The overwhelming problems brought forth by divorce can often force same people to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances in an attempt to resolve a pressing dilemma.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under pressure to perform extremely difficult plays, takes drugs in order to improve his performance.
Margaret Reed is one of these people, for her problem -- an empty, unfulfilled sex life brought on by divorce -- leads her to seek the ruin of her daughter's marriage. Her story is that of a woman shattered by life's realities, namely a marriage which has failed and a future which is, at best, clouded and uncertain.
THREESOME FOR MOM -- a novel about a society which too often ignores a person's cry for help.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Margaret Reed stood at the bay window and looked out at the young boys playing volleyball on the beach. She could hear her son-in-law moaning through the thin wall that separated their bedrooms.
Jesus, she thought, in the middle of the day?
And probably at night, too.
How long would she be able to take hearing all tat sex play between her daughter and her new husband without going off the deep end herself. Certainly not a whole summer.
These kids today. No qualms. They just do it. Margaret wished she could just do it. After the divorce from her husband, she had practically crawled into a hole for five years.
Then, at a friend's birthday party, she had met Harvey Crowi. He was about her age, thirty-five at the time, and very handsome. They hit it off immediately. Before Margaret knew it, she was accompanying him to his apartment.
Over drinks the conversation immediately turned to sex. Margaret explained that she felt obligated to set an example for her daughter. So, since her divorce, she had sworn off men.
His apartment was one large, square room, expertly furnished, with a kitchen and dressing room off to one side, and the dining area separated from the sitting room by a clever bookcase and room divider that housed the latest in stereo components. A huge oil painting decorated one wall. It was a nude woman with flaming red hair and a beautiful body.
"My wife," he said.
Margaret's head stopped. She hadn't realized he was married. "I didn't know..."
"Oh, don't worry," he said, "no problem."
It sounded as if he were saying, "Don't worry, we are separated," or something like that, but she couldn't be sure. She knew she should pursue it and find out for sure, but she just couldn't bring herself to ask the question.
"Were you the artist?"
"Hell, no," Harvey replied, flashing a sardonic smile at her. "I'm a rake and a roue. How about you?"
Margaret laughed. "I'm independently wealthy on my husband's alimony."
It was his turn to laugh. "Why the divorce... if you don't mind my asking?"
"He wanted a younger woman."
"Why didn't you just take a younger man? Why go without?"
"It hasn't been that hard."
"Hasn't it?" he said, a leering grin on his face that made her avert her eyes. It had been that hard, but she wasn't willing to admit it to herself. "What are you, Meg... frigid?"
"Far from it," she replied. "I just didn't want to be tagged as a giddy divorcee."
"Let's see if you're frigid," he said, reaching out to pull her toward him.
"Take it easy," she countered, thinking how rough he suddenly was. His hand left red finger marks on her wrist. But her heart pounded wildly.
"I think you're hot enough to melt the ice in Alaska," he whispered.
Meg closed her eyes as his hands began an amorous trip around her body. The familiar tingling in her breasts, the crazy hammering low in her pelvis. Nothing else counted at this moment, but this. Her own hands cruised about his chest, finding warm satisfaction in his muscular strength.
"Okay, take off your clothes," he ordered brusquely, releasing her with such suddenness she nearly fell.
Meg hesitated, caught off guard. But he was already shucking his clothes. He was built like a longshoreman, she thought, her body starting to quiver with uncontrollable excitement. Broad shoulders, massive chest. Her hand was shaking when it reached behind for the zipper. What a big man he was! His sheer bulk sent desire through her in waves of heat.
"What's the matter with you, need help?" he mocked.
"Just out of practice," she answered, falling apart inside.
Her eyes closed as he completed what she'd begun, his fingers tingling over her suddenly exposed skin. There was nothing gentle about him. His roughness was almost an, undercurrent of anger.
Meg felt strange standing naked in front of a man for the first time in five years. His wife, matchingly nude, stared down from the painting at her, making her even more nervous.
Harvey's mouth came down hard on Meg's, pouring itself with a furious intensity into the heat of her own. His fingers were rough on her breasts until she cried inwardly with pain. Why was he so rough with her? she thought. Was he angry at something she had done?
His mouth finally gave her freedom. Her breasts ached with the fury of his touch.
"Are you playing games?" he mocked. "Are you putting me on?"
"Don't be silly," she said. "Like I told you, I'm just a little out of practice." Oh, don't blow it, she told herself. Her body was aching for him. She wanted him. She wanted his big thick prick rammed up inside her, splitting her apart, pushing to the far reaches of her cunt. She wanted him now, this minute.
"Then, come here," he rasped, lowering his mouth to her breast, capturing the still-taut nipple to which he'd brought pain a few minutes ago. He stroked her flat belly, moving to her thighs.
Meg cradled his head, pleasure surging through her. His hot moist tongue at her breast and his strong, supple fingers were lifting her to frenzy.
His mouth left her tit and he rose to stand tall above her, his eyes probing, mocking.
"You're driving me crazy," she said, her trembling fingers reaching to caress his cock.
"Tell me what you want!" he growled.
"You," she whispered, her face hot, her voice trembling. "I want you. I want your prick inside me."
She knew she should be afraid of him, this massive, rough stranger. But she wasn't. He was exciting, thrilling like no other man she had ever met.
He shoved her, with one powerful thrust that knocked her to the floor. She lay there, waiting.
"Here," he said, tossing her a pillow to put under her head.
His roughness seemed to have primed Meg's sappy pussy. She was panting, eager, leaping into passion when his mouth touched her body. Writhing beneath the hot moistness of his mouth as it zigzagged down her body, Meg was no longer aware of Harvey Crowi's body as really being a part of another human being. He was sex, a cock, satisfaction from the wealth of desire she had stored in her own body, but kept hidden for so long.
"Put it in," he gasped, taking her hand and wrapping it around his hard, thick cock. "I want to fuck you!"
Meg felt the rubbery head of his prick tickling her anus, her ass cheeks, and the fine dark fur of her pubic mound.
Impulsively, she reached down between their bodies, wrapped trembling fingers about the pulsing shaft, and guided the warm cock to her cuntlips. "Fuck it up!" she breathed hotly into his face. "All the way in me!"
She held his big prick, lifted her buttocks, and marveled at the way he trembled as the stiffness slipped into her pussy. She looked don their bodies, to her dark hair. What an incredible thing it was... not only did it possess the ultimate in pleasure for her, but bidden within the pink folds, in her round belly, was the power to change a gruff, tough character like Harvey into a trembling, willing tool.
Meg gasped and raised her hips high, taking the last of his cock into her sheath. "Oh, God it feels... so good!"
"You're good, baby," he rasped.
She allowed her body to take over. She threw her legs high, over his back, locking her ankles. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. "Fuck me good," she whispered, humping with all her might up onto his rod. "Oh do it. Do it!"
His hands gripped her ass. Pulling her up to him, he began to ream her pulling back until his cock almost slipped from her cuntlips, then driving back into her with all his power.
She couldn't think of anything except the hotly throbbing shaft that was boring up into her cunt. She could feel every pulsing vein and ridge an its thickened trunk. As it wormed its way deeper into her sensitive flesh, she whimpered... not because it hurt, but because it felt so good.
Then Harvey settled down to a steady, rhythmical fuck. He closed his eyes and a concentrated look of sheer bliss came over his face.
He pumped his cock in and out, in and out, between her legs in long, steady strokes that quickly brought her to the edge of climax.
"Oh, Harvey."
"Yeah... yeah!"
"I'm coming! Oh, God, it's so good..." she squealed, digging her nails into his shoulders as her cunt contracted and spewed her cunt juice over his balls.
As she tightened her arms around his back he gave short little thrusts that put his cock clear up her pussy, even farther than before. She went wild with the spasm, twisting and bucking and squealing.
"You're... just... so... damn... good!" he panted, his face flushed with the exertion.
He got on his toes with his thighs widespread. His ass shot up and dawn with the muscles knotted, and she locked her legs around his shoulders and held on for dear life as he doubled his efforts, splitting her with his stiff, throbbing meat, pounding into her with all the strength he could muster.
The minutes sped by and Meg felt another climax approaching. This time she slipped into a soft, glowing come that started in her pussy and shot up to her head and then back down to her toes.
This time he came with her. He humped his cock to the hilt into her belly as he started to spurt. His balls were crammed into the crack of her ass he was so hard against her.
She watched his face as it twisted, and felt him stretch as far as he could. Then he went rigid as an icicle. She could feel his buried cock throb and start shooting long, hard jets of warm cum into her. "Ohhhh," he groaned, giving a quick little thrust with each jet.
Meg gasped in delight, puffing herself hard against him as his cum licked its way into the depths of her pussy. The sensation was exquisite. She didn't want it to ever end.
After his cock had stopped spouting, he pistoned her slowly, letting it empty itself with rapidly diminishing surges and throbs.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "why did I ever let myself go so long without a cock? Don't stop fucking me, Harvey. Don't ever stop fucking me!"
He finished her off with his whole body shuddering and jerking cum into her cunt.
"Jesus, I love to fuck," he said, rolling from her.
"I do, too. Oh, God, I do too."
Meg had had her first fuck in five years and she was determined that it wouldn't be her last.
And it wasn't. But it still wasn't as frequent as she would have liked. Harvey said he could only see her on certain nights. So, for nearly four months, she got the cock she needed so badly all the time only on certain nights.
And then there was the night she met his wife and the whole bubble bunt.
The sounds from the other worn grew louder. They were sounds of sex... of fucking, of sucking. And the sounds drove into Meg's pussy like painful spikes. It had been her daughter's idea to spend the summer at the beach, just the three of them, so Meg could forget about Harvey.
Meg had agreed, without realizing that she would be constantly tortured by the two of them enjoying each other's bodies so much.
She couldn't resist.
Quietly, driven by the restless itch in her pussy and the throbbing ache in her breasts, she opened the door between the two rooms until she could peek in.
Jerry had insisted that he and Sada would have lunch in their room. Sada was lunching, all right, on the hard meat of her husband's massive cock.
Meg's daughter was blonde, like her father, and at eighteen she had a marvelous, bosomy body. Meg didn't envy her daughter her looks or her body. She was confident that she was just as attractive. In many ways, because of her maturity, she was probably more attractive than Sada. Even her son-in-law, Jerry, had given her many hard stares when she moved around the house or the beach in her bikini.
What she did envy of her daughter was Jerry's cock. It was long and hard and beautiful.
She watched, wide-eyed, as the big-busted girl slid to her knees in front of her man. She took the huge, hard head of his swollen meat into the warm, moist circle of her red lips. She clamped her lips firmly and wetly around the throbbing cock and nursed lovingly on it, cupping his balls with her hands.
Meg felt the heat rise in her own legs as the girl licked at the hard, lubricated shaft of flesh that slowly slid deeper in between her lips.
"Oh, suck it, baby, suck it. That's it... take the whole thing down your throat," Jerry gasped, his head thrown back and his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Although Meg hadn't approved of the marriage because of their ages, she could certainly see what Sada saw in Jerry.
She had to thrill at the gigantic proportions of his rod, eye-measuring it as it disappeared all the way down to its base, being taken in hungrily between the sucking lips. His pubic hair completely buried Sada's pert little nose as she increased the bobbing motions over his naked lap. Her tongue washed round and round on the rubbery-hard cock, and her blonde hair swayed in rhythm, brushing over his trembling thighs. Her wet tongue was like a coiling snake, sucking him oft licking at his balls, pistoning the head in and out of her distended lips.
Jerry raised on his toes, eyes closed, pushing deeper and deeper into the warm, wet cave of his wife's mouth, stuffing himself in and out of her open throat.
"Unnnggg, take it, baby, take it all... now... NOW!"
By now, Meg itched all over. She silently closed the door, rubbing her thighs wetly together, and then stroking at her hardened nipples.
"Oh, God," she said aloud, "I've got to have it... I've got to have a cock."
Chapter Two
Meg's head throbbed with the sight and sounds of sex as she walked out of the house and down the windswept beach. She had thrown a light netted wrap around her shoulders and still the brisk wind off the Atlantic caused goose bumps on her flesh.
The young boys and girls were still playing on the beach. They yelled at her when she passed and she smiled in return. The houses along the beach were far apart, with rolling dunes between them. Once she was past the children, she moved a few yards inland from the ocean and let the chill breeze be broken by the dunes.
Usually she loved to walk on the beach alone. It gave her a sense of peace. But today was different. The sound of the wind and ocean waves was, for some reason, erotic for her. It reminded her of the scene she had just witnessed.
She closed her eyes and the turbulence of the sea became the moans from Jerry's throat as his cock slid in and out of Sada's pretty face. Meg wished that cock were sliding between her own lips. She wished she could taste the salty tang of his cum as it shot across her tongue.
The image of Jerry's cock brought back the tremendous desire for Harvey's huge, thick meat.
She remembered that night, how he had teased her until she thought she would explode. Little did she know why he was using her as he was.
They had started out necking, petting, until she thought she would go up the walls.
"Fuck me, Harvey. Take my clothes off arid shove your cock into me!"
"Easy, baby, easy," Harvey whispered. "Jesus you do get hot fast."
"You make me hot... what's wrong? Why take so long tonight to do what we both want to do?"
"In time... honey, in time."
His hands were on her burning tits. His hips wriggled his pants-covered cock over the still draped mound of her heated cunt. A hand dropped to her ass and pulled her closer.
"Do you want it?" he asked.
"I'm starving for it... for your cock," she moaned. "My belly hurts, it needs your cock so much."
God, how she needed it.
She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. He stared with those big eyes of his while she showed him her patch of pubic hair, the dark circle concealing the darker circle within. He raised his hand, squeezed and enveloped her breast, teasing a nipple. He did all the moving, she did none.
He lowered his hand covering her breast. It went directly to her inner thigh to stoke it until she was moaning. She moved, slightly, enough to elevate her hips so he could draw her panties down below her knees until she was naked and he stared at her -- her rounded ass, the soft curvature of her thighs, the secrets of her pulsing pussy leaking out its slow stream.
Then suddenly he moved, his body suspended on his knees, hovering above her. Her brain was swimming in want, her eyes closed, her mouth curled in that slow, blinking sex smile, which both denies and admits what is going on below.
His arms slowly unfolded her as he plunged that big, delicious cock deeper and deeper into her body. He nudged the thick, throbbing meat further until it moved inside her all the way. With even rhythms, he began to fuck her. He opened his mouth on hers and she sucked his tongue into her, reveling in the taste as well as the feel.
Her tits swelled up against his hairy chest and there was a tearing, zooming sound in her head as she felt herself come.
Then, without warning, the cock was gone. But it was quickly replaced by his hard wet tongue. Oh, shit, it's good, she thought. He's never taken long enough with sex to eat me before, and it's wonderful, beautiful!
Harvey buried his face between her heated thighs. His tongue found the wet lips of her pussy and split them. Then the long, probing tip was fucking in and out of her hole, his upper lip pressed hard against her erect clitoris.
"Oh, yes... oh, Jesus, yes," she cried. "Suck my pussy... eat it!"
"Is it good? Do you like your cunt tongue-fucked, Meg?"
"I love it. I love it all!" she cried.
He had lifted himself up. "Just close your eyes, Meg... that's it. Close your eyes and relax while I eat and suck your pussy."
And then the tongue was back again, harder and more expert than before. She realized that the beard didn't scratch any more, but she thought nothing of it because she was so caught up in the thrill that the tongue gave her body.
She groaned with joy as she jerked and lifted her buttocks in an effort to relieve the intense pressure that was building in her clitoris. The tongue was now going up and down her wet furrow.
Then his cock was forced between her lips. She heard his voice above her: "Suck my cock, Meg... oh, God, suck my cock!"
She sucked as he continued to urge her on. And then she realized that his voice was above her. He wasn't eating her pussy. Her eyes flew open and she looked down between her raised legs and widespread thighs.
My God, she thought, it's Paula. It's his wife, Paula! She's eating my cunt while I'm sucking off her husband's cock!
Still groggy from the need for sex, Meg pulled her mouth from his cock and tried to wriggle away from Paula's vise-like grip on her thighs.
"What are you doing... Jesus, stop!" she cried.
"You're beautiful, Meg... I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw Harvey fuck you."
A scream erupted from Meg's lips, and she began sliding upward on the bed, trying to get away from the mouth that was glued to her widespread vagina.
"Oh no! Don't do that!"
"Why not?" Paula grinned up at her. "You love it!"
"You mustn't," Meg wailed. "Leave me alone! Let me go!"
"Didn't it feel good? Didn't you like it?" Harvey said from beside her on the bed, pulling on his tock with one hand and fingering Paula's pussy with the other.
"Yes, but..." Meg was confused, frightened.
"Suck on my cock a little, Paula, honey," he said, "I'll try to explain to little Miss Goody Two Shoes."
Paula gleefully rolled over and sucked the full length of Harvey's shaft down her throat. "Jesus!" Meg gasped.
Harvey smiled. "That's right. My lovely wife sucks cock just as good as she eats pussy. And once I found that out and accepted it, we saved our marriage."
"You're crazy... filthy," Meg said.
"Are we, Meg?" Harvey replied. "You ended up a frustrated divorcee, didn't you? Well, Paula likes sex with both men and women. But then she brought home a straight girl one night who wouldn't swing with her. She got me to turn the chick on and eventually she came around. We ended up having a wild threesome that made everybody happy. Now Paula and I always swing together. C'mon, you'll like, it... believe me."
"No... no... I won't," Meg cried, unable to take her eyes off the appearing and disappearing cock. She couldn't believe all that meat was actually going down Paula's throat. It was fascinating.
"No... it's disgusting!"
"It's beautiful," Paula said, lifting her lips from Harvey's cock, and smiling up at Meg. "Yes, it's so beautiful." She gently swayed the rigid pole of Harvey's cock back and forth before Meg's eyes like a pendulum.
"No."
"Suck my cock a little, Meg. Put your lips around the head and suck."
"No... please... not with both of you," Meg pleaded. But she was powerless to stop Harvey's hand as he gently pushed her head down to his belly. She had to admit it. She liked it. She liked his cock and she had loved the tender, expert way Paula had eaten her pussy.
Then she couldn't stop, even as she felt Paula's hair fluff against her stomach, her tongue leaving a wet trail toward her pussy. She was kissing Harvey's stomach, then his belly button. Paula's tongue nuzzled her clit and her hands went around the cheeks of Meg's ass, pulling her cunt into her face.
Meg thought of her daughter, Sada, and how revolted she would be if she ever found out her mother's true lust. She shuddered with the knowledge of her own carnal desires, desires that overcame her morality to the point of having sex with another woman.
But the thoughts were too far beneath layers of lust, and fingers of sexual need forced them down and strangled off their voices.
Cock... cunt... suck... fuck! Those were the only important things at the moment.
