried out in throaty response. They began to buck and roll beside her, and Marsha became dimly aware that the apparent vision might be real after all.
"Fuck her, Robbie!"
Elisabeth's voice rang loud and clear. Marsha blinked twice, forcing her eyes to focus, and recognized the tanned figure of the young girl. Elisabeth's eyes were likewise filled with lust, and they were trained on the bed, looking past Marsha to the spot to her side.
Now growing more aware of what was happening, of the reality of it all, Marsha turned to face the wildly fucking couple beside her.
She gasped as she discovered that the man from her dream was indeed real, was indeed fucking Vicki, and was, most surprising of all, her brother Robbie.
"Put the meat to her, Robbie! Fuck her, baby!" Elisabeth shouted. Marsha worked her way off the bed, which had begun to shake with the violent screwing going on at her side.
She staggered as her head swam, but the wooziness passed. Making her way across the room, she leaned against the dressing table and watched the energetic balling on the bed.
Elisabeth ignored her, her eyes also locked on the furious fucking. She sat down on the carpet so that her eyes were level with the bed, giving her a better view of the locked sex organs of the pair on the bed. Marsha watched her place her right hand between her spread legs and began to move it in time with the hunching. Her eyes never left the arousing sight of the fucking couple, and her breath shortened into quick little bursts.
Marsha returned her gaze to Vicki and Robbie.
Robbie's ass rose and fell in an erratic rhythm, alternately quick and sharp, then a long withdrawal and a deep plunge. The hair-fringed hole that was taking the stiff cock was like a stretched mouth that seemed to puff and suck on the shaft. Robbie would withdraw and the cunt-lips would follow by pouching outward, then he would thrust forward and they would be shoved inward.
Vicki's hands moved from his back down his spine to his tightened ass cheeks. He responded to her touch by increasing the force of his thrust, and Marsha watched the great sac of balls that dangled from below begin to slap Vicki's ass. They would sway back when he rose and then swung forward with a rush as he plunged to smack into her cunt with a resounding thwack. They reminded Marsha of a gnarled hand slapping a baby's bottom.
"Jeeeez!" wailed Vicki. "FUCK ME!"
She wrapped her legs around him, putting he heels in the wrinkle where his legs joined his ass and pulling him to her.
Marsha felt a twinge of jealousy. Vicki had done such a wonderful job of fucking her that she had personally wanted to give this kind of excitement to the redhead. But she had to admit ruefully that no woman could give another woman the kind of joy Vicki was experiencing now. The male cock was a powerful thing, and there was no real substitute for it.
She watched Elisabeth then. The tall tanned girl had leaned back in a supine position. Her hand was still busily diddling her cunt, and she had placed her heels on the carpet to increase her thrusting power.
Marsha decided to help Elisabeth out.
She snatched the dildo from the floor and quickly strapped it on. All the while she watched Robbie's ass rotate and plunge, so that she could effectively mimic that action.
Then she was above Elisabeth, standing between her arched legs. Elisabeth looked up at her, saw the rubber cock swaying from her and removed her hand.
"Put it in my cunt," she begged.
Marsha swiftly obliged. The insertion was smooth and sudden, with very little strain before she had the cock all the way in Elisabeth's horny snatch.
In seconds Robbie and Marsha McComb were twin engines of pleasure for the lovely girls beneath them, both concentrating on thoroughly fucking the two cunts that they filled.
Before long both Vicki and Elisabeth were squealing in unison as they were engulfed by exploding climaxes. Like a duo that had practiced harmonizing for long hours, they screamed at the same instant.
"I'M COMIIIING!"
It was a pretty pleasant way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Anna McComb was unaware of what her two children were up to at the moment. Not that it would have mattered much to her. She had already rediscovered what sex meant to a person. Discovered it in the person of her brother-in-law. Had she known what her son and daughter were doing, she would have most probably given her blessing. Certainly she was not protesting at the joy of orgasm, and the several times Al had mounted her, or that she had mounted him.
Now, though, she lay languidly on the mussed bed. She had rejected the guilt that had earlier made her uneasy, and given herself completely to this new role. Call it adultery; it was better than dying on the vine from lack of fucking and sucking.
Al had slipped out about a half-hour before, promising to round up something to eat and pick up some things from the cleaners.
Now she heard him at the front door, and rose from the bed, stretching like a satiated cat. She padded over to his closet and took a dark-green robe from its confines, slipping it over her nakedness. Then she joined him in the kitchen.
He smiled broadly when he saw her, and took her in his arms, lavishing a probing kiss as greeting. She returned it with fervent ardor, and for one dizzy moment almost reached for his crotch to stroke his prick.
"I bought some wine and cheese and fruit. I hope you don't find it too Spartan." He held her near, his arm about her shoulders, one hand stroking her shoulder.
"No, it sounds rather appropriate. It'd be a shame to follow a feast of love with a feast of food. After all, gluttony is a sin."
He chuckled. "If you are the food of love, my dear, then my one desire is to be a gourmet."
"That sounds a bit lewd, darling," she said, taking the proffered glass of wine.
"Well, if I didn't mean it that way, I should have."
He loaded everything on a platter and they proceeded to the living room. Seated side by side on the plush couch where earlier Anna had sucked him off, they enjoyed the pleasure of aged wine and cheese.
"Tell me, Anna, are you free tonight, or must you hurry back to your brood?"
She shook her head. "I don't have to hurry home. Robbie and Marshall probably go out tonight, and I'll just call them and tell them that I'm going to the club dance. Then we can do whatever you like. Though I hope it involves what I like."
His hand dropped to one silken-fleshed thigh and stroked it. "You know it does. I can't seem to get enough of you."
"I'm glad. Because I can't say that I'm tiring of you just yet either."
"That sounds like an invitation," he murmured, and bent to press his lips to her neck. She inclined her head to receive the kiss, and took his arms and pulled him to her. She could feel his eager hand between her thighs, one delicate finger sliding along her slick pink slit.
"Take it as you want to, but I could make love to you every minute of the day." She spread her legs wider and moved her hips in response to the probing of his fingers in her box. "Can't you feel me now; feel how much I want you?"
"Ummm," he said, virtually gnawing at her throat. His finger found the entrance to her cunt hole, and darted inside.
Anna lolled her head back, and strained against the finger, which at that moment was exploring the walls of her pussy. She began to hunch against it, and he, knowing how much it was exciting her, tantalized her by moving near her clit and then stopping just short of it each time. The suspense of his withholding his probing from her pleasure button drove her to shift her crotch to try and catch the motion and bring it to her joy spot.
She slid her fingers into his dark hair and jerked his head back from her neck; damp from the wetness of his kiss and throbbing from the sucking and biting he had been giving the tender flesh.
She pulled his mouth to her and slipped her tongue past his open teeth, swabbing the insides of his mouth with reckless abandon. The hot tip of her tongue touched his and they intertwined like wild vines out of control. She probed the back of his teeth as though somehow they could fuse into one being.
Finally they broke the passionate embrace, and Al let loose a great sigh. Then he stood up and began undressing, casting aside garments wantonly.
She smiled; glad to know that she had engendered such a response from him. Knowing that she had aroused him to such a fever pitch increased her own hominess, and as she stared at his nakedness, and the prick swaying menacingly from his crotch, and the sac of balls drawn tight beneath it, she pulled the robe from her and waited for him to fuck her.
His eyes flowed with lust, and she could see his cock spasm with anticipation. She bent her head forward and kissed his tool, all the while stroking the backs of his thighs.
"A different treat this time, Anna. Come up to me."
He took her hands and she rose to press herself to him tightly. Then they separated, and he stepped back and motioned to the carpet.
"Get on your hands and knees, darling," he instructed.
She was puzzled. She had expected him to tell her to lie down on the carpet, but this particular order caught her off guard.
Apparently sensing that she did not fully comprehend, he smiled reassuringly and said, "Trust me. There are more ways than one to skin a cat, and as many more ways to screw. Just get on the carpet like you were a baby crawling around, and I'll take it from there."
She did as he ordered; balancing herself on the palms of her hands and her knees, and waited expectantly. Then Al went out of her vision as he moved behind her, but in a few seconds she sensed his presence behind her.
She suddenly understood. Once again she had demonstrated how little she knew, and for a moment she was ashamed of her own ignorance.
But then he was at her, and she could feel the burning touch of his prick head, seeking entry into her cunt. Well, her twat was adequately juiced, and he should have no trouble getting his dick into her willing slit.
He placed his hands along her hips and thrust relentlessly forward. She could feel her cunt lips parting to allow his cock to enter, and the first thrills of excitement shot through her.
She could not tote up the times she had so wanted to be under the complete dominance of a man who understood the needs of a woman, and having understood could fulfill them with such perfect skill. Feeling the rise of Al's cock in her cunt hole, knowing the sheer sense of satisfaction his thickened shaft was bringing her, she knew that there was nothing else so completely necessary to the well-being of a woman. Or a man, she supposed, judging from the groans emanating from Al as he pushed his dick to full penetration.
God, it was good to feel a hard dick straining at her guts, probing her cunt for that glorious moment of union and total fulfillment. She threw back her head as Al gathered a final burst of strength before they were off on the mad dash toward orgasm.
"Here we go!" he shouted, and began to fuck her with long, deep thrusts, and she responded with a pent-up moan of expectation and shoved her cunt up to the driving cock. She could feel and hear the hard slap of his pelvis at her ass cheeks as his cock thudded into her twat. His hands were gripping her flesh and pulling her to him as he shoved the hard male meat to her cunt, and she wished she could lift her hands and touch his without toppling forward on her face.
"Fuck me, Al. Shove your cock in me, baby," she said in a tiny breathless voice.
He responded with even more savage thrusts, and she groaned her pleasure. The hard shaft was stroking the walls of her cunt, and it seemed to her to be growing larger with every thrust. She wondered if that were possible. Wasn't there a limit to how large a man's prick could grow?
The slap-slap of his crotch against her butt cheeks was a glorious sound accompanied by their ragged breathing. She could feel the ever-thickening shaft finding her clitoris with greater regularity, and was amazed at the very different feeling that dog-style fucking gave her. Instead of the swollen crown thoroughly massaging her clit, the soft underbelly of his prick was even now shooting exquisite thrills through her very being.
"Harder, Al! Deeper, baby!" she commanded, rocking with her head and body as she tried to shove her ass backwards to meet his hunching forward. Her boobs swayed with the same rhythm, and she wished that this position did not preclude Al's massaging her jugs, or even sucking them. But she was not arguing, nor did she want to change to a different position. Not with her pussy promising that very soon, at the insistence of Al's cock, she would be bucking her way through the prime thrill of orgasm.
"Keep your ass twisting, Anna!" he moaned. "Just like that."
She obliged by exaggerating her jiggling motion even more, and she knew from the groans of pleasure that she had succeeded in adding to Al's pleasure.
"Like this?" she breathed with joy.
"God, yes. Your cunt feels as tight as a teenager's."
She wondered how many teenagers he had fucked, but then realizing that she was feeling twinges of jealousy, she ignored that thought and accepted what she was sure had been meant as a compliment. After all, a lot of teenaged girls were getting more dick than she usually did, so why shouldn't her cunt be tight?
"Fuck me, Al. Put that hard cock up in my belly," she begged.
She had no time to think of anything but his rhythm as her cunt sent waves of excitement coursing through her flesh. Her sensitive twat was becoming inflamed with the heat of passion, reacting to the precise massaging of her clit.
"Keep it up, baby!" she told him. "There, ah, I'm going to come. I can feel it! Oh, it won't be long!"
Al caught up in the joyous response Anna was giving to his fucking, felt the juices gathering in his balls for that final explosion, and increased the rapidity of his strokes.
The two of them, fucking ever more hurriedly as the throes of passion gripped them, spun their way toward a simultaneous orgasm. Al's hands, grasping at the slickness of her pelvis, jerked her to him with savagery, and she accepted it with groans of encouragement.
"NOW!" she bellowed, as the white-hot moment of release washed over her.
"NOW!" he echoed as his nuts let go a huge load of sperm that lathered the sides of her cunt, and then followed with more cock cream until he felt that his balls must have completely shriveled up in depositing so much cum inside Anna's convulsing snatch.
They were silent for several moments as they gathered their strength and simply enjoyed the aftermath of their climax. They were still joined, his prick slowly shrinking in her quim as he pressed himself to her. She could feel its retreat and thought what a shame it was, and as if to offer a parting good-bye, squeezed the inner muscles of her cunt.
To her surprise his prick reacted to the squeezing. For a second she thought that his tool had risen in response to the clamping of her cunt walls on it. She worked her twat muscles again.
