It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul some hidden, secret desire that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions surface and another KICK emerges. Sometime such passions are exposed and another scandal hits the headlines.
PEEPING FAMILY is a dramatic presentation of a family which dares to let its most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"Wasn't it nice of Arthur to invite us for the weekend?" Maggie Jones said, as she unfastened her bra. She was standing in front of the full-length mirror. She smiled with a touch of narcissism as she saw the way her big tits rolled from the loosened bra. She was a sultry, sexy woman and she knew it. She liked to be sultry and sexy and her husband Paul liked her that way, too.
Paul was undressing behind her, by the bed.
He said, "Yes. But I can't understand why a bachelor like Arthur wanted to have a big house like this."
"He must entertain a lot," Maggie speculated.
Maggie and Paul didn't really know Arthur Campbell very well and had been mildly surprised, although pleased, when the man had invited them to his country home for the weekend. This was their first night there. Thus far, Arthur had proven a gracious host. They had dined by candlelight, off silver. They had been given plenty to drink.
Maggie, still looking at herself in the mirror, pushed her bikini panties down, squirming her hips.
Paul was watching her and her reflection, both. He saw his wife's slender back and thrusting, heart-shaped ass and, beyond her, he saw her tits and crotch reflected in the glass. It was like having two women naked in the room, he thought.
His cock began to get hard.
He noticed that his wife's nipples were stiff.
Naked now, Maggie was still regarding her image, smiling slightly, pleased by what she saw. She saw Paul move up behind her. He, too, seemed pleased. They exchanged a smile in the looking glass. Paul stepped close, and put his hand on her shoulder. Maggie tossed her head back against him.
She felt his big, hard prick pushing against her ass.
His hands moved around and cupped her fat tits. He kneaded the globes and pulled at her taut nipple.
Maggie squirmed her ass back against his cock.
"Let's go to bed," Paul whispered.
"No let's fuck right here, in front of the looking glass," Maggie suggested.
Paul grinned. He knew that his wife was a narcissist it suited him to a tee. He never had to do without a piece of ass, because Maggie could always be made hot by a compliment or a reference to how desirable her body was.
She reached behind her ass and began to stroke and fondle Paul's cock and balls. He rubbed her belly, then cupped her crotch. Her cunt was already wet and the pussy lips were parted. His fingers slipped easily through the juicy slot.
Maggie guided his cock to her cunt.
She spread her legs apart and worked the head of his prick around in her hot fuck-hole, stirring her passion with his cockhead as if it were a spoon in a bowl of cream. She rested her head against his chest and continued to look in the mirror. Paul gripped her by the hips and lunged in and up, driving the full length of his cockshaft up her pussy. Maggie whimpered with, the sensation. She began to move immediately, her wide hips grinding, her soft belly heaving. Paul started to feed the cock to her with long, steady strokes.
They both looked in the mirror.
They could see his prick vanish up her fuckhole, then reappear, lathered with cunt juice. They saw his bloated balls swing in as his belly slapped against her ass. They saw her creamy cunt lips pull and suck on his cockmeat and her clit stiffen and throb.
Inspired by the sight as much as the sensation, Maggie began to moan and cry out.
Her pussy creamed.
Hot cunt juice poured down his prickshaft and coated his balls. Paul rammed in and out with vigor and, a moment later, gasped as his balls exploded and his thick cum spurted into her cunt. He kept pounding away, pouring spurt after spurt of jism into her pussy. As he withdrew, cum and cunt juice gushed out. The cream ran down her slick thighs and flooded onto his balls.
They watched it all in the mirror.
Maggie wished that they had a nice mirror like that in their own bedroom. She decided to buy one. But it wouldn't be the same, really. It made a lovely change to be in a strange bedroom, to make love to Paul in a new setting.
It was almost as if she were with another man.
And another man sat, fascinated, on the other side of that full-length looking glass. It was their host, Arthur Campbell. He was leaning towards the mirror on the other side, his brow gleaming with perspiration. He had his prick in his hand, pulling it up and down.
The mirror was not a normal one. On the bedroom side, it reflected but from the other side it was a window.
Arthur had watched them fuck.
Arthur was delighted that they had done it standing up in front of the mirror. His perspective had been ideal. He had had other couples stay in that room, but usually they fucked in bed so that he couldn't really get a good view. Tonight had been the best ever.
From his secret vantage point, he had seen Paul's fat prick push in and out of Maggie's juicy pussy. He had seen the cunt juice and the cum pour out from her pussy slit. The sight was pleasing to Arthur, who was a confirmed voyeur.
Maggie and Paul went to bed.
Arthur waited, jerking his prick slowly, hoping that they might fuck again, but they were drained. Well, he couldn't complain. They had provided him with a visual delight.
When he realized that they were not going to fuck again, he began pounding his cock faster. His hand flew up and down his face contorted, eyes narrowed, lips slack. After a moment, a drop of jism sprayed from the head of his prick and splattered against the glass.
Arthur wiped it up with his handkerchief before he left.
He liked to keep that mirror-window clear.
When Campbell had the house built, he had told the architect that there had to be a large closet between the two guest bedrooms. Ostensibly, it was a closet. The architect wondered why Campbell was so adamant about the location of a closet, but asked no questions. He was being overpaid. The builders wondered why Campbell should want two full-length mirrors in a closet, as well, but it was his house and his money. And the man who installed the special looking glasses, seeing the way they were situated, had a wink and a chuckle over it. He wished that he had mirrors like that in his own home as well as a guest room into which to spy. He envied Campbell and, the night after he had installed the special glass, he fucked his wife three times, to her amazement.
From either bedroom adjoining the closet, the mirrors seemed just that innocent mirrors.
But from within the closet, when that room was dark or dimly illuminated, one could see through the glass as plainly as through a window see what went on in both bedrooms.
Arthur entertained a lot.
He invited handsome couples to stay, he wined them and dined them and he watched them.
No one ever knew.
It was Arthur's main pleasure in life, watching people fuck. He had never made love to a woman, himself. He had never wanted to. Once he had gone to a prostitute, but he had paid her to masturbate while, fully clothed, he looked on. That had been all right, but not nearly as good as his secret spying. The fact that she knew she was being observed had lessened his pleasure.
From his closet, Arthur had seen all sorts of things.
He had seen women giving blow-jobs to their husbands and he had seen husbands eating out their wives pussies. He had seen two episodes of ass-fucking and one delightful sixty-nine. Then one day he had invited two couples for the weekend. He was in high hopes. With both rooms occupied, he figured that he had twice as much chance of seeing some good fucking in detail. He had gone to the closet with a glass of champagne and a cigar and settled down to wait.
He had been surprised when the two women, both young, sexy, juicy creatures, had gone into one of the bedrooms together. He had turned to the other room. The husbands were playing cards, talking and laughing and exchanging winks.
Arthur looked back to the other room. The two young women were making love together.
Lust had filled Arthur. He gulped his champagne, put his cigar down and produced his prick.
He began to jack off.
The girls stroked and petted and kissed for a while.
Then they began to suck each other off.
Arthur had never witnessed that before. His nose was pressed right up against the glass, his hot breath clouding the view. Then, just as the girls began to thrash about in ecstasy, the two husbands had entered the room.
Arthur expected them to be shocked.
Instead, they were delighted.
They stood at the foot of the bed, content to watch while their wives got on with it.
They had known! It had all been prearranged!
They, too, loved to watch!
Watching the watchers, Arthur was consumed by a passion greater than he had ever known before. He was as excited by seeing the excitement on the men's faces as he was by seeing those nimble tongues flashing up those juicy cunts.
He shot a wad against the glass.
His prick was hammering away, clamoring for more, even as he wiped the sticky load up. He came again.
By the time the girls had finished sucking each other off, Arthur had jerked off four times and was still hard.
Then their husbands joined the girls on the bed and Arthur was treated to the wondrous sight of a four-way cluster fuck, a coupling so complicated that he had difficulty telling what part belonged to what person. A man would have needed a map to figure it out.
Arthur whacked off twice more.
At long last, the four fuckers were finished. They turned out the lights and all slept together. Arthur staggered to his own bedroom. In bed, remembering what he had seen, he decided to give himself one more hand-job.
They found him in the morning, dead of a heart attack.
That was why the big house with the special closet came up for sale and why the Bradshaw family, knowing nothing about the mirrors, bought it and moved in.
Chapter Two
Charles Bradshaw had been born with a bit of money and the instincts to make money. At forty years of age, he was able to spend more time on the golf course than in his office and figured that it was time to buy a country home. His wife, Laura, was in full agreement. Laura liked the idea of being a gracious country gentlewoman. She subscribed to Country Life magazine and bought a lot of tweedy clothing. They were a handsome couple. Charles was tall and lean and suntanned. He had a clipped, military-style mustache and dark hair, graying fashionably at the temples. He looked rather like a cavalry officer from the days of the British Empire.