She looked at herself and at Paula in the tall mirror beside the bed. The two women were beautiful, with huge, hot tits, perfect bodies, beautiful faces, hairy cunts that seemed to pulse with desire.
Meg's lips and tongue worked between Harvey's legs and gently over his balls as Paula thrust her tongue as far as it would go into her vagina. The tongue and lips worked her clit while she sucked cock. Her hands worked around and massaged the solid cheeks of Harvey's ass.
"Don't play with it, Meg honey," Harvey groaned. "Suck it! Take my cock into your mouth and suck it till it juices. Paula... Paula, baby..."
"Huh?"
"Move around here so I can suck your cunt at the same time."
Meg felt the other woman move on the bed without ungluing her mouth from her cuntlips. She felt the tongue caress her, slit from clit to anus. When at last Paula had settled her own pussy over Harvey's face.
Meg kissed the base of his bouncing cock, letting her lips slide along the shaft. Then her mouth went over the head of his prick.
They sucked loudly on each other until both the women came. Then curiosity and lust got the best of Meg.
"Oh, Jesus, Harvey, fuck me! Fuck me with your cock and I'll eat Paula!"
Meg rolled on top of him and clawed at Paula's hips until the woman was standing in a half-crouch in front of her face. Paula rubbed the wet lips of her cunt over Meg's face as Meg reached between her legs and groped for Harvey's cock.
Meg moaned. It was an involuntary sound reflecting her own suddenly craving desire. Beneath her hand, Harvey's rigid, pulsating prick jerked like a harnessed animal eager to begin its journey home to her pussy.
"I gotta fuck you, baby," he moaned, "fuck you right now!"
"Yes... yes, do it!" Meg's eyelids fluttered and she clenched her thighs, scraping them together and feeling the sensual delights of her own heated smooth flesh rubbing against heated smooth flesh all the way from trembling knees up to her feverishly moistened cuntlips.
"Oh, God... put it in... put it in," Harvey groaned, his lust enhanced by the sight of Meg's mouth gorging itself on Paula's pussy directly above him.
Panting in eagerness, Meg immediately straddled him. She knew her cunt was sopping wet and had been even before Paula had started to suck her.
Still, though, as she put her thumb and forefinger down, to separate her hotly quivering pussy lips, she was surprised by the puddle of heated moisture between her legs. She shuddered deliciously as her fingers opened her hot, sensitive cuntal mouth, then she pushed her pelvis slightly forward and brought her hungry cunt into contact with the madly throbbing pole jutting from Harvey's groin.
When she took her fingers away seconds later, the whole wonderful head oft, his prick was just barely inside her. She flexed her ass cheeks, causing her cuntlips to tighten and squeeze, and was thrilled when Harvey groaned loudly and rolled his eyes in pleasure.
Staring up at Meg above him, he saw the two straining mounds of her tits hanging down like great golden melons and her hair swaying sensually back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side in sensual wonderment. Her ass was moving in tight, growing little circles, circles that gradually became wider and wider as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the long throbbing length of the fleshy staff, Meg had worked about half of his hotly jerking rod up into her when she finally could stand the waiting no longer. With a loud groan of ecstasy, she simply let go and permitted her excited pussy to slide wetly down the shaft all the way until her vaginal lips were nibbling hungrily against the dark, curling pubic hair surrounding his balls. She was filled completely.
Whimpering, Meg could feel all of the ridged flutings of his wonderful cock throughout all of her sensitive cunt. She squeezed down with her abdominal muscles and could tell from his reaction that he found pleasure in the movement. Then, straining heavily, she pulled upward with her muscles and heard him moan loudly.
"Put your knees right up under my armpits, baby," he commanded.
Meg found that the new position enabled her to slide her cunt more easily up and down the hot, pulsating length of his lust hardened cock, and soon established a natural rhythm that gradually increased in tempo until she was bucking on top of him crazily.
Frantically working now, the rich creamy fullness of her ass rotated insanely above him, while her heavily straining tits lunged and danced.
At the same time she was greedily swallowing the delicious juices that flooded her mouth from Paula's wantonly driving cunt.
"Me... give it to me," Harvey cried, as his wife screamed out her climax.
Paula pulled away from Meg's face, sighing heavily.
Meg dug her hands into Harvey's strong muscular arms in order to get a better grip and ride his stabbing cock without losing her balance.
Paula groaned, then shrieked in pleasure as she pound her splayed pussy straight into Harvey's face and felt his tongue curl out to stab into the heated depths of her churning body, ramming a deliciously surging thrill of sensation to her raw nerve ends and setting her cunt on fire.
As Paula gushed her cum juices over her husband's face and into his mouth, he too started to climax.
Arching, the whole formidable strength of his straining body behind the effort, Harvey lifted from the bed as he drove his spike-like cock deep into Meg's hot, pulsating cunt.
She screamed as she felt his cock tear even further up her channel and start her own climax boiling. Suddenly she felt his balls tremble. It was happening... the entire tremendous volume of his cum streamed out in great hosing of jizz, shooting in hot streams into her arching, bucking body.
Meg felt the streams of white hot cum pouring into her exhausted body. Her tightly constricted belly expanded then into one blinding sensation that seemed too immense for her brain to register. She was bursting with the love she felt had been contained too long in her own selfishness.
But the exaltation lasted only as long as the climax. When it was over, Meg was ashamed, embarrassed, and guilty. She fled the apartment as fast as she could get dressed.
For the following three weeks, Paula and Harvey tried to reach her every way they could. She wouldn't return their calls anti she told Sada to tell them she was out when they came to the house to see her.
They even tried to get Sada and Jerry to intercede for them. But Meg wouldn't listen.
But she was tempted. And the temptation became so great that it started to have an effect on her health. That was when Sada had insisted on a summer at the beach.
And now, thought Meg, it made no difference. It might even be worse. She couldn't sleep. Her thoughts were haunted by images of thick and wet, dripping cocks nuzzling at the lips of her neglected cunt; a strong male mouth, perhaps, at her swollen nipples, sucking a little, licking a little. And God, how she needed that!
She dreamed about a stiff, pulsing penis shoved way up deep into her, the male heat igniting the fires of lust in her body.
"My God, look at those tits."
"Yeah... wow, wouldn't you love to suck on em."
Meg stopped dead. The voices came from just off to her right, on the far side of a high dune.
"Oh, God... I'd like to fuck. Jeez, I'd do anything to fuck a girl."
Meg stealthily crawled to the top of the dune and lay flat on her belly.
When she raised her head and looked over, she didn't know if she should cry with frustration or laugh in joy.
Chapter Three
Margaret could hardly breathe. The sight before her was animal-like in its sexual intensity. It was exciting and exhilarating.
She let her eyes travel in the same path as the boys'. They were looking at a young girl lying on a blanket in the sand. She had unfastened her bra and the rounded globes of her heavy breasts could be seen squeezing outward from the sides of her body. She had also pulled down the bottom of her bikini until a good portion of her fleshy buttocks and the appealingly dark cleavage between them was available to the youngsters' watering eyes.
Meg was amazed. Just the sight of the girl's half-nude body was driving the two boys wild. From their conversation and the way they wildly pulled their young cocks. Meg was sure that if the girl desired she could walk over behind the dune to the two boys and make them her slaves.
Then Meg looked down at her own voluptuous body and reasoned that she could do the same thing. If she approached them naked they would fall on their knees and worship her body.
She could have their sweet, willing, young cocks any way she wanted them in her already eager, sopping cunt, in her mouth, even in her ass.
Her body shivered with the realization that only a few feet away lay exactly what she was looking for. The idea made her go wild with desire -- young boys as her slaves. They were so hot at that age that they would do anything... anything for her pussy... just to look at it, touch it, smell it.
She slipped her hand down into the front of her bikini and found the swollen slit of her pussy with probing fingers. She began to rub back and forth, up and down as she watched the boys masturbate.
Their cocks were beautiful: hard muscled, with smooth white skin. They danced in their hands like two angry spears with bobbing red heads. Their little groins were barely covered with downy fuzz.
Meg could hardly control herself.
Then they came. Young clear sperm flew into the air from the heads of their tortured, bouncing cocks and dropped in great gobs onto the sand.
It was more than Meg could bear. The twin cocks remained hard even after ejaculation. The boys continued to pump on their shafts as if the come had never happened.
Oh, my God, she thought, tearing at the syrupy lips of her pussy, they can go on forever. Their youthful stamina must be twice that of a man's and their pent-up desires were the same.
She was almost ready to step out from her hiding place and confront them when the girl on the beach moved. She stood and re-fastened her bra in preparation to leave. Immediately the boys pulled their swim trunks up and slithered off around the dunes and out of sight.
It was only after they were gone that Meg regained her sanity and reasoned how dangerous and stupid her thoughts had been. They were children, barely eighteen years old. What could she have been thinking of?
But, never the less, her body was boiling with the heat of sexual need and desire as she traced, her path back to the house. She couldn't get the picture of those two, stiff young cocks out of her mind.
She knew that the innocence and youth of the boys appealed to her. She couldn't stop the thoughts of playing and sucking on those cocks from entering her jumbled brain.
But she was a moral, respectable woman. How could she even think of such things?
She rushed upstairs to her bathroom and removed her clothes. She tried to put the boys, her daughter, and Jerry, out of her mind as she adjusted her shower cap and turned on the spray.
As she started to step into the shower, she caught a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror. For some reason it shocked her to realize how well her firm, smooth-skinned figure compared to her daughter's and to the young girl on the beach.
"If that girl could excite those boys that much, when she was only half nude... I wonder what I could do stark naked," she mumbled aloud.
There was not a trace of the fact that she had born a child. There were no stretch marks or any extra flesh on her body. Her breasts were still firm and large, her stomach was flat, and her ass was fleshy, but solid.
Meg was not very tall, only five foot three, but she was perfectly proportioned for her height. She looked much younger than her years. Her hair was still worn in an easy, loose shoulder length style that was more indicative of younger women. The natural dark color was still lovely.
She ran her hands over her body. She cupped her tits from underneath and pushed them up. There was not far they could go, they were so firm. She was pleased with the way she looked. She thought that it would not be too terrible to have a boy's young body next to hers.
But she quickly dismissed the thought. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she felt the water pour over her. She soaped up her cunt and washed away all of the juices that she had gushed out from her masturbation. She sighed again from the touch of her own hand as she washed. The thoughts of the boys again tried to intrude.
Again, for the third time tat day, her fingers found her clitoris and started to manipulate the hot, hard little button.
No, she thought, this is ridiculous, silly. I'm a gown, mature woman. Sex and its cravings are normal. It's also normal to satisfy those cravings.
She decided, defiantly, that she would satisfy them, that very evening.
The bar was clear at the other end of the beach. She had heard about it from gossipy women in the laundromat, from men at the check-out counter, and now and then even an ad in one of Jerry's underground newspapers that he constantly left around the house. The ad was all too clear in her mind as she gingerly approached the door.
"GEORGE'S, where the swinging singles swing and the swapping couples meet."
There was an insane hammering inside her belly and her head as she pushed open the door.
"...do you have a card?"
The girl was young, about twenty, and dressed very sedately.
"A... no, what card?" Meg stammered. "This is a private club. You have to buy a membership."
"Oh... no, I'm not a member," Meg said. "Sorry." She turned to leave.
"Oh, it's all right," the girl replied. "It's mostly for the singe guys, anyway. They sometimes cause trouble and the police are always trying to close us up, you know."
"Oh... sure." Meg didn't know, but she didn't want to seem totally ignorant. She felt her courage draining fast.
"George always lets single women in anyway if they look all right. It's good for business. Go ahead!"
The girl pressed a button and opened the door behind her for Meg.
"Thanks," she said, a lump in her throat as she walked into the dimly-lit, music-filled room.
For a moment she froze and was on the point of fleeing. The bar stools seemed all occupied, the tables a dark blur. Then someone was forsaking a stool. Two stools. An attractive couple, apparently just meeting each other, had gotten up to leave. The man was very handsome and he had obviously just picked the girl up. The idea thrilled Meg. But, instead of leaving, the couple disappeared through a curtain in the rear of the bar.
Meg slid onto one of the newly vacated barstools, forcing a look of conviviality. The music was soft. The room pleasantly air-conditioned. The sounds of ice clinking in glasses, the usual bar sounds, were somehow reassuring.
"A Rob Roy," she said when the bartender asked her for her order Meg knew Harvey would flip if he could see her here this way, alone.
"Excuse me," a voice said. A man slid onto the adjoining barstool accidentally -- was it accidentally? -- grasping her elbow.
"That's all right," Meg said automatically, not daring to allow herself to look at him.
"At least, let me buy you a drink, for being such a clumsy oaf," he coaxed. Nice voice. Deep, mature.
Then the image was shattered as she turned and looked at him. He was short, shaped like an egg, and drool practically rolled from the corners of his mouth as his beady eyes openly lusted for Meg's breasts in the tight, low-cut dress.
Oh, God, she thought, have I struck out already? Is this the kind of man I attract? "I have a drink on the way," she said, coldly.
"Then I'll buy the second," the man offered, his eyes still lingering on the provocative thrust of her breasts. "Joe here makes the best drinks in town."
"I'm not a drinker," Meg admitted.
"Shame." His eyes asked if she were a swinger.
"I've never been in a bar alone before." That was a kooky thing to say.
"Where else can swinging singles meet?" he jibed.
"You're not single," Meg replied, looking directly at the ring on his finger.
"But I swing," he said, parting his lips in a grotesque grin that revealed yellow, tobacco stained teeth.
"I don't," Meg said.
"Then what the fuck are you doing in here?" he said, suddenly angered by her attitude.
"Eric, why don't you leave the lady alone and go back to the john and play with yourself."
Meg turned toward the low, cultured female voice that had come to her rescue. She saw a tall, beautiful dark-haired woman at her shoulder.
"Butt out, Sandra," the fat man said.
The woman had a command about her that seemed to stare down and wilt the man. He slid off the stool and moved away, mumbling to himself. "Fucking dykes... oughta keep em outta here."
"Don't worry, honey," the woman told Meg. "He's just a harmless pain in the ass. He got too heavy with me one night and my husband worked him over. He's been petrified of me ever since."
"Thanks," Meg said.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Please do," Meg said, sorry that her first encounter had turned out so lousy, but glad that she, at least, had a kindred soul to talk to.
"I'm Sandra."
"Margaret Reed. Call me Meg."
Suddenly it struck Meg what a stunning woman Sandra was. She was very tall, with short black hair, and exquisite features that gave a regal, almost imperial, quality to her face. She was around thirty probably, but could have passed as much younger. Meg was sure this woman had no trouble picking up anyone she wanted.
Sandra seemed to read her thoughts. "Don't worry, honey, he's not the usual kind that comes in here. Most of the guys are really cool. I know, I've had just about all of them."
Meg blushed. Sandra's bluntness was turning her on. It was exhilarating. The scene suddenly got better. "I don't know," Meg offered. "This is my first time."
"You didn't mean what you said, did you?"
"What?"
"That you didn't swing?"
Meg blushed again. "I never have... yet. Is your husband here?"
"He's out of town. I don't usually come in here alone. There are too many guys like Eric around. But tonight I got lonely sitting at home alone."
"Are you... are you going to pick up a man?" Meg said.
"Never, not without Ralph along. Ralph's my husband. No, it's too dangerous with some of the kooks floating around."
Meg's head was swimming. Suddenly she realized what was going on. Sandra and her husband were part of the same scene as Harvey and Paula. She remembered that wild night in bed with the two of them. She remembered the gentle and expert way Paula had eaten her pussy.
She looked at Sandra with new interest. A woman really wasn't the kind of relief that she needed and wanted, but it might be safer.
The tall girl didn't miss her look. She slid off the stool. "Let's go in the back. Bring your drink!"
"What's back there?" Meg asked. She felt very foolish. At her age she had no idea what was going on.
"Movies... new one every week," Sandra replied. "I haven't seen this one."
The theatre part of the bar was very small and very dark. The seats were more like love seats, very wide and soft. As soon as her eyes adjusted she realized what kind of a movie it was. A man and two women were fucking on the screen. The sight of the big cock plummeting in and out of the girl's cunt had an immediate effect on Meg.
"Ever see a film like this before?" Sandra said, edging closer until her hot leg was pressed against Meg's.
"Once," Meg gulped, "at a party... it was a long time ago." She felt like an idiot. She also felt scared, but she was too embarrassed by her own ignorance to get up and leave. The soft thigh against her own was also turning her on more than she wanted to admit.
Meg falsely watched the screen for minutes that seemed like hours. What would be her next move? Would she make one? Meg half-hoped she would, half-hoped she wouldn't. Oh, this is childish, this is obscene, and she told herself.
Then Meg realized, as the screen momentarily brightened, that they weren't alone. Sitting directly in front of them she saw the handsome couple whose stool she had taken at the bar.
They were locked in a passionate embrace, nearly as heated as the scene on the screen. She tried to tear her eyes away from them, but the sounds they made kept drawing her back.
Soon, after a half-dozen long and silent kisses, the girl was moaning with need. A need that Meg fully sympathized with. She watched the two, forgetting the screen, but not entirely forgetting the girl in the seat next to her.
The man began playing with the girl. The girl was so excited, she appeared helpless. She didn't even resist when the man made her expose her breasts right there in the theatre. She pulled the blouse wide open so her tits showed completely, even tough it was obvious that both Meg and her neighbor must be watching. Then the man had his hand inside the girl's panties and was digging into her cunt.
Meg could not resist. She had to look at Sandra to her to see if she was really watching the couple, too.
She was, and she smiled at Meg's flushed expression.
"Quite a double feature we're seeing here, eh?" she whispered. Meg snapped her eyes back to the screen and did not answer.
When Meg looked down again, the girl was taking off her panties and holding her skirt up high, fidgeting in her seat.
By the motions of the man's arm, Meg could picture his fingers fucking in and out of the girl, the juice running out of her pussy.
Meg ached all over, just with the want to be in that seat instead of the girl.
It seemed that knowing he was being watched drove the man even harder. He redoubled his efforts. The girl was moaning openly and arching up in the seat as the man's head disappeared under her skirt. The girl was whimpering as she neared her peak, and Meg found that her own hand was pressing down hard on her crotch. She was wet down there. She could feel her own juices running down aver her thigh.
The girl was coming again and again and again, and Meg could not stop a small sound from escaping her own lips.
Sandra leaned over until her lips were in Meg's ear. "I wish I was doing to you what he's doing to her."
No, Meg thought, no, not again, not tonight, not with a woman. She looked up to see the girl on the screen sucking the man's huge, hard cock. That's what I want, she screamed to herself, I want a cock.
Sandra lifted one of Meg's hands to her breast. Meg gasped as she felt the woman's hard nipple in her hand. It throbbed in her palm and she was helpless to do anything but squeeze and knead.