Sure enough his cock had stopped shrinking and thickened when she did that. She continued to squeeze his prick with her cunt muscles, and felt the shaft growing large again with every squeeze she made.
"You really can't get enough, can you, baby?" he said, aware of what she was doing, and grinning his assent to it.
"I wasn't kidding. I've got a lot of time to make up. There's a whole lot of fucking I've missed these last few years, and I'm looking for back payment. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? It's the best thing that's happened to me in quite some time. I told you once that I've always wanted to lay you. I knew it would be a pleasure to fuck you. I must admit, I haven't been disappointed. Not one bit."
"I'm glad. Now since I've got a rise out of you, what do you say we go through the dog-fuck again?"
He chuckled. She was right that his dick had fully responded to her, and was again stiff and swollen inside her horny cunt. But like before he had other ideas.
"Since you like to fuck so much, why don't I invite some friends over? There's a couple who get together with me a lot and we sort of share and share alike."
Anna wasn't sure she liked the idea. She had decided to give herself to Al and Al alone. She didn't know if she would feel comfortable balling with another man.
But then it hit her that perhaps she was sinking back into her old ways, denying herself pleasure when deep inside she really wanted to. And it was now apparent to her that she was curious about this other couple, curious about this other man especially. She liked Al's fucking, no doubt about that. But she hadn't known that until today. Who was to say that this other man could not fuck as well, would not please her as well? She resolved to accept Al's offer.
"Okay, call them up. But after we get in a little more screwing."
He patted her on the ass.
"Now, that's my kind of woman talking. I know you'll enjoy it."
"I trust your judgment, Al. You've given me a good time. I don't think it'll turn bad as long as you're involved."
"Believe it, Anna" He withdrew his prick from her anxious cunt.
"Where are you going?" she wailed. She liked the thickness of his cock filling her pussy. "Something new, baby."
He hadn't gotten from behind her just yet. She waited, and then felt the touch of the taut skin of his prick head.
"Lower, Al. That's my asshole."
"I know," he said huskily. "I'm going to give you a little ass-fucking. I'll bet you never had that before."
Anna recoiled at the touch of his cock against her tender bung. She didn't like the idea of getting corn holed, but she had said she trusted Al, and she had meant it. She tried hard to relax, to accept the push of his prong as he tried to thrust it up her brownie.
"Your cock's too big, Al. And my asshole's too little. Haven't you got any Vaseline or something to make it slick so you can get it easy?"
"Sure, I should have realized that. I'll be right back."
While Al was gone, Anna gave some serious thought to the buggering she was about to get. She wasn't sure that she wanted to get fucked in the ass, knowing as she did that there would be considerable pain involved. But then she remem�bered the pleasurable sensations earlier that morning, when Al's quick tongue had tingled the sensitive flesh of her bung, and she shoved the apprehension to the back of her mind. But still it did not completely disappear.
When Al returned, his cock glistened with Vaseline.
Anna released a sigh that had tightened her chest, and watched as Al got to his knees.
"Don't worry. If you keep yourself loose, you'll be past the first stage, and then it'll get really exciting," he assured her, taking his finger and sliding it into her taut asshole.
She jerked as he penetrated her bung, and then relaxed as she realized what he was doing.
"Better if I lubricate it some, too."
"Yes, of course. I'm willing to try this, Al, but please take it easy. I want to try everything I can, to improve my practical education of sex. It's terrible to be so damned ignorant of everything. I feel like a sexual infant."
"You're doing fine. Better an infant than an invalid. You're a natural lover, Anna, when you relax. And that's what you've got to do with this."
"I'll certainly try."
Anna felt the slick knob pushing at her bung, and drew away instinctively. She just couldn't make herself believe that the huge knob would be able to penetrate her small hole. For one wild moment, she pictured Al, locked in the throes of passion, forcing entry, and ripping the flesh of her brownie as he knifed his huge rod into her virginal bunghole.
"You're much too tense, Anna. Remember to relax. I'm not going to hurt you more than the very minimum. Okay?"
"Okay."
Al's fingers strongly gripped her hips. He pulled her towards him, and she could feel the cock head pushing at her asshole, while in response the flesh of the ring began to yield ever so slowly. What pain there was had so far been bearable, and she grew less tense as she began to feel that she had made much too much out of something that was quite tame.
But just as suddenly she was made aware of how she had lulled herself. She moaned loudly as Al gave a quick thrust while pulling her to him. His taut cock head popped into her shitter, lodging just enough so that the ring could close about the shaft where it began to taper. Pain shot out from her ass in ever-widening circles, like pebbles dropped in a stream, and she sucked her breath deeply, while every muscle grew tighter than before.
"Do you want me to quit?" asked Al solicitously.
"No! We've gotten this far. I'm committed. Go on, Al."
"I've corn holed lots of women before, Anna. They've all told me it was worth this beginning pain."
"God, I hope so! Go on, honey."
Al pushed forward, forcing his dick ever deeper into her clutching bung, every inch like a mile of torture for Anna. She almost fainted, but then the vertigo left her. If it weren't for the pressure of Al's hands, holding tightly to her hips, she might have withdrawn herself completely from the push of his cock.
But she gritted her teeth, and finally the pain which had threatened to inundate her calmed into a dull throbbing.
Then Al began to thrust farther, and Anna discovered that she had mistakenly assumed that he had fully embedded his cock up her ass. The rubbery tissue of her clinging butt-flesh twitched against the stiffened prong as it drove incessantly until his cock was in her ass to the balls. For the briefest of moments Al's dick laid buried deep within her shit-chute while the pain subsided again to a manageable level. Then Al began to withdraw and thrust, and she felt the slap of his heavy balls against her cunt lips as he buggered her.
He kept hunching her bare butt, although it was a very slow kind of drive forward and pull back. The ins and outs of his prick head in her tight ass were still painful, but not nearly as much as before. In fact, with every long, lazy stroke of his cock, the pain was being replaced with a vaguely erotic kind of pleasure.
Anna could hear Al groaning as the entire length of his burning shaft edged its way into the very depths of her bowels.
As Al continued to fuck her ass, Anna felt the dull, throbbing ache become replaced by a glowing pleasure that flowed from her pulsating brownie and swept up into her belly. At the same time, the continual slap of his sac of balls against her cunt was adding another kind of pleasure.
It was amazing the transformation that was taking place within Anna. As Al drove his dong into her asshole, until it seemed he was balls deep in her shit-chute, the rhythmic thrusting mad; Anna throw back her head and scream, not from pain but from pleasure. Her eyes rolled in her head until it seemed as if the whites were all that made up her eyes. Her tits heaved, but her breathing was still constricted.
"Faster!" she pleaded, and began to laugh from the sheer vibrancy of her excitement. "Oh, it's good!"
She was thoroughly enjoying the ass-fucking, more than she had realized she could. It was unbelievable the thrills that were shooting through from the pistoning prick diving ever deeper into her butt.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to meeee!" she chanted. "Fuck my ass, Al! Give me all your cock!"
Al's hips began to pick up speed at the urging of Anna's voice. He gripped her ass tightly and thrust savagely into the tight hole.
"It's like a goddamn furnace!" he moaned, pistoning with all his power. "You've got the hottest and tightest ass I've ever fucked. I don't know if I can hold on any longer!"
"More, more! FUCK MY ASS MORE!!" she bellowed.
Al closed his eyes and tried to hold back. Already his balls had begun to tighten and rise in the wrinkled scrotum, readying the big load that would soon have to come. But if Anna wanted more fucking, he would try to oblige her, for he wanted very much for her to enjoy getting corn holed since she was returning to him so much pleasure.
Anna lowered her head and looked back. She could see little of what was happening at her rear, but she could feel and hear it. Al's hairy legs were pressed tight to the backs of her thighs as he drove his prick recklessly into her red-hot asshole.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, and hunched back to him.
"Is it good?" he asked.
"Mmmm, it's good! SO GOOOD!"
Al was fucking with all the power he had, like a pent-up hurricane that was raging a coastline. Now he felt more like a volcano about to erupt.
"I can't last much longer! I'm coming! OHHHH, COMMMING!"
Anna continued to fuck her asshole right back at him, relishing the delicious thrusting of his cock. She felt the first burst of sperm as it exploded violently into her clasping asshole, the hot jizz laving the walls of her shitter in a veritable flood that threatened not to stop.
He had slammed deep in her butt and held his dick there as he unloaded the first batch of fuck cream, but he withdrew and thrust three more times before he shot the remainder of cum from his balls.
On the very heels of Al's climax came Anna's.
"JESUS, I'M COMING TOO!" she yelled as the lust gripped her, the rhythmically twitching pecker still hard enough for her to hunch her way through the final plunge into the abyss of orgasm.
It was unspeakably wonderful; raging through her like no other climax had ever done, leaving her gutted by the very thoroughness of it. It gripped her bowels and sent them spasmodically fluttering from the exquisite pleasure, and as if to compound it, she felt Al's finger working at her clit to add to the unbelievable reality of her coming.
She collapsed her arms numb from holding herself up, moaning weakly, yet not regretting even one moment of the buggering.
Al lay on top of her, his cock beginning now to shrink as he relaxed; sure that Anna had climaxed, too.
Al rolled them to their sides and they lay like that for quite some time, not moving, their bodies glued together by their own sweat, their sexual organs wet and sticky from the commingling of fuck juices. Basking in the warm aftermath of the experience, Ann admitted to Al that the ass-fuck had been all that he had promised.
"There are other things, too, that I think you'll enjoy."
Lying on the carpet, holding one another close, they were almost oblivious to the knocking at the door.
"That must be your friends," said Ann.
She no longer felt apprehensive about meeting them.
"Bring them in, Al. I'm anxious to meet them." Al just grinned as they slipped on their robes and he made for the door.
Anna watched him pause, and turn back to face her. She pulled up her robe, spread her thighs and winked at him with her hair-fringed pussy. Then he opened the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The shower was icy as it streamed in tiny rivulets down her flesh, rolling off her soft poppy-like nipples and down her silken belly. Marsha leaned her head back and felt the spray slam into her face. Already her body had cooled from the afternoon's fucking and sucking, though a deep throbbing within her youthful cunt still reminded her of the exciting things that had been done to it. The shower only served to add the finishing touches to her languorous wind-down from the pleasure peaks she had climbed with Elisabeth and Vicki.
She twirled the shower knob and gave it one last firm twist to stop its protesting drip, then climbed out onto the tile floor and toweled her nubile young body dry.
Staring into the mirror at the wet tangle of her hair, Marsha reflected on what had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. Much had happened to her-the loss of her virginity to her brother Robbie, the lesbian experiences with Elisabeth and Vicki this afternoon, the hard rubber cock she'd been fucked with. All of these things had happened to her, and in the process of their happening had somehow transformed her, had moved her out of her once completely naive, innocent world.
What most troubled her was the new set of attitudes she found herself presented with, and the wholesale acceptance came somewhat hard to her at times of reflection like this. When she merely reacted, as she had done with Robbie, as she had done with Elisabeth and Vicki, she was not troubled by them. It was only afterwards, when she was no longer horny or busy fucking and sucking that she found herself plagued by tinges of guilt, or a feeling that she had become an outcast, lacking any sense of morality.
She wrapped a towel about her wet hair and traipsed across the hallway to her room. There was no one in the house. She knew where Robbie was now occupied, but she wondered where her mother was. She wished she could feel free enough to confide in her mother how she felt, to discuss it with her, to question her about all the things that troubled her.
Marsha caught the jangle of the telephone, and frowned at the sound.
She sighed greatly, and plopped her naked ass down on the suede cushions of the chair beside the telephone stand. The pineapple-yellow material at first prickled her delicate ass cheeks, and then she nestled into it, and it was invitingly soft, like the soothing touch of a cat mewing and rubbing one's leg.
"Hello," she said demurely into the receiver, a bit breathlessly even though she had not walked more than a dozen feet in reaching the phone. It gave her voice a sex kittenish sound. She looped one leg over the arm of the chair, and felt the cold touch of the telephone cord, trailing along her thigh. Between her thighs the wheat-colored pussy hair, as soft as corn silk, gleamed wetly, limp from the shower she had just finished. She let her free hand trail to the very edges of her muff, and ever so softly twirled the hairs about her fingers.
"Hello. Marsha, is that you?" queried the voice on the other end of the line.
She recognized the husky voice of Jack and smiled to herself.
"Why, Jack, I'm glad you called. I've been telling myself I was going to call you sometime today."