Laura was thirty-six but looked younger. She was slender and willowy. She dieted constantly, eating mainly lettuce, in order to remain thin. She ate a lot of cock, too but there were not many calories in that.
Laura had long, dark hair and she wore it perfectly straight to below the shoulders, as straight as if she had ironed it. She had green eyes and a mouth so sensual that even nibbling on a lettuce leaf seemed an erotic act. Despite the slimness of her torso, her tits were large and she emphasized them by her posture, moving in a gently sway-backed way so that she came at a man tit-first. Her ass was a tightly packed valentine and her hips were mobile and pneumatic. Even in her tweedy country clothing, she was sexy and wearing a low-cut or tight-fitting dress, she was very sexy, indeed.
They were not an inhibited couple.
They had discovered that, and that they were well matched, on their first date, some sixteen years ago.
Charles had taken her to the theater and then to the dinner. When he drove her home she asked if he wanted to come in. She had her own apartment. No sooner were they inside the place than Laura proceeded to open his fly and pull his prick out. Charles was not inexperienced with women, and he was delighted at not having to go to the trouble of seducing her. He sat back to enjoy it. Laura stroked his cock up nice and hard and then went down on him. She showed a rare talent as a cocksucker and, within minutes, Charles was trembling violently.
He came in her mouth.
Laura, weight-conscious even then, delicately spat his spunk out into a lace handkerchief.
"Don't you like to swallow cum?" asked Charles.
"Oh, I love to," she said. "But I'm watching my figure."
The next day, Charles took her to see his doctor. They asked the man what the caloric content of cum was. The doctor, having never been asked that before, didn't know. He looked it up and, to Laura's delight, told them that there were only seventeen calories in the average load of semen. She thanked the doctor heartily. As soon as they left, the doctor found it necessary to call his receptionist in and fuck her on his desk. Laura and Charles went back to her place, where she proceeded to milk his cock and drink every precious drop.
She had never failed to swallow all his cum since that day.
They realized that they were a perfect couple and got married soon afterwards. They had a happy marriage. They did not commit adultery too often, mainly because they fucked so much that neither of them had much desire to play around. The odd time that one of them did slip up and fuck someone else, they were honest about it and admitted the transgression. It was all right. They were liberal and modern and found that a twinge of jealousy was inclined to spice up their sex life, rather than hinder it. They had a daughter.
Amanda was a teenager now. She looked like her mother but, not so weight-conscious, she was softer and had more curves. She was nubile and bouncy.
Amanda was a virgin.
But she saw no benefit in virginity and it was a condition that she intended to alter very soon. It was simply a matter of being with the right man at the right time and in the right place. She thought about it a lot, especially while she was playing with her pussy. She had no particular lover in mind. Any boy would do, as long as he was reasonably presentable and had a big prick.
Amanda had inherited her sexual inclinations from her parents.
She knew that her mother and father fucked a lot. She had often heard their bed squeaking away, and not just at night. They fucked in the morning and the afternoon, as well.
She had never seen them at it, however.
Not yet.
When they moved into the new house, Charles and Laura decided to take one of the upstairs bedrooms for themselves, rather than use the master bedroom in which Arthur Campbell had been found, cock in hand, stiff as a board.
Amanda took the other guest room.
The closet was between them.
They had brought the maid with them.
Bonny was twenty years old and had worked for the Campbells for just over a year. She was a blonde girl, her hair curly under her little maid's cap. Laura insisted that Bonny wear a traditional uniform, a short black dress and a white apron. The outfit suited the girl well. It was molded to her curves in a provocative way. She was cheerful and she bounced and squirmed a lot. She wore stockings and a garter belt, rather than one-piece tights. This was at Charles' insistence. He hated tights, claiming that they made a woman's crotch look like that of a sexless doll.
Often, as Bonny stopped or bent over for one of her maidly tasks, the hem of her short uniform drew up and her black garter straps and black lace panties could be seen. Whether or not this fact had anything to do with Charles' insistence on those garments or not is a matter of conjecture.
Bonny lived in the servant's room downstairs.
They had also taken on a full-time gardener, an eighteen-year-old youth named Robert. Robert lived in the small flat above the garage. He was a randy young fellow who jerked off a lot.
So that group comprised the Bradshaw household when they moved into the big country house.
No one knew about the mirrors yet.
It was Saturday morning.
Robert the gardener had just awakened in his room above the garage and was giving his big prick its first pull of the day. He always jacked off as soon as he awoke, the same way that some men do push-ups and others brush their teeth. Robert was not particularly horny at the moment, but he liked to get the job done. He knew it was advisable to empty his balls before he started gardening so that he was not hindered by a hard-on as he tended the lawns.
He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling and thinking vaguely of hot cunts no cunt in particular, just cunts in general. His fist went up and down lazily for a while, then with more gusto as the friction took effect. He shot a wad of jism high into the air. He watched the creamy jet hang suspended for a moment, then drop back to splatter on his loins.
He wondered, vaguely, if jism would make a good fertilizer for the lawns and gardens.
In the maid's room, Bonny was pulling on her silk stockings. She sat on the edge of her bed as she did so. She was smiling. She liked the feel of the silk as she drew it up her smooth, sleek thighs. It was almost as if she were caressing herself.
She hadn't put her panties on yet.
She fastened the straps of the garter belt to the tops of the stockings. Her hands brushed over her hairy pussy mound. She looked at herself in the mirror, spreading her thighs slightly so that she could see her pink-lipped pussy.
She considered, momentarily, giving herself a hand-job.
She decided not to.
It was just as well to be a little randy as she began her daily duties, just in case some special duty was required.
Chapter Three
In her own bed, Amanda had no such speculations.
Amanda always gave herself a hand-job in the morning, and it never dawned on her not to. She had drawn the sheet down so that she could see her naked body as she stroked and petted herself. She was in no hurry to come. She liked to linger over a leisurely caress, rather than claw herself to a furious orgasm. She rubbed her nipples until they stood up like little rockets ready to blast off, then she started working on her cunt, using only her fingertips, at first doing the preliminary work before she concentrated on coming.
It was just starting to feel very nice when she heard her father go down the hall to the bathroom.
He usually played golf on Saturday mornings, and Amanda supposed he was getting ready to go to the golf club. But a moment later he went back to his bedroom. He hadn't had time to shower and shave. Amanda thought about it and grinned impishly.
She figured that he had gone back to bed for a morning fuck.
The naughty little girl got up and moved to the wall, pressing her ear against it.
She could hear nothing.
In their old house in town, she had always been able to hear the bed groaning under them. She was disappointed. It was fun to finger-fuck herself to the rhythm of her parents' bed. It was the fault of that damned closet, she knew.
She wondered why a closet had been placed between the bedrooms. Then she had another thought. Maybe, from in the closet, she could hear things.
It was worth a try.
She pulled a dressing gown on and moved to the door. She went into the hall and then into the closet. She had only glanced in there, before, and she was surprised when she saw that there was a full-length mirror on both sides of the room. Why on earth would one want two mirrors in a closet?
She looked into one of the mirrors, thinking that it might be nice to gaze at her reflection while she played with her pussy.
There was no reflection.
Amanda might have been a vampire, for all the image she cast on that glass. The girl gasped.
She was looking right through the mirror into her own bedroom. She saw her rumpled bed. Anyone could have been watching her through the glass as she played with herself!
Then she remembered that there was another mirror on the other wall on the side toward her parent's room.
Wildly excited, Amanda turned and looked right through the glass into that bedroom.
Her father was in the bathroom at the moment, brushing his teeth and thinking about the day ahead. Charles enjoyed a game of golf, but there were other things that he enjoyed far more. He would rather sink his prick into a hairy cunt than sink a putt, for instance. This idea had come to him as he was brushing his teeth. It was unexpected. He had intended to shower and shave and then get dressed, but as the toothbrush moved back and forth across his mouth his prick began to rise. Perhaps it had something to do with the back-and-forth rhythm of his hand as he brushed away, as if he were jacking off indirectly.
He took his prick in his hand and eyed it, grinning. It was a large, shapely hunk of cockmeat. Charles was proud of his prick and Laura adored it. The knob was a big, purple, mushroom-shaped slab and the shaft was thick and seamed with dark veins. His balls were bloated.
He tried to recall if he had fucked Laura the night before.
They usually had a fuck or two before they went to sleep, and it seemed strange that he hadn't. But then he remembered that they had had a bit too much brandy after dinner and had fallen asleep before they had a chance to fuck.
No wonder his balls were so full!
It amazed him to realize that he had not emptied his cock since the morning before. Twenty-four hours without coming was a long time for horny Charles. He almost felt a surge of pride at his continence then laughed at the idea.
He gave his prick a slow push-pull.
His fist, rising, rolled the foreskin up against the ledge of his cockhead and, pushing down, caused that knob to flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.
For a moment, Charles wondered if he ought to jerk off. He hadn't masturbated in years not with a wife who had an ever-ready pussy, like Laura. The idea gave him a childish thrill. What a naughty thing for a married man to do, he thought.