"Want to?" Sandra asked, her voice low and throaty.
"Yes," Meg said, with what sounded like a sob in her throat.
"My place," Sandra said. "Do you have a car?" Meg nodded. "Good. Follow me."
Chapter Four
Meg's heart beat wildly with excitement as Sandra led her into the apartment.
"Ah, all right," Meg said. She still felt giddy from the bar, but the lust in her body was overcoming everything about the strange situation she found herself in.
Sandra made drinks and handed one to Meg, who took it with shaking hands.
"Hey, relax!"
"What?"
"Your hands... they're shaking like crazy. I won't bite you... at least, not yet," Sandra said, laughing as she sat beside Meg on the sofa. She sipped her drink, amused at Meg's reaction. "You think I'm a lesbian, don't you?"
"No... not really," Meg managed to say. "Just... maybe different."
"Different from what... you? Shit, Meg, admit it. You need it, I need it... we all need it. Relax." Meg took a deep breath. "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right. I like to fuck... men and women. I enjoy sex. It makes me feel whole."
Meg took a long drink from her glass as Sandra continued. "It strips everything away but the obvious. There's a wonderful feeling in being yourself, a delicious freedom in peeling away the phony inhibitions."
Meg watched with a mixture of excitement and fear. She felt giddy and confident. She knew she couldn't fail, she felt it in her blood. In a few minutes, Meg's apprehension would give way to a wild excitement when she realized what would actually happen. Sandra had been through it often enough before to predict her reactions.
First, she tried to put Meg at ease by getting her into a casual conversation about herself. She studied her meanwhile, probing with her eyes beneath the tight dress Meg wore.
"What are you thinking about?" Meg said.
"Just wondering," Sandra replied. "Wandering if your pubic hair will be thick and bushy, or soft and silken, whether your pussy will be tight and succulent or deep and enveloping."
"Jesus, Sandra!"
"Oh, shit! Admit it. You're hot as hell!"
Then it happened with such swiftness, even Sandra was startled by her own fierce aggressiveness. One moment she was sitting next to Meg, her knee gently pressing against the woman's outer thigh, and the next a wild, uncontrollable urge seized her, an overpowering desire that shattered her control.
She suddenly wound her arms around Meg and gave her a hard, passionate kiss, ramming her tongue between her lips. For a moment, the startled Meg moaned in protest and tried to push her away. But Sandra clung tightly to her breasts and her hot, wet mouth. She quickly slipped one hand beneath Meg's skirt, found the rim of her panties and probed with her fingers. She groped between her soft, hot thighs for a moment, then slid a finger into her moistness, feeling the woman's body suddenly stiffen.
Sandra began a gentle back-and-forth motion with her hand as she kissed Meg on the lips, then found her tiny swollen clitoris and stroked the tip of her finger against it.
The next moment Meg's thighs damped tightly on her hand and she sobbed deep in her throat. She wound her arms around Sandra, squirming against her, and clutched her tongue in her mouth as her trembling passion bunt.
Sandra continued to arouse her, biting her on the lips, and probing her moist, eager cleft with her fingers, until her own impatient excitement suddenly got the better of her. She released Meg and stood up, her ripe breasts heaving. She grabbed her.
"Let's go upstairs," she said hoarsely.
Meg nodded, her cheeks flushed and her eyes burning. She bit her lip to contain her fierce excitement as they went upstairs, one hand stroking and fondling Sandra's soft buttocks beside her.
In the bedrooms Meg started to unbutton her blouse.
"No," Sandra whispered. "I'll undress you."
She squirmed her stomach against Meg's as she unbuttoned her blouse, barely able to control her shaking fingers. She took it oft then embraced Meg as she undid her bra. Removing the bra, she stared down at Meg's delicate breasts. They were large and perfectly formed, each centered with a large, swollen nipple. She cupped a breast in each hand, sucking in her breath with pleasure at their hot, velvety softness. Meg moaned and closed her eyes as Sandra sucked eagerly on a nipple, relishing its sweet, fleshy taste, circling it with her tongue, then biting it gently, until Meg was sobbing urgently.
Then Meg felt her half-naked body being pushed onto the bed. Sexual hunger burned between her thighs. She felt Sandra tugging at her dress with frantic hands. She raised her hips to allow more freedom.
Then her panty hose were gone. Oh, God, she thought, it's practically rape. Rape by another woman, and I'm loving it. I must be perverted, I must be. Then, with a soft sob, she raised her hips off the bed as Sandra gripped her panties and pulled them down.
Sandra gasped. "Your body's beautiful, Meg. I'm going to love you so much!"
Still fully dressed, Sandra knelt between Meg's parted white thighs, clutching her satiny buttocks, staring with fascination at the source of her deepest pleasure. Between the abundant nest of fine dark hair, her cuntlips glistened, parted and waiting. Sandra breathed deeply, filling her nostrils with Meg's fragrance, hearing her soft moans of impatience and excitement.
Then she buried herself eagerly in her silken wetness, probing deeply with her tongue. For the first few minutes she teased Meg with prolonged kisses and a gentle, almost leisurely exploration of the tender, moist flesh with her tongue, until the other woman was sobbing with bliss and jerking her hips to a steady rhythm in response.
Suddenly, Sandra's kisses grew frenzied as insatiable hunger gripped her. She flicked her tongue wildly against Meg's most sensitive parts. After a minute, she felt Meg's body arch sharply and heard her low scream of ecstasy. Her buttocks wriggled feverishly in Sandra's hands and her damp, hat thighs pressed tightly to her cheeks as Sandra used her lips and tongue skillfully.
Meg was being teasingly driven out of her mind. Her cries were almost of agony as she dug her sharp nails into her lover's shoulders, as if by inflicting pain she could bring about her climax and stop the wildly shuddering spasms in her cunt. Her sharp cries of pain and pleasure reverberated off the bedroom walls as she tried to slide her ass back and escape the taunting tongue.
When this happened, Sandra only clutched her ass cheeks harder and lacked her mouth more savagely to Meg's cuntal entrance.
The younger woman drove her tongue with unequaled passion into Meg's moist cavity. It was as though she was intent on now fulfilling only her own obsessed hunger for Meg's cunt.
Her entire being was immersed in Meg's delicious body, in the fragrance of her cuntal juices that poured into her waiting, eager mouth.
The two bodies writhed around on the bed. Meg reached around Sandra's waist, and dipped her fingers into the rough brush and wet slit of her cunt. Sandra's tongue moved faster in the moistening slit. She raised her head, moaned loudly, and again planted her mouth over the spread lips of Meg's pussy and licked away furiously.
Meg's pelvis was steadily pumping under her, driving her eager pussy against Sandra's face. Sandra darted her tongue in and out of the cunt, each flick, and each suck upon the clitoris, more zealous than the one before it.
"Oh, my God... ohhh, it's beautiful!" Meg screamed. She was coming in Sandra's face, and it only made the younger woman suck harder at her creaming pussy.
The two bodies were completely straddled now, and the two women had one hand braced at each side of each other's ass, one knee an each side of each other's head, both licking and sucking at each other's aunt, caught up in the torrent of emotion, each clit swollen and distended, each face buried in the tasty jelly-like lips of the other's aunt. Sucking each other's clit, sucking it off, sometimes tenderly, sometimes in fury. Trembling in each other's anus, milky white tits tingling on each other's soft and working bellies. Both planting out endearments, outrageously sunk in pleasure. Meg felt it welling up, the thrill only this could give her. Her lips and tongue were on fire with need, tingling with the sweet, searing moistness of Sandra's pussy.
Again and again Meg's soft, hot body shuddered wildly and with ecstasy as Sandra vented her overpowering urge, unable to get enough of Meg's essence, unable to control her frantic desire for more. With each electrifying thrill that shook Meg's body and raced through her searing wet flesh, a deep, melting wave of bliss swept through Sandra's blood, until they finally released each other with a long, shuddering sigh.
Sandra stood up, wiping her cheeks with her hand, gazing down with satisfaction.
"Do you want me now? I mean, really want me?"
"Yes," Meg whispered, "want all of you."
Their passion had been so urgent, so all consuming that Sandra had only removed her panties before. Now she began a slow, provocative, undulating movement as she removed first her skin, then her blouse, and finally her bra. Her huge breasts jumped into view, bringing a gasp from Meg as she viewed the milky white skin and turgid nipples.
A new surge of desire swept through Meg as Sandra lay down on top of her, pressing her hot, velvety breasts against Meg's larger, pillow-like tits. She squirmed her tangle of soft pubic hair against Meg's soaking thighs.
"Your cunt was delicious, Meg," Sandra cooed. "Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes... I loved it."
"It was the first time you've had a woman, wasn't it?" Sandra said.
"No... not the first time," Meg said, the closeness of the other woman's body now refueling her need for sex.
"Fuck me!" Sandra cried. "Fuck my clit and bring me off!"
Meg knew what the other woman wanted and she also knew that she would give it. She became the aggressor. She snaked her tongue into Sandra's mouth, while her hand stroked her trembling inner thighs. The contact of their soft, hot flesh pressed tightly together, locked in a fierce embrace, sent a profuse trickle through her aching loins. She seemed to watch the spectacle from a distance, with cool detachment.
Meg sat up and placed a folded leg on each side of the girl's hips. She sat astride her body facing her, her moist thighs tingling as they came to soft, thrilling contact with Sandra's. Their wet, eager flesh created a delicious friction that sent ripples of pleasure through Meg's loins as she began slow, back and forth motions on the woman. She reached down, grasping and fondling the hot, swollen breasts. Her eyes glittered with excitement as she looked at Sandra's face, which was more beautiful as it mirrored the bliss she felt. She stroked her silken thighs and lower stomach as she speeded up her pace, soft groans of pleasure coming from Sandra's throat.
Sandra had barely completed her orgasm when Meg felt her own start again. "I'm coming. Oh, God, Sandra... I'm coming again!"
"Give it to me," Sandra cried, writhing her face under Meg's ass and burying it between her thighs. "I'll suck it dry for you."
Again Meg was being licked by that wild tongue and sucked by that sensuous mouth. The come was good and again she felt the urge to scream, even louder than before. She jammed a pillow into her mouth and bit down on it with a savage motion. She had to do something to stifle the screams of animal delight she felt mounting in her breast -- she couldn't prevent herself from giving vent to the feeling of agonized joy which coursed through her.
Sandra continued to work her tongue up and down the juicy furrow, building it toward yet another climax, plunging her stiffened tongue into the mouth of the throbbing cunt. Meg quivered and gasped. She reached down and opened the slit wider, and Sandra was blowing warmly on the wet, naked, overheated inner flesh.
Between the drinks, this beautiful woman, and all this wonderful, free, sex, Meg's mind was spinning. She sucked in her breath and waited as Sandra's tongue traced an oval around the slit, licking lightly and teasing it into even more fervent delight.
"God, I can't stand it! Lick it harder or I'll die!"
Meg yelled.
Sandra licked more, piercing again the puffy lips and gliding over the throbbing clitoris, slowly burrowing into the moist, tense opening.
Meg was coming. Twisting, moaning, biting the pillow and coming again.
Sandra knelt at her ass, a smile of happiness on her face. Her lips were thickly smeared with the discharge from Meg's fervent cunt.
"Now we're really going to have some fun," Sandra said, sliding off the bed and crossing to a dresser.
"...what do you mean?"
"We're going to fuck each other with this," Sandra said, whirling from the dresser and brandishing a long rubber hose.
As she approached the bed Meg could see that it wasn't a hose at all. It was a huge, thick, pliable rubber cock with a rounded bulbous head on both ends.
"Oh no!" Meg shouted.
"What's the matter, honey," Sandra said, "You wanted a cock tonight, didn't you? Well?"
What Sandra was suggesting was more than Meg could take, even in her newly liberated, attitude. She scrambled off the bed and into her clothes.
"Hey," Sandra said, stretching out on the bed and methodically ramming half the rubber cock up into her cunt. "Where you goin? What's the matter?"
"I... I can't," Meg said, almost weeping.
"Jesus," Sandra replied, "You really are up-tight, aren't you? Well... to each his own. But you've too much passion to waste, honey. Remember that the next time you get horny. I'll still be here and, maybe next time Ralph will be, too."
"Oh, my God!" Meg said, jamming her panty hose into her purse.
"You'll love Ralph, Meg. His cock is twelve inches long."
Meg could hear Sandra's groans from upstairs as she scrambled down, the stairs and out into the night air.
Oh, God, what have I done? What have I become? she thought, as she managed to get the car started and headed home. All the way home she reproached herself. But as she pulled in the drive she thought of what Sandra had said. Twelve inches.
And she thought about the fact that she had come many times, but she wasn't satisfied, fulfilled the way she had wanted to be fulfilled when she had started out that night.
She hadn't had a cock.
She parked the car and thought about Harvey's cock.
She climbed the stairs and thought about Jerry's cock in the next bedroom.
She climbed into bed and thought about the two boys' cocks on the beach.
And she was hot all over again.
Why couldn't she shut her eyes and pretend Harvey's warm body was in bed with her? Pretend Harvey's hands were touching her, everywhere. His fingers tweaking her nipples, in that way that made her bounce into the sky, his fingers stroking her thighs, teasing her. Harvey's heavy weight upon her. Harvey pushing into her with heat.
Damn! Meg rolled over and burrowed her face into the pillow. She hurt down there. Why wasn't Harvey here to caress away the hurt? Meg knew she had been playing games with herself.
She knew she would do the same thing the next night. Only this time she would find a cock.
Chapter Five
But she didn't.
Meg managed to steel herself all the next day, that night, and the morning of yet another day. She was determined not to go out and place herself in the same vulnerable and degrading position she had with Sandra.
But by the afternoon of the second day she was ready to climb the walls. Hearing the sexual athletics of Sada and Jerry in the adjoining bedroom two or three times a day didn't help. Meg found herself staring at Jerry's crotch as he moved around the house. She envisioned his cock popping out of his jeans and into her mouth as she had seen it do tat day when she had watched her daughter suck him off.
After lunch Sada and Jerry started getting itchy and making their knowing glances at each other. When they casually left the worn, Meg couldn't stand it.
Again her thoughts were on the boys at the beach. She put on a bikini and left the house. She was practically running by the time she got to the dune where she had discovered them previously.
The girl was there, sunning herself an the beach, but the boys were absent.
Meg was crestfallen and, worse, she was frustrated. Just when she had gotten up the courage to go through with it, she had nothing to go through with.
She walked back to the house with an even bigger ache in her loins. When she entered the living room, Jerry was at the bar fixing a drink. He was dressed only in his shorts. The bulge was prominent. It was all Meg could do to keep her eyes above his waist.
He watched her came in and slump down on the sofa. "You look like I feel," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Lousy," he replied. "Sada and I had a fight."
"Before or after," Meg said. He looked at her, startled, and smiled. She immediately wished that she hadn't said it.
"Before," he laughed, and walked over to her. He stood directly in front of her, his bulging crotch just inches from her face.
"Jesus... Jerry," she said.
"Hey, what's the matter. Can't you take a joke all of a sudden?"
"Not that kind. Not now," she said, forcing her eyes up to his. He was laughing at her, and seeing right through her. She could feel it and it made her even more uncomfortable.
Her son-in-law was looking at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. "What about a drink? You look as though you could use one."
"In the middle of the afternoon?" Meg said.
"It's like a substitute," he said, returning to the bar. "It takes the edge off when there's nothing else. Unless there is something else."
She was right. He was interpreting her nervousness for exactly what it was. No, she thought, not with her son-in-law, not with her daughter's husband. She wouldn't sink that low.
"I'll have the drink," she said. "What was the fight about?"
"A party next week. I want to go, she doesn't."
"Why not?" Meg asked.
"Here's a stiff one," Jerry said, as he hovered over her, two glasses in hand. "It's the kind of party, I guess. The people are a little kooky. She used to dig the parties before we got married. Now she won't go anymore. I insisted. She got pissed and went to a movie."
Meg glanced at his crotch again. The bulge was even more pronounced. "It looks like she picked a rotten time." Again she bit her lip.
"She sure did," Jerry laughed. "Hey, you know, when you loosen up, you can be fun."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Jerry," Meg said. "You two are either making love or fighting. Sometimes I think that's all marriage is."
He sat on the sofa beside her. "You ever think about getting mated again?"
"Oh, no," Meg said. "No way. I don't want any part of it."
"But you want what goes with it, right?" Jerry said, his hand touching her knee in consolation. "And you're not getting that either, are you?"
Their eyes met above their glasses. Jerry took a deep breath, and Meg's mouth parted, her eyes fastened to his. The silence was numbing.
"Meg." His voice was a hoarse whisper.
It was all in their eyes. She could feel it and she was powerless to stop it. "No, Jerry... no."
Her fingers were nervous when he took the glass away. Her eyes closed in sweet anguish when his mouth came down to meet hers. Jerry knew what she needed. Jerry wouldn't play games.
The weight of his body was heavy on hers as his mouth fused with hers and his hands covered her body with an expertise that set off charges within her.
"Let's go inside," he whispered hotly, his mouth at her ear.
They were already inside, but Meg didn't have to ask what he meant.
"No, Jerry... we can't."
"We can."
"It isn't right. My God, I'm old enough to be your mother. I am your wife's mother."
"Look, why waste time? You need me and I need you... for now, anyway. It's true... isn't it?" His hard cock was rubbing against her thigh. It sent electric sparks right to the core of her cunt.
At that moment a hatred for all men rose quickly in Meg's breast. But it faded quickly when his hands found the soft mound between her thighs.
He was right. It was better with him than it would be to return to Sandra or to do anything silly and dangerous with the two boys on the beach.
"Meg..." he said, "upstairs."
"What if Sada comes back."
"She was so mad when she left, she won't be back for hours."
She felt herself being pulled from the sofa. His lean, hard young body pressed against hers as he guided her up the stairs. His tongue was in her ear and he massaged her breasts, further breaking down her resistance.
In the bedroom he was fumbling at the ties on her bikini top. "Meg, I've wanted to do this just as long as you have."
Oh, God, she thought, he knows. He's known all along.
Her bra came off. His fingers caught at the elastic at her waist and then Meg swayed nakedly before him. He cupped the high rising whiteness of her tits, his mouth at her ear again. Meg thought she would go out of her mind in another minute.
In painful impatience, her fingers sought his prick. She heard the groan spill over from his throat. With one swift gesture, Jerry dropped onto the bed, puffing her down with him.
He was passionate. His mouth was hot and moist, setting off fires in her breast, his cock stiffening as he sought her cunt. Passion rose in her throat, spilled over as he thrust to fill her. There was no pretense between them. Only this glorious, demanding desire in her.
"Oh, Jerry, Jerry..."