Her long fingers had entwined themselves in the thick patch of cunt hair, and one finger nipped at the top of the inviting pink slit.
"You were? That's great."
He paused, and in the long awkward silence she heard the first patter of raindrops on the window behind her, and turned her head to watch the tiny beads gathered on the glass.
He went on.
"Listen, I want to apologize about last night. I guess I overstepped my bounds. I hope I didn't embarrass you with ... uh . . . well, what happened afterwards."
She had turned back from gazing out the window, and realized, as Jack's apology registered, that her ass had tilted lower so that her cunt was more open, and that her finger had trailed along her gash in slow, liquid strokes which warmed her cunt with the delicious probing.
Marsha thought back to the sight of Jack stroking his lust-thickened dong, hunched avidly over it in the front seat of his car. She felt a bit of shame float over her, not at what she had seen, since she had already learned to appreciate the sight of a male dick, erect and ready to fuck, but rather at what she had ridiculously put him through. She had been so silly, yes, even childish.
"No, I wasn't embarrassed. And it should be me who does the apologizing. After all, what you did was only natural."
Her finger had lunged into her slit at the thought of what she had so foolishly passed up the night before, and she thought of the sheer waste of the fuck cream which had poured into Jack's hand. There was a better depository for it, and given a second chance, she would actively seek the thrilling explosion of Jack's hard cock in her horny cunt.
Jack was silent on the phone, digesting her words. As if to fill the void, the sky thundered angrily, a mighty belch of a clap, and the heavy beat of rain on her window tapped out a solid rhythm on the pane. At the same time her finger explored her cunt ever deeper in a rhythm of its own.
Jack seemed to be puzzled, as the awkward lapse from his end of the phone told her. She wondered exactly how he was reacting to her blatant message.
"I'd really like to see you again," he said softly, as if he were afraid that he had misread her.
Marsha had a sudden vision of herself going down on Jack.
She was surprised at that thought. As of yet, she had never had a cock in her mouth, and suddenly the thought of sucking a prick, of licking it from stem to stern, sent a warm wave flowered through her damp cunt, with her finger insinuating itself ever deep into her hole.
She found herself grunting from the agitated pressure of her finger on her gash, and the erotic fantasy of cock sucking she was now having.
"I'd like to see you, too," she told him, and then grunted, her breathing growing ragged as she increased the rate of her diddling. "I think . . . we might have a more enjoyable evening than last night. Oh! At least if you're still familiar with a good place to be alone."
Again that pause, she wondered if he knew she was finger-fucking all the while they were talking. She could mentally see him tugging at his crotch. Already his prong must be thick and ready, and it was too bad the telephone separated them.
"I'm not sure I'm hearing you right, Marsha. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
His voice had gotten even huskier and lower in volume, almost a conspiratorial whisper.
"I mean, baby, that you won't have to beat your meat tonight. I've got a better way to massage it. Oh, Lord!" she moaned, expelling her breath in an erotic sigh.
She held the phone between her ear and shoulder, since she had moved the hand that formerly held it to her boobs, pulling at her stiff nipples while she diddled with the other hand.
Jack grunted with pleasure. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"It sounds great, whatever it is. I'm getting horny just listening to you."
"You should be. I'm finger-fucking myself. I'm sitting here naked, imagining that I've got you here, and that you're fucking the shit out of me. Do you hear that?"
"Yes." His answer was more a sudden release of tightly held breath than anything else.
"Does it make your dick hard, baby?"
"You know it. It's throbbing right now."
She leaned back, her eyes closed, her mind whirling from the excruciatingly delightful pain she was inflicting upon herself.
"Put your hands around your hard-on."
"I already have," he answered, tongue thick with the lust he transmitted over the telephone wires. Little electric pulses seemed to be going off in her cunt.
"Are you stroking your cock, Jack?"
His breathing had matched her own raggedness. "Yes. God, are you really naked?"
She wriggled her hips while she jabbed into the pink, hair-ringed hole with two fingers now, while her thumb rested on her clit and bit down into it with every jab she made.
"Naked as a jaybird."
"Ohmigod, I wish I was there!"
She moaned long and low.
"Me, too."
"Describe yourself to me. What are you doing now?"
"I'm massaging my tits, and my clit. My cunt' is so creamy that your prick wouldn't have the least bit of trouble sliding in."
"Go on."
"And my nipples are so hard-I can't tell you how hard they are from wanting someone to kiss them. Would you like to kiss them, lick them?"
She tried to bend her head forward and capture one of them in her own mouth, but it was physically impossible. She lost the phone from its cradle as she did so, and could not hear Jack's reply, but she knew that again it was affirmative.
She snatched the phone and replaced in between ear and shoulder.
All that came to her ears was heavy breathing, and she knew now that Jack, too, had begun to masturbate.
She thrust ever so rapidly into her quivering cunt, her fingers acting as though they had developed a mind of their own, seeking like a homing torpedo the erect clitoris, massaging it with a feverish intensity that sent ever stronger ripples of pain coursing through her body, up into her belly, the warmth of her inflamed cunt like a savage forest fire that could not be brought under control.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, wriggling her taut ass cheeks. "If this is good, I'll bet your cock is super"
"You know it. Christ, why don't we get together . . . tonight. Can you imagine how much I want you?"
"Not any more than I want you."
Which was true, she very much wanted him, and right now, despite the thrilling explosions building up in her ripe cunt, there was nothing like a cock. And right now that cock was in Jack's hands, being forcefully stroked, while she lay there simulating the very act that both of them had admitted that they wanted so much.
Jack was right. They would have to get together tonight for a fuck. But right now there was something else to concentrate on, one very wet pussy and one rock-hard prick, both perched precariously on the edge of self-induced orgasm.
"Oh, Jack, imagine that it's me you're laying the dick to. Imagine we're naked, our bodies pressed close, your cock so deep in my cunt, can you imagine that?"
Through his heavy breathing, she heard him mumble his reply, "God, what else could I be imagining?"
She had draped her legs over the arms of the chair to give herself a better access to her cunt. Already cunt juice had gathered at the lower edge of her sex slit, while her cunt lips had gorged with blood and stood puffy and eager. Her clit was straining forward with each thrust of her stiffened fingers, taking the brunt of them on its tip, and causing her to tighten her hips and hunch forward as she stroked the eager pleasure button.
"Fuck it, Jack! Go, baby!" she yelled as she felt the imminence of her own orgasm.
He did not answer with any other than ragged grunts as he worked methodically at his cock.
"It's me, baby! You're fucking Marsha. And tonight we'll try it again. Only then it won't be a dress rehearsal. It'll be . . . REALLLL!"
Marsha felt her cunt quiver as the impact of her orgasm shivered its way throughout her body. She threw back her head and let escape a delicious moan. As if in reply she heard Jack scream out hoarsely, "Shoot it all off! AAAHHHGGG!!"
For long moments they lay, each spent. Marsha held her eyes closed, so that she might concentrate on the warmth and calm that washed over her after her orgasm.
"Jack?"
"Yes."
"I meant it about tonight. Do you think you can find us a place where we can be comfortable and alone? Somewhere besides the back seat of a car, I want to get completely naked when I fuck you."
"Don't worry. Somehow, I'll get a place. I think my friend Jerry Pierce has an apartment at the Kensington. Eleventh floor, I think. Lord, I'm getting another hard-on just thinking about you."
She giggled. "Well, save it. Your hand doesn't deserve this one. It belongs to me. Right, baby?"
"Right."
"Tonight, then. Good-bye."
"Yeah, tonight. Good-bye."
Marsha hung up, and leaned back.
Eleventh floor of the Kensington, wasn't that where Uncle Al lived? Yes, she was sure of it. What a coincidence. What would her uncle think of her? Knowing him like she did, he would probably approve. Wouldn't it be funny if she ran into him? He was bright enough to know what she would be there for. Well, let him.
Another taboo had been broken. She had been the aggressor during the phone call, the one who made the overtures. And why not? It was as much desire on her part as it was on Jack's. She had finally decided that she wanted to fuck him, and had flat out told him so.
Was there anything wrong with that?
She gave one long sigh of anticipation which stood as her answer.
Not one damn thing wrong with wanting to get fucked.
CHAPTER NINE
Anna McComb had come to the very same conclusion. There was nothing wrong with wanting to get fucked. It was the most natural of responses, an idea that came back to her again and again. Naturalness was what she was seeking now, sitting on the couch, waiting for the introductions by Al, thighs spread invitingly for the visitors.
The man and woman Al had invited stood very still just inside the door, both pairs of eyes trained on the delightful pink cunt gaping wetly at them. The man, a tall slim, blond, hair stylishly long, chin forcefully square, dilated his nostrils in anticipation. From the intentness of his gaze, Anna knew that she had made a favorable impression.
His companion, dark-tressed beauty that she was, had also given signs that she, too, appreciated the sight of Anna's open cunt.
She was high-bosomed, wearing a silken sheath to allow freedom to her ample knockers, and the long slim legs that showed from her miniskirt were well-proportioned. Anna felt a twinge of envy grip her momentarily, then shrugged it off. She, too, had charms for men to drool over.
"Karl Stem, Jean Farmer, I'd like you to meet Anna McComb." There was a flicker of recognition in their eyes at the sound of her name. "My sister-in-law," he added.
Al, too, had recognized the sudden lust that had leaped into their eyes. He smiled at Anna and gave her a silent nod. She was making quite a hit with them, gathering from first impressions.
"A bit of a family affair, I see," murmured Jean. "I'm glad to meet you."
"Me, too," echoed Karl. "From the lovely sight I'm gazing at right now, I think we can dispense with preliminaries and get into something com�fortable."
"Like bare skin," said Jean, a broad smile spreading across her face. She had lovely, even white teeth, and an alluring smile that accented her beauty. And she had dimples.
The newly arrived couple began to undress and before long stood naked before Anna's admiring eyes. It was now her turn to show her appreciation for a delicious sight, felt cunt deep, enough so that she was aware of the fluttering of her pussy.
Karl first caught her eye. She had been impressed by the bulge in his pants from the first moment, and knew that it portended a well-endowed man. As he slipped off his shorts, the last garment that he stripped from his body, she stared in amazement. His prick, long and marvelously straight, jutted for almost ten inches from beneath his flat belly. Her mouth made an ever so tiny 0 as she stared with eyes that devoured the sight, and she heaved a great sigh of joy at the anticipated joys the massive dong promised. Above it blond crotch hair curled in wanton disarray, like savage undergrowth at the base of a giant tree. Even his balls looked large, capable of spewing forth rivers of scalding jism. Anna looked forward to tasting his fuck juice.
Jean was a statuesque picture of female beauty, and Anna felt twinges of surprise that she was so attracted to the sight of the dark-tressed beauty. She had never supposed that any other woman could stir such feelings of desire as Jean did. It had always seemed to her a primitive urge, a bit corrupt or debased, her wanting to have sex with another woman. Now, to her credit she felt, she found Jean appealing in a very basic way, understanding as she did so why the female form was such a desirable object for the male animal. She was no lesbian, but she knew the strength of the need for sexual contact with Jean. The silk-smooth skin, and the dark patch of pussy fur sent a shimmer of heat through her body, coursing out from her own juicing cunt and spreading all over her body.
Al took off his robe, and that left only Anna still clothed. She remedied that situation very quickly. The four of them stood poised and hesitant for a moment, as though waiting for a starting gun, and then Anna, drawn by the stiff prick jutting at her from between Karl's white thighs, moaned and took one tentative step towards him. It was the action that spurred them all on, driving Karl at her in reciprocal fashion, a fiery lust burning in his eyes, twin to her own passionate look.
Al turned to Jean, and before long they had toppled to the floor, his mouth seeking out the intimate places of her supple flesh, drawing tiny little moans from her slightly open mouth.
Anna dropped to her knees, and motioned Karl to the couch. She longed to taste his throbbing cock.
The hard rod swayed as he walked, beckoning at her with the purpled cock head, swollen with blood pulsing to it from one long vein that trailed along the underside of his dick.
"You have a beautiful cock," she whispered as he sat down.
"Thank you. But to me your winking snatch is the most gorgeous sight in the world."
He situated himself on the edge of the couch, so that his balls hung below the edge. The stiff shaft was immense, even longer than Al's, and the cock head had swollen into a miniature fist that frightened her with its size.
"I'm glad to see that you're not a timid woman, Anna," said Karl, gazing down into her angelic face. It fairly glowed as she stared at his huge rod, her tongue flicking her lips with saliva in anticipation.
"Timid women get fewer dicks than those who are not so timid."
"And you like dick?"
She puckered her lips and blew ever so gently across the cock head with her hot breath.