He gave his prick another stroke.
But then he thought of Laura's hot pussy, and he decided that it would be a shame to waste a load of jism in the sink.
So Charles went back to the bedroom with his prick sticking out the front of his pajamas and preceding him down the hallway like the prow of a ship.
Laura was still asleep.
Charles took his pajamas off, standing beside the bed. Then he pulled the sheet down so that he could look at her body.
Laura slept naked.
She was on her back, her legs slightly parted. Charles looked at her crotch. Her cunt was moist. He sat down beside her and began to stroke her tits very softly, causing her to stir in her slumber. It was fun touching her while she slept, he thought. He wondered if he could manage to fuck her without waking her up. He doubted it, but he could give it a try. He moved his hand down to her crotch and began to run the tips of his fingers over her clit.
Her clit expanded.
Laura moaned and stirred.
Charles' big prick was standing up like a beacon above his loins, the fat cockknob glowing and starting to throb.
It was quite a sight for Amanda, who was kneeling on the other side of the glass. Her face was right up against it and her hot breath was clouding the surface. She was fascinated. She had never realized that her daddy had such a gigantic prick and she stared at that huge hunk of cockmeat in awe. God, her mother was a lucky woman, Amanda thought. Imagine having that huge prick stuck up your cunt! It was no wonder they fucked a lot.
Amanda hoped that she could find a boyfriend with a cock that big. Or was it too big? Would it fit in her virginal pussy? In her mouth, even? She wasn't sure but she sure would like to have a chance to find out.
She watched her father stroke her mother's cunt.
Laura was still asleep but her pussy was wide awake and wide open. The pink cuntlips had unfurled like the petals of a flower sparkling with dew in the morning sunlight. The slot was flooded with cunt juice and her clit was swollen and throbbing.
Her father was lucky, too, Amanda thought.
It was a splendid pussy, deserving of his big cock.
Amanda cupped her own hot pussy mound in her hand and began to rub herself as she watched.
Laura opened her eyes.
She looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled happily.
"What a lovely way to wake up," she said. She squirmed. Charles continued to stroke her pussy and she reached up to take his cock in her hand. She stroked it, causing the prickhead to expand like a balloon.
"Have you brought me breakfast in bed?" she asked.
She rose up on her elbow and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked lovingly, fairly inhaling the hot cockmeat. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips turned outwards.
Charles moaned. If she wanted to suck cock instead of fucking, it was all right with him.
He knew that Laura often liked to drink some cum first thing in the morning and he was always pleased to supply it.
But he had done too good a job on her cunt this morning.
His fondling had set her crotch alight and, as much as she enjoyed a tasty mouthful of cockmeat and a creamy drink of jism, Laura decided that she had better get fucked.
She slurped away, merrily for a few moments, then drew her lips from his prick and lay back.
Charles raised his eyebrows.
"I'll suck you off later, darling," she promised. "I really do need a cuntful, at the moment."
And that was no hardship for Charles. Amanda was slightly disappointed when she saw her mother remove her mouth from her father's prick. The girl had been wildly excited by the sight and would have dearly loved to watch him shoot a load of spunk into her mouth. But she guessed it would be every bit as thrilling to watch them fuck and now that she had discovered the magic mirrors, she knew that she would have plenty of time to watch them run through all the variations of love and lust.
She had to keep those mirrors secret.
She rubbed her swampy cunt and her breath steamed the glass as she knelt there, intrigued.
Charles bent down and began to suck his wife's tits, pulling up the stiff nipples with his lips and running his tongue fluidly around the tit mounds and up the cleavage. She cradled his face in her hands and arched her slender back, thrusting her tits up to him. His hand was still on her crotch and he slowly slid two fingers up her pussy, his wrist tilting as he finger-fucked her. His thumb massaged her clit. His prick stood out above her belly, quivering. The tip was slippery now as the precum juice began to seep out.
Laura opened her legs wide.
Charles moved between them.
His prick nudged into her crotch. He didn't enter her immediately, just held his cockhead against her open cunt slot. His lips moved up to hers and they kissed passionately. Laura reached down and cupped his balls in her hand, stroking and squeezing gently while he rubbed his prick knob around in her pussy slot and against her cunt. It was driving her wild. She began to thrash about beneath him and her pussy was working like a vacuum pump, trying to suck his prick in.
Charles fed her an inch.
"Oh!" she moaned. "Oooooh!"
He pushed the cockhead in and paused. Her cunt lips clamped around his stalk, pulling, wanting more. His prickshaft stood out like a big, meaty bolt between his balls and her cunt.
"More," she moaned. "Give me more, Charles!"
He pushed another inch up her fuck-hole.
"All of it!" she wailed. "I want all of your prick buried up my cunt, darling!"
Charles gave it to her, slowly, slipping the cockmeat in inch by inch as her cunt sucked on him and her hips rotated and squirmed. Then he was buried to the hilt. His balls were jammed against her crotch and every inch of his long, thick cock was filling her to the brim. Her cunt tightened around him, the soft, wet pussy walls molding themselves to the contours of his cock, gripping and clutching and sucking. She worked her muscles. They tightened in a series of rings that ran up his cockshaft from the root to the bloated head.
He held that full deep penetration for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of having every inch of his prick bedded in her hot cuntflesh and letting her savor the thrill of being stuffed full of hard, throbbing cockmeat. She began to tremble violently. Then he began to fuck her with vigor, drawing out until only his prickknob was up her pussy, then running the whole big cockrod in. He put the prick to her slowly, with underslung strokes, and she met him with equal effort, pushing her cunt up as his cock slid in and grinding her hips as he pulled out.
His hands slid under her ass, cupping her and lifting her loins higher as he plowed in.
Laura threw her thighs around his flanks and hooked her heels behind his knees, riding him from below.
They pounded wildly away, moving faster and faster.
Chapter Four
"Come!" Laura cried. "Come in me, darling I want to feel your hot jism fill my cunt!"
Charles groaned and slammed home, hammering the prickmeat into her as his climax neared the crest. He stiffened. She was still holding his balls and she felt them explode as they sent his cum spurting up his prickshaft and shooting in a creamy jet from his cockhead. She felt the lava of his lust rush into her cunt.
Her pussy melted as he hosed her.
Cunt juice poured out to mingle with his cum as, together, they worked off a simultaneous orgasm.
From behind the mirror, Amanda saw it all. The mirror had been perfectly positioned and, from the angle where she knelt, panting, the naughty teenager could see her father's prick vanish up her mother's cunt, then draw out, coated with cunt juice. She saw her mother's cunt lips suck on him and she saw a river of cunt juice run down the woman's crotch and seep into the crack of her upturned ass. When they came, Amanda almost fainted.
The girl was using both hands on her cunt now.
She was finger-fucking herself with three fingers while she rubbed her turbulent clit with her other hand. She had timed it perfectly she creamed at the same time that her mother and father did, the pussy juice pouring over her hands and running down the insides of her thighs.
Amanda was very glad that she had discovered the mirror.
Amanda figured she was going to be spending a great deal of time in that closet and that she had better make it a bit more comfortable.
She went back to her bedroom and waited for her parents to go downstairs. She gazed at herself, naked, in the mirror and thrilled to the knowledge that, had anyone been standing on the other side of the glass, she would be completely revealed.
She rubbed her pussy, pushing her hips out and tilting her crotch up so she could see her cunt reflected -- and pretended there was a man on the other side of the wall, looking at her. She would have loved to have some horny fellow look at her pretending she didn't know he was watching as she finger-fucked herself.
Presently, Charles and Laura went downstairs.
Amanda fetched a mattress from the storeroom and dragged it into the closet, so that she would be able to stretch out in comfort while she waited for action.
She was worried that her mother or father might discover the magic mirrors and thought that perhaps she could put some curtains up to conceal them, or maybe stack some boxes against them. She would have to give that some thought.
As she stood there, looking through at her parents' empty bed at the cum stains on the sheet she heard a light knock on her own bedroom door. It startled her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to step out into the hall from the closet. Whoever it was might wonder why she had been in the closet and get suspicious. She decided to remain quiet and wait for whoever it was to go away. She heard the door open.
She felt annoyed. She didn't like anyone to enter her bedroom without being invited mainly because she was quite often giving herself a furious hand-job and didn't want to be interrupted. She wondered again who it was, and then it occurred to her that she could find out easily enough, simply by looking through the other mirror.
She turned and looked.
She was surprised.
It was Robert, the gardener.
The Bradshaws were not stuffy people. When Robert was working nearer to the main house than to the garage, he was allowed to use the bathroom in the house, as long as he entered by the rear door and went up the back staircase. Thus, his presence in the house was no surprise.
But why had he gone into her room?
Was he a thief? Amanda wondered. She watched him through the glass. He certainly acted suspicious, she thought. He was blushing and he looked around in a very guilty fashion.
Then she noticed that he had a hard-on.
It pushed out the front of his jeans, and it looked like a whopper, too.
Amanda began to get interested.