As Jerry's fingers closed over her hairy cunt, Meg sighed. She wriggled her ass closer to him so that his hand was forced between the lips of her already damp pussy. He could feel the warm wetness, and knowing what she wanted, he obliged by vigorously finger-fucking her. Withdrawing his hand from her cunt, he pushed her away.
Holding her by the wrists, he gently pulled her to her feet. "Let's fuck standing up, first time, anyway," he whispered in her ear.
She leaned back against the wall, her legs slightly parted, helping him, bending her knees, taking hold of his cock to guide it towards the slit that showed through the hairs. She only succeeded in rubbing it against her cuntlips and he became more excited.
She put her arms around his neck, then slid them warmly down to his waist, then pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing her burning pussy close to his cock, and spreading the lips of her cunt wide.
Leaning his palms on the wall, Jerry placed his rod against the opening. As he pushed in, forging his way into her warm, tight tunnel, Meg squirmed her ass, moving closer to him, and engulfed his gigantic prick in her cunt completely.
"OOOHHHHH, fuck me good!" she gasped.
With her hanging on to him, literally wrapped around him, and squirming around on his cock, Jerry began to move his ass in a similar, squirming motion. At the same time, he moved in and out, but never coming completely out. He pressed against the wall, and for a few minutes, only the increased panting of their breathing signified their approaching ecstasy. At last they came, pounding into each other, shooting their comes together.
Meg slowly released her legs and straightened up and his spent cock slid out of her. He reached over to the bedroom dresser, grabbed a handkerchief and tenderly wiped his cum from her pussy.
Jerry kissed her long and warmly, putting his hand back on her cunt, rubbing her cunt with his thumb. With his tongue working harder inside her mouth, he rubbed her clit harder and harder until she once again felt that frenzy of passion moving in on her.
Again she spread her ankles wide, exposing her pussy, red and swollen with desire.
"More?" Jerry asked.
"More," Meg answered, lowering her eyes.
Letting his hands move along her legs as he nudged between them, he once again made his way towards her open cunt.
He let the head of his cock rest lightly at the opening for a few seconds until it came to a full hard again, enjoying the sight of her pubic hairs over his prick. Then, placing a hand under each of her ass cheeks, he thrust his cock into her until his balls were hitting her ass. He lunged into her, pulling her forward on her toes, holding her head against his big chest. Her tits seemed to be touching her chin as his chest pushed them up.
He leaned over her to kiss her rigid nipples. "Don't worry, I'll give you all the comes you need. I'll make that sweet pussy of yours sing!" he whispered.
They made their way to the bed, still joined by his cock jammed up her cunt. Then he quickly withdrew, bent her over the side of the bed so that her gorgeous ass stuck up, invitingly firm and round.
Pushing her head still lower, he made it possible for her opening and closing cunt to be visible to his hungry eyes. He gripped his cock again, a drop of moisture hanging from the little slit at the top.
Placing a hand on each buttock, he spread her ass cheeks, then took a delicious second to gape at her thrust-up hole. He slid a finger into her ass, then placed his prick between the lips of her cunt and let it rest along its length, letting her flowing juices moisten it.
He leaned forward, placed the head of his cock against the entrance of her moist channel, and putting both hands under her soft belly, pulling her towards him, making her rump higher and her cunt closer, he pushed his cock in again.
Meg was well-stuffed. Soon his cock was pushing deep against her womb. She began to moan. She tried to move with him, but couldn't because of the way she was being held... and filled.
Her ass was pushing into his belly, the friction making red marks in the flesh of her ass cheeks. Jerry was beginning to jerk spasmodically again.
Meg groaned with him, the two of them fucking faster now. When she was on the peak of another come, he quickly pulled out of her.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
Then Jerry turned her over and lifted her onto the bed. He spread her legs and once again her cunt was completely open to his gaze. He could see her clit with the wrinkles and fold of her pussy barely covered by hairs.
He put his hands on her swollen tits and began kneading and spreading them, squeezing them, driving Meg wild with hunger for his cock.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers. They were tight and hard, like little buttons. He began to lick and nibble at them. Then he bent down, as if to examine her cunt.
He manipulated her cunt until it reared itself like a baby cock and grew so sensitive that, whenever his finger touched it, he could see her pussy contract and expand.
"Give it to me," Meg begged. "Make me come again." She shivered at the slow friction of his fingers in her hole.
He gripped his cock and placed it against her sopping cunt. Then, putting his hands under her ass, he slid into her. Meg squirmed and wriggled forward until she could feel his cock deep in her puss. She raised her legs and wrapped them around and held him close.
Meg moved back and forth on his waist. Her breathe grew hotter against his neck, while her pussy jacked his cock constantly.
Her voice was hoarse as she manipulated his cock faster and faster. "Ohhh, do you like it, Jerry, do you like it?" He couldn't answer.
He could actually feel that sweet agony she was going through just by looking at her face.
Gathering his strength, he pulled out of her again, moved her up on the bed and spread-eagled her there. Then Meg cried in exquisite agony as he licked up their juices from her cunt. He was nearly drowning on the river of her juice and his cum.
Once again she found herself being swallowed up by impulses, heat, white flashes she couldn't explain.
Jerry licked her dry, inside and out.
"Let me eat you, too," she said, looking down at the huge hunk of meat dangling between his legs.
He shifted his position until the full, white flare of her hips and reddened cunt again rose to meet his face.
"Oh, God, your cock is beautiful," she groaned as she opened her lips and accepted his thrust.
She felt his hard tongue descend again between the lips of her heated cunt. The strong musky smell of their mutual sex filled the room as their bodies writhed in sexual union, his cock far down her throat, his lips pressed to her pussy as he tongued and sucked her throbbing cunt.
Meg could feel his push. It felt as though his whole face had entered her hole. She began jerking hr pelvis frantically against his face and squeezing her thighs even tighter over his head.
She grasped his buttocks and urged the whole of his shuddering shaft into her head. Her mouth began to hammer over his cock like an oil pump gone wild. She wanted his cum to flood her throat more than anything else in the world at that moment.
There was a slapping sound between her thighs as her hips snapped her cunt back and forth against his mouth. She squirmed and quivered on the bed ecstatically, so intense became her desire for their mutual climax.
"What's the matter... what's wrong?" she cued.
"I'm... I'm shooting like hell," he said. "It'll go off in your mouth."
"I want it to," she shouted. "I want your juice... your cum! Give it to me!"
Back into her mouth went his throbbing, jerking prick as the head spurted cum in great, hot gushes down her waiting throat. Greedily she sucked and swallowed at the streams until they thinned to a dear liquid.
Meg's orgasm quickly followed.
Her thrashing and bucking ended in a frenzied vibration with spasms of ecstasy flooding her body. Then she went limp, totally exhausted, spent.
"Jesus, that was... the best!" he sighed.
"I know," Meg answered, staring at the ceiling. She felt nothing but relaxation and relief. No guilt, no qualms, no regrets. She knew it was wrong, but she suddenly didn't care.
They lay for what must have been an hour until they heard the door slam downstairs.
Jerry rose casually from the bed. He leaned over and kissed Meg tenderly. "Don't worry," he said, "this is just between you and me."
He crossed to the door connecting the two bedrooms. "Sada's crazy to fight with you," Meg said. "Especially over a lousy party."
"That's what I think," he said. "But she's young. She'll change. Maybe you'd like to go to tat party with me."
"Maybe," Meg said, and watched the door close behind him.
In a few seconds she heard Sada enter the room. Her voice was clear as a bell through the thin walls.
"I've changed my mind," she said.
"Oh?" Jerry replied.
"If that's the way you want our marriage to be, all right, that's the way it will be. I don't like it, but I'll go along with it until I do, or I can't stand it any more."
Then Meg heard the bed squeak as she joined him. She wondered if he had the stamina for yet a third climax, this time with his wife.
Her question was answered in just a few minutes when the unmistakable sounds of sex came from the other room. Jerry would very easily handle the sexual needs of both mother and daughter.
Chapter Six
Throughout the following day Meg wondered when Jerry would come to her again. Outwardly it appeared as though nothing at all had passed between them. Over lunch he had teased her, as always, about her lack of a social life, and he made vague hints, as he always did, that he could fix her up with some of his and Sada's swinging young male friends, but not ever did he give her any indication if or when there would be a repeat of the previous afternoons session.
That afternoon, after lunch, Jerry went out on the beach. Meg went upstairs to take a nap. She had barely stretched out on the bed when Sada tapped on her door.
"Mother?"
"Yes, dear," Meg replied, puffing the covers up to hide her nakedness.
"Can I come in... I'd like to talk to you."
"Sure... come on in."
The look on her daughter's face gave Meg her first pang of fear. Could she know? Sada looked so troubled, so unsure of herself, that Meg was sure that it had something to do with Jerry. And maybe with her.
"My, oh my," she said, keeping her voice as light-hearted as possible, "something is wrong, isn't it."
"It sure is!" Sada said, sitting on the side of the bed. "And I've got to tell someone about it or I'll go crazy."
"Well, tell me, baby. You know I'll do what I can. Is it something to do with Jerry?"
"Kind of... but I think it's my fault," the girl said, biting her lip to keep back the tears. "I... oh, God... Mom, I don't know where to start... it's so terrible."
"Well, honey," Meg said, "you'd better just start at the beginning." She sat further up in the bed, letting her breasts spill over the top of the covers in her confusion and concentration on the young girl's words.
"The beginning..." Sada said, so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice her mother's sudden nudity. "Yeah... I guess I should... but..."
"I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of what you'll think of me if I tell you the truth."
"Don't be silly," Meg said. "Tell me."
"But it's about sex."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Sada went on, "and I want you to understand something. Times change. They've changed a lot since you were my age. I'm not like you, and I've got to tell you about it, even though I know some of the things I did I know are wrong."
"I won't be mad at you, darling," Meg said. "Tell me!" Oh, God, little girl, how could I be mad at you, Meg thought.
"Do you remember Uncle Phil, when he was staying with us after your divorce?"
"Well, I probably started it all myself. I mean, it just started out to be a teasing game like I did with all the boys when I was eighteen. Uncle Phil was older... handsome... and, well, I used to get a kick out of turning him on."
"Sada... my own brother!"
"I told you you'd be mad," Sada said, and stood up. "And I told you I know it was wrong."
"All right... all right," Meg said. "Sit down." Sada sat down and started talking again. As Meg listened to the story pour out of her daughter's mouth in ever faster words, she started to feel ill, but managed to sit through it all with a stone face.
It had indeed started out as a teenager's teasing game. Whenever Meg was gone from the house, leaving Sada and Phil alone, Sada would use her body to entice the older man. She would lie on the floor in front of his chair reading a book she was sure he was looking at her. Then she would bend her legs up at the knees, giving him a good look at the white smooth flesh of her thighs and the dark patch of pubic hair beneath her panties.
When Sada discovered the effect her youthful body had on the older, more mature, and very handsome man, she started encouraging it. She wore blouses and dresses around him with low necklines to reveal the deep cleavage between her bulging breasts.
She made certain that the clothes she wore clung tightly around her midriff to accentuate the size of her firm, full tits, the smallness of her waist, and the flaring arch of her hips.
He started staring at her more and more. And, whenever he was alone with her, the stare became more open and hill of desire. It frightened Sada but, at the same time, it thrilled her to think she could have such power over such a man.
Then it went further and Sada didn't discourage it. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel naked. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her ass or across her breasts as he pretended to reach for something. It became a game for Sada -- dangerous, but exciting.
Maybe it was a lack of attention caused by the absence of her father. Sada didn't know, but she enjoyed the times her uncle's sad eyes would light up when they moved over the sensual curves of her body. It was as if her uncle's eyes were trying to caress her ass cheeks or cup her breasts. She could almost feel his eyes touch her.
Then, even with Meg in the house, Sada started leaving her bedroom door open a little when she went to bed. It became sort of an adventure to lay in bed and wait for her uncle's footsteps coming up the stairs, his long pause outside her room, his uneven breathing while he stood there.
Then came the inevitable. Meg was gone for a weekend and Sada was left alone in the house with Uncle Phil. They had dinner and then watched television. At least Sada watched television. Phil watched her. At last she rose, stretched, and said she was tired.
She said good-night to Phil and went to her room. She left the night light on beside her bed and the door ajar.
She could hear her uncle moving up the stairs on stealthy tiptoes. She got into bed and made believe she was asleep. She even tried to look softer, innocent, younger than her years, nudging her cheek into the pillow.
Then she purposely slid a smooth, rounded leg out from under the covers, flexed it, and then stretched it out straight. Her eyes slit open slightly to see Phil's hand jerk down to his crotch. He was standing at the foot of the bed, and he closed his eyes, trying to relax his grip on his prick, but he couldn't.
His hand began to move and he tightened the hold, and the look on his face told her the juices in his body were coming alive, surging downward toward his cock. He dragged his cock from inside his pants and squeezed it, then pointed it at her naked flesh.
It was the first cock she had ever seen fully hard. It was huge and it made her whole body shudder with a need she never knew existed before. He stood for a long time at the foot of the bed, his handsome face grotesquely contorted in lust as he stared at her curved body beneath the sheets.
Then, with a small groan, he turned and staggered from the room.
After he left, she realized what the sight of his cock had done to her. She was soaking wet between her thighs. Then she felt ashamed of herself, felt her cunt rise, felt tiny goose bumps prickling across her body, realizing that the sight of Phil had thrilled her. And the plunging throbs and the wet friction of her hand on her crotch caused her pleasure, then a breath-gripping orgasm. She clenched her teeth and let the air hiss out, allowing herself a secret smile at the new and wonderful experience, sure at that moment that her uncle was the only man who could ever raise her body to such a pitch of passion.
She was determined that the following night it would be more than just fingers that would nudge against her heated clitoris.
The next night she retired even earlier, again leaving her door ajar. Instead of donning pajamas as usual, she crawled into bed nude.
Again she heard him climb the stairs. Her body tensed and then went limp when she heard his footsteps go on by her door. What was wrong? He didn't even look into the room. She had been even more brazen than ever that evening.
Then she heard his shoeless feet pad back down the hall and saw his shoulders full across the door. She had kicked the sheet from her nude body in exasperation when he had passed the first time. Now it was too late to retrieve the cover.
She slumped her head back and closed her eyes as her uncle entered the room. As before, he strode directly to the foot of the bed. The difference this time was the fact that all he wore was his robe. And it was open.
His huge, throbbing cock stood rigid. He leaned against the bed and began slowly pumping his fist back and forth on his prick.
As if turning and tossing in her sleep, Sada let her knees fall open and her hand fall across the soft patch of her pubic mound. He groaned aloud and began pumping, his cock even faster.
Neither of them could take the building passion in their bodies.
She opened her eyes. "I'm not asleep, Uncle Phil."
"Sada... I..." He smiled, his eyes sweeping over her generous breasts, down over her rounded hips and long silken legs. Her face was utterly calm and without expression.
It was an eerie sensation, staring directly into his eyes, knowing she was about to fuck him.
"What do you want me to do, Sada?"
She raised her arms and motioned him to her. When he did, she embraced him.
He smiled as he watched her pink tongue quickly darting around her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she leaned into him, claiming his lips with her own. Her breath caught sharply as she felt his length of warm, wet tongue slither into her mouth, her body trembling as he curled his tongue around hers and sucked it firmly as they kissed.
When he casually dropped his hand to her leg; her knees automatically parted. He moved his hand gently on the smoothness of her thigh, and she could feel his breath quicken in her mouth, her own tongue dancing excitedly as he stroked higher, moving his hand over her enticing leg. He moaned as he caressed softly, moving from one leg to the other, higher and higher, feeling her tender flesh quivering as her legs seemed to part slowly with no will of their own.
As her legs parted, it was his turn to tremble as her bare knee brushed against his thigh, then carefully it rest between his legs, pressed gently against the rising bulge of his cock. Sada quivered at the contact and as Phil plunged his tongue down her throat, arching his now fully erect and throbbing prick against her knee, and he heard the soft mewling sound of lust purring deep within her. Moving more confidently, he cupped his hand between her twitching thighs, rubbing firmly against her pussy.
Sada squirmed sensuously, panting. "Oh, Uncle Phil," into his mouth as he slipped his fingers into the tender folds of her cuntlips.
Her knee was now rubbing firmly up and down the hard outline of his cock, but her thoughts were more centralized on the warm, slick moisture filling her pulsing cunt as he slipped his middle finger into the clinging sheath, his thumb finding her cunt, rubbing it as he fingered her.
Gasping as he pulled his lips from hers, he smiled back at her. She was totally aroused and making no move to stop the delightful things his hand was doing to her pussy.
She traced her fingertips over his lips, saying softly, "Oh, God, Uncle Phil, that feels so good!"
He pulled her unresisting hand to his crotch, forcing her fingers to the jumping outline of his aroused cock.
When Sada, almost frantic now, felt the hard bulge jumping against her hand, she cried out softly, closing her hand over it and squeezing as she leaned forward to kiss him again.
He stared into her blank eyes as they broke the kiss, smiling at the look of awe on her face as she closed her hand around the enormous girth of his stretching prick. Sada looked down at the throbbing shaft standing from his hairy crotch like a gleaming lance of flesh, the crimson bulb of the bead, swollen and pulsing with life as she ran her hand up and down the hard, jerking rod.
His other hand then brushed over her thrusting breasts, rubbing them softly before closing over one of them, squeezing and fondling the soft, resilient globe passionately, his fingers playing out over the tip, then closing again slowly, capturing the nipple and wiggling it gently, squeezing and pulling gently at it, going from one to the other.
Not releasing her grip on his prick, Sada trembled. As Phil lowered his head to capture a rosy nipple in his mouth, drawing an it and swirling his tongue over it sensuously, Sada writhed in a frenzy of lust.
"Sada, are you still a virgin?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse with passion.
"Yes," she moaned, "but it's all right. I know it is. Go ahead, put it inside me! Fuck me!"
Sada took his cock and placed it at her cuntlips as he continued to suck her nipples.
"Now," she groaned. "Right there... push it into me!"
He lowered his weight. She felt the knob of his cock sink between her lower lips. Then his shaft was sinking deeply into her cunt and her body began responding. There was no pain, only total joy.
Her eyes opened even wider and she groaned wildly as he continued to push even deeper into her hungry pussy with his fiery cock.
"Yes... yes... yes... it's so good... it's wonderful... beautiful! Do it to me, screw me, fuck me!"
She twisted, turned, pressing hard against him, her head thrown back, her beautiful hair spilling out over the pillow. She turned her upper torso around so that it was against his slavering lips, and he sucked again at her ripe tit until she shook with lust and passion.
He sucked beyond the nipple, the whole mass of meat of her breast going into his mouth.
Below, his thick meat slid in and out of her cunt. The pull of her sucking pussy was unbelievable in its own pleasure. Phil raised up on his anus and lowered himself with exquisite sliding strokes into the gushing liquids of her hole.