"I love it."
She bent forward and laved the thick cock head until it sparkled with spit. Then she licked the shaft until she was at its base. Her tongue warbled along the area where his cock joined to his body, flicking in snakelike snaps of her tongue, and then she traced the long blue vein along the soft underside of his powerful prong.
The sac of balls hung loosely between his legs, and she traced the outline of them with her tongue before she slipped one of them into her eager mouth.
"That's it! Oh, baby, you're going to be something. Suck my balls!"
She was glad to oblige. She held back her teeth and swirled frantically around the soft nut, her tongue searching every inch of the bag holding it. It was like a very precious jewel that had to be handled with care, because it was so fragile. She did not want to hurt him, and was very careful with his ball. She could tell from his moans that he appreciated her care.
"Lick it, baby. Your tongue's really hot."
Letting his nut slip from her lips' grasp, she lifted his balls and licked the area behind them. Tiny little hairs irritated her momentarily, and then were just another aspect of her enjoyment as they became wet from her saliva. Several times she flicked her tongue across the sensitive strip of flesh between his dick and asshole, and tiny intakes of breath from Karl told her of how tantalizing it was to him.
"Am I doing this right?" she teased him.
He groaned. "Just right. Keep that wonderful mouth of yours going. It keeps sending electric shivers through me when your lips touch me."
She smiled. It was good to feel that she had brought him pleasure. A woman should bring pleasure to her man, so that he might release his full potential, whether that took expression in cunt-lapping or just good hard fucking.
Karl had lain back on the couch and lifted his ass invitingly as she pursued her exciting actions. She let her tongue trail where his ass cheeks met, feinting towards his winking asshole. He moaned and lurched forward, so that for one brief instant the rough surface of her tongue was in fleeting contact with his soft bung.
"Ah, that's it. Lick my ass, will you, Anna?"
He had turned himself sideways as he said this, in order to afford her a better angle for her tonguing.
Anna paused, wary of what he asked. His ass was held up to her, and she could see the brown outer flesh of his asshole. Could she put her tongue in there? Did she really want to?
Then she remembered how she had felt earlier when Al had sucked her ass, and thought that it only fair that she give Karl the same treat. She knew he would appreciate getting his bung reamed as much as she had. His straining expectant ass told her how much he wanted it.
"Anything to oblige a man with a cock like yours."
Karl twisted his head around and stared back at her.
"You won't regret it. I'll give you a multiple climax."
Anna's cunt twitched at the sound of Karl's voice promising her huskily not merely one orgasm but many. She had no doubt from the size of his dick that he would do just that-prong her through many an orgasm.
From the corner of her eye she saw Jean and Al locked in a sixty-nine, Al eating Jean's cunt, while Jean returned the favor by sucking greedily on his cock. Anna might try that later, but right now she had an ass to eat out, and she decided to get at it.
She bent towards the white butt jutting up at her face, the pallid ass cheeks split by the gaping crack. She licked each cheek in languid circles. She knew enough not to plunge her tongue immediate�ly up the tight bung. What she intended was to build up his excitement to a fever pitch where he would be begging her to use her tongue in his asshole.
"That's good," he told her. "Now you're doing it. I love getting my ass tongued."
The hot tongue surging across his ass, winding about it in concentric circles that skirted the very edge of his ass crack, yet never managing to find the pulsating bung, had almost driven him out of his mind. Anna felt his body trembling as the passionate pleasure swarmed over him.
Anna was surprised. She had expected Karl to be so very sophisticated that he would take the ass-licking as though it were a rather mundane opening to their sexual experiences. Yet here he was obviously overcome by the thrill of it all. It pleased her to know that she was affecting him so.
"Everything all right, Karl?" she asked.
"Fine."
She gripped his ass cheeks, and spread them even wider. As her mouth licked up and down his crack, Karl began to wriggle. She reached up under him and gripped his rock-hard prick, and began to stroke it in time with her tongue action at his butt.
Karl calmed enough for Anna's mouth to find his tight brownie and lick around the taut sphincter ring. Then with a diving thrust she poked her tongue into his asshole. The invasion sent him back to quivering as the emotion overcame him. His head rolled from side to side, and he brought his hands back and pulled his ass cheeks apart even more. Anna marveled at the effect the reaming was having on him.
"Suck my ass, that's all I want," he begged. "Eat my bunghole out!"
Anna continued to explore his asshole with her tongue, while keeping up the steady action at his prick with her hand. She could tell from the movement of his balls that before long he would be reaching climax. They had begun to tighten and draw upwards in the scrotum.
"Lick my asshole! Stick your tongue all the way up in my bung! I want to feel it in me, baby," he moaned.
She began to space out her jabs with her tongue. Instead of short, quick darts into his asshole, she stiffened her tongue and shoved it fully up into his aging bung, letting her lips lock tightly to his brownie. Then she would blow up into his butt with her hot breath, letting it add even more to the pleasure he was experiencing. As she would withdraw her mouth, the breath would whoosh out until her stabbing tongue trapped it back in the insides of his butt.
Even so Karl was rapidly moving toward a climax. She did not want him to waste his cock cream by shooting it into her hand. It was her intention to have her mouth take the hot load of jizz when it came.
She pulled her mouth out of his asshole, and patted his ass cheeks.
"Roll over, Karl. I want to eat your prick, baby."
Karl was only too happy to oblige. He was taken by Anna's tonguing at his asshole, and really wanted her to taste his stiff rod. Like her, he knew that he had become so excited by the ass-sucking that he was about to blow his nuts, and he was glad she wanted to take the cum in her mouth. He always got a double charge when he could find a woman who would not only eat his prick but who liked the taste of sperm.
Anna let her mouth slide over his cock head. She grasped it tightly with her lips, sucking it with vigor.
"Eat my dick!" he pleaded. "Eat me! Suck all my jizz!"
He moaned when she stabbed one finger up his asshole, while sucking his cock at the same time. Her lips pulled tightly on the taut cock head, creating a built-up suction that brought Karl closer and closer to the moment of release when he would empty his balls in Anna's waiting mouth.
He was up on his haunches once again, his hands resting lightly on the back of her neck. She eased herself to a sitting position at his feet, her legs spread while she gulped at his prick.
"Eat me!" he panted. "Eat Karl's sweet-tasting dick!"
He was right. His dick was sweet-tasting. Her head movements became faster and faster, as she took more and more of the bulging cock in her mouth. Already it had begun to hit at the back of her throat, and yet there was still more than a third of the big prick shaft left, it seemed to her.
She would just have to deep throat him, taking the meaty cock head and letting it plunge down into the soft tissues of her throat. She didn't mind really; in fact, the thought of it rather excited her even more. She saw it as a source of pride that she was able to take all of a man's dong in her mouth and throat. That was the sign of being a real woman.
As she struggled to accommodate the huge cock in her mouth, she became aware of something at her cunt. She twisted her head so that she could catch a partial glimpse of whatever it was, and was astounded to find that it was Karl's foot, the large toe rubbing her puffy slit tenderly.
My cunt flesh must be hot to his skin, she thought. She knew that her twat was gushing hot juice as it always did whenever she got aroused. And there was very little question that sucking Karl's ass and then his fat dick had gotten her aroused.
Then as Anna let the final inches of Karl's huge cock slip down her throat, feeling herself gorged with his tasty prick, Karl responded by shoving his big toe into her dripping cunt.
She sucked in her breath in surprise, which served to add immeasurably to Karl's pleasure. So much so in fact that the dramatic suction brought on by her sudden inhalation was enough to trigger his balls.
It caught Anna by surprise, and she felt the first load of cream thud against her throat's inner flesh. She could not taste it with his dick so deep in her throat, and she quickly backed the throbbing cock out until only the sleek cock head was in her mouth.
Thus she was ready to take the second load of fuck juice on her tongue. It was a heady, salty taste, and she breathed in the odor of his prick and balls while she lapped the cock cream. She sucked on his prick while he emptied every last drop of cum into her eager mouth, and she continued sucking his dong even after he had finished, as though she might draw even more of the jism from his nuts.
"Anna, you can eat my prick anytime you want."
Anna let his limp cock slip from her mouth. She placed her head on one of his knees, her mind quickly leaving the image of his cock, and concentrating on his slick toe which was plunging into her cunt. She took her hands and gripped his ankle, trying to force his toe deeper into her pussy, or at least hold it to the swollen clitoris which it was massaging.
"Lay back, baby," he told her.
Anna lay back, drawing her legs up into an inverted vee, her fingers still locked about his ankle. He pummeled her blood-engorged cunt lips with his toe and she hunched back at it in quickening response.
With his other foot he was massaging her taut-tipped titties, the flesh of her belly quivering as it was entrapped between the two pumping feet.
"Oh, Karl," she moaned. "Fuck me with your toe! I didn't think anything like this could happen."
He continued toeing her clit for a few more minutes, then withdrew and moved himself between her legs. His mouth went to her gaping gash, already red from the insertion of his toe, and she thrust her crotch up to meet his lips. He pressed his mouth to her oozing box, lapping vertically along the rosy slit with the flat of his tongue, before darting into the inside of her gushing cunt with the hot tip of his tongue.
"Ahhh, my clit! Suck my clit! My cunt is on fire!"
Karl's lips dipped into the dripping pussy, and speared her erect clitoris, so that he could now add sucking to his lapping. Anna strained upward, her back arching, and Karl took the opportunity to grip her squirming ass, one cheek in each hand. He squeezed them and pulled her crotch to him, soothing her fire by blowing into her cunt. His mouth made such a tight seal that none of the air he blew into her cunt could escape. Anna felt as though her cunt was a balloon being blown up; the silken-sheathed walls of her pliant cunt hole began to expand as the hot air was forced into her puffy slit. It seemed as though her pussy was filled to capacity, and still he blew into her hot hole.
"AHHHH!" she squealed. Her legs had draped themselves over Karl's shoulders. She opened her eyes, and saw that both Al and Jean had taken an interest in the muff-diving scene, and their eyes were trained on Karl and her.
But she could not concentrate on them for long. There was too much going on in her cunt. She kneaded her titties while Karl blew into her twat, and rolled her head from side to side.
Then Karl released the seal, and withdrew his mouth. Her pussy responded by fluttering wildly as the air escaped, making a loud farting noise. She was surprised to find that it tickled her, and she laughed from not only that but from the sheer joy of being here with these three people, and enjoying herself so completely.
Karl sat back on his haunches and smiled down at her.
"You're something else, Anna. From the way Al talked, you were a novice as far as lovemaking techniques were concerned, and maybe a little shy, but from what I've seen, you'll make quite an extraordinary lover someday. You're certainly above average right now:"
"Thanks, Karl, but my pussy is still steaming, and I'd sure like to feel your tongue a little more, and then that fat dick of yours. Do you suppose you can do that?"
She was staring at his prick, which had already become erect again, even after she had so effectively milked it earlier.
"Hey, you two," floated Jean's voice to her. "Do you mind if we join the action? It's a shame to have four of us here and not make use of some combinations."
Anna looked up from her prone position. Jean stood above her, and the shiny wetness of her hair-fringed cunt mound looked awfully appetiz�ing.
Combinations, was what Jean had said; three or more people enjoying one another sexually at the same time. That would be a new thrill for Anna. She had done anything but straight fucking in all her life.
"I'm willing, if everybody else is. What sort of, uh, combination did you have in mind?" Whatever it was, she wanted a dick in her pussy before long. She was still a bit tight from not having achieved an orgasm while Karl toed and sucked her cunt.
"Well, we thought we'd leave it up to you. The three of us have sampled each other in about all the ways possible. What do you say?"
Anna nodded.
"That sounds fine to me. I'll tell you right now that I want to feel Karl's dick in my cunt."
Jean chuckled.
"I sure know what you mean. He'll make that prong sing a love song in your pussy. Now who else would you like and what would you like them to do?"
"Well, I've already tasted Al's dick, but I've never eaten another woman's pussy. I think I'd like to sample your lovely snatch. Would that offend you?"
"Lord no, I'm quite flattered by it. Later on I'll eat your box in return. I think you'll find that women eat pussy a little different than men do."
Anna looked at Al. "I feel guilty, knowing Al won't be involved."
Al shook his head. "Never mind," he said, "I'll enjoy watching."
Jean snapped her fingers.
"Listen, I know a way that Al can get in this. Since Karl will be busy fucking your pussy, and I'll have my cunt on your face, there is one other place that Al can go."
"Of course!" said Anna. "My ass! That'll be like old home week for Al. We're already friends down there."