Robert moved to her dresser. He looked around again, his eyes bright, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked like the villain in a silent film, she thought. Then he pulled open one of the drawers and looked in. After a moment, he reached in and fumbled around.
He brought out a pair of Amanda's bikini panties.
He held them to his face, inhaling. His tongue came out and lapped at the crotchpiece. His expression was twisted by lust and his cock was thundering away in his tight jeans.
The sight thrilled Amanda. She had not taken much notice of Robert before. Now she saw that he was a good-looking young man with a big prick. She moved closer to the looking glass, beginning to pant.
He opened his fly. His cock sprang out like a coiled spring.
Amanda looked at it. It was not as large as her father's, but it was plenty big and hard as a lump of iron. The cockhead was tapered, rather like one of the spades he used in the garden. He reached in and hauled his balls out, too. They were swollen, obviously full of spunk.
Looking at his prick, Amanda began to feel horny again. Her pussy started to glow like a hot ember between her legs and her mouth began to water. She had never had a cock in her mouth, but she had a pretty good idea that it would be a tasty mouthful. Her mother certainly seemed to enjoy it. And it must be wonderful when a guy came, filling your mouth full of that thick, hot cum. The stuff looked yummy, she thought, remembering how it had come pouring out from her mother's cunt.
Amanda was sorely tempted to return to her bedroom and catch Robert in the act.
Not being stuffy, she had no qualms about blowing a common gardener, and it was obvious that Robert's prick was sadly in need of some sucking or fucking. But the girl was so intrigued by the novelty of the mirror that she decided to simply watch this time.
She stood right up against the glass, her hot nipples brushing it, tits and belly flattening against the surface.
Robert began to jack off.
He was stroking his prick with Amanda's panties. His hips humped as he fucked through his fist. The panties fluttered around his prick in silken caresses. His face contorted so that he looked like a demented animal, teeth bared, eyes slitted. He began, to tremble and shake. Amanda kept her eyes glued to his cock, eagerly awaiting his orgasm. Suddenly, he shuddered violently.
A heavy load of jism erupted in a creamy geyser from the head of his prick. The slippery cum skimmed over the crotch-piece of her panties. He continued to beat his meat furiousiy, pounding it to a pulp, and spurt after spurt of cum streamed out into her undergarment. His cock might not be quite as big as her father's, Amanda thought, but he had every bit as much jism in his balls.
She thought he was never going to stop shooting.
At long last, his prick was emptied.
Looking a bit sheepish, now, the boy wiped his cock and balls clean with her panties. He looked around, probably for a clothes hamper. Finding none, he shrugged.
He put the soaking panties back in the drawer.
Staggering a bit, he left her room.
Amanda waited until he had time to go downstairs.
Her pussy felt as if it might ignite, suddenly bursting into flames. It felt incandescent between her thighs. She moved into the hall and her cunt squished with every step. But she didn't touch herself, yet. There was something that the oversexed teenager wanted to do, first. She went into her room and moved to the dresser. She found the sodden panties among her other undergarments.
The crotch band was covered with quick silvery cum.
Amanda brought them to her face. She pushed her tongue out and licked, tentatively. She paused, savoring her first-ever taste of jism. Then she smiled, discovering that it was succulent. She began to lap away, gathering the stuff up with her tongue and letting it slide around on her tastebuds, then slip down her throat.
If cum tasted that good, secondhand, she could just imagine how delicious it would be if and when she drank it all hot and bubbly out of a big prick. And she fully intended to, very soon. Robert, perhaps it didn't really matter to the cock-hungry girl. The man at the other end of the prick was not important, as long as the prick itself was big and hard and full of spunk.
She tongued her panties clean.
Then she rubbed them around in her soaking pussy, getting them nice and slimy again, thinking that she would rub herself off with them, just as Robert had. After a moment, she brought them back to her mouth. She had a sudden curiosity as to what cunt juice tasted like. She lapped the stuff up, purring like a cat at a bowl of cream.
Cunt juice was surprisingly tasty, she discovered.
She pushed three fingers up her cunt and twisted them about, then brought them to her lips and sucked on them, pretending they were a prick as she slurped her own pussy juice from them. She finger-fucked herself with one hand and fucked into her mouth with the other, then switched. She was truly getting carried away now. She had never been so hot before.
She crossed the room and stood in front of the looking glass, pretending that Robert was on the other side, that they had, changed places. She pushed her crotch out and spread her thighs so that her pussy was reflected in the glass. She began to finger-fuck herself lovingly, watching in the mirror as her fingers pushed in and pulled out and her pink cunt lips sucked on them. She knew that she would be driving the make-believe man behind the mirror wild. She smiled at him through the glass. She wished that he were really there.
Her cunt melted.
Hot juice poured down her thighs. She pushed her crotch right up against the glass, streaking it with cunt juice.
She finger-fucked herself to a lovely and prolonged climax that left her as weak-kneed as Robert by the time the last spasm of ecstasy had subsided.
Smiling happily, Amanda lay down on the bed to rest.
And to wait for her next chance to make use of those wonderful two-way mirrors.
Chapter Five
For the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, nothing else happened nothing to be glimpsed through the glass.
Robert returned to his gardening. He felt rather ashamed of himself; in fact, guilty and also, in retrospect, frightened. Suppose Amanda had walked in and caught him jerking off in her panties? The very thought gave the lad an icy chill.
It was the first time he had dared do a thing like that. He hadn't intended to. When he'd entered the house via the back stairs, he had simply meant to use the bathroom. But finding the upstairs deserted or so he had thought he had been seized by a sudden, overpowering urge to frolic amidst the sexy girl's undergarments. That desire had struck him so hard and fast that he didn't have time to consider the possible consequences. He had simply acted. But as soon as his cock and balls had been emptied, the lad had begun to tremble with fright and had beat a hasty retreat after beating his meat.
He was still blushing as he trimmed the hedges. He told himself that he must never again succumb to such a risky impulse. He figured that, at the very best, he would lose his job at the worst, he would be arrested. He could just imagine himself in court as the facts were revealed, his perversion made public, his disgrace bannered in the newspapers. And afterwards, in prison well, he could just imagine how those hardened, sex-starved convicts would treat a young man convicted of panty rape!
Still it had been fun.
He wished that he had kept the panties.
There would be less danger in a missing pair of panties than in having those panties discovered, full of jism.
And in the privacy of his own room, he could have fucked the frilly things to a frazzle.
Charles arrived at the golf course a bit late that day. He played very well for the first five holes but then his cock began to get hard again, interfering with his stroke. That massive lever threw him off balance and caused him to hook and slice. His left forearm, held properly straight, tended to bump into his prick painfully, as well. Charles gave up after nine holes. He went to the clubhouse to change but found several men already there. It was too embarrassing to strip down when he had a big boner.
He drove home in his golfing clothes.
He was eager to screw his wife.
But when he got home, Laura was out.
Laura, not expecting her husband to be home so soon, had gone to the tennis club. She enjoyed playing tennis. For one thing, the activity burned up a lot of calories. The more energy she expended, the more lettuce she could eat and the more cum she could drink without gaining weight. She also enjoyed the game because she knew that she looked very sexy in her short white skin, her panties flashing as she made a stroke, her tits bobbing nicely.
She loved the way the tennis pro looked at her, as well. He was a virile, handsome young man and Laura had considered having an affair with him. She supposed that someday she would, that it would just happen. She would tell her husband about it, of course.
That was one of the nicest things about cheating on Charles.
When he found out, he got so horny that he gave her plenty of prick, a series of wonderfucks that left her limp.
She could have had a wonder-fuck that afternoon, in fact, when Charles came home from the golf club, his cock thundering away. But Laura was not home.
Bonny, who had not masturbated that morning and whose sweet pussy had been gently simmering away all day, was dusting in the bedroom, her nubile, bouncy body jiggling as she did so.
Amanda was watching her through the glass.
When Amanda had heard Bonny go into the other bedroom, she hadn't known who it was. Had she known, she might not have bothered to sneak into the closet, for she had no particular urge to watch the maid do the dusting. But the horny teenager had thought it might be Robert, that the lad had come up to jerk off in Laura's panties, perhaps. So into the closet she went.
When she realized it was only the maid, she was disappointed.
She almost returned to her room.
But the secret glass was such a novelty, such a new toy for her, that she enjoyed watching even the most prosaic activities. There was a dark thrill involved in observing people who did not know that they were being watched. So she stayed. Her interest wasn't exactly sexual -- how could it be, under the circumstances? -- and yet it did give her an erotic feeling, spying on the maid.
As Bonny stooped and bent, her short skirt rode up so that Amanda could see the dark web of her garter belt straps and her tiny black panties. It was a provocative sight. Her smooth thighs seemed to be framed within those straps, above those silk stockings framed just as if they were a picture to be admired. Amanda noticed how lovely the maid's body really was. Her nubile loins seemed to be loaded into the garter belt like a juicy missile in a slingshot, ready to fly out at any moment.
Amanda got truly interested.