The blood raced and pounded in Sada's temples. On the down stroke she would twitch her cunt, now a swirling, cock-squeezing mouth between her legs. Her hot little ass bucked up in the air, lifting him, grinding out little tempos of madness.
"All right... is it all right?" he groaned.
"More... more!" she replied.
It was beginning to burn in her cunt, but it was a pleasant, slow bum. A whimper escaped Sada's lips, and with her hands on the cheeks of his buttocks she pulled him deeper into her and locked her ankles behind him. Then the new fuck began in earnest. He tried to tease her cuntlips with just the knob of his constant erection but she would have none of that and swirled up to meet him, taking it all in her gulping belly. Her body was like clay, molding to his, twisting away, adhering again. They fucked gloriously, lips to lips, crotch to crotch, hard chest to soft breasts, hair to hair.
Sada screamed, "Oh, God, I'm coming again..." She sighed, "Ah, Uncle Phil," as he pumped her into blissful oblivion, her cherry broken and bleeding, painting his balls red with its blood. His cock flooded into her tight pussy and out again like a great tide, bunting and smashing all before it... deeper and deeper, now that the thin membrane was gone, until his pelvis rubbed hard against her raised ass cheeks. He felt the fleshy globes flattening against his hips as he squirmed between her spread thighs.
His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on her shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust deeper and deeper, again and again into her sweet young cunt. He drew them down her back and held her waist for a moment and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs.
He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back and held his stiff prick inside her while he revolved it around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls of her cunt with its giant blood-filled head.
He rocked back and forth on top of her, fucking into her endlessly. And the smile never left Sada's pretty face. She could feel the ragged pink edges of her pussy drawing back with his cock, then swallowing it again hungrily.
With deep-throated groans, they came together one final time, wet and drenched and drowning with each other.
"And it wasn't the last time," Sada said, her words still rushing from her mouth. "We fucked and fucked and fucked, right up until Uncle Phil's conscience got the best of him and he moved away."
"Yes... yes," Meg said, shaking her head, bewildered by Sada's revolting tale. "I remember. He was so strange when he left."
"But he left me with a need," Sada said. "He left me with a knowledge of sex and a need for a cock."
Chapter Seven
As much as Sada's confession appalled Meg, it t, excited her. She had known that Sada was far from being a virgin when she married Jerry, but she hadn't known the strange circumstances surrounding her daughter's introduction to sex.
"If you remember, after Uncle Phil left, I was edgy all the time. I couldn't eat or sleep, and school, with all those kids, became a joke. But I needed sex and I was afraid to just go out and get it."
"So," Meg interjected, "that was the reason for the constant parade of boys."
"Yes. But not one of them, alone, could affect me like Uncle Phil did. It was little more than groping and playing. It wasn't... well..."
"It wasn't fucking... like you had learned it could be." Sada was a little taken aback at the bluntness her mother exhibited and she showed it. "I've had my problems along those lines, too, Sada. Go on."
"I got involved with an older crowd. I started going to parties... mostly down here at the beach. They were swinging parties. No one really went with anyone else. Everyone was just up for grabs."
"You mean, everyone just fucked everyone else?"
My God, Meg thought, my daughter has already done more with her body at eighteen than I've done in my whole life. "Is that where you met Jerry... at one of those panics?"
Jerry was like the answer to a hungry woman's prayer. He was much more mature than any other of the boys his own age and he was ten times more exciting sexually.
Sada felt this about him the second she met him. It was a ski weekend in the mountains. Sada had been on those weekends before with the same crowd. She knew that once they arrived at the ski lodge very little time would actually be spent on the slopes.
Jerry had just bought a new sports car, and when she came out of the house he claimed her. They, were in a caravan of four cam leaving the city and it was fate that the only empty seat was in Jerry's car.
Sada's body gave an involuntary shiver when he introduced himself and closed the car door behind him.
Jerry's reputation preceded him. Sada had heard stories about him from the other girls. It was the general consensus that, at a party, wherever Jerry's room was, there would be a line of girls at the door.
They were barely outside the city limits when he made his move. Sada didn't stop him.
"Flip on the radio. Let's have some music," he said as he reached to pull her in against him, his thigh resting against her bare legs. She tried to concentrate on finding a program pleasing to him. Her body throbbed with anticipation. She wished that he would just swing off into a dark corner and fuck her.
Halfway up the mountain, Sada got her wish. He swung out of the caravan as they passed a rest stop. He found a dark corner, pulled the car to a halt, and turned to her.
"What are we stopping here for?" she asked, not wanting to give the advantage of knowing how she really felt.
"The car," he said, laughing. "I always have to give it a rest halfway. Do you know you're beautiful?"
"I've been told," Sada said. "And sexy?"
"I've been told that, too."
"Sexier than any of those other girls?"
"That's just one man's opinion."
"That's my opinion," Jerry said. "And, believe me, I know... I've had them all."
"But you haven't had me," Sada said, her body shaking like a leaf.
"But I'm going to," he said. "I'm claiming you all for myself, for the whole weekend."
Sada laughed. "That's against the rules. It's one for all and all for one."
"Not this weekend," he said.
His mouth was eager, adept. He groped at her thighs and her body moved to let him know she yearned for his touch. Excitement rose to high tide in her as his supple fingers probed her crotch.
"Passionate baby," he crooned, pushing her back against, the door, hovering over her. "Do I drive you crazy?"
"Yes," Sada admitted, her voice uneven. "Then get with it, baby!" Sada waited, excitement zigzagging through her, wondering how she could be switched on this way. Jerry searched, his fingers found her cunt and she gasped, shutting her eyes.
"Oh, Jerry!" The words were ripped from her throat and her fingers closed convulsively about his shoulders.
"Let's get this show on the road," he whispered, plunging toward her, setting off rockets in her pussy.
"Jerry, you're crazy!" she cried, but she lifted her pelvis to meet him, to drive with him, to go crazy with him.
"Jerry... oh, Jerry!"
He hadn't even bothered to remove her panties. He had just pulled the crotch band aside and entered her. In her short years Sada had already taken enough cocks to know when one was just right for her cunt. And Jerry's was perfect.
He fumbled the front of her blouse open and pulled her bra up to expose her tits. She thrilled at the warmth of his body, feeling its tautness against her with a soft cry of urgency and then she felt herself tremble with violence. She was able to look down at her breasts. They were ripe and satiny, and his mouth sucked at her nipples, swollen with her urgent passion. The moment his mouth stopped its sucking, she flung herself at him, digging her hot soft breasts into his chest, moaning and urgently pressing her moist cunt against his pulsating erection, groaning at the searing contact.
He slipped from her. "I want to see it," she moaned. "It feels so big in my cunt... I want to taste it."
"Honey... you can do anything you want."
She clutched his thick cock and with an impatient moan, she found herself sliding down and grasping it in her burning lips. The taste was a delicious sensation, and she applied suction with low, hungry sounds. The ache in her loins was a relentless throbbing while she clutched his rigid prick in one hand and tried to guide her mouth on it, all the while sobbing deliriously, licking it shiny with her saliva.
Then she was gabbed roughly by the waist and forced on her back. Again, a swollen nipple was seized between his lips and sucked eagerly upon while his hand gently explored her moist opening.
His finger probed her fiery cunt, finding her clitoris. The moment he touched the tiny source of ecstasy, she arched her body like a bow, gasping helplessly and sinking her nails into his back. He vibrated his finger against its fleshy softness as she sobbed loudly and locked her hot thighs tightly on his hand. She jerked her hips to a wild, erratic rhythm. He continued stroking, sliding his lips over the velvety softness of her stomach, down over her silken nest of hair. She drew her knees up and parted her thighs wide, clutching his hair tightly, her entire body trembling in expectation.
His finger kept up its gentle caressing motion on her clitoris as he bestowed a teasing kiss on each silken thigh. Her body arched and shivered as she waited, tugging at his hair, moaning feverishly. He withdrew his finger and the next moment probed with his tongue, breathing deeply as if filling his nostrils with her moist fragrance.
Instantly, Sada screamed and pressed her burning thighs tightly to his cheeks as he sent a violent thrill shooting through her quivering cunt. He grasped her buttocks as he began licking her furiously. She jerked and twisted and screamed as the piercing stabs of fire raced through her. She raised her hips high off the seat and shuddered wildly from head to toe as he lashed out with his tongue to send a blazing release through her loins. She pounded his back in the frenzy of her ecstasy.
"Oh, Jesus... I want to fuck you," Jerry moaned.
"Go ahead... fuck me!"
"It's so jammed in here."
"I don't care... put it in me!" she gasped, gasping his pulsing cock with both hands and guiding the dripping head to her hole. With maniacal strength, she jerked her hips up savagely and buried his cock to the hilt in her heated cunt.
An electrifying thrill coursed her insides as he slid deeply into the fleshy tightness. Her gushing pussy locked on him fiercely and she nibbled at his shoulder. She groaned deep in her throat as she alternately clamped and relaxed on his rigid cock.
Then she began jerking her hips to a frantic rhythm, as spine-tingling ripples of pleasure went burning sharply through her blood.
She raised her legs and locked her ankles behind his back and gripped at his buttocks, her fingers savagely jerking him down each time she lunged forward. Now her frenzy of excitement was becoming almost hysterical and one moment she was biting on him and the next she was moaning deliriously as he rammed his cock deep into her.
Her buttocks writhed wildly in his hands as she jerked her perspiring body, as all the fury of her passion exploded. Her searing cunt clamped on his thick shaft with a last convulsing fury in that final moment of frantic unison, as he felt his come suddenly burnt, too. It was an electrifying climax that exploded what felt like gallons of molten sperm into her quivering belly.
And Sada knew, right at that precise moment in time, that Jerry was the one. No matter who she had been with before, she knew that Jerry was the one she wanted to be with from that time on.
If there was any doubt in her mind at all, it was completely erased later, at the ski lodge.
As she had expected, very little time was spent skiing. That very same evening all the guests gathered in the big main hall of the lodge. Sada knew only too well what would soon take place on the sofas and the huge pillows scattered around on the floor.
And for the first time, she didn't want it happening to her -- at least not to her and Jerry. Across the room the girl whose parents owned the lodge was already nude and in a heated tangle with two men. She was sucking one while a second wildly thrust his cock between her upraised thighs.
Even though all the sex play that started around them served to turn Sada on, she wanted to be alone with Jerry, to just have sex with him. She didn't protest when his hand slipped beneath her robe and explored her bare pussy, but she suggested they go up to a bedroom, alone.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I don't want to do anyone else," she replied. "I just want you."
"That's cool," he said. "I already told you, you're mine. But let's do it here. I like to watch and be watched. We'll watch, and we'll do."
His tongue rushed through Sada's parted lips. His hands pulled free the sash that held the robe around her body. Hot hands touched her tits. Excitement jumped in her. Jerry was heavy above her. He was already ready, it seemed, and Sada thrilled to the knowledge that she wanted his prick hard and ready.
She wanted him. She would rather have him alone, in private, but if he wanted it this way, there was nothing her raging body could do about it. A low moan of passion welled in her throat. Jerry began moving his mouth over her body.
"Oh, Jerry!" Desire thickened Sada's voice.
His mouth was driving her to torment, his hands taunting her. Her slim torso writhed in exquisite joy.
The voice came from just a few inches above her face. "I told Jerry you were a great piece." She opened her eyes. She knew the face, but not the name. She had been with him once but she couldn't remember when or where.
She wanted to spit at him. She felt ashamed and embarrassed to be told, right in front of Jerry, what a great piece of ass she was.
But she couldn't speak. Jerry became the center of her attention. She put the other boy out of her mind.
Her body was a vessel of passion. She knew in another moment she would explode. Passion rose in her throat, bursting in her, drowning out everything else.
Sada felt his hot, eager tongue slithering in and out of her cunt, and she writhed under him voluptuously, loving him, passionately for the pleasure he was giving her. It wasn't just a raw, brutal drive, a lunging, jabbing, panting animal act, as it had been with others. It seemed to be an act of love.
Suddenly he brought his wet, slavering lips back to her nipples and ran his tongue around their soft pinkness in small circles. She shuddered, feeling her pink tips harden and grow erect as Jerry's fingers moved to her thighs and spread them. She panted hotly, raising her buttocks higher. Jerry was breathing heavily again, his muscles tautly straining as he lifted her ass and carefully fit his cock into her hairy, wet mound.
It slipped in so easily Sada groaned aloud, her eyes closed in the ecstasy, not caring if the others heard.
Inch by delicious inch he slid into her. Expertly he held his cock back to make the sensational tickling last longer. Then, when he reached the inner depths of her cunt, he lifted her round hips while his free hand slipped a pillow beneath her buttocks to prop them up.
"Oh, God!" she groaned, her lips wet with excitement.
He cupped his hands under her ripe breasts, thumbed the two juicy melons, working them, squeezing them.
He zipped in and out of her hole faster, no longer able to contain his passion.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned as he ejaculated, the hot white cum spurting again into her cunt, the sheer delightful pleasure of its arrival making Sada a coming machine, again, again, and she couldn't stop.
"And I knew then that I was lost to him... like a slave," Sada said, ending her narration to her mother.
Oh, God, I know, I know, I know, Meg thought, I'm lost to him, too. Just hearing the story of Jerry's fucking her daughter had driven her to mental heights of passionate desire to have the young stud again fill her own cunt with his cock.
"But it isn't working."
"What?" Meg said, Sada's words finally jerking her mind to the present.
"I said, it isn't working. No matter what I've done or how wild I was, I think you were right in what you taught me."
"What do you mean?" Meg said.
"I mean about marriage. You always taught me that marriage was just two people loving each other. And I agree. Now Jerry wants to start going back to those parties, and I don't."
"I... I don't know what to say."
"I don't want to share my husband with a lot of other women, and I don't want him sharing me with other men. I want to be like you."
"Oh, God," Meg said, and wanted to add, yes, and just look at me, but she couldn't.
Chapter Eight
Meg went to bed that night torn between the lust in her body and the empathy she felt for Sada. Their roles were just reversed. When she was young, and even after she had finally married, Meg had never been able to give complete vent to the passion that raged in her body. Now, older and, she thought, wiser, she felt she could.
Sada, on the other hand, had experienced much in her early youth and now that she was married she wanted to put all that behind her and settle down with one man.
Meg didn't know what to ten her. She also didn't know what to do when Jerry came to her again. And she knew he would. She finally fell asleep with the question on her mind, when... when?
She found out a few hours later. She was awakened by strong arms around her and a naked, male body pressed against her. Her eyes flew to the cock beside the bed. It was four o'clock in the morning.
"Meg..." Jerry breathed in her ear.
"Jerry... what are you doing in here? Are you crazy?"
"Yeah. Crazy for your body," he whispered.
"Jerry!"
She was hot. Jerry was hot, his erection burning against her body. She knew she couldn't endure too much of his touch without fucking him.
Then his mouth found hers, probed gently, and her tongue moved against her to meet his. Her body nuzzled eagerly against him.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of his fingers on her vulva. Her thighs closed in heat.
"I said it wasn't going to happen," she protested weakly, his mouth reaching again for hers with new frenzy.
His mouth filled hers while their tongues entwine and his hands moved about her lushly rounded flesh.
Impatience rose in Meg -- lust burned in her cunt and her slender fingers groped between them, searching for his cock. She heard the groan low in his throat as she fondled his thick shaft.
"Jerry," she moaned, "we can't... not with Sada right in the next room."
"But I want you," he whispered. "I've got to have you."
"Not like this... I can't... I just can't."
"I'm right then... c'mon."
He pulled her from the bed. Fucking a blanket under his arm he tiptoed from the worn and down the stain.
"Where are we going?"
"Out on the beach," he said aver his shoulder in the darkness. "Watch your step."
Leaving the house, they made their way don the beach. He spread the blanket. "Okay... take your pajamas off."
Shivering, more from anticipation than cold, Meg disrobed. They stood, silhouetted against the night sky, in their nudity.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"So are you, Jerry," she gulped and thought, forgive me, Sada... please forgive me.
They stood there, Jerry's eyes fastened on her. He traced his tongue about his sensuous mouth as she stood before him, dropping her top to the sand. For one anguished moment, she thought he was going to grab her and throw her to the sand.
"Come on," he said thickly, reaching for her hand. "Let's try the water."
The water as ice on her hot body. But then Jerry's arms were closing in about her, and she felt his heat. His mouth found hers as the waves moved about them, the heat of him insistent at the core of her.
It was crazy, she thought, yet a wonderful kind of craziness.
"Jerry, not here," she gasped, when his mouth finally released hers.
"Why not?" he challenged.
The waves lapped around them. The sand shifted beneath their feet. He sought her cunt and probed.
"Jerry, you're out of your mind," Meg said shakily, excitement lifting her to dizzying heights.
"Not yet," he corrected, his voice hoarse. "In a minute, maybe."
"Oh, Jerry," she whispered, her voice rising to a crescendo, matching the passion that rippled through her as she welcomed all of him.
It was difficult to reach her ripe breasts with his mouth while still jabbing away at her with his drenched shaft, but the pleasure was well worth the effort. He sucked pink, wet nipples between his lips and felt the salty tips harden. Her tits were sopping wet with both his slavering mouth and the splashing ocean foam.
He drew a large portion of her curving tit into his mouth along with the nipple, and, with both hands firmly planted under her heaving buttocks, he rammed and thrust and jerked in her body with all his might. He felt his tool enlarging, warmed by her cunt, then shrinking, cooled by the waves.
Her jutting breasts tasted delicious and he took them and again sucked in the hardened nipples where he could bite them gently with his teeth.
Meg squealed and clawed at his back.
Time after time they both neared the climactic point and the water tickling seemed sensational, almost unbearable. Jerry stopped long enough for the tides of lust to subside, only to begin a furious underwater stroking that brought them back closer and closer to the brink of their own private heaven.
"Oh, fuck me, darling! Fuck me out here like this forever! Don't stop! Give it to me, I want to feel that hot, sweet cum in my belly! Give it to me!"
He slid his hands underneath her ass and dug his fingers into the firm round globes of her flesh. He pulled her heard against him and held her close. He felt her cool hands on his cock and then she was guiding it back into her foamy cunt again.
It felt so wet and gooey, Meg sighed and panted, never having felt such sexual thrills before. The thick tool of flesh slid into her deeper and deeper and made its way deep into her cunt. She climbed up on Jerry, above water level, and straddled him with her supple white thighs. And she didn't care who was watching her, if anyone was. She was free! Completely free!
"I love you, darling," she moaned. "It sounds crazy, but I know I love you!" in one sweet, gentle motion, she rose over his erect cock, and once more finding it with the lips of her slit, she again sank down on it, back into the water, gorging her cunt with his swollen meat.