The four of them laughed, and exchanged various looks of understanding with each other.
"Well, shall we get to our stations, gentlemen?" murmured Jean. "Al, I guess you'll go first."
Anna turned over and got to her hands and knees. Al got behind her, slipped his cock into her cunt and gave three quick thrusts, just enough to lubricate his prick. Then he touched the cock head to her asshole and drove forward.
There was nothing like the pain she had felt earlier just a moment of discomfort until the swollen cock-tip had passed the first ring-and then merely a filled feeling.
Gently then Al carried her with him as he lay on his back. Then Karl positioned himself between her legs and inserted his dong into her liquid twat, well-lubricated with her cunt juices which had mingled with the saliva from Karl's sucking.
Then the three of them, locked together, rolled over on their sides, and Jean got herself situated so that Anna might have access to her cunt.
"Everybody ready?"
There was mutual agreement.
"You ready, Anna?" asked Jean.
Anna breathed a deep sigh. "God, yes! Get those dicks moving. And bring that pussy closer!"
It was much more than Anna had expected. As the twin cocks filling her cunt and asshole began to move, it went beyond her expectations, to the realm of the near impossible. She could not believe that anything could feel like this. It was so good, the sharpest pleasure she had ever experienced, and she was elated by the double-fuck.
Both men began fucking her with ardor, and she tried to concentrate on clamping down on the two hard cocks while they thrust their way in and out of her cunt and asshole. She could feel them striking the membrane that separated her pussy from her ass, and as the stiff cocks struck it, she wondered that they did not pierce it and meet, cock head to cock head.
She had almost forgotten Jean in the first few moments of the thrilling experience of getting screwed by two cocks at the same time. But there before her eyes stood the hair-fringed pink cunt hole, reminding her of what she had wanted to do.
She reached out and pulled Jean to her, gripping her smooth ass cheeks and pulling her horny snatch towards her. Jean responded by sliding along the carpet to her, and seconds later Anna pressed her mouth to the gaping hole.
It was a strange feeling, tasting another woman's twat. She would have liked sometime to concentrate on just savoring the pungent odor, and salty fuck foam that had gathered on the cunt flesh. But right now she could hardly find even a moment's respite, what with sucking Jean's cunt, having Al's savage rod reaming her shitter, and Karl's dong pulsating in her pussy. It was very hard to think straight.
Anna was being flooded by intense spasms of pleasure. They shuddered through her with ever-increasing magnitude, like concentric circles of titillation expanding outward from cunt and asshole, overlapping one another as they touched.
Blackness swept over her as the intensity of getting both her cunt and ass plugged by two hard cocks brought every nerve fiber alive, so that each and every touch only served to skyrocket her excitement ever higher.
Then she brought herself back from the brink of unconsciousness, realized that Jean's pussy was writhing at her face, and jabbed her tongue into the soggy box. She felt the stiffened clit on her first plunge, and diddled it with her tongue. Jean grasped her head and tried to pull her closer, and Anna reached behind to take a firmer grip on her ass cheeks. She was surprised to find that Karl was licking Jean's heaving butt, and she spread Jean's buns so that he might have better access to her winking asshole.
Jean screamed when she felt Karl's tongue jab into her asshole, while Anna sucked her clit, taking the joy button in her lips and chewing on it. Overcome by the unexpectedness of Karl's bung-tonguing, she gushed profusely, and Anna drank appreciatively of the hot, heavy flow from her juicing box.
On the heels of Jean's orgasm came the twin-barreled explosion of Al in her shitter, and Karl in her dick-stuffed twat. She felt the scalding cum striking the walls of her ass and cunt, flooding her with the sex seed. The thrilling impact was enough to bring about Anna's own shuddering orgasm, a climax that was the most intense she had ever experienced. She loved having two cocks pumping their loads in her at the same time, and wondered what it would have been like had she had a third dick in her mouth and had her throat filled with fuck juice while the other two pricks shot off in her cunt and ass.
"Well, how did you like it?" queried Al. He nibbled Anna's ear as they lay, letting the warmth spread over all of them as they lay intimately entangled.
"Super fucking. And Jean's cunt tasted very good. I hope I wasn't too bad, Jean. It was my first try at eating a pussy."
Jean disengaged herself and drew up her knees to her tits. "You were fine. I like to think that being bisexual brings about more possibilities for pleasure than just going one way. I've been AC-DC for a long time."
Anna nodded. "I'm inclined to agree. My one problem was overcoming all the terrible stories about the dirtiness of sex which I heard when I was a child. But now I think I've thrown off all my sexual shackles. Thanks to all of you, I feel more in command of myself than I ever have."
"Karl and I used to be locked in a situation that threatened to tear us apart," offered Jean. "When we first married-"
"You two are married?" gasped Anna.
"Of course," answered Karl, "Have been now for ten years. But Jean's right. When we first got married, I wasn't sure it would ever last."
"You see," said Jean, "we both enjoy sex with each other. But, well, we like other people. It adds variety, and often makes me appreciate Karl's lovemaking even more. And we sometimes learn new things to try with one another."
"Well, while you folks are swapping stories, I think I'll mosey on down to Ramon's on the third floor, and borrow his new fuck film. He says it's really something." Al rose and started into the bedroom to dress.
"Sounds like a great idea. The last one was pretty good," said Karl.
Jean laughed. "You should have seen the wang on one of those guys. He was hung like a goddamn horse, made me envious of that girl. It must have been twelve inches or more."
"Damn, you're making me feel bad," mocked Karl, grinning as he spoke.
Already his prick had begun to rise again. The brief rest had provided him with enough time to get a hard-on going, and the shaft looked ready for some fuck action.
"Well, how about the three of us doing a little exploring?" asked Jean. "I'd like to feel my husband's cock in my cunt. Now that we've got Anna initiated, we'll share you men."
"Sounds good," agreed Anna.
"How do you want me, darling?" asked Karl.
"Why don't you just lay back and Anna and I'll do all the work. You think you can last long enough to prong Anna to a climax, and then me to one before you blow your nuts again?"
"Sure. Anytime you're ready."
Karl lay back, and the two women stared raptly at his jutting pole.
"We're ready," they said in unison.
Jean motioned for Anna to come with her. "We'll give him just a little head, together. Then you fuck him first, and I'll finish him off. Okay?" Anna agreed.
They both began to lick his prick, each working up and down the length of one side, their mouths meeting briefly as they topped the luscious crown.
"Stick your tongue in Anna's mouth, Jean," suggested Karl.
They were both laving the swollen cock-tip, and Jean stuck her tongue around the stiff meat. Anna gladly took it, and divided her attention between sucking Jean's tongue and licking Karl's prick.
For quite some time they shared the dick, licking and sucking each other's tongues as much as the spit-slick rod.
Jean finally relinquished the prong to Anna.
"Ride him, Anna. Fuck him till you climax. I'll be so horny hot by then, that it won't take me long to climax. Meanwhile, Karl can tongue-fuck my cunt while you ride his cock."
Anna reluctantly drew her lips from the massive dong, and straddled his crotch. She reached down to take his regal rod in her hand, and brought it to her cunt mouth. Her box was still so slippery from all the fucking she had done that there was only the slightest of hesitations before she had positioned the flared cock head and eased it into her sex channel.
When she had all the stiff cock in her cunt, she rocked back and forth on it, feeling the tool stiffen even more, and then began to lift her ass and hump back down on the big dong.
Jean meanwhile had put her pussy in Karl's face and he was licking around the outer cunt lips while Anna fucked her pink cuntal sheath up and down on his powerful pecker.
Al came out of the bedroom, dressed in sports shirt and slacks.
"Well, I see that you found something to share besides life stories," he said, grinning.
Anna looked at him through lust-glazed eyes, all of her attention on the hard dong reaming in and out of her cunt.
Jean, too, was silent, her hands braced on Karl's chest, her butt circling over the thick tongue darting in and out of her raging snatch. Karl could not speak, since his mouth was completely covered by Jean's hairy pussy.
Al walked past them. Anna watched him go. She saw him pause at the door, swing it open, pause as though he had forgotten something.
In that instant, the door stood gaped wide, so that anyone outside in the hallway could see into the room.
She gasped as she realized that there was a man and a woman in the hallway. The woman, a slim young blonde, turned to face them, and Anna was about to yell at Al to close the door when she recognized the young girl, who had by now whirled completely and faced them.
Anna found herself staring into the surprised eyes of her daughter.
CHAPTER TEN
It was a quirk of fate, mere coincidence, a confluence of two lives that should not have entwined at this exact moment in time. Weren't there enough moments when mother and daughter could look into one another's eyes and share silly insignificant little secrets?
But this moment was quite different. It was modern, and it, too, had a secret to tell, one that Anna was sure she had not meant to share with Marsha,-at least not this day. But fate had meant it otherwise, and their eyes met across an expanse of carpeted hallway, through a door too carelessly allowed to swing wider open than was necessary, across a chasm of startled recognition and reaction.
Anna was busy hunching on Karl's throbbing cock, her tits dancing with her exuberance. When her eyes met Marsha's, when the instant of recognition gripped her, she lost her rhythm, drove down at an awkward angle, heard the "oomph" of pain as Karl's prong was shoved down at an impossible angle, slipped out of her cunt and was trapped between his pelvic bone and the hard bones of her ass.
"OHMIGOD!" she yelled hoarsely, hoping that her daughter would vanish. But Marsha still stood, a stunned expression on her face, the brow wrinkled, her mouth set at an odd angle, caught somewhere between shock and lust.
Marsha stood frozen, and watched the door snatched closed by Al, and though he was jerking it closed as fast as he could after his own moment of surprise at seeing his niece, it was still in slow motion to Marsha. Her imagination stretched the figure of her mother until she was a stick-thin creature, out of some fairy tale, and therefore not real, nor her actions real, as though by that vision she could deny to her young mind the knowledge that her mother was-could she say it?-fucking someone besides her father. It was a staggering realization, and Marsha felt it all too keenly.
Al stood mute, his eyes searching hers, trying to gauge the degree and quality of the shock on Marsha. It was important to him that he not say the wrong thing, that he pick and choose his words carefully.
"It's silly, when I've seen it as plain as day, but that's my mother in there, isn't it, Uncle Al?"
Marsha's eyes bored into him, waiting for the denial. Al knew that was what she expected, and for a split second, he had almost acted in the expected way.
But then he caught himself.
"Yes, it is," he answered, his voice steady. His eyes looked straight into Marsha's, and did not yield a bit to her cold steely look.
Marsha tried to stop the pounding of her heart. A huge savage hand seemed to have a grip on her chest, squeezing her remorselessly; she strained to breathe. She felt like rushing across the hallway and pounding her fists into Al's chest. But that was a child's response, and she liked to think that she could look at this like an adult.
Is what I planned to do with him any different than my mother? Marsha asked herself. For the little girl in her, the answer was no, but that they were both bad. For a world of women's liberation, the answer was also no, but that they were both good.
"Al, I'd like to talk to my mother. I don't want to spoil her fun. Do you think I could?"
Al smiled.
"I was watching you. You're two different people, Marsha. One of you is a little girl, who thought I was the bogey man. The other is a woman, who reasoned out her ideas about this. Yes, you can see your mother. And your friend's welcome, too."
Marsha frowned, but Al moved closer to her.
"Don't worry hon. I've got someone who'll keep him occupied." Al bent low and whispered in her ear, "Listen, Hon, I know he's your man, but from that look on his face, he'll blow his nuts before he even gets his dick in you. Why don't you let Jean in here give him a little snatch, and then he'll be ready for you?"
"Okay, but no head, because I don't think he's ever had his cock sucked, and I want to be the first."
"It'll be hard, but I'll tell Jean. What's his name?" Marsha told him. Al turned and boomed, "Come on in, Jack, have we got a surprise for you."
* * * Anna was sitting in the bedroom when Marsha entered. She had sped out of the room, tears welling in her eyes. The shock of finding herself staring in her daughter's eyes had terribly unnerved her. She had thrown herself on the bed and sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes.
Finally she got a firm grip on herself, shushed her crying, and tried to assess the situation in a state of mind different from the first flush of mock shame.
She was beginning to see things differently when Marsha stepped through the door.
She gasped. Her daughter was the last person she had expected to see. And here she sat, naked, still flushed with the heat of her fucking, her cunt still juicy from being reamed by Karl's huge prick.
"Hello, Mom."
Anna fought off the urge to avert her eyes. I'm beginning to understand how I feel about what I've been doing here today. I must not be ashamed, she told herself, gazing into the baby-blue eyes of her daughter.