She wondered why? She certainly had no lesbian tendencies why should the sight of a sexy girl excite her? It puzzled Amanda somewhat, but it didn't worry her at all. She supposed that it was normal to be interested in another girl's body, to compare it with her own and to imagine what it would be like to watch the girl getting fucked.
Was it exciting enough to masturbate?
Amanda cupped her crotch, just to see how hot it was.
It was moderately hot and quite juicy.
But she hesitated. She wasn't sure that she wanted to waste an orgasm on the maid, when there was still the possibility of watching her mother and father fuck again.
Then in came her, father.
Charles, finding that his wife was not at home, was in a bad mood. He wasn't angry or annoyed, but he had really been looking forward to getting his rocks off and now that he had to wait he felt frustrated. So when he entered the bedroom, he banged the door.
Bonny was dusting his golfing trophy.
The sound startled her.
She dropped the trophy.
"Oh! You startled me," she said.
Charles looked aghast.
Bonny bent down to retrieve the trophy and as she did so her skirt rode up, revealing her black-clad bottom.
Charles began to grin. His prick was standing up like a proud trophy, itself... a trophy badly in need of a good polish.
"Young lady, you must be more careful," he said.
"I'm sorry," Bonny said. "It's not damaged."
"But still it might have been." Bonny lowered her eyes contritely. "I'm a naughty girl," she said. But she was smiling.
Amanda could see that the maid was smiling. She wondered why. She could sense overtones between the maid and her daddy. She moved closer to the glass.
Charles moved closer to Bonny.
She stood, head bowed, eyes lowered demurely yet with that secret smile on her mouth.
"Yes," said Charles. "You are naughty. Very, very naughty. I think I shall have to punish you."
"Oh, please, sir!" Bonny squealed.
"Yes, indeed," Charles said.
"Yes, I deserve to be punished," Bonny agreed.
She placed the trophy on the dresser, turning from the hips, squirming inside her uniform. Why was she squirming? Amanda wondered. Was it fear of punishment? Amanda was getting very interested, indeed, in this unexpected encounter.
Charles sat on the edge of the bed.
Bonny moved to him. Her pretty face was flushed. Charles patted his knee. Bonny lifted her skirt above the waist and bent over across his lap, her ass thrusting up. His hard-on carved into her soft belly and she squirmed on it.
Charles began to spank her.
His hand rose and fell on her bottom, not hard at all.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she wailed, each time he spanked her.
Her black bikini panties were very tiny. They had drawn up into the crack of her ass, exposing her asscheeks. Those plump, firm mounds jiggled as Charles slapped them lightly. They reddened just a bit.
"Let that be a lesson to you," he said.
"Yes, master."
"But what is this?" he asked, feigning surprise.
His hand had slipped down into her crotch from behind.
"Why your panties are soaking wet!"
"I'm afraid so," Bonny said.
"You'd better take them off, then."
Bonny slid from his lap. Standing before him, she tugged the panties down. She held her skirt up and pushed her belly out towards Charles. Her crotch was framed in the garter belt. She had the bushiest cunt that Amanda had ever seen. Her pubic hair was blonde and curly like a wild pelt covering her pussy mound. The big hairy wedge extended almost to her hipbones at the edges and a line of curly blonde hair ran up to her navel. She parted her thighs. Her cunt was wide open and sopping wet, running like a river through a sunlit forest.
Charles began to rub and pet her pussy.
She swayed before him, working her crotch around on his hand.
They were both panting now. Bonny gurgled with passion. She pushed her belly out farther.
Charles leaned in and ran his tongue up her flooded pussy gash. He lapped at her clit. Cunt juice ran in creamy ribbons down the smooth insides of her thighs. He lapped and licked for a while, then drew back, his mouth slippery with her cunt nectar.
Bonny removed her dress.
It was obvious to Amanda that they had done this before.
Naked but for her silk stockings and garter belt, Bonny knelt before him and began to open his pants. His prick jumped out, hard as a rock, the knob steaming. She drew his pants down and over his feet. She took his shoes off. Her plump tits bobbed and swayed over him, the nipples brushing against the head of his cock. The tip of his prick was already weeping; it laid a trickle of jism on her tits.
The maid took his cock in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat. Even with both of her fists folded around his cocklance, a few inches jutted out free. Bonny began to lave his prick-knob with her tongue, then took it into her mouth and sucked adoringly on the meaty wedge. A thick trickle of cum ran onto her tastebuds and she purred.
After a few moments, Bonny drew her lips away and crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees.
Charles turned and knelt behind her.
He fitted the head of his prick to her pussy slot, moving it around, churning the creamy slit.
"Ummm," she sighed.
She arched her back, lowering her face to the bed so that her juicy ass was at the apex of her position. Her thighs were spread. Her loins vibrated within her garter belt. A dreamy smile curled her lips and her eyes narrowed, cat-like, contented.
Charles fed his cock into her pussy from behind.
Holding her by the hips, he began to plow in. His bloated balls slapped against her belly and his belly slapped onto her ass. Bonny ground her pelvis against him, pushing back as he slammed in, swirling as he withdrew. Her ass danced from side to side and her hips worked like soft pistons. Her hairy cunt flew about as if she were using it to dust his belly and thighs, and her fuck-hole sucked and dragged on his prick as it raged in.
Reaching back between her thighs, she got a handful of swollen balls, pulling his prick into her cunt even deeper.
Charles began to groan.
His ass was fairly flying in and out. He was plowing his hot cockhead to her in a frenzy. Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as he plunged in, filling her cunt to the brim. He threw his head and shoulders back. His face was savage with passion.
Growling and moaning, he poured his cum into her clasping cunt.
The hot juice acted like a catalyst in her loins. The moment she felt it squirt up her, her pussy melted in a wild climax, her cunt juice pouring out as abundantly as his cum. They thrashed together in animal lust, milking each other to the dregs.
Charles stopped moving, drained.
Bonny's hips twitched as she milked out the last spasm of her juicy orgasm on his prick. Her face was on the pillow. She was smiling with rapture. Charles pulled his cock out and her cunt flooded with their combined nectar. His prick swayed up and down. Coated with cunt juice, it glistened.
Amanda was so fascinated by the sight that she had even forgotten to finger-fuck herself!
Behind the secret looking glass, the girl sat cross-legged on the mattress, staring into the bedroom in wonderment and awe. Her pussy was steaming but she ignored it, so intrigued was she by the visual thrill.
She hoped they would do it again.
She didn't want to come yet, herself. She wanted to watch them fuck again, to save her own climax for later, as she remembered what she had seen. But her pussy was so hot that it was threatening to cream all on its own, untouched.
Then the bedroom door opened.
Laura stood there, staring at the naked couple on the bed.
Amanda was horrified.
What would happen now? Would this mean a divorce? Was she to become the product of a broken home? She stared at her mother, trying to fathom the woman's reactions. Laura stood just inside the door, still wearing her sexy tennis outfit. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Her face was blank.
Charles looked sheepish.
Bonny hid her head in the pillow.
"So, you've been at the maid again, Charles," Laura said.
"I'm afraid so," Charles admitted. "I think I had better have a word with this naughty young lady," Laura said, sternly.
"Of course, dear," Charles said, meekly. He jumped up and moved to the closet.
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Laura, grinning, said, "There, you naughty girl I hope that's taught you a lesson."
Bonny smiled shyly, demurely.
"Yes, Ma'am," she said. "I know that whenever I'm naughty and let your husband fuck me, I have to let you suck me off, too."
"Quite right," said Laura.
Laura was still fully clothed in her tennis outfit.
Bonny looked speculatively at the sexy woman.
Bonny said, "If you wanted me to suck you off, Ma'am I sure wouldn't mind it."
Laura hesitated for a moment.
The prospect was hot without charm.
But then she shook her head. Cunt-sucking was a treat, but for her own orgasm, she wanted prick.
"No, I think not," she said. "You may go now and send Charles up to me, if you will."
Bonny got dressed. Laura sat on the bed, admiring the girl's body as it was covered by her uniform. Bonny went out and Laura waited for Charles to fetch his big prick back to her.
Charles would know, of course, that she had been sucking Bonny off, and his cock would be big and hard again.
But then she frowned.
The trouble was that Charles would enjoy fucking her as much as she enjoyed getting fucked. The man was not being properly punished for his infidelity.
She really ought to fuck another man. Thinking about that, she began to pace about the room. She thought that maybe she would fuck the tennis pro. But the tennis pro was not there at the moment, and she was desperate for some prick. She paused by the window.
Out in the yard, she could see young Robert, busily trimming the hedges behind the house.
A wicked gleam came into Laura's eyes Charles came in, still wearing the bathrobe and his cock was sticking out the front of it. "You wanted me?" he said, significantly. "I think you should be here," she said. That puzzled Charles. He raised his eyebrows.
"I really think the punishment will be more effective, if you're here to watch," Laura said. "Oh? I assumed you had already punished Bonny."