She sighed, her eyes half-closed in rapture. "That feels so good. Nothing has ever felt that good before. Nothing... and no one... can fuck like you!"
"Make it last... make it last!" Jerry whispered.
"Oh, I will, I will!" she cried, sliding up and down, little waves slapping at her bare ass.
He humped into her vigorously. He bit her shoulder and the pain of the bite only served to increase the pleasure she felt as he continued coming into her. She screamed out onto the dark night with passion, wanting that hammer of flesh to surge into her forever. This moment, this second is forever! This instant of sexual joy, his cock buried in me, is all I'll ever want.
She felt his juices of lust spurting again and again, filling her, until his body had drained itself completely of its hot white cum.
The next few days passed with Jerry manipulating and completely satisfying his mother-daughter harem. Twice he and Meg were almost caught. But both times he managed to slither back to his and Sada's bedroom.
The second time was barely by the skin of his teeth. He and Meg had been in the bathroom behind a locked door. Meg had been almost ready to step into the tub when Jerry opened the door and slipped into the room behind her. "I've got something for you," he said, laughingly.
She turned to see him advance toward her with his huge hunk of meat hard and ready before him.
"Good, Lord, Jerry!" she said, unable to keep from laughing, "Not in here!"
"Hell, yes, in here!" he replied. "Not only in here, but... in here." He pointed to the tub.
"You're crazy," she said, but she loved the wild freedom his crazy ideas gave her mind and body. She would have fucked him anywhere, and he knew it.
"You ever do it in a bathtub?" he asked, his eyes filled with invitation and teasing.
"Not yet," she said, and stepped in beside him.
"That's my girl," he laughed.
The scented water was warm and pleasant to her skin. So were Jerry's hands and lips. Meg lay back in the shallow water while his hands and his mouth roamed over her body. Her eyes traveled compulsively to the images of them in the mirror.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his weight moving sensuously above her.
"Like fucking," she replied, smiling.
Meg wanted him badly. But she could wait. She could let him play his little games with her body. She loved it because she knew how glorious the climax would be when it came.
His cock was standing straight up out of the water. It seemed to swell even more as Meg leaned back in the tub, her legs spread wide, cunt barely below water level, and open for his inspection. Just his staring at it tormented her. She slid down further in the water until she was completely on her back. Jerry was on his knees in front of her. The tub was big, so there was still plenty of room around them.
"Here's to a long and lasting relationship," he said, smiling at her through the vee fanned by her legs.
She could feel his breath, under water, on her pussy. His lips were caressing her, sipping at the outer lips. Then she felt his mouth cover her slit.
She twisted her fingers in his curly hair, trying to pull his face all the way into her cunt. He spurted a mouthful of water into her hole and it felt exactly like she was taking a full load of his hot cum. When he had shot the last of the warm water up her cunt, he located her clit and laved it with a few wet strokes.
Aft several repetitions of this action, mouthfuls of oiled water being spit into her insides, Meg was out of her mind. She found that she was stroking her tits. He gave her steaming cunt kiss after lingering kiss, suck after long, draining suck, his mouth open against her open pussy, already slippery from his licking and the bath oil.
That tongue worked her cunt, fucking her with it, spreading her vagina with the full width of it. Going lower and smearing her ass with its slapping, she could feel its tip on her asshole.
Jerry withdrew his tongue from her rear hole very slowly, sending chills and hot flashes throughout her body. Then his thirsty mouth was clamped again over her cunt, sucking and licking.
He lapped at her pussy until its quivering forced his tongue back to her bottom, and once more she felt his fiery tongue spearing, drilling into her anus. She was splashing water madly.
"Now we're ready to fuck," he announced, and placed his pulsating, throbbing cock at the entrance to her slit.
When at last he speared her with the full length of his rod, she groaned as though she were taking it for the first time. So expert was he at its use, she never failed to get a new, strange thrill every time he rammed it into her.
She could taste the juices from her well-oiled cunt when he drove his tongue between her parted lips.
Completely removed from herself now, Meg found herself digging her nails into his ass and begging him to keep fucking her. She wanted him to keep eating her pussy forever.
"Oh, shit," he said, suddenly puffing his dick from her unsatisfied cavern and scrambling from the tub.
"What is it? What's the matter," Meg gasped, her belly knotting with unfulfilled passion.
"Didn't you hear the door? Sada just came home."
Grabbing a towel, he bolted into the hall and through the door into their bedroom. He just made it before Meg heard the sound of Sada's footsteps on the stairs.
Meg climbed from the tub and pulled a big beach towel around her body. She opened the door just a crack, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling with fear.
Through the crack in both the bathroom and the bedroom door, she could see Jerry stretched nude across the bed, his massive cock erect above his hairy groin.
Sada approached the bed.
"Jesus Christ... what happened to you?" Sada said.
"I got hot and horny just lying here thinking about you," Jerry quipped.
"I'll bet," she laughed.
"You want me to pull it off and waste it?" he said. "Better yet, I suggest you wrap your pretty lips around it, love of my life."
Sada lay beside him and put her head on his shoulder. She slid her hand across his belly and wrapped it around his thick hunk of meat. "You know something? You're a real sex maniac."
"You love it and you know it!" Jerry said.
"I know," Sada laughed.
"You like that big cock of mine, don't you, Sada baby?"
She showed him how much she liked it. She jacked it tenderly a few times, then urged it up toward her mouth.
Jerry raised his hips, and Meg saw the huge cock part her daughter's lips.
Sada drew peat, heaving sucks from it, licked the bottom of its length, curled her tongue around his balls, and without a moment's hesitation, and tasted the saltiness of his anus with the tip of her pink tongue.
"Terrific," she murmured, her eyes telling him how passionate she felt. "But let me close the door. Mom's liable to walk by. Jesus, as horny as she is, if she ever saw that hunk of meat she might rape you!"
Meg closed the bathroom door and sank in a heap to the tiled floor. Sobs choked in her throat. For the first time in a long time she felt jealousy.
And she knew it would get worse.
And she knew that it would have to end.
Chapter Nine
A full week passed with nothing changed. Meg had Jerry whenever he wasn't already occupied with Sada. She grew more and more jealous and it became worse when it looked as though Jerry and Sada had settled their differences.
The night of the group sex party came and went. Jerry and Sada didn't go. Meg was both relieved and surprised. When she asked Sada about it, the girl told her that it was no problem any more. She said that Jerry had decided that he didn't need those parties any more. He had all he could handle already.
That stung Meg. He had all he needed, but she didn't. She wanted him for herself, all the time. She didn't want to share him with anybody, including her own daughter.
And besides, Meg rationalized, he was no good for Sada anyway. Someday he would want to go back to the swinging life and Sada wouldn't. Her daughter would only be hurt by it all by not wanting to be a part of such a life. But Meg wanted it. And she wanted it with Jerry.
She made up her mind that Jerry was better suited to an older woman like her. And if she took him away from Sada, she would only be doing Sada a favor.
All she needed was a way, a plan, to show Sada what he was really like. She thought and thought, but nothing came to her.
Then on a Sunday afternoon, she finally found the answer.
At breakfast Sada said she was going to drive across town to spend the afternoon with her father. She asked if Jerry wanted to go along.
"No," he replied, sneaking a knowing sideways look at Meg. "I think I'll go down to the club and see if I can find a partner for tennis. It's a shame to waste a day like this."
Immediately after breakfast Sada left Meg had already gone up to her bedroom. She undressed and stretched out on the bed. She knew that Jerry would soon be coming up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later he stepped through the door, a leering smile on his face. His cock already bulged hard in the front of his pants.
"Oh, Mama," he said, advancing toward the bed, "all afternoon. Shit, are we ever gonna get it on this time!"
His hand went immediately to her crotch, his fingers parting the fur-lined crevice.
Meg hugged his neck. Opening her legs, giving him room, she worked her cuntlips. His probing fingers slipped deep into her wet slit. She drew his tongue deep inside her mouth. She allowed him to press her back onto the pillows, raise her leg, and rotate her hips. It was madness, she thought, but such sweet madness. She was by now getting used to the overpowering insanity which took possession of her whenever Jerry came near.
He paused to undress. Meg watched every move, her nerves quivering as she, bit by bit, and saw more of his naked body. Her cunt was alive with fresh juice, ready, aching to take the stiff dick she saw spring from his shorts.
"Hurry," she said to him, reaching with open arms, open thighs.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Jerry held his long cock in one hand and cupped her pussy with the other. Meg squirmed. Willingly she took hold of his cock. The fingers fucking her hole were making her wild. She jerked on the magnificent rod, working the loose outer skin, thinking how lovely it was, noting the bright bead of lubricant and the round, red glands. Impulsively, she raised up and licked the lucid drop away.
"Yeah," Jerry breathed. "That's what I want. Suck it, baby."
"Do me, too. Eat my pussy while I suck you off."
Jerry grinned down at her. "You dig it, huh?"
"Better than anything."
"Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Meg squealed as he fell upon her, head between her gaping thighs, mouth wet and open over her hole. She gasped and thrust her pelvis up off the bed. She panted while he straddled her face on his knees and pointed his jerking cock at her lips.
She cupped his balls. They were heavier this way, hanging down, dangling. They seemed to be bloated with thick jism waiting to be sucked up and into her mouth.
"Oh don't stop... don't ever stop sucking me, Jerry, lover. Feed your tongue into my pussy and your cock into my mouth."
She wrapped both hands around the stiff shaft and guided the bloated, bulbous head into her mouth. She moaned and gulped, pausing and stretching her lips around the tremendous girth of his fiery cock. Deeper and deeper she sucked the thick head into her throat.
"Oh, yes," he crooned, his voice muffled by the cunt that pounded his own face. "Suck it," he said, driving his hips down, pushing his meat deeper and deeper. "Take it all, honey. Take every fucking inch of it."
Gurgling, working saliva over the heated knob, she sucked. Then, releasing the throbbing shaft with her hands, she moved them around and savagely gripped his muscular ass cheeks.
He sensed her action and drove downward again with his hips as she pulled. His delicious male meat, all of it, right down to his balls and pubic hair, sailed into her throat.
Directly in front of her eyes she could see his asshole. Impulsively her fingers inched toward the crack. His hips jerked convulsively and his cock throbbed wildly as her index finger slithered into the hole.
"Oh, suck my pussy, suck it!" she gurgled to him. Her mind screamed as she lifted her ass high off the bed, seeking his mouth, his tongue ever deeper inside her. Noisily she sucked his stiff prick and waited for the first signs of climax.
With two fingers on each hand, Jerry spread the swollen halves of her vulva. Meg felt his hot breath. Her heart seemed to stop. Her belly grew taut. Forcing yet a second finger deep in his rectum, she wrapped her thighs around his head and sought his tongue with her clitoris.
Jerry seemed to enjoy making her squirm. He waited until she was half out of her mind with longing, with lust. Then, shafting his dick slowly in and out of her face, he dipped down into the gap between her quivering thighs. His tongue lashed out, taunting her clit, working its shivery wonder on the sensitive bud. His fingers slipped down into the pinched crack of her ass, searching for the rear hole. Slurping, matching the noises she made, he drew his tongue quickly back and forth across both hot hairy slits.
Moaning, unable to think, to breathe, Meg worked her ass, letting her asshole suck as her mouth was sucking.
She thrashed even harder as she felt one of his fingers find the entrance to her ass and bore inside. She clamped her teeth on the base of his cock as she fucked her ass over his finger and her cunt against his face.
He wiggled, telling her with his hips, his movement, that it was time that she should release the hold her teeth had and allow him to pump into her.
"Oh, shit... I'm gonna come... I'm coming... you want it in your mouth, honey?"
"Do it!" Meg gasped. She cupped the fat hairy sacs at her chin. Frantically she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole and worked her own ass on the finger drilling there. She watched his slick shaft slip out of her face, and grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, puffing back until only the head was embedded, and lunging. He was coming. She could feel it inching up from the wrinkled sacs in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.
He gurgled something unintelligible, and then suddenly threw his legs back. His weight came down on her. Alternately blowing into and sucking air from her vulva, he ground his cock into her mouth.
Meg gulped the first gob of cum. Now she clamped her hips tight again, holding him trapped, working her throat muscles, coaxing the juice from his rod. She was being smothered, choked on the outside by his weight, and by the cum within her throat. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the thick jism pouring into her mouth, coating her throat all the way down to her belly in streams of thick, hot cum.
Then her own climax struck.
She threw her hips wide, twisting, rolling her lower body from side to side. "Don't stop," she cried as the dick in her mouth stopped creaming. Jerry pumped faster, jerking his meat in and out in spite of her teeth, trying to raise another load, to accommodate her. But his cock seemed to be momentarily fucked-out. It began to grow limp, to hang from her mouth.
Meg sucked with all her might. Working her middle finger high in his rectum, gyrating her ass, her pussy, she greedily drank the hot cum as electric sensations raced up her spine. But her pussy wanted more. More than a tongue. There was no way to still the need in her belly except by cock, his cock. She didn't care anymore if Sada would be hurt. All she cared about was fucking. There was nothing so good, so exciting, as fucking.
"Fuck me, Jerry. Your cock is still hard enough. Fuck me with it!"
Jerry slipped his cock from her mouth. It came out with a soft, popping sound. Cum oozed down her chin. "Lift your knees," he directed, steering the purple glands to her slit.
She knew what he wanted, knew exactly how to best please hint, and herself. Making tiny noises in her throat, she raised her legs, dropped her knees wide, and took the slippery length of his prick up her pussy. She felt his weight come down on her belly. Her arms encircled his shoulders. She offered her cum-sticky lips, and began the slow, taunting, rhythmic fuck motion that would bring them to orgasm once more.
"Like this?" she whispered, teasing, working her cunt muscles, her thighs.
"Yes, yes!"
"Then fuck me!" she told him. "Don't talk! Kiss and fuck me!"
And they fucked. For another hour they fucked.
In the ass, the pussy and in the mouth. She wanted him every way she could take him. And he wanted to give it to her.
At last Jerry lay on his back, eyes closed, arms wide, sucking huge draughts of breath into his lungs. Meg watched his chest heave. Her gaze traveled the length of his muscular body, pausing at the wiry cock-hair surrounding his prick. It was an absurd-looking thing, she decided. Limp, it appeared to be nothing more devastating than a finger. Yet even now she could imagine it hard, standing tall, pulsing, and ready to shoot another thick gush of cream.
Then he said the words that started her mind to chum.
"How would you like two cocks at the same time?"
"What?" She could hardly believe her ears. "You can't mean that!"
"Sure," he said, raising up on one elbow and looking down at her. "Hell, Meg, it just doubles the fun. See, I've got this old buddy of mine. Well, he got married, see, and he wants to swing, but his wife doesn't."
"Something like Sada, you mean?"
"Yeah, something like that," he replied, not stopping to wonder why Meg would say such a thing. "If you and I got together some afternoon and then brought his wife into it, she'd be sure to go along."
His words sparked an idea in Meg's mind. "What you're saying then... that you'd really like to fuck two women at the same time?"
"Hell, yes! What guy wouldn't?" he said, his charming grin lighting up his face.
"Why don't you and Sada get together with tern?"
"No dice," Jerry laughed. "Sada says she doesn't want to swing. And I gave my word I wouldn't."
"But you would with me!"
"Hell, yes," he laughed again. "You're sure as hell not gonna tell her."
No, Meg thought, I won't tell her. But I might show her.
Most of the same people were around the bar and at the tables. Meg ordered a drink, let her eyes adjust to the gloom, and looked for Sandra.
She couldn't see the woman and wished that she had taken her phone number after all. Meg was about to leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Sandra coming through the door, followed by an enormous hulk of a man.
Sandra saw her immediately and cut a straight path through the tables to the bar. "Well, well, well, we meet again," she said, leaning over and boldly kissing Meg on the lips. "This is my husband, Roy. Roy, this is the delicious piece I told you about. The scared one."
"I've gotten over my fright," Meg said. "Hello, Roy."
"Hi," Roy said, his voice rolling like a bass drum out of his barrel chest.
Sandra and Roy led her to a table. They ordered drinks and made conversation for a few minutes and then Sandra excused herself to go to the powder room.
"Sandra told me you were lovely and great in bed," Roy said bluntly, unnerving Meg by his openness. "How was she?"
"Sandra's very nice... I mean, she's a beautiful woman."
"I know that," he said, his eyes full of amusement. "How was she in bed. Did you enjoy fucking her?"
Oh Jesus, Meg thought, I hadn't bargained on both of them. God, what did they do? Lie in bed together and talk about her ability, her pussy?
Sandra came back to the table. "Well?"
"Fine with me," Roy said, smiling up at his wife.
"Okay," Sandra said. "Let's drink up and blow this place!"
Chapter Ten
"Roy, darling, do you still have that last set of movies?" Sandra asked as they entered the familiar apartment. "I'm sure Meg would love them, and they might make her feel a little more at ease."
"You bet," Roy said. "You two fix the drinks. I'll be in the den threading the projector."
Meg stood, awkwardly beside the bar while Sandra fixed a tray of martinis. Looking around the room she felt a cold chill as she remembered her last visit here and the kinky sex that had occurred.
She guessed that before the night was over and she could ask Sandra for the favor she wanted, she would have to end up in bed with both of them. The idea of having Roy crawling all over her wasn't very appealing, but she kept telling herself that it was for a good cause.
"Drinks are ready," Sandra said. "C'mon."
As they walked into the den, Sandra carried the tray in one arm and guided Meg with the hand of the other. The other woman managed to slide her hand across Meg's breast quite a few times with obvious intent.
In the dim room, Roy took her hand and pulled her to him. His mouth parted as it came down on hers in a tongue-sucking kiss. She heard Sandra's laughter as he poured the heat of his mouth into hers.
Meg felt her body respond to the giant immediately.
He broke the kiss and leaned his head back to look at her. "I'd like to do more than that," he said.
"Later, my sweetest, later," Sandra cooed, the meaning in her voice all too clear. "Are the films ready?"
"Not quite," Roy replied, leaving Meg and moving to a projector mounted on a table behind him. "I've got quite a little splicing to do."
"Good, then I can get a little more comfortable. Come along, Meg, you can freshen up in my bedroom. You know the way."
Meg followed her with her face burning. She cursed herself because the woman was able to make her feel like such a child.
The bedroom was just as Meg remembered it, with the huge bed and one wall completely lined with mirrors.
Sandra stood in the middle of the carpeted room and peeled away her dress. She wore no bra. Meg could clearly see the huge, rigid nipples that she also remembered so well.
She averted her eyes.
"Feel like a shower?" Sandra asked.
"No... I don't think so."
"Then come along and keep me company." Meg followed her naked body into the huge bathroom. "Doesn't it turn you on to see me naked like this?" Sandra asked.
The dark eyes seemed to be laughing at Meg. Sandra stretched, catlike, emphasizing her high breasts, moving her hips in a way that brought color to Meg's face.