"Hello, dear, it was certainly a surprise to see. You like I did," she said, with only the barest of quivers in her voice.
Marsha grinned.
"Surprised me too, you were really fucking the hell out of him. I'm sorry I interrupted you," Marsha said solicitously. She was fiddling with her purse while she spoke. Her eyes explored her mother's body.
Mother's nipples are broader than mine, she noted. The areolas are so much bigger. Why, they almost cover the tips of her tits.
As she thought to herself about the relative sizes of their boobs, Marsha could feel her nipples rising against the fabric of her blouse. And the first nip of heat touched the cuntal crease between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Karl does have a wonderful cock. He's already pronged me through one climax, and I was on the verge of a second when I spotted you, unfor�tunate, too. I can't think of anything more wonderful than having a man bring you to climax."
"Unless it's a woman," blurted Marsha before she thought. Her mind had gone back to Elisabeth and Vicki. That, too, had been a wonderful experience.
"What was that, dear?" asked her mother.
Marsha gulped. "I said, unless it's a woman. Just a thought, you know, sometimes funny ideas pop into your head."
"I suppose so." Anna lay back on the bed, her head resting on the ample pillows, so that she could watch her daughter. Quite innocently, she let her legs spread open naturally, and exposed the hairy snatch between her legs.
Marsha drew a sharp breath. The heat in her cunt was increasing, and she had to fight back the impulse to caress her erect titties through her blouse.
"You know, I'm glad to see you getting some good fucking. I guess you and Dad have had your problems, haven't you?"
Jeez, Mom, your cunt sure looks good, she thought. I wouldn't mind sampling a bit of it.
"Well, sometimes your father won't fuck. For weeks at a time, I mean. And you see, honey, I'm still young. And I like my pussy filled with hot male meat. You can understand that, can't you?"
Anna had let one hand fall between her legs and was absentmindedly fingering the outer lips of her pussy. Her finger traced the length of her gaping slit, and Marsha's eyes watched every movement that the finger made.
"I sure can, Mom. I got my first taste of dick this week, and I'm just crazy about it."
Her mother had laid her head back and closed her eyes. She wasn't paying much attention to anything but her finger, which had dipped ever so slightly into her puffy gash and was teasing her erect clitoris.
"Umm-hmm," Anna said in response, not at all certain what she was agreeing to. Something about cock, she thought, but urgent messages from her warming cunt had blocked her attention to her daughter's words.
Marsha stared at the deep well of pussy lying spread and inviting on the bed. She could see her mother's finger disappearing into the juicy cunt, as each thrust went just a little deeper than the last into the wet warmth of female flesh.
I'd sure like to eat her pussy. I could lick all those juices dribbling out of it right now.
Then the thought hit Marsha.
That's my mother there, and here I want to lap her cunt! But I can't help it. I've got to be honest with myself. I'd like to be jabbing my tongue up her pussy hole right now.
Anna was oblivious to the discomfort her daughter was going through. She was not aware that her finger-fucking was making her daughter's cunt steam with desire. Marsha's panties were soaking with the hot juices lubricating the puffy cunt lips. Her hand found the hem of her skirt and rubbed along her thigh until she touched the damp crotch of her panties. Then she pulled the elastic away from her crotch and let her finger slip into her twat.
Her finger sought her straining clit and pummeled it several times, until she moaned loudly from the intense pressure welling up in her. It was becoming apparent that it was going to take something more than her finger to help her find relief.
She stared at the exquisite pussy of her mother and made her decision: She wanted to taste her mother's cunt.
"I know a better way to stimulate yourself, mother."
Anna opened her eyes. They were glazed with the heat that had spread over her from her horny cunt.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry. I almost forgot you were there."
Well, I haven't forgotten you were there, not with that cunt staring me in the face.
"What were you saying about a better way, dear?"
Marsha licked her lips.
"I know a way that's more exciting than finger-fucking," she said, even while her own finger was working away inside her twat.
Anna, too, had noticed that one of Marsha's hands was busy inside her panties.
"You have, dear?" she murmured. "Do you mean one of those hard dicks in the other room? I couldn't agree with you more."
"I'm not talking about a man, Mom."
Anna lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "And what might that be?"
"Why don't I show you?" Marsha was really steaming now. Her finger-fucking had only served to accentuate the need she felt. Her throat was dry and constricted, and her tongue kept flicking out and tracing her lovely lips.
"That'll be fine, dear. What did you have in mind?"
Marsha began to unbutton her blouse.
"I'll have to get undressed to show you. Besides, I think I'll be more comfortable that way, since you're already nude." She stripped her blouse from her, letting her boobs tumble free.
"My goodness, Marsha, you're already aroused!
Whatever caused that?" Her mother was staring at her daughter's tits, at the hard, pointed nipples, at the purplish-red hickies that her son Robbie had planted all over them.
"You, Mom, you've got a beautiful body and I think your pussy is lovely." She slipped her skirt to the floor, and kicked off her sandals.
"Why, thank you, dear. I see that someone must've really had a good time sucking on your titties. I'll bet you got a kick out of that, too," Anna remarked, staring at her daughter while she undressed. She was proud to see how well-developed her child was, how her tits were firm, her belly flat, her thighs slim and trim, without any excess fat.
"I sure did," Marsha said as she eased her panties over her hips, and down her long slim legs.
Anna chuckled. "That's the second patch of blond hair I've seen today. You and Karl make a matching pair."
"We'll have to see sometime," Marsha said, "just how well we match up. That is, how well we fit together."
"You better have an elastic pussy, then, dear," said Anna, "because he's really hung."
Marsha moved towards the bed.
"So I noticed when I came in."
Then she was on the bed beside her mother. She reached out one hand and stroked one of her mother's jugs, letting her youthful fingers trace across Anna's nipples.
"That was nice," her mother responded, reaching up to cup one of Marsha's taut titties. "Is this part of what you were talking about?"
"Uh-huh. Do you like it?" queried Marsha, hoping she would get an affirmative response. She knew that she liked having her mother knead her titties.
"Wonderful. But I assume there's more to it than this, right dear?" There was a mischievous glint to Anna's eyes that sent a shock wave of desire rippling across Marsha's belly.
"Much more," she murmured, and bent her head towards Anna.
Her mother turned her head to accept her kiss, and their lips met, communicating to each of them the rising desire that was gripping each of them. Anna opened her mouth at the first touch of her daughter's tongue, took it within her own, and sucked it with reckless abandon.
Then Marsha was atop her, their bodies molding themselves together, nipple to nipple, belly to belly, cunt mound to cunt mound. Anna reached back and took her daughter's ass in her hands, and squeezed the flesh. She let one finger slip into her daughter's virginal bung, and Marsha recoiled at first, shivering as she felt the touch of the finger in her shitter, driving her crotch forward in response. Anna sighed as she felt the pressure of the young cunt against hers, bowed her ass forward and slipped her ankles onto the small of Marsha's back.
"Fuck me, daughter. Ride me like a stallion rides a mare," she breathed into Marsha's ear, then swabbed the sensitive flesh with her hot tongue. She began to suck on the tender earlobe, and to hunch herself against her daughter.
Marsha was growing inflamed by the insistent finger in her ass, and gladly obliged her mother's urging.
The juice from the two fiery-hot cunts mingled as they locked themselves together, cunt to cunt. Anna spread her daughter's ass cheeks farther apart, and slipped a second finger into the tight brownie, and Marsha tightened her hips, locking the two fingers in her asshole.
"Oh, this is unbelievable! Oh, Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom!" she breathed, and with each repetition she hunched forward.
"Is this what you had in mind?" asked her mother, while she kept the twin digits jabbing into Marsha's asshole.
Marsha threw back her head, eyes closed, bucking her box against the woman who had conceived and nurtured her into life.
"No, but it'll do for a substitute."
The action of her cunt mound pressing against the cunt mound beneath her was sending shimmers of pleasure through her clitoris as the flesh above the clit was being rapidly pressed, rubbed, and massaged, by their fucking action. Coupled with the insistent prodding at her bunghole, she could feel the orgasm rising in her.
"I'm . . . COMIIING!" she squealed. "FINGER MY ASSHOLE, MOM!!"
Her mother did not stop; glad to know that she had so inflamed her young daughter.
"FUCK ME BACK, MOM! FUCK ME BACK! YES, LIKE THAAAAT!!"
_ Anna drove her cunt up to her daughter's straining cunt, felt Marsha poise on the brink of orgasm, balanced like a tightrope walker, only to tumble finally over the edge.
"AIEEEE!! IT'S SO GOOOOD!!" she bellowed, and then collapsed in a heap atop her mother. "It's so good . . ." she whispered.
Through the haze of her climax, Marsha became dimly aware of the insistent hunching of her mother, which had not stopped when Marsha briefly lost control of her body. At the same moment, Marsha realized that she had not yet done what she had set out to do-taste her mother's twat.
"Thanks, Mom," she said, "but it's time for me to return the favor."
"I'd appreciate it, daughter. I'm really horny after all that hunching. God, my cunt feels as hot as a firecracker!"
Anna released her legs from Marsha's back, and as she did so, Marsha squirmed her way down her mother's body. She could feel the sweat that had gathered between their bodies, lubricating their wild humping.
Marsha stopped her wriggling as her mouth came into contact with her mother's tits, still hard with excitement. She sucked them fiercely, taking the nipples in her mouth one at a time, keeping her teeth back as she did so, so that only her lips and tongue came near them. She licked and sucked them, until they strained upward uncontrollably. Then she tried to take one of the boobs completely in her mouth, an impossible task since they were quite ample in size, but enjoyable not only to her but to her mother, who meowed like a satisfied cat after a hard fucking by an old tomcat.
Marsha's hungry mouth then sought Anna's belly, which quivered at the contact, sudden little movements as though the flesh was a tender jell. Breathless cries of excitement escaped Anna's lips as Marsha plied her tongue and mouth across her abdomen, darting briefly into the navel, licking it with her active tongue before placing her mouth completely over it and sucking upwards on it, so that the flesh rose and Anna felt that the tiny well of her navel was being pulled loose from her belly.
Then Marsha moved lower, skirted the curling auburn hair at the cunt mound, and expelled her hot breath onto the palpitating pussy.
Anna groaned as she felt it, placed her hands on her thighs and spread them wide, so her cunt gaped open wetly. She arched her back so that her ass lifted from the bed and wriggled from side to side in exasperated expectation.
Marsha slipped her hands under the arching butt cheeks, and dropped her eager lips to the slick pink slit.
"Ah, eat my cunt! Lap the juices all up, darling daughter! Make your mama feel just right."
Marsha licked the full length of the drenched gash, from the high mound where the pussy hair hung like a canopy over the inward turning flesh where the clit was only superficially protected, all the way down to the thin strip of flesh that separated pussy from asshole. She paused to tickle the puckered shitter with the busy tip of her hot tongue, then stiffened it and plunged it into Anna's yearning twat.
The swollen cunt lips took the brunt of the darting tongue, and managed to shield her pleasure button, much to the dismay of both participants. To alleviate the problem, Marsha took her fingers and delicately parted the puffy outer lips, swabbed the soft inner cunt lips, then repeated her earlier action with her stiffened tongue.
"Ah, there!" Anna said, and Marsha knew she had hit her pipping clit.
But she was not yet ready to mount a full-scale assault on the erect pleasure button.
She paused and nibbled a bit at the hair-fringed cunt lips, savoring the softness of them, licking them with a voracious appetite for the slick juice that had moistened them until they were as soft and pliant as flesh could be. She thoroughly reamed the inner walls of her mother's cunt, and sent her ass wriggling in spasms of ecstasy.
"My clit," Anna moaned, "Go to my clit! Suck it just like it was a hard cock!"
Marsha had never sucked a hard cock, but she knew exactly what her mother meant. She was glad that Anna liked getting her pussy eaten so much.
I don't blame you, Mom. I like having my cunt lapped, too. I wonder if I'm as tasty as this.
Taking firm hold of the ass cheeks in each hand, Marsha began to concentrate on the upright bump of flesh that made up Anna's clitoris. Thousands of tiny nerves, the most nerve endings for any part of the body, strained to receive the furious lapping being given the eager clit. Marsha held back nothing. Her tongue flicked rapidly across the passion flesh, like the fluttering of sparrow wings erotically beating the joy bump. Then using her thumbs to spread apart the cunt lips, Marsha sunk her mouth into the sex slit as deep as it would go, and took the throbbing clit in her lips, adding sucking to the lapping.
"Suck, dear! Eat your mother's hot snatch! Eat her pussy, baby!"