"Oh, yes I sucked her off," said Laura. "But now I'm going to have to punish you, Charles."
"Oh?" he said.
He had no idea what she meant. He thought that maybe she was going to make him suck her off without returning the favor. That was the only thing he could think of.
Then Laura rapped on the window.
Robert looked up from the hedge.
Laura motioned for him to come in.
She turned back to Charles.
"I'm going to fuck the gardener, dear," she said, sweetly. "And you are going to watch."
Chapter Six
Robert was filled with trepidation.
Why had Mrs. Bradshaw summoned him? The only thing he could think of was that the cum-soaked panties had been discovered and they were going to accuse him. He was terrified. He was so worried that, for once, he didn't even have a hard-on.
Robert was in for a big surprise.
Charles gasped at his wife.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Perfectly."
"The gardener?"
"He's a handsome young boy no doubt full of lovely cum."
Charles thought about it.
Charles had never watched his wife fuck someone else. The more he thought about it and the more he got used to the idea, the more exciting it became. He began to smile.
"Yes, darling," he said. "It will serve me right."
Meanwhile, Amanda sat crosslegged on the mattress, a pool of cunt juice spreading from her crotch, her nipples so stiff that they ached.
What sort of family have I got? she wondered.
How depraved can people be?
She didn't know. But seated there behind the magic glass, she knew that she was going to find out. She was eager for the sight.
Amanda heard Robert knock timidly on the door.
Charles looked at Laura, she nodded, that wicked look in her eye. Charles moved to the door and opened it.
Robert was standing there like an unhappy serf, cap in hand, shuffling his feet nervously about, feeling certain that they had called him for recrimination over the cum-filled panties and cursing the whim that had led him to such a depraved act.
Charles looked the lad over for a moment, not as a gardener, but as a lover for Laura. The boy was handsome enough, he thought. He wondered if he had a big prick. If he was going to have to watch his wife fuck another man, he hoped that at least he would have the pleasure of seeing a fat cock pumping into her pussy. That would make it more interesting, and he figured he might as well enjoy it. He rather hoped that she would enjoy it, too. He wanted to watch her come.
"Come in, dear boy," he said.
Robert crossed the threshold, head down, afraid to look anyone in the eye. He glanced around and saw no signs of the soaking panties that he dreaded might be exhibited as evidence.
Charles glanced at Laura, raising his eyebrows.
He was curious as to how she would go about seducing the young man, especially with him in the same room.
But clever Laura had already worked that out.
She said, "Robert, I want to ask your expert opinion."
Robert was bemused.
"Gee, I'm not expert on anything except gardening," he said.
"Precisely it's a matter of trimming a bush."
Robert began to relax.
His fears had been unfounded! He was filled with relief.
"Yes, Ma'am?" he said.
"My husband and I are not in agreement and we have decided to go along with whatever you say, Robert."
"What bush is it, Ma'am?" he asked. "This bush, Robert," said Laura.
And she lifted her skirt!
Robert's eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped open. Laura's panties were tiny and sheer. He could see the outline of the bush in question and he could also see a few wisps of pussy hair curling out at either side of her crotch.
Robert shot a quick, fearful glance at Charles.
Charles nodded approvingly.
"My husband claims it's too bushy and needs to be trimmed," said Laura, "but I believe it to be quite attractive."
"I-I, gee, I..." Robert stammered.
"Can you see the outline clearly enough? Maybe I'd better take my panties off," Laura said.
She squirmed out of them.
"Come closer, Robert have a good, long look."
She had dropped her panties on the floor. Robert could not fail to notice that the crotchband was almost as creamy as those that he had shot his wad into. Laura's pussy had become very juicy while she was eating Bonny's cunt out.
And her cunt was still juicy.
Robert stared at her pussy mound. She tilted her belly up, letting him look right at her wet cunt. His expert opinion was that her bush needed no trimming at all but that it badly needed to be plowed. To his horror, his prick began to grow big and hard. He glanced at Charles again. But Charles looked on without malice. Robert began to see that he was in a very unusual situation.
"It looks perfect," he said. "I won't say that it needs any trimming, Mrs. Bradshaw."
She smiled.
"Thank you, Robert," she said.
He wondered if he was being dismissed.
But then she said, "It is a bit wild, though, I must admit. Do you think it should be brushed? And it is frightfully wet maybe I should have it drained or plumbed."
Dumfounded, the lad was speechless. Jumping like a bucking bronco, his prick thundered around in the front of his pants.
Laura smiled charmingly.
"Oh," she said, "I see you brought your tools with you."
She sat on the edge of the bed, her skirt still raised above her waist. She drew one knee up.
Robert looked at Charles again.
"I think, young man, that there is some gardening to be done," said Laura's husband.
Robert felt as if he were dreaming. A sense of unreality swept over him. Charles had sat down in a chair, his legs crossed, looking on with interest. Laura motioned to the lad.
He moved toward the bed as if in slow motion. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Certainly not with her husband right there. Could it be that she really wanted him to brush her pussy, nothing more? Was this some gardener's duty about which he knew nothing? She patted the bed beside her, and Robert sat down. She took his hand.
She drew it to her crotch.
Robert began to stroke her pussy hair.
"Ummmm that's nice," she sighed.
Her legs closed around his hand, then parted wide again. She took his wrist and moved his hand lower, onto her clit.
"Rub me, Robert, you lovely boy," she purred.
Robert hoed and raked with his fingers. He plowed along her open furrow. He shoveled his hand in. But this was no formal garden; it was a dark, wild forest surrounding a flooding stream. The more he tended it, the wilder it became. He sat beside her, leaning over as he watched his hand caress her and watched her pussy respond to his attentions.
Her cunt lips peeled back as if that hot box were trying to turn itself inside out. The darker, inner flesh was streaked with cream. Her clit was vibrant. She shuddered each time he touched that electric button.
She had thrown her head and shoulders back and was looking down at the boy from under lowered lashes. It had been a long time since Laura had had a boy this young and she was truly enjoying it. She loved the way his face looked, the disbelief first, then the awe and the pure passion. Seducing young boys was nice.
It was especially nice when her husband was sitting across the room, watching.
Charles' interest was evident.
He had uncrossed his legs and was leaning forward in the chair, staring with fascination.
His prick towered out from the folds of his bathrobe, so big that, as he leaned forward, his bloated knob almost brushed him under the chin. Charles might well have been sighting over his cock-knob as if it were a surveyors tool or a gunsight. A sheen of perspiration gleamed on his forehead and his tongue licked at the corner of his mouth. He was breathing hard.
Laura raised her gaze to Charles.
He smiled at her, letting her know that he was more than willing to go along with the game.
From time to time Robert also glanced towards the tolerant husband with a worried, questioning look. But it was all right; he could see that. Charles actually seemed to be enjoying this scene. Robert, naive lad that he was, could not for the life of him figure out why a man would let his wife be caressed by someone else. It was certainly apparent that Charles was not impotent, unable to do the job himself, because the man had a prick like an oak tree.
Well, thought Robert, rich folk are different from common folk, no doubt of that.
He fed three fingers up Laura's cunt slot.
Her talented pussy pulled on them.
She said, "Robert I want to take your cock out."
Robert groaned. He hadn't dared hope for that. He had supposed he would be expected to give her a hand-job, at the most. Now he realized that the possibilities were endless.
Laura unbuckled his belt.
She unsnapped his jeans and then began to draw the zipper down. She pulled it down a few inches, then drew it back up, repeating the movement, but going a bit lower with each tug. At last, she had the zipper all the way down and the flaps of his pants opened in a wide v. His cock was trapped inside his white shorts, dragging them up in a tent. It was throbbing and writhing, sheathed in white like the ghost of a dead cock rattling chains of lust. She fingered his prick through his shorts, working her thumb against the ultrasensitive spot where the thick cockshaft merged into the flaring knob. She cupped his cum-packed balls. Then she dragged the elastic band of his shorts out from his belly and drew them down, tucking them under his balls so that all of his sex equipment was bared. She gazed approvingly at his stout young prick. It was not as big as her husband's, but it was bigger than your run-of-the-mill cock. The pricktip was tapered, well designed for wedging itself into tight cunts.
She began to stroke his cock.
Charles gave a little gasp. It was more thrilling to watch his wife fondle a prick than it had been to watch her be fondled. Charles was very pleased that his wife had decided to punish him in this exquisite fashion. He watched her hand skim up and down. He gave his own pricklance a few strokes.
The tip of Robert's cock oozed quicksilvery juice.
Laura stopped stroking him, afraid that he might go off in her hand and not wanting to waste his load that way.
She drew the lad back and down. He lay across the bed, his prickshaft towering straight up. Laura leaned over him. She glanced at Charles. She licked her lips.
Charles nodded eagerly.
Laura bent down and began to tongue the head of the gardener's cock. She ran her tongue all over that slab of prickmeat, then took the cockhead into her mouth and sucked.
Charles groaned in agony and lust.