"What do you feel when you look at me this way?" Sandra persisted, her voice deepening.
"I think you're very attractive," Meg hedged, feeling herself hemmed in, but turned on.
"Darling, don't look so uptight and tense."
"I'm not," Meg lied.
"Is your pussy wet yet?" Sandra said, reaching out for Meg's crotch.
"Honey?" Roy's voice bellowed up the stairs.
"Yes?"
"Projector's almost ready."
"Be right down," Sandra said, and smiled at Meg. "Meg, sweetie, go on and keep Roy from talking to himself. He can't bear being alone."
"All right." Meg fled, really relieved to be away from the provocative nakedness of Sandra. She walked down the carpeted corridor to the open door. The den was a large, wood-paneled room, three walls lined with books, the other wall now being used for the screen on which they were to watch the movies.
Two wide, low couches, side by aide, provided an expansive seating area. The coffee table was enormous, square, like a squat bed.
"Come here," Roy said, and suddenly the room was doused in darkness. "We'll start the movies in a minute or so."
My God, Meg thought, what was he going to do? She had just met hint. Was he that brazen? As brazen as his wife. But then Sandra obviously didn't care what he did. She did it, too.
"You said something about a drink," she was shaking again.
"Plenty of time for that," he promised, finding her in the darkness.
His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue darting between her willing teeth. She was startled at the touch of his hand on her zipper, at the way the zipper rode down its track. He was out of his mind, she thought, unable to remove herself from the heat of his mouth, his hands at her shoulders, pulling away the dress.
Sandra was still in the shower, but how long would she be there? Meg could scream with pleasure when he touched her.
Her dress was pushed to her waist, over her hips, to the floor. His mouth kept hers a willing prisoner while his hands shucked away the little she wore beneath it.
"Roy?" Sandra's voice filtered in from the doorway. "Roy don't you start up the film."
Meg froze, conscious of her clothes in a heap at her feet, feeling herself grow hot from fright that Sandra would flip on the lights. But she wouldn't do that, would she? She was telling Roy to start the projector rolling.
"In a minute, Sandra," Roy said without losing his cool. "Meg, come over here and relax."
He caught her by the hand, pulled her off towards the twin sofas. Somehow in the darkness he found the tray of drinks. She clutched the chilled glass, fearful of spilling it, then sipped cautiously.
Roy was in muted conversation with Sandra, across the room, beside the projector. He was doing something with a can of film. A shaft of light hit the screen. A girl walked out, wearing only a sign, introducing the film. Then she took off the sign.
"This one is really wild," Sandra said softly, settling down beside Meg in the darkness. What was Sandra wearing? A terrycloth robe. But it was open. The incredible nipples caught Meg's attention. "Watch, sweetie," Sandra coaxed.
Then on the screen there was a huge bed. And on the bed lay a beautiful woman with her hand buried to the wrist in her pussy.
Meg gasped when she recognized that the woman was Sandra.
"I photograph well, don't I?" Sandra said seductively. Her hand rested casually at Meg's thigh. Meg started at the touch, fires igniting within her.
Then a young boy walked to the bed. He was incredibly young, not more than eighteen years old, with only a bare patch of light fuzz on his pubic area. He was a beautiful boy. He reminded Meg of the boys on the beach. As she watched him fist his small cock she felt a tingle in her cunt. The same tinge she had felt when she had seen those two innocent boys that day masturbating.
"Finish your drink, Meg," Sandra said. "Let's get rid of the glass."
Her hand shaking, Meg swigged down the drink, acutely aware of Sandra's hand stroking her thigh. Sandra leaned forward to dart a hot, moist tongue around the stiffening tip of Meg's breast. Her hand on Meg's thigh grew more amorous.
Meg's gaze was focused on the Sandra on the screen, while her body was being tortured by the real Sandra. Her head was fogged, her thinking obliterated. The passionate mouth leaving one painfully erect nipple to devour the other and supple fingers filled her with a staggering excitement.
"I'll fix this so you can watch, darling," Sandra crooned, arranging pillows for Meg's head.
She lay back, one slim leg trailing on the floor, her eyes glazed over with excitement as she watched the erotic coupling on the screen. Sandra's mouth, hot and impatient, tailed over her torso, lingering at her navel, sweeping over her flat firm belly, lifting Meg to incredible desire.
On the screen Sandra was sucking the little boy's cock and fondling his balls. Her on-screen moans as the little dick pierced her lips were as wildly exciting as her real moans sucking Meg's tits. She sucked his cock to draw out all his balls could pump.
He was twisting his hips and bouncing. He whimpered like a dog being stroked on the belly. He loved it! Sandra was giving him an expert blow-job. Yet he also looked confused. He looked as if he didn't know if he should be pouring all this stuff into her mouth.
He had gushed more than two mouthfuls into her before she raised her head from his throbbing prick. Another stream of jism got her on the way up. It dribbled from her chin. The boy was horrified by the sight of the thick, gooey stuff on her lovely face.
She only smiled at him. She, wanted to get him into the bed. He couldn't move. His cock was still stiffer than limp even though he had shot out a lot of cum, and he still had more to spurt out.
Meg whimpered. She wished she were up there on the screen sucking all that sweet young boy's delicious, thick cum.
Her nails caught Sandra's milk-white shoulders, dug in with unconscious intensity. Her pelvis writhed. Oh, she couldn't stand anymore... she would go out of her mind!
"Meg..." Roy hovered over her now, naked. "How do you feel?"
"Oh, Roy," she whimpered. "Roy..." No shame, no self-consciousness, with Sandra's mouth hot at her thighs, and Roy's hands on her tits.
"We'll make you terribly happy," Roy whispered. "In a little while you'll understand," he promised.
His hand was at her mouth, prying. From the film he had been showing, she understood what he wanted.
"Does seeing Sandra suck that kid off turn you on, Meg?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"Then suck my cock, Meg!"
It was like up there on the screen, she thought. Wonderful... kooky... no time to think... just feel. This beautiful insanity... anything, everything!
And then with startling suddenness, she lay alone on the sofa. Her body still going insane, alone. A light hit the huge coffee table, that looked like a squat bed. Roy was tossing pillows into the middle of it.
"Over here, sweetie," Sandra coaxed, her eyes dark with veiled excitement. "Lie down, baby."
Still in a fantasy-like dream, Meg felt herself prodded into a prone position along the cushions. The screen was blank. The film was over. Meg was sorry. She wanted to see the little boy's cock again. She wanted to see it spurt more cum.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Roy said. "Look at her. Did you ever see anything so passionate?"
His hands were at Meg's tits again. He hovered above her, his male heat teasing her while he enjoyed the whimper of arousal he elicited.
"Look, don't leave me out in the cold," Sandra drawled. She moved her hands on Meg's breasts, tweaking, drawing a cry of protest mingled with abandoned desire.
Meg's body was full of passion, her mouth loving Sandra while Roy thrust into her pussy with towering frenzy until the explosions went off within her. Sounds of rapture lifted in her throat while her hips lifted to Roy's, and she drowned in his passion.
Slipping his arms through those of Meg and Sandra's, Roy said, "Oh, little baby, you're going to love this! Just relax and enjoy it... let us be the teachers!"
They used the huge table, Roy getting between Meg's legs and putting his mouth to her cunt, Sandra lying to one side of her, almost frantically pushing his head and tongue deeper into Meg's pussy. Then Sandra put her mouth back on one hard nipple, then the other, sucking curiously. Roy's tongue moved in to even greater depths until Meg was going mad with desire.
Crossing her legs behind his back, she lay back, giving herself completely to lust, enjoying to the fullest the double treatment she was being given... the sucking at her pussy, the sucking lips at her tits... the whole world sucking her! She reached underneath Sandra and began fondling the woman's tight bosoms, exciting Sandra to even greater activity, mouth to tit, to neck, back to nipple, down to belly.
Shaking, Meg felt the hands of passion tearing at the insides of her cunt. A gigantic excitement gripped her mind, and a gigantic come shook her body.
"K-k-keep sucking!" she cried. "Keep sucking me!"
Wave after wave of glorious orgasm wracked through her body, her love juices spurting forth in a never-ending stream.
Finally, exhausted, she relaxed, her legs sliding from Roy's neck and shoulders. Sandra and Roy raised themselves, their faces twisted with desire, Roy puffing madly at his cock, his breathing very labored. "I'm going to put it between those big lovely tits, baby," he panted, moving in to her.
Roy's cock intrigued Meg. It was magnificent, a thick weapon that had to be a good eight inches long, and with a pulsating, purplish red head. All of a sudden Meg felt an overwhelming urge to wrap her lips around that big juicy plum, not caring anymore whether Sandra was watching or not. Meg found herself moaning.
"I want it in my mouth, Roy! Please, hurry!" She opened her legs wider again -- Sandra was moving in for her turn at pussy-sucking. She parted Meg's cuntlips.
"I'll do as good a job as Roy did," she moaned. Roy crawled up over Meg, placing his hot cock between her tits.
After giving Meg's pubic hair a few licks, Sandra raised her head. "Roy, honey, hold still. I'll fuck your asshole while you screw her tits."
"Wait until I get them firmly around my cock," he said. "How's it feel, Meg baby?" He squeezed her breasts together around his prick, engulfing the shaft completely.
Reaching up, Sandra slid her finger through the crack of his ass, fingering his hole. She resumed sucking Meg and all the woman could think about was getting that cock into her mouth.
"Do me good, baby," Roy said. "Give it the suck of its life!" He groaned through gritted teeth, raising himself, careful not to dislodge his wife's finger from his asshole, moving his thumping cock up to Meg's mouth.
Then he shoved the wet head into her throat.
Unashamedly, Meg sucked the big, heavy rod, pulling so hard on the slick knob that deep pits formed in her mouth, big dimples that formed in and out, the fierceness of her sucking causing Roy to cry in sheer joy, always easing more of his meat into her mouth with each stroke.
A tremendous spasm flowed the length of Meg's body, a lightning convulsion rocking her from head to toe. Her agony of pleasure exploded into one heaving, turbulent cunt, and half-choking, gurgling around Roy's cock, Meg screamed as a new series of orgasms coursed through her pussy, sending streams of juices into Sandra's mouth.
Roy held her head on either side with both hands as he came thickly into the depths of her throat.
"Swallow it!" he demanded.
Cum slammed into Meg's mouth, a torrent of cream, hot against the insides of her cheeks. She swallowed it all, gulping it down, just as Sandra was sucking and swallowing the juices from her cunt.
"What do you want to do now, baby?" Roy asked, his mouth close to her.
"I... I," Meg stammered. "I want to see Sandra blow that cute boy's cock again and then I want to suck and fuck some more... and then I want to ask Sandra to do me a favor."
"Ask now, honey," Sandra said. "Shit, I'll do anything for you as long as I can suck your pussy."
Meg took a deep breath, trying to form exactly the right words to express her desire.
"I... I want you to do the same thing that we're doing right now with Roy. Only next week I want you to do it with me and my son-in-law."
Chapter Eleven
There was less than three weeks left on the beach house lease. Meg used that as an excuse to go into town and spend the night getting the ready for them to move back.
"Do you want some help, Mother?" Sada asked.
"Oh... I don't think so, honey. But I'll tell you what. If I do, I'll call you and you can drive in. All right?"
"Damn, if I didn't have this hot poker game tonight," Jerry said, "I'd come in and help you move the heavy stuff."
Meg smiled to herself. That had been their pre-arranged excuse to get out of the house for a night and leave Sada. Meg would go on into town and Jerry would meet her later by borrowing a friend's car.
It had been an easy matter, just by describing Sandra to him, to raise Jerry's blood pressure to the point where he was practically begging Meg to set up a threesome with the other woman.
She had already done it.
Driving into town, Meg felt as light-hearted as a young girl. She knew she was doing the right thing for all of them. Sada would hurt for awhile, but it would soon wear off and she would find someone else. And she, Meg, would have Jerry.
She sighed aloud as she pulled into the drive and cut the motor. Oh, what times they would have together, Meg and her young stud lover. With Jerry's appetite, she knew she would never want for cock again.
Inside the house she immediately opened all the doors and windows to get rid of the musty, un-lived in smell. She entered her upstairs bedroom and went right to her dresser.
She rummaged around in the clothing, selected some items with care, and laid them out on the bed, her heartbeat quickening with excitement.
There was a very low-cut black bra, a pair of sheer black bikini panties, misty black nylons, and a green dress of soft, clinging material with a plunging neckline and an extremely high hem.
She knew how well Sandra would look when Jerry met her. Meg wanted to look better. She didn't want her young lover to forget who the number one woman in the threesome was.
In the bathroom, she turned off the water and slipped out of her clothes. She climbed into the tub with a sigh and lay soaking for awhile. From time to time, she licked her lips and her eyes smoldered with intense desire.
She began lathering soap on her sex-swelled tits, feeling a delicious tingle of excitement as she stroked her erect pink nipples. There was a faint ache in the back of her mind concerning what she was about to do.
But in the same thought she remembered what Jerry's cock could do for her body and all thoughts of backing out were dispelled.
She finished her bath and dried herself thoroughly, her pulse racing as the time drew nearer. Standing naked before the mirror, she applied makeup-heavy mascara, green eye-shadow, glossy lipstick. She brushed out her hair, her fingers shaking slightly as the sharp image of her own creamy, full-breasted body locked tightly to Jerry's in ecstasy whirled in her mind.
When her long hair glistened with radiance, she put down the brush and caressingly rubbed cologne on her pubic hairs, on each soft inner thigh, on her taut pink nipples and behind her ears.
She dressed quickly and stared at the result in the full-length bedroom mirror. She caught her breath, always amazed at the astonishing change.
The woman who stared back at her reeked with sex, as glaring and bold as a neon sign. From her smoldering eyes to her ripe, creamy breasts, exposed almost to the nipple in the daring dress, from her plump hips to her generous thighs and long, stunning legs she was the embodiment of pure sex.
She heard the car engine in the drive! She raced to the window, made sure it was Jerry, and scampered back to dial the phone.
Sada picked it up on the first ring. "Hello?"
"Sada?"
"Yes, Mom."
"I've changed my mind. I think you can help me after all. Why don't you come over in about two hours."
Meg met him at the door and her heart nearly stopped when his first words were, "Wow... you look great. Is she here yet... what's her name... Sandra?"
"No, she's not," Meg said coolly. "Won't I do in the meantime?"
"You better believe it, baby," he growled.
"Prove it," she challenged, her heart hammering.
His mouth came down hungrily on hers. Jerry's hands were at her shoulders. Meg felt his warmth and trembled. In the dark, he fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress. Impatient, Meg moved to help him.
His mouth found hers again. His hands swept her dress to the waist, traveled her back to grope for the hooks to her bra. The lace went limp and his fingers moved beneath to cup her rich tits.
In a burst of heat, Meg thrust the dress away from her waist, over her hips, shrugging it to the floor. In the darkness, Jerry's hot lips covered her face and neck with hot, fiery kisses.
"Oh, Jerry," she moaned.
His mouth burrowed at her tits. His fingers played with her nipples.
"Jerry!" In a tremor of abandon, Meg reached to find him, and rejoiced in the sound of strangled excitement her effort elicited.
"Oh, baby, baby!" Anguish registered in his voice, urging her on.
"Ohhh, Jerry, I love you! Darling..." Meg lifted her hips urgently against his. He wanted her as wildly as she wanted him. "Darling..."
Then the doorbell rang.
"Oh, boy... there's the other third to our threesome," he said, and headed for the door. "Jerry!"
"What?"
"Are you going to meet her like that? With your cock sticking out?"
"Why not?" he said, laughing. "That's what she's here for, isn't it?"
"Well, well, well," Sandra said, "starting without me, huh? Naughty, naughty," she said, her hand wrapped lovingly around Jerry's cock. "Which way's the bed?"
"A woman after my own heart," Jerry said, leading Sandra toward the bedroom. "C'mon, Meg... join in!"
The next hour was like a blurred haze in Meg's mind. She saw Jerry slap Sandra a hard whack on her buttocks with his open palm the second she was in the bedroom.
Sandra turned to him with an evil smile on her face. "You think you're quite a stud, don't you, boy?"
"I sure am," Jerry replied.
"We'll see. I usually prefer pussy, but right now I'd like to see what you can do with that thing." The muscles in her long thighs were jumping and her hips were undulating slightly, rotating an invitation to be taken.
"You're gonna get all you can handle, honey," Jerry said.
Meg entered the room behind them. She shook her head at the exchange. The words didn't sound like either of them. "You're not quite the iceberg I thought," she said to Sandra.
"You never really know everything about anyone, Meg," Sandra panted, eyes narrowed with sensual desire. The tip of her tongue flicked continuously across her slightly parted full lips. "I need to be fucked... use your cock in me!"
She was shivering with her sexual craving, forcing herself to be patient as Jerry removed her filmy blouse and slid the skirt down her long legs.
She groaned as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button, then licked upward over her feverish body. She pushed her tits forward, bulging them out over the edges of the French-cut bra. Jerry pulled the halter off, letting her huge tits, up-tilted with passion, blossom in the open. He grabbed one brutally with both hands and popped a dark nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hands gripped behind his head and she mashed his face into her ample bosom.
"I'll suck you after you fuck me, if you want me to," she whined, greedily begging to be plundered by him.
"Suck it now," Jerry said, pulling at her shoulders.
Meg couldn't believe it. The two of them were acting like sex machines. Jerry was an animal with this woman whom he had only met minutes before.
And Sandra. It was amazing. Meg had taught the woman just short of being a full blown lesbian, but here she was going after Jerry as if she'd never had a cock in her life before.
"What a man!" Sandra sighed, smacking her lips with eagerness. She lurched onto her knees before him and kissed his crotch with affection. "I think I could just gobble you all day long," she gurgled, taking the big head all the way into her mouth.
Then Meg realized it was only her husband's cock that Sandra was bored with. That's why she swung the way she did. With her husband, she preferred the other women. With another woman, and a different man, she preferred the man. And Jerry was the same way.
Jerry lifted Sandra and dropped her onto the bed. Her legs opened to reveal her peat, hungry cunt, lips gaping wide like a greedy mouth. He gabbed his huge prick, moistened it in her red gash and plunged the head against her bulging anus. Steadily, ruthlessly, he wormed it into her rectum until its entire length was imbedded deep in her bowels.
"In my cunt!" Sandra pleaded. "But, ohhh, that's good! I like being fucked in the asshole, too!" She had her knees drawn up high, and as Jerry withdrew his rod from her ass, she grabbed the immense shaft and poised it at the sopping wet entrance to her pussy.