Marsha could tell by the squirming ass cheeks in her hands, by the difficulty of keeping her mouth situated on the pulsating hole, that it would not be long before her mother would buck herself through a wild climax. She continued to apply pressure to the joy button that was within her young lips, pulling on it as though she meant to tear it out by the roots from the fleshy interior of Anna's gushing snatch.
"Not long!" grunted Anna. "Lick it! Put your mouth deeper in my cunt! Put your whole goddamn face in my hole, but suck my cunt! Suck all the fuck juices! AHHHH, YES! NOW! NOW!!"
Anna gripped her daughter by the back of the head and literally tried to stuff all her face into her sex-hungry cunt.
"COMING! AHHH, COMIIING! SUCK! SUCK MEEEE OFF!!" bellowed the rolling and bucking mother, hunching against her daughter's face, bruising Marsha's lips as she crushed them against the hard cunt mound in an attempt to force the deepest possible penetration into her savagely aroused twat.
"Root me! Root me with your nose! Like a mother-fucking hog!" pleaded Anna as the second of a series of climaxes gripped her pussy, making her ass tightens while her cunt snapped as the inner muscles worked uncontrollably.
Marsha, answered her mother's plaintive wail to root her, stuck her nose into the upper portion of her juicing cunt, whiffed in the overpowering odor of her mother's orgasming pussy, felt her head reel from the strong smell, and then plunged forward as though she were plowing the deep, wet furrow. Her nose came into contact with the erect clitoris, and after several plunges into the damp snatch each time finding the tip of the joy button, Anna felt the third climax rip through her body.
"OH, FUUCCCKKK!!" she wailed, and then collapsed, drained of energy, feeling the blissful receding of the torturous waves of ecstatic, totally erotic pleasure. She was afloat on a sea of fuck juice, lying flat on her back spread eagled. She realized, as she opened her glazed eyes and looked into her daughter's face, that she had enjoyed her daughter's cunt-lapping as much as she would a man, maybe even more so. And to her surprise she had not missed not being pronged to ecstasy as much as she thought she would. Before, she had thought of cunt-lapping as a mere prelude to having a hard cock poked balls deep into her cunt to finish her off. Now she realized that it was a bonafide sexual experience, and could stand on its own merits, and not be always relegated to a subordinate or preliminary position.
She watched as Marsha finished licking her cunt, then lifted her head so that their eyes met.
"Come here and kiss me, again, dear. I want to taste my pussy on your lips and tongue," said Anna, opening her arms. Marsha slithered up to her, and pressed her bruised, wet lips to her mother.
Marsha stabbed her tongue deep into her mother's mouth, and Anna sucked her tongue with avid interest, letting the flavor of her cunt seep into her mouth as their saliva mixed during their torrid kissing. She knew that Marsha had gotten hot again, and thought fleetingly about asking her to bring her cunt up so that she might suck and lick her daughter to climax as it had been done for her. But the forceful lashing of her daughter's tongue inside her mouth told her that one of the long-dicked men out in the living room could better bring the young girl to a mind-bending fulfillment.
"Come on, Marsha. It's time you really got initiated. I know your cunt must be a volcano right now. I think you need a good solid fucking to ease your passion."
Her daughter smiled.
"I was silly to even think of condemning you, Mother," she said, holding herself close to her parent. She nuzzled the firm globes of Anna's boobs. "I'm glad we really got to know one another."
Anna patted her shoulder.
"Me, too, dear, now shall we go see those hard cocks?"
Marsha nodded. "You bet!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
What greeted mother and daughter when they opened the door was enough to make both of them gasp. They were held motionless as if by a force beam that pinned their limbs to the very spot of their entrance. Marsha was staggered by the incredibly erotic tableau being enacted on the dining table across the room and next to the kitchen door.
Jean had been laid on the table, her ass perched on its edge, her legs drawn up so that her heels could press into the table. And press they did, so that she almost rocked in perfect rhythm to an unheard primitive music, a steady beat that both Anna and Marsha became aware of as it coursed through their own naked bodies as they watched intently.
All three men were gathered around her. Jack and Karl were taking turns pronging her dripping muff; they were in tune to the primal rhythm. Al was steadily feeding his cock into her greedy mouth as he knelt on the table over her.
Marsha watched with avid interest as Jack hunched against the yielding cunt flesh, stroking unhurriedly yet forcefully into the pink pussy flesh. She could see his white ass driving forward, propelling his cock into her hole with pile driver force, while she hunched back at him in perfect response. With each lurch forward, she watched his ass tighten and heard the sweet slap of his balls into her ass cheeks. His hands braced him on her protruding pelvic bones, holding her steady so that the force of each plunge did not send her sliding away from him.
"Look at him ram it home, Marsha. That young man of yours seems to really be enjoying having Jean's lovely twat wrapped around his stiff rod."
Marsha murmured agreement, aware that not only was he enjoying it, but that Jean, too, was getting her fill of the intense pleasure of a super screwing. Her own cunt, beginning to juice again, ached all the way up into her womb to have that cock buried in her, stroking her own silken pussy walls, massaging her stiffened clit with the flared cock head which now was hidden from her view, completely submerged in Jean's snapping box.
"Look at Jean eating Al's prick. She's quite a gobbler, they both tell me. A girl could learn a lot by watching the tongue action she's giving Al right now. Just look at his face. You tell me he's not enjoying it!"
"She's really something," agreed Marsha, her eyes shifting to the cock sucking action on the table. "Uncle Al's really fucking her face."
She watched Al lift himself slowly, amazed at the length of cock that he brought up out of Jean's puckered mouth, wondering how she could possibly take so much male meat.
"She's deep throating him, that's for sure. You just about have to take all that man's cock."
Marsha turned to her mother incredulously.
"You sound as though you've been eating his prick yourself," she said, though it was more question than statement.
"Don't sound so shocked, darling. Of course I've sucked your uncle off. A blow job's very pleasurable, once you try it. You don't mean to say that you've never sucked cock before?"
Anna held a mischievous turn to her voice, taunting her daughter with her new-found sophistication, feeling as though she had been a cocksucker all her life, even though she had tasted her first dick, had swallowed her first sperm, only this afternoon.
"No, Mom, I've never had a man's prick in my mouth, but I'm sure anxious to give it a try."
Anna nodded. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm just surprised that a member of the younger generation could have escaped such an initiation as that."
"Everybody's a novice at something, all their lives. There're a lot of things I haven't done, but for this, it won't be long, that much I can promise you."
Both women were beginning to feel the fires of lust being stoked in their oozing cunts. Marsha was unable to take it all in; trying hard to watch Jack reaming Jean's cunt hole and Al sliding his pleasure prong deep into her throat, suddenly caught sight of the third member of the trio of men, or rather caught sight of the third erect prick, motioning towards her.
Karl had been admiring her for quite some time, and when he realized that her attention was focused on him for a moment, he smiled and beckoned her to the table.
"Why don't you two come and join the fun? I'm tired of being odd man out." His voice was husky with sexual hunger, and she did not have to be asked twice, nor did her mother.
"Come on, Mom. There's no reason Jean should have all the fun."
They went across the room, and both of them found a spot on the table, assuming the same supine position that Jean was in, cunts right at the edge of the table, thighs spread invitingly.
"Hi, Marsha, I'm Karl Stern. I think everybody else is too busy to properly introduce us," he said, stroking her upper thighs, his fingertips seeming to be only a tiny millimeter away from her cunt. His eyes devoured her nubile young body.
"I'm glad to meet you, Karl," she said, reaching down to place his fingertips on her slick pussy. "I don't like to fuck strangers. Perhaps we might get better acquainted."
"Yes and there's no better way than this," he said, thumbing apart her hot snatch and touching the swollen tip of his blood-engorged cock head to her puffy twat. With a quick snap of his hips, he slipped the shaft into her cunt, though only part of the way, letting her twat accustom itself to the sudden entrance of the huge tool, adjusting the inside of her cunt to his throbbing pecker.
"Oh, Karl, you're sure a friendly guy," she whispered.
He eased himself forward so that the swollen knob inched into her horny snatch, molding about it.
"I can be very friendly."
"Umm-hmm," she murmured, letting her fingers reach out to touch him where his shaft joined to her cunt. She gasped.
He's still got a lot of cock left to put in my cunt. God, what a beautiful dick, and he's going to put it in me, all the way in my snatch.
"Very friendly," he repeated, and jabbed his prick all the way home.
Marsha yelped as she felt the head strike the end of her cunt, sending a new thrill through her. It was unbelievable that she could take so much cock. It felt even bigger than the dildo that had tunneled its way to the very back of her pussy. Her cunt walls trembled as she squeezed the delightful dick with all her might.
Karl poised for a moment, as though permitting her to catch her breath, leaving her to writhe in anticipation of the fucking he was to give her. As she lay there, flexing the inner muscles of her drenched pussy, she turned her head to watch the other action taking place on the table.
Al still had his prick buried in the lush folds of Jean's pouting mouth, but Jack had moved to welcome Anna in the same manner that Karl had welcomed her-by burying his twitching dick in her dilated twat. He was hunching against her in long strokes, pulling out most of his cock before he thrust the slick shaft back in her gushing hole with unabated force.
Marsha sighed, glad to be a part of all this, aware of how much she had changed in the last day. Fucking was natural, and she wanted nothing more in the universe than to be totally natural, completely free, every fiber of herself reaching out to participate in this great beautiful world.
"Fuck me, Karl," she said, rather matter-of-factly as she returned her concentration to his erect prong, lying dormant in her delicious snatch. "Prong me to a thousand orgasms, and then make me beg for more."
Karl chuckled.
"That's a mighty tall order for a man," he admitted, though he was pleased to hear her say it. If possible, her exaggerated request made his stiff rod thicken in girth as well as length.
"Ahhh!" said Marsha, obviously as aware of the swelling of his prick as he was. "Do it, baby. Long and slow, fast and hard, I don't care. But start fucking. I want to feel your cock giving the insides of my pussy a rubdown."
"Anything to please a lady."
Karl withdrew almost eight of the nine inches that had been buried in her snatch, tantalizing her with the languid withdrawal. Then suddenly he plowed his tremendous tool into her hole, only to withdraw and plunge again.
She took the severe pounding of his prick with joyous thrusts in return, letting his prong dig into her quim, as if it would split her, tear her from asshole to cunt mound, so that she would have just one giant gash left in her where before there had been two separate holes.
"Fuck me harder, Karl!" she begged. "Rip me open! Make me hurt, baby! Punish me with your prick!"
She was overcome by the masochistic urges caused by the savage slam of his dick dredging the very depths of her pleasure box, screwing her with more terrifying power than she had ever been screwed. He fucked her with a ferocity that she had not believed could be so invigorating, as though she were a protesting virgin, deflowered, violated, cherry savagely torn from her cunt to be cast aside by the harsh thrusts. Though she had been fucked by Robbie, though she had felt the thickness of an outsized dildo in her small box, she saw this as her first man, as her first true fuck.
"You bitch!" he hissed, punishing her. And while he punished her, he loved her, loved the feel of her silken snatch snugly riding the sides of his rigid rod, clasping the tiny nerve endings at the base of his cock head. "I'll fuck you, yes, I'll fuck you!" he screamed in the thick voice of lust. "Here!" He jabbed. "Here!" He jabbed again, touching a new place. "Here, and here, and here!"
He reached out and grasped her titties, pulling on them, tugging at the nipples as he took them between his fingers.
"Good, good!" Marsha panted. "YOU'RE SO GODDAMN GOOD!!"
He did not answer right away, but sucked deeper through his mouth. She knew that he was getting close to a climax, and did not want to miss her own orgasm. She decided that taunting him was a waste of time. She had let things build, let him work, merely enjoyed his delightful screwing. But now he was getting serious, and the sensations spreading outwards from her inflamed cunt told her that she, too, was about to get serious.
She began to writhe with tiny circles of motion.
"Fuck me!" she begged. She threw back her head, and flung open her mouth, drawing her breaths in great greedy gulps. His hands still fiercely massaged her boobs, which only served to increase her thrills. She locked her legs behind his hips, and he shifted the ever-shorter strokes, through so rapid-fire that she felt her stiffened clit was never missing a second's contact with the head of his dick. She bucked upwards, rolled towards him, felt the 'slam of his pelvis into her cunt mound, shuddered as his cock head dragged across her pleasure button, going outwards, only to return, driving into her hole to strike the back of her cuntal sheath. Then she rolled back her head and bellowed.
"I'M COMINGGGG! SHOOT YOUR ROCKS IN MEEEE! !"