He moved from the chair and knelt right beside the bed so that he could get a close-up, so that he would miss none of the juicy details. He watched his wife's lips pull on the purple prickhead and saw her tongue flared against the underside. He saw a trickle of pre-cum run onto her tongue. Laura whimpered and swallowed the hot fuck juice.
Pulling her lips free, Laura turned towards Charles and opened her mouth so that he could see the boy's cum coating her tongue. Charles staggered on his knees, swaying, dazed by the sight.
The half-crazed look on her husband's face excited Laura every bit as much as the gardener's prick.
It was time to get fucked.
She threw one knee across the lad's lean flanks, straddling him. She guided his prick to her crotch, rubbing the pointed cockhead around in the flooded gash. Then she began to work her cunt downover it. Her thighs tensed and her ass pushed down as she fed the prickmeat into her pussy inch by inch. Robert was moaning and Charles was panting like a locomotive, a carnal engine fueled by passion and lubricated by jism. He watched his wife's cunt work itself down the boy's cockrod until every inch of that big fuck tool was stuck up her and her cunt lips were plastered to Robert's belly like a suction cup.
She stayed there for a moment, enjoying the full penetration. She turned her hips, rolling her cunt around on the boy's pricklance while it was buried to the hilt.
Then she began to ride him.
Her ass rose, paused, then fell. She went up and down slowly, steadily. Her big tits swayed, her belly heaved. She gazed down at the boy, loving the look of lust on his face, then glanced over her shoulder at her husband, loving his expression even more.
Charles was leaning right in close, his chin on the edge of the bed. He saw the lad's fat prick emerge, slippery with cunt juice. He watched the cock fuck up Laura as she settled down over it. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy onto Robert's swollen balls. The dark, fat vein pulsed up the underside of his cockstalk. His prick as swollen. He was not going to last very long, Charles knew he was going to fill Laura's cunt with jism at any moment.
As she humped, the cheeks of her ass parted.
Charles, wild with desire, leaned in and began to tongue her taut asshole, rimming right up into her. But then he withdrew again, more interested in watching her get stuffed than in joining in, himself for the moment.
Robert began to whimper.
"Come," Laura whispered, her voice husky. "Come in me, Robert fill my cunt with cum!"
Robert thrust up from the bed as she lowered her pussy onto him. His prick went in to the hilt and erupted. Laura wailed with joy as she felt the hot geyser gush into her loins. Her ass and hips flew up and down as she milked his prick with her cunt.
Robert poured load after load into her pussy.
At last, he lay still.
Laura humped for a few moments longer, to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls. Then she lifted herself from him. His prick slipped free.
Laura turned, facing Charles, her legs spread wide. Cum was pouring out from her pussy and running down into the crack of her ass. She knew that Charles would love to see that. She spread her pussy wide open with her fingers so that her husband could look right up her cum-filled fuckhole.
It drove Charles wild.
He gave a cry and moved in, burying his face between his wife's smooth thighs and began to suck greedily on her flooded cunt. His tongue ran up her fuckhole and his lips worked lovingly on her pussy lips. Watching a cock go up her, seeing her cunt filled with another man's cum. Charles had become hornier than he had ever been before.
He started to move up, ready for a fuck, himself.
But Laura gently pushed him back.
A wicked look came over her face.
"Robert still has a hard-on, darling," she said.
Charles looked to the side. The boy was flat on his back, panting, and his pricklance, despite his tremendous ejaculation, was still standing high and hard.
Charles would have to wait...
Amanda had creamed in the closet, just watching.
She hadn't touched herself at all. Her pussy had creamed of its own accord and the thrill had run through her in a tremendous shock wave. But so great was the stunning stimulation of watching her mother fuck the gardener that no sooner had she come than her pussy began to simmer all over again. She wanted to see more.
Both Robert and Charles had hard-ons and Amanda wanted to see them emptied again. And from the look in Laura's eyes, she figured that was a certainty.
Elsewhere in the house, Bonny the maid was wishing that she were in the bedroom with Charles and Laura. She had no idea that Robert was there, too. She supposed that they were enjoying a wonderful fuck now, as they thought about perhaps talked about what they had both done to her.
Bonny had come when Charles fucked her and she had come when Laura sucked her off, but she was a randy girl and the two orgasms had not been enough. Now those, lucky Bradshaws were coming again, and she was left with her work.
She much preferred mopping Laura's face with her pussy to mopping the floors, polishing Charles' prick to polishing the silver. But they had not invited her to join in a threesome and there was nothing that she could do about it. It was a shame, though. Bonny would have loved to go to bed with both of them at the same time. She would have liked to have Charles fuck her, from the back while Laura sucked her cunt at the same time.
She came down the hallway, passing the bedroom door.
She heard them panting.
Wow! They must be fucking up a storm, she thought. It sounds like more than two people panting away in there.
She moved on, knowing that it would only add to her frustration if she were to listen to the sounds of lust. She went on past the closet, then paused.
She heard panting in the closet, too. What on earth? Puzzled and curious, Bonny stepped back to the closet door and listened. Yes, there was definitely a sound of heavy breathing from behind that door. Who could it be? Had Robert the gardener sneaked in there to beat his meat, perhaps? That was an interesting thought. Bonny had never fucked Robert, but he wasn't a bad-looking fellow and she would have hated to have him waste a load of spunk on his own hand. She decided to investigate.
She opened the closet door.
Amanda, naked on the mattress, looked up, startled.
Bonny was equally startled by the sight of the girl, her crotch foamy with cunt juice.
They stared at each other.
"Errr excuse me, Miss Amanda!" Bonny said.
Amanda started to smile.
"Maybe you'd better come in," she said. Bonny, not at all sure what was going on here, stepped into the closet. She closed the door.
Then she saw the mirrors...
Chapter Seven
"Good heavens!" Bonny gasped.
She looked through the glass into the Bradshaws' bedroom. She was startled by the fact of the secret mirrors' existence, and equally startled to see that Robert the gardener was in bed with Charles and Laura. But they were not doing anything at the moment. Charles had drawn back after munching Laura's well fucked cunt and Laura had not yet moved toward Robert.
"You naughty girl! You shouldn't be spying on your mother and father!" Bonny said.
Amanda gave her a strange look.
A terrible thought occurred to the maid.
"Errr how long have you been here?" she asked.
"Quite some time," Amanda said. "You didn't see, errr..."
Amanda smiled sweetly. "Yep," she said.
"Oh, dear."
"I saw Daddy fuck you, Bonny."
Bonny still thought of Amanda as an innocent young girl. She had failed to notice how much Amanda had matured in the last year or so.
"Whatever must you think of me?" Bonny said.
Amanda shrugged, "I know what Mom thinks of you," she said.
"You saw that, too!" wailed the maid.
That was even worse. Heterosexual fucking was one thing, but for the girl to see her mother sucking pussy what a shock it must have been! Bonny was tremendously embarrassed. But then it dawned on her that perhaps it had not been a shock after all, or at least not an unwelcome shock. Amanda had been spying. She had obviously wanted to see something. Nor had she stopped looking after she saw Charles fuck Bonny she'd stayed for the second round and she was still here, waiting for more. Bonny looked down at Amanda. She saw how wet her cunt was, how her nipples stood out like bullets.
Amanda said, "Mom really loves to suck your cunt, huh?"
"I guess so," Bonny said.
"It looked like fun."
"Aren't you shocked?" Bonny asked.
"Oh, I was surprised. I never knew that Mom and Dad were both having you. But I don't mind, Bonny."
Why, you little imp, thought Bonny. I'll just bet you don't.
Amanda said, "Mom just screwed Robert, you know. She got on top of him and bounced up and down on his prick. And Daddy sucked her cunt, afterwards."
"She's lucky, having two men at once," Bonny said, wistfully.
On the other side of the glass, Laura moved. "Oh, let's watch!" Amanda squealed.
That seemed an excellent idea to Bonny. She grinned and sat down on the mattress beside Amanda. They both stared through the glass as activity resumed in the bedroom.
Laura rolled onto her side and reached out, taking Robert's prick in her hand. Robert didn't move, but his cock ballooned. Laura looked at Charles as she stroked Robert.
"He has a lovely cock," she said. Charles watched her hand skim it. "It felt so nice in my cunt and before, when I took his cock in my mouth," Laura whispered. "Maybe I should take his prick in my mouth again. Shall I, darling?"
"Yes," Charles rasped. "Shall I blow Robert, darling? Shall I suck him off and drink his delicious jism while you watch?"
Charles nodded. His vocal cords were as taut as his prick, and he couldn't get the word out. He nodded again. He had an idea that watching his wife take it in the mouth would be even more thrilling than watching her get fucked in the cunt.
Robert, who had never had a blow-job, began to whimper.
Laura leaned over him. Her dark hair swept over his loins as she tossed her head. She pursed her lips and blew her hot breath down onto the head of his cock. It was just as if she had used a bellows on a fire. The big meaty slab began to glow with heat. She blew again. His prickknob expanded like a lung inhaling. She hadn't touched him yet.