With a growl he lunged forward until her cunt was completely impaled on his cunt-hungry cock. "Yes... yes... YES!" Sandra screamed. "Fuck me! Pour your ever-loving cock into me!" Her eyes were closed, mouth twisted grotesquely, as she reveled in the sex she was getting. Her first orgasm wrenched her body violently and she almost deafened Meg as she screamed like a wild animal.
Meg could take it no longer. She ran down stairs and dressed. Even outside, getting into her car, she could still hear the wild, angry sounds of their sex.
She was about halfway to the beach house when she saw Sada's car flash past on the opposite side of the highway.
Meg heard the door slam. She threw a robe over her naked, quivering body and went into the hall. He was sitting in a sofa by the bar, a bottle of scotch in one hand and a glass in the other.
"What happened?" she said.
"Just what you wanted to happen," Jerry said. "She walked in and found us. There was nothing to explain."
"Where is she now?"
"There... at the other house. She said to tell you she's going to stay there. She wants a divorce."
"And you, Jerry?" Meg said. "Where are you going to stay?"
He looked up, but didn't reply.
Try, her mind screamed at her. At least try one more time.
She dropped the robe to the floor and walked down the stairs.
He turned his head sideways to see her standing inches away. She was completely nude, and her thick pubic hair was close above his head. His eyes traversed upward to her flat, firm belly, then to her twin up-tilted breasts. She bent down over him, giving his opened mouth a damp, tongue exploring kiss while she flung herself prone over his body. Unable to control her passionate desire to consume him, she tore at his skin-tight T-shirt in a frenzy, raking his neck and cheek with her fingernails.
To escape her wild onslaught, he wrapped his left arm round her small waist and rolled off the sofa, gaining his feet while holding her suspended to him. He tried to set her on her feet, but she bent her knees, refusing to be put down.
She clung tenaciously to his neck with both arms, while her eyes, aflame with passion and desire, pleaded with him to fuck her immediately.
He clasped her diminutive waist with both hands, completely encircling her. He carried her up the stain without a word and deposited her on the bed. She lay silently, watching him remove his clothes. She licked her lips and emitted a sharp squeal of desire as he peeled off his shorts and his massive erection jumped forward like a coiled spring.
He smiled, then walked into the bathroom, snapped on the light, and stood over the bowl, pissing. From where she lay, Meg could see all of him clearly, hear the steady stream splashing into the toilet water. Her mouth was hung wide open. Was he putting her on? Was he insulting her? At that moment she wished she had a whip. Maybe she'd use it... maybe she wouldn't.
When he was through, he fisted his thick shaft, milking it a few times vigorously, looking over his shoulder to her to make sure she was watching. He fisted it, and walked back into the bedroom, still milking it, but slowly, not too tightly. The big round head swelled. Meg couldn't take her eyes off it.
Her great jouncing tits were free and expanding and she watched him gape at them, cock in hand and jacking a little faster. His tongue trailed along his lower lip, and Meg couldn't stop hers from doing the same.
If he was perverted, maybe she was a little, too -- she couldn't deny that, not at this moment, anyway. He wet the palm of his other hand with his tongue and rubbed his prick with it, enjoying her avid watching.
The cock shot a spurt of wetness onto her flesh, and she felt its sticky warmth, the strange, mangled emotions of hatred and love. The walls of her pussy twitched.
Repulsion and desire!
She had the same sensations now in her breasts. She closed her eyes tightly to bide the smallest glimmer. She could hear his breathing, heavy, harsh, and uneven.
"Meg," he whispered, then louder: "Meg, can you hear me?"
She lay still, kept her breathing regular, easy and relaxed with an effort of will.
"Oh, Meg," he breathed with emotion.
Now! the small voice in her head told her, warned her, promised her. Now he'd fuck her!
She felt his face touch hers, gently, softly, and it was hard to restrain a startled gasp when she realized that he was rubbing his cheeks against hers.
"So smooth," he murmured, "so sweet." He nuzzled her, hungrily and longingly.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks and lips with a gentle mouth.
She felt him draw back, then he spoke, quietly.
"Sweet... but cruel!"
His mouth went onto hers again, but this time he drove in fiercely, probing his tongue into the secret crannies, sucking the warm, wet tissue, drawing her tongue into his mouth, and savoring it, urgently.
Meg neither helped nor impeded. But she opened her eyes and she saw the big hands holding his cock tightly, pointing it towards her face. Then he moved it forward and she felt him rubbing it against her cheeks. It crossed her lips, and her slightly parted mouth felt the wet slit at its tip pause at the opening.
He pushed it in hard and her lips stretched as the bulbous head forced her mouth to open wide to accommodate it. He slid it in, then out, with smooth wet movements.
Meg took it, passively.
The head of his shaft felt so smooth, as though his skin was stretched to the tightest limit to contain the pulsing energy which was striving to burst out and spew itself onto her tongue, her lips, her teeth.
He withdrew his cock from between her lips, and she felt a driblet of wetness op from the end of it onto her chin as it passed.
"Want me to fuck you now?" he said.
"Yes... yes... put it in me... fuck me, Jerry, please, fuck me!" she begged.
"Want me to fill your belly with my cock... run it back and forth over your cunt and make you come good?"
"Yes... oh, yes!"
"Is that what you want?"
"More than anything eke in the world," she panted.
"Then, come closer... come to the foot of the bed," he grunted. She obeyed, crawling nakedly on hands and knees over the mattress, just in time to have her neck and tits sprayed thickly with the high arch of his creamy cum. She looked down at herself, and a stream of the cream ran dawn over one nipple.
"That's all you get from me, you bitch," he said. He picked up his clothes and headed for the door.
"No... no, Jerry... you don't understand. I love you! I love you and I want you... please. Stay with me!"
"Stay with you? You must be nuts, an old cunt like you? Shit!"
And he was gone.
Chapter Twelve
Meg took the familiar path down the beach past the high dunes, as she had every day for the past week. Soon it would happen, she told herself, they would came back.
It had been two months since Jerry had left, since the terrible night. Sada was staying at the house in town. It was practically her house now since Meg had taken a long-term lease on the beach house.
She had tried to talk to Sada many times, but got nothing but a perfunctory hello and goodbye from her daughter.
One night she had awakened in a cold sweat, her body needing the relief that Jerry wasn't there to give. She had called Harvey and Paula. Paula had answered and told her that they had gotten a divorce. She didn't know where Harvey was and she didn't care.
Several times Sandra had called her, but Meg wanted no more to do with either her or Roy.
Frustration turned into loneliness. She thought of going to the bars, but, for some reason, the men seemed so tyrant-like in their demands. There was no need, no tenderness, and no innocence.
Then, by accident, she returned to the spot on the beach where she had first seen the two young boys. They were there again, waiting for the girl to show up. But she never did.
That had been the previous week and that was when Meg had gotten her idea. Since then she had been in the same spat on the sand every day.
She spread the blanket out and sat down, letting the warm sun bake her already quivering skin. She didn't have long to wait, not more than ten minutes.
The boys were usually as punctual as she.
When she heard their low-pitched whispers from the dune behind her, she stood and started the daily routine.
Maybe today, she thought, maybe today will be the day.
She slowly, sensuously, reached behind her and fumbled with the clasps of her halter top. She could faintly hear their intake of breath as she turned in their direction.
In her imagination, Meg could see them pulling their smooth cocks from their pants and gaspingly anticipating her next move.
The clasps fell apart at her back. She squeezed her tits together with her arms, accentuating the deep valley of her cleavage as the bra top fell away and dropped to the sand.
Again she heard the heavy gasps from behind the pile of sand.
With her face a mask of calm, she rolled the bottom of her bikini down until just a faint line of dark pubic hair curled above the material. Then, as she had every other day, she lay on her back to let the sun bake her near-nude body.
She sensed almost immediately that today would be different. The boys spoke in louder, bolder whispers. She could hear them very clearly as they admired her body and wriggled closer to where she lay on the sand.
"Wow... you ever seen tits like that?"
"Her pussy hair's black! I wonder if it covers her whole crotch."
"Of course it does."
"How do you know?"
"I saw my sister's once. It goes clear down between their legs."
"She sure is beautiful! I'd like to see her naked all over!"
Come here... come here, Meg wanted to scream. You not only can see me naked all over, you can touch me, smell me, taste me, fuck me. Yes, come here, my sweet little boys, and you can fuck me. You can fuck me anywhere you want: in my mouth, my ass, my pussy, anywhere. Come closer and fuck me!
"You suppose she's asleep?"
"Why?"
"'Cause I wanna touch her tits."
"You crazy?"
"Hell no... I could just crawl out there beside her and at least I could see her tits up close."
"Not me, what if she wakes up?"
"I'll run."
"I'm runnin' now if you're gonna do it. I don't wanna get caught."
"Okay... you run, but I'm gonna do it." Meg could hear one of the boys scamper away over the sand. All was silent for a few moments and then she heard the unmistakable rustling of the second boy moving stealthily towards her.
Oh... oh, God, hurry. You don't know how much I've got waiting for you, my little lover.
She opened her eyes and saw his young, wide-eyed, handsome face only a few feet from her body. His eyes were riveted on the swelling rise and fall of her big tits.
Closer... closer he came, until she could almost feel his hot breath on the side of her breast.
Then his hand came up and gently rested on her tit, the palm hot on her rigid nipple. She waited until she heard his breath come in great gasps and then snapped her eyes open.
"What are you doing?"
"Jeez," he squealed and tried to lurch to his feet.
Meg grasped him by the ankle and pulled him down beside her. He fought like a little tiger, but she held him and eventually pinned him to the sand.
Even then, frightened and struggling under the pressure of her arms and knees, he couldn't take his glassy eyes off her huge, dark-tipped mounds.
"I wasn't doing anything, lady, honest. Let me."
"You put your hand on my breast. Why?"
"I couldn't help it... I really couldn't."
"Why?"
"Cause," he gasped. "I wanted to touch it. You're so beautiful."
She smiled. "I guess you really couldn't help it, could you?"
"Well, then I guess I can't blame you."
"You can't?" he gasped in astonishment. "Not really."
"Then you ain't mad?"
"No," Meg said, releasing him but leaving her hands close to him in case he decided to bolt. "I guess my naked breasts would excite a strong boy your age, wouldn't they?"
"They sure do," he gulped.
"I forgive you then. Want to be friends?"
"Yep... yeah, I sure do."
"I tell you what... I'll even take you back to my house and you can have some soda and pie."
"You'd do that?" he said, disbelief at his good fortune registering in his eyes.
"Say... what's your name?"
"Billy."
"Well, come on, Billy," she said, standing and pulling the beach robe on to hide her naked tits. She shoved the bra and blanket into the basket.
"You mean, you ain't gonna tell on me?"
"Not if you don't," Meg said, smiling at him and patting the top of his head before putting her arm around his thin shoulders.
"Boy, that was good," Billy said, cramming the last bit of pie into his mouth.
"Would you like another piece?"
"I couldn't eat no more," he said. "Besides, I probably ought to get home."
"So soon?" Meg said. "Why don't you stay and we'll talk a little."
"Well... okay... I guess."
They moved into the living room. Meg could barely stop the shaking in her body as she watched him walk in front of her.
Her mind was racing. A boy! Here was a young boy right in her own house. Who could ask for anything better than this? She ached for him. She wanted to see him naked.
But what excuse could she use to entice him. "How old are you, Billy?"
"Eighteen."
"Oh? You're big for your age."
"Yeah... a little."
He wasn't. He was small for his age. But he had beautiful flashing dark eyes and black hair. She had already seen his cock once and she yearned to see it again, and to feel it.
Meg had changed into a flimsy robe while he ate. She had nothing on under it and she knew, if she didn't hold it closed, it would open down the front at the slightest move she made. She wondered if she could make her seduction look like an accident.
Purposely, she tripped and fell against him. At the same time she called his name. He turned just in time to catch her. As they came together her robe opened.
His hands filled with her bare breasts and his eyes popped at the sight of the thick, black bush that covered her cunt.
He gulped loudly. His face turned red with embarrassment. Both of them were crouching on the floor facing each other.
She did not pull the robe closed immediately and Billy took a few moments to realize what he was doing before he looked away. There were goose bumps standing up on his arms. Meg could see that. She knew she had had an effect on him.
He had begun to sweat profusely as he jumped to his feet. Meg rose slowly right in front of him. She let the robe hang free. She took him by the hand.
Billy's Adam's apple was bobbing up and down in his throat. He was frightened out of his senses by seeing this lady's naked body. She hadn't let go of his hand. It made him extremely nervous to be so close to her.
He could see the rounded inside part of both her tits. They nearly touched each other. The boy looked away from her, out the window. She had to smile at his shyness.
"What's the matter, Billy?" she said.
"A... nothin', Ma'am."
"Meg. Call me Meg. Why can't you look at me now? You saw me like this on the beach, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but... but not all of you."
"You mean my pussy?" He gulped again. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Come over here and sit down so that we can get acquainted."
The feeling of lust that welled in her cunt made her bold. She had to feel this boy now. There was no way she could let him get away from her without having him. She threw caution to the wind.
"Come on, Billy," she said, pushing him back gently on the couch. He weakly let her do it. "We have so many things to do together." She began to stroke his face and neck with a light, sensuous touch. His skin was like cream to her. It made her juices flow just to feel him. The boy was trembling with embarrassment. He was confused and frightened.
"What are you doing, Meg?"
"I'm only touching you. Don't you like it, Billy?"
"I-I've got to go," he stammered.
"Why? I heard you tell your friend down on the beach all the things you'd like to do with me. Don't you want to do them now?"
"I... I, uh, don't know..."
"Don't you want to find out what girls are like? Are you afraid?"
"No... I ain't afraid."
"You touched my tit, Billy. Wouldn't you like to touch my pussy, too?"
The boy was speechless. He was too confused and afraid to fight her. There was also the problem of his rising emotions. He wasn't immune to the sensuous stroking she was doing to him. His virgin cock was stirring in his pants.
Meg couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop now. She leaned over and began to kiss the boy on the face and neck. She ended up by kissing him with a full kiss on the lips. Her tongue hungrily sought his in his mouth.
The boy's breath came in gasps. The perspiration dripped off him. His entire body became clammy as she held him close. The T-shirt he was wearing clung to him from the moisture.
Meg felt down his body to the top of his pants. She paused there for a moment, then she went on. The boy groaned softly and weakly when he felt the pressure of her hand on his cock.
Her hands pressed down on his stiffening rod. She leaned against him so he would slide backward on the sofa. She was half on top of him. She unbuttoned his pants and began to take down his zipper.
Then it was out! She saw it! It was smooth from being erect and had no hair on it anywhere. She was so surprised and pleased. Her cunt spasmed, she felt the trickle of juices ooze out of her pussy.
Her head reeled. She had to have him. She had to suck him, fuck him. His hard little prick felt wonderful in her hands. She loved the feel of it... the smell and the sight of it. She was enraptured by the virgin cock. His eyes were closed as she was entranced by his little rod.
She began to stroke it from the tip to the base. He groaned and moved on the couch. She was beside herself with lust. She had to take it in her mouth.
Her tongue flicked around it. The boy felt the shocks of the electricity she produced shoot up his cock into his groin. He flinched.
Meg could taste the fluid that kept dripping faster and faster from him. She swallowed it down greedily. She opened her lips to take more of his shaft in. Just as she did, Billy began to try to twist on the couch.
"Oh, shit!" he screamed.
The cock strained in her mouth. It swelled up and trembled all over. She knew he would come soon. She sucked on him harder and harder.
He was coming.
Meg sucked like she had never sucked before. His cock trembled, jerked, swelled and shot his cum into her eager mouth.
The boy was coming! His virgin cock was coming right into her ready mouth. Meg drank down his first load with great vigor. She was in her glory. His cock was buried in her mouth right up to the balls. She licked and sucked on him. He was moaning and groaning, arching off the couch, as his young jizz continued to splash into her.
She had done it... she had made the youngster come! His cock began to wither. She licked it some more. Then she let it slide gently out of her mouth.
She moved over him until her tits nearly encased his face. "Wasn't that good... did you like it, Billy?"
"Yeah... but..." His eyes stared up at her in wonder.
"What?"
"What did you do with the stuff?"
It took a moment for her to realize what he meant and then she laughed. "I swallowed it."
"Jeez."
"It was delicious. Do you want to suck my tits? I want you to."
Tentatively he touched a hard nipple with his tongue. Then he took the bud between his lips. Then he sucked and his cock rose a second time and he was lost to her.
Soon the head of his cock touched the wet hairs between her legs. Meg lowered herself. She pressed her cunt down onto his stiff cock. She rotated her hips. Oh, it felt so good his prick sandwiched between their bodies. She felt it against her hairy slit.
Her breathing became heavier. Her pussy was already soaking wet from her oozing juices. She had to feel the boy on her. The little prick of his was so lovely and smooth.
She moved herself so that his cock tip lodged just inside the folds of her pussy. It pressed right against her cunt. Her stomach tightened and more juice flowed from her hole.
The sensation sent sparks of passion through her body. She began to grind her cunt onto his little cock. It kept rubbing right against her clit. It was the feeling that she loved so much. The boy continued to groan. He lay limp under her. Only his prick was hard and ready.
She reached between them and guided his cock to her cunt. "I'm going to put you inside me now, Billy," she said; "I'm going to fuck you with my pussy. Don't be afraid."
"I ain't afraid... do it!" he said.
She slapped her hips down hard onto the boy's prick. She twisted and turned on its shaft. She tried to make it hit up against the walls of her velvet sheath. Her muscles were contracting spasmodically and sensuously around him.
Although he was not into her very far, it was far enough for him to feel her soft inner walls. Her juices flowed out of her hungry hole like a flood.
Rapidly Meg had her first and then second climax. The boy came a second time. She could feel his thin streams of hot juice boil up into her pussy.
"Oh, it feels so good... so good," he gurgled. Then his little cock began to weaken. He had squirted out all the cum his balls could produce. Meg still bounced on his cock. She wanted to get all she could out of him. Her cunt opened and closed furiously.
Finally she stopped. She panted heavily on him. Their chests heaved into one another. Her ample breasts pressed into his chest. Her head was reeling. She felt her cunt relax. The juices that had filled her hole began to trickle out of her. They flowed out and wet the boy's cock and pants. She loved the feeling.
When at last the boy was dressed again and Meg was in her robe, she walked with him to the door.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"I sure did," he said, smiling up at her. "Can I come back tomorrow?"
"Maybe," she said. "If you remember what we both said on the beach."
"What?"
"I won't tell... you won't tell."
"I ain't gonna tell anybody," he said emphatically.
"Unless you could trust the other boy that was with you today?"
"Davey? Oh, yeah. We can trust him."
"All right then, tomorrow you may bring him along and we'll all play."
She watched him trot down the walk and turn at the gate. He waved and she waved back.
Her hand traveled down to her dripping pussy and her eyes closed. She smiled as she thought about the next day. And the next, and the next.