His hands went to her hips. He stiffened as though he had been brought to an abrupt halt, groaned once in the most mournful of ways, and emptied his gun into her spasming cunt.
"FILL MY CUNT FULL OF YOUR JIZZ; GIVE ME YOUR FULL LOAD!!"
He obliged her, pouring the cock cream into her snatch, inundating the walls with the white fuck juice. She could feel the scalding seed of his balls as it struck the walls of her palpitating pussy, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of intense pleasure.
"What a fuck!" he breathed. "That's got to be the hottest snatch I've ever been in. It was like a blowtorch on my prick, there at the end. You're really something, Marsha."
She became aware that the others had stopped their own activity to watch the two of them fuck to completion, and that a tense admiration had filled each of them, an admiration for the complete immersion of the spent lovers in their balling which had just culminated in the wild, spasmodic mutual climax which they had shared. It was the kind of experience that each of them sought, that every lover desired to share with his or her partner.
Marsha, glowing with the gradual muting of her pleasure, all of which had not yet dissipated, let her eyes sweep all of them, peered into the latent blaze of lust that washed over her from their gazes. She was embarrassed a bit by the realization that each of them had shared vicariously in her joy, that each of them both envied her, and was glad for her.
"I didn't expect to be a show-stopper, everybody. Let's not put a damper on the screwing. One good fuck deserves another, and I know that the other cocks here can bring Jean and Mom the very same thrills I had. Am I right?" Al crawled down from the table.
"Well, Jack, it looks like you and I have been put on the spot. You ready to fuck your very best?"
"Always, watching them has only made my prick stiffer," he said. Anna nodded her head in agreement.
"I'll say. Every time you two screamed, his cock jumped up in my cunt a little more. There at the end, I could almost feel him in my belly."
"Like this," he asked, beginning to rock forward, sinking his dong into her box.
"Yes, baby, like that."
Both couples began to buck and lurch, the men lunging deeper and deeper into the open cunts of the women braced on the table top, while Karl and Marsha watched.
Before long both women were moaning in ecstasy, their asses wriggling in rapid response to the pricks plunging into their pussies.
Jack was the first to get his gun, but Marsha knew that her mother had gotten her rocks off moments before the young stud plunged and held while his cock head flared and poured a generous helping of cum into the eager cunt of his date's mother.
"AHHH!" he cried, gritting his teeth, and giving a few last perfunctory strokes before collapsing across Anna's boobs. He took one tit in his mouth and sucked on it while Anna stroked his head and sweat-streaked back.
Then it was Al's turn to explode his fuck juice into Jean, who squealed with delight as she felt the hot jizz strike her cunt walls.
Al did not cry out, but Marsha knew that it was with great difficulty that he kept his control. He was obviously pleased by ejaculating the pent-up load, as most any man would be, but she could tell by his eyes how much it had affected him. They were glazed for a brief moment, seeming to be sightless, staring vacantly into space.
"Wow, everybody looks fucked out! What'll we do now?" Marsha asked.
"Well," said Jean, "I remember what you said when you came in, about not eating Jack's prick. Since the men have done all the work while we rested on the table, maybe we can return the favor by putting them on the table, and doing a little cock sucking. Okay with y'all?"
Everyone agreed, and they switched places, men supine on the table, dicks still limp but ready to be licked and sucked to a fuckable hard-on.
"Your pick, Marsha, or maybe I should say; your prick. What do you say?" asked Anna.
"I'll take Jack-though I want to taste all these cocks before I finish. Would anybody mind if we sort of switched around?"
Jean and Anna agreed, and the men nodded. Marsha moved to a spot in front of Jack.
He stared up at her, and a broad smile came across his face.
"You promised me an exciting night, Marsha, but it's been absolutely unreal so far," he said, his voice oozing with pleasure. "But, honestly, I'm glad you wanted to go down on me first. Would it make you mad if I said I was jealous when Karl screwed you?"
"No, in fact, I'd be flattered. Has anyone ever sucked you off before?"
"No," he said, and she watched his nuts rearranging in the wrinkled bag. She reached down and tickled his scrotum.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes. Did you really tell them not to eat my prick, to save it for you?"
She eased herself to her knees so that his prick, now half-hard, was on level with her face. She licked the foreskin, sliding it back as she did so.
"Truth, I've never taken a dick in my mouth, and I wanted yours to be the first."
She was surprised to see that he was not circumcised, and let her tongue trace the tender strip where the foreskin joined to the head of his prong. The head ballooned out, and she could see the elastic strip tighten. She continued to flick across it with the tip of her tongue.
"Ooohhh, I like that! Keep it up." His rod had risen until it was thick and straight.
Marsha leaned back and admired his cock. "It has a really heavy smell," she said.
"It doesn't turn you off, does it?" he asked. "No, I like it, a manly kind of smell; it makes my cunt juice, and my mouth water."
She bent forward and licked the prick head carefully, breathing deeply of the smell of his balls, which was mingled with the smell of his cum as well as the combined cuntal lubrication from Jean and Anna. She found the taste quite pleasant, and licked with obvious delight.
"Oral sex's got to be the most intimate of relationships," said Jack. "Anybody can fuck. Complete strangers can ball and leave one another untouched by it. But you've got to trust each other to let someone take your cock in her mouth. And the same is true about muff-diving. Cunt flesh is very delicate, and letting a man lap your cunt says that you have basic trust and respect for each other. And both acts are far more intimate than anything else."
Marsha had never thought of it like that, but she could see how right he was.
"Do you trust me, Jack?"
"Completely."
"Then I'm going to go down on you, darling, and all the way. I'm going to take all of your cock in my mouth, and give you the best head job I can."
"Sounds great," he said.
She bent and kissed the inflamed knob, letting her lips slide down from the apex of the crown until they encircled the engorged cock-tip, playing her tongue across the tiny slit in the head as she did so. She sensed the quiver in his belly as her lips worked along the flared ridge of his prick head. Her eyes zeroed in on the dark patch of hair at the base of the dick, and she moved her face down on the throbbing shaft, slowly and with minute nibbling motions of her lips until she had the complete cock in her mouth, and her nose nestled in the curling hair at the base of his fat dick. She had to accommodate the head at the back of her throat, but the tissue was pliable, like the tissue in her furry box, and molded itself about the wicked wand.
"Your mouth is as exciting as pussy," the quavering response from Jack.
She thought; you haven't seen anything yet. Wait till I begin to build up a suction. Then compare it to pussy!
She began to lift, at first so that only a small portion of the delightful rod escaped her mouth before she slid her lips back down on it. Then with each stroke she slid farther and farther back, until only the barest of contact was being made with his prick and her lips as she lifted, before she plunged the full length of his rod in one great motion. He grunted with each swoop of her mouth onto his prong, and as she became accustomed to the feel of his knob spreading the flesh at the back of her throat, she began to lick while she bobbed, and then to suck at the same time.
"Ah, that's it! Suck my dick!"
She stopped and held for a moment with only the taut cock head in her mouth.
"More!" he begged. "Don't stop! Eat my prick, Marsha!"
She returned to her motion, losing herself in the rhythm of cock sucking. She could smell his male crotch, reeking now with a musky sweat. She inhaled it deeply through her dilated nostrils. It was a remarkable feeling, having a hard prick in her mouth, and she understood now why it was such a fascinating pastime for enlightened lovers.
"Enough, Marsha," it was Jean's voice and a touch on her shoulder. "Why don't you try Al's cock now? I'll keep Jack occupied."
She was a bit reluctant to leave her young lover, afraid that she would miss tasting the mysterious cock juice manufactured in the swollen nuts of her teenaged boyfriend. Marsha complied. She did want to taste the other cocks on the table, but she didn't want to miss Jack's sperm.
Well, you can't have your cock and eat it, too, she thought, and smiled as she brought herself face to face with Uncle's dong.
"You look as if you enjoy eating pricks," said Al, reaching out to take her head in one hand and rub his cock on her wet lips with his other.
Marsha moaned at the contact, growing filled with her rising lust.
"I do," she admitted, letting Al's even more massive prong wedge its way between her lips. She wasn't sure she could take it all, but the tautness of her titties and the excitement growing in her cunt old her that she was certainly going to try.
Before long she was plunging down on Al's cock just as she had on Jack's, loving every moment of he blow job. She liked the hot throbbing meat hat was burning to the touch of the insides of her mouth. She loved the resilience of the male cock, masked by the apparent hardness of it.
She was becoming quite an adept little cocksucker when her mother tapped her on the shoulder, and sent her on to lick and suck Karl's long.
"Maybe you're tired of licking and sucking," said Karl, brandishing his male sword, jiggling its massiveness in front of Marsha's lust-filled eyes.
"Not now," she murmured, extending her tongue and capturing the end of his cock with its tip, laving its ruddiness. She moaned, and engulfed the upper two thirds of his knurled rod.
I'm getting to be a cock-hungry woman. How could I have ever been afraid of this? It's soooo good!
Karl leaned back and watched Marsha bob at his stiff shaft.
"Suck my cock, sweetheart," Karl called to her, but it seemed so far away. Her mind could not focus on anything but the prick rising in her mouth, attacking the back of her mouth, seeking entrance into the channel of her white throat.
"All the way in, get all of my cock in, all of it!"
She was certainly trying. Karl had such a sweet dick, but she wasn't sure which one had the sweetest of the three. Karl's was the longest, Al's the hottest, and Jack's the fattest. She was suddenly very sure that she loved all three of them, and that she wanted to taste each man. Maybe she could decide between them after she had tasted their jism.
"Come on, Marsha," said Jean, again interrupting her. "Jack's ready for you again."
"Let me finish him, please," she begged.
"You will, honey. We're going to let you finish all of them. But I don't think Jack can wait much longer. Come on and taste him first. Anna and I'll keep the other cocks primed for you."
The promise that she would receive a load of cock cream from each of them was the only thing that could have enticed her away from Karl's lovely prick.
She moved over to Jack again, and wrapped her lips about his dick. She knew now why Jean had been so insistent. It wouldn't be long before the less experienced of the trio would empty his balls, and had she waited any longer it would have been too late to slide her mouth over his fat rod and catch the fuck juice.
"Jeez, I've got a big load built up for you, Marsha."
Anna called to her. "Suck him dry, honey! Get his juice. A man's first blow job should really be a creamy load."
Marsha felt the first tremor of the twitching pecker. She was even aware of the instant when the white cream made its way from his balls, rushed up the shaft, and spurted out of the flared head which ballooned in her mouth.
"ARGHHHH!" yelled Jack as he lifted his ass and released the pent-up wad of cum. Marsha took it on her tongue like an expert, let it build up and then gulped it down. The jism seemed to coat every inch of her throat and mouth, and she licked the insides of her mouth with her tongue. Jack followed with a second load, not as powerful as the first jetting stream, but more pungent. She inhaled its muskiness as she drank the juicy cum, pulling so hard on his prick that her lips caved in with each suck.
"Come on, Marsha, Al's ready."
She released Jack's rapidly shrinking cock and moved to the still firm shaft of Al. Before long he, took had exploded his own nuts into her willing throat. She was startled by the force of his ejaculation, but just as glad to take the jism onto her taste buds.
Then she moved to Karl, and repeated the same thing for the third time. Karl was not as close as the other two, and forced his dong all the way into her throat before he ejected his climax cream into her waiting mouth. She had to squeeze his nuts, until she felt as though she were milking them before she could bring him to unload.
As the last drops of Karl's cum oozed their way down her throat, she felt suddenly dizzy from her rapid-fire movement, as well as from the great quantity of jizz she had gulped.
The room reeled about her, and she lay her head on Karl's smooth thigh, and let herself savor what had happened to her.
Was it this time last night when she had rejected Jack? How she had changed since then! And all of it thanks to her brother, who had copped her cherry, and given her first taste of the beauties of sex. Where had she been hiding her mind and body all the years before this? How much had she missed out on by her stupidity?
No need of crying over missed cock. She could always make it up.
She looked up at the five pairs of eyes staring at her, especially her mother. She was glad for her. Mom had always appeared too strait-laced, and now she fairly glowed with a new-found sensuousness, an invigorating look of joy on her pretty young face.
"Is the party over?" she asked, her voice low. The others chuckled.
Her mother was the one who answered.
"The party's just begun."
Marsha heard the words, and nodded to herself. There was so much to learn about sex. She was still a novice, lacking the experience of Jean. There were many more cocks she would taste, many more that would fuck her to ecstasy. And for her mother, too, there was the same thing. Perhaps her father could be changed, could throw off the shackles of his own taboos, and could learn to participate in the grandest, most glorious creation given to man- the intimacy of sex.