Charles moved onto the bed, looking down over his wife's shoulder and past her cheek, wanting to see it all from as close as possible. Laura was licking her lips in anticipation.
"Oh! My mouth is watering for his prick," Laura purred, for her husband's benefit.
Charles placed his hand behind Laura's head and gently urged her to go down.
"Drooling for it," she sighed.
Her head dipped down, but she didn't take his cock in her mouth. She turned aside at the last moment, so that his prickhead skimmed across her cheek. She held the fat cockknob against the side of her face as she began to lick his swollen balls. Her tongue swept over them. She felt his hard nuts shift inside the hairy sac. Charles groaned, watching her tongue glide to and fro, as if she were paying homage to those containers that were going to feed her a load of thick cum.
She began to lick her way up the boy's cockstalk then, her tongue flicking back and forth across the fat ventral vein, then longstroking from balls to crown. Saliva glistened on his prickshaft. A thick drop of cum oozed from his cockhead and ran sluggishly down onto his stalk. Charles and Laura watched it slide down. She waited until the creamy nugget was halfway down his cockrod, then she pushed her tongue out and gathered it up. She let it slip around on her tastebuds.
"Ummm -- yummy," she purred.
She stuck her tongue out so that her husband could see the boy's jism on it.
"I'm going to love drinking his cum," she said.
"Do it!" Charles wailed.
Laura turned her face down again. She kissed the tip of Robert's prick, lightly at first, then her lips began to part. Very slowly, she pushed her mouth down over the head of his cock. Her lips compressed around his cockhead, just behind the knob, and she began to suck lovingly on the meaty mouthful. She held his cocklance at the hilt but her hand didn't move. She was going to do it all with just her mouth. She reached out and took her husband's cock in her free hand, frigging it slowly but not trying to jerk him off she knew that she would have a better use for Charles' cum after she'd milked Robert dry.
She began to bob her head up and down, tilting it at the same time, so that his cockshaft corkscrewed into her mouth. She used her mouth like a cunt, her tongue like a clit, her saliva like cunt juice. She bobbed farther down, taking almost all of the boy's big pricklance in, then slowly dragging her mouth back up to the cockhead. She paused, half of his hot knob in her mouth, her lips working on his prickmeat. She bobbed down again. She began to take him with a steady rhythm, his cockhead lodging in her gullet, her nose nestling in his pubic hair and her chin brushing his balls as she went all the way down.
Laura was starting to love it.
Her eyes crossed as she looked inwards at the big prick that was filling her mouth, then she looked sideways to see the intense expression that was twisting her husband's face into a mask of lust. She had started sucking Robert for Charles' benefit, knowing how greatly the sight would excite him, but now she was really enjoying it.
There were a few things that Laura loved more than a mouthful of hot cock. She loved to pull the cum out of a man's cock and balls with her mouth, but she was in no hurry to make Robert shoot. Getting a creamy mouthful was the best part of blowing a man, certainly, but Laura liked to enjoy a nice long taste of cockmeat before she got the hot dessert.
"Unghhhh," she gurgled, as the boy's swollen prickhead lodged in her throat. Then her lips pulled back up.
Her saliva poured down his prickshaft as her lips drew up to the crown. His cockhead was flowing steadily now and the milky fluids ran down with her saliva along his cockshaft. Her mouth went down again, slurping the hot stuff up again.
Charles' eyes, were as big as platters.
He was panting like a dog, mouth hanging open.
Laura was slowly stroking his cock, but he was scarcely aware of it. He was concentrating on watching her with such intensity that his prick had gone numb.
"Suck him, baby milk his prick make him come," he rasped. "Oh, baby drink his jism!"
She was slurping hungrily, sucking ravenously on the boy's swollen prickmeat.
"I want it," she gasped, the words muffled around a mouthful of cock. "I want to drink his cum!"
Her cheeks drew in hollow as she sucked hard, fairly inhaling his prick, trying to take it all. Her tongue folded into a moist pink carpet over which his knob and cockshaft slid as it surged into her mouth. Laura was wild with lust now. She had sucked a lot of cocks in her life, and she had never sucked a cock she didn't enjoy. But she had never before sucked a prick while her husband looked over her shoulder, and the bizarre situation was driving Laura to new depths of passion, new heights of desire. Her eyes kept darting sideways, looking into her husband's face, adding to the thrill.
Suddenly, her mouth was full of cum.
Robert's prick had exploded violently.
The hot lava splashed in the back of her mouth with such force that her head was lifted on the jet. She gulped his cum down furiously. Her mouth opened wide and she went down again, as he shot a second mighty spurt from his prick.
She swallowed every drop.
Then she used her tongue to lap up a few stray nuggets of spunk that had run down onto his balls.
"Ummm," she purred, as she lapped away.
Suddenly she felt Charles' cock surge.
She spun away front Robert's loins and slipped her mouth over the head of her husband's cock, just in time to take his steaming load as it came boiling over her tongue.
The cum-hungry woman sucked Charles dry.
She lay back between them, smiling contentedly, her belly full of suculent spunk. She held a cock in each hand. Both of those big pricks had softened and diminished a bit, but as she stroked them they both showed signs that they would soon be full of renewed vigor.
She eagerly awaited the next round.
So did the spectators.
Chapter Eight
Amanda and Bonny had watched with the keenest interest.
Bonny had her uniform on but, by the nature of the short garment, it had drawn up when she sat, so that her black panties were exposed. Amanda glanced toward the maid's crotch once in a while, remembering how her mother had eaten it out so hungrily. The girl wondered if her mother liked cunt better than cock. But it was no doubt a mute point, she reasoned. It was the same, say, as liking steak and ice cream one did not preclude the other.
There had been no mistaking the pleasure that Laura had taken in gobbling that juicy pussy, nor was there any now as she merrily sucked away on Robert's tasty prick.
The sight was making Amanda drool. She stared through the glass just like a hungry child at the window of a candy store. She began rubbing her pussy.
After a moment, Bonny reached over and took her by the wrist, drawing the girl's hand away from her pussy. Bonny replaced it with her own hand. Not looking at Amanda, her attention concentrated on the bedroom, Bonny began to finger-fuck the teenage nymph.
"Ooooooh that feels nice," Amanda purred.
Bonny fingered her cunt slowly and steadily. Smiling, Amanda reached across and cupped Bonny's hot crotch, rubbing her through her panties. They moved closer together, hips brushing as they sat side by side. Amanda slipped her hand inside Bonny's panties and rubbed her bare cunt. That hot pussy squished and steamed. It was fun to touch another girl's cunt, Amanda thought. There was something really exciting about it. And it felt awfully nice to have the other girl finger-fucking her, as well lots nicer than it did when she had to use her own hand.
She was very glad that Bonny had joined her in the closet. She had a pretty good idea that, from now on, she and the maid were going to be giving each other hand-jobs quite often. Or maybe well, she didn't know if she was ready to think about the other things that they might do to each other, not quite yet.
They weren't trying to bring each other to a climax yet.
Concentrating more on what they were watching than on what they were doing, they finger-fucked each other in a leisurely fashion.
Then Robert blew his geyser of cum into Laura's greedy mouth.
Moments later, Charles poured his cock juice into the woman's insatiable maw.
Watching lucky Laura drinking all that jism, the two randy girls in the closet got really horny.
Laura stretched out on the bed, a naked man on either side of her, a prick in either hand, as the three waited for their sexual energies to renew themselves.
There wasn't much to see then.
Amanda and Bonny began to concentrate on each other.
They turned so that they were facing each other, legs intertwined, looking into each other's eyes as they rubbed each other's cunts. Amanda's pert tits jiggled. Bonny began to feel her tits with her free hand. The girl's nipples exploded in the maid's palm. They felt so lovely that Bonny simply had to have a taste. She leaned down and began sucking on the taut tit tips, switching back and forth between them.
Amanda arched, pushing her knockers out into Bonny's face. It felt wonderful to have her tits sucked she bet it felt nice to suck them, as well. She began to open the front of the maid's uniform. Bonny smiled around a mouthful of stiff nipple as she saw that the girl was going to meet her halfway in these things. Amanda drew the garment open and, abandoning Bonny's crotch for the moment, cupped both of her fat tits in her hands, holding them up and pressing them together. Bonny drew back, giving Amanda a turn at titsucking and Amanda went at it with gusto.
Her tongue ran around the firm globes and up the cleavage, circling as if it were climbing a mountain road. Reaching the nipples, she sucked adoringly.
"Oh, it's fun," she purred happily.
The horny girls switched roles. While Bonny sucked Amanda's tits, Amanda played with Bonny's pussy and vice versa. They were in no hurry to come. Far from it. They both wanted to prolong this pleasant situation for as long as they could, lingering over the delicate delights of distaff desire.
Presently, Bonny moved away to take off her clothing.
As Amanda saw the girl's hot, naked, shapely body come into view, she was swept by waves of pure lust. She remembered how her mother had mouthed that juicy pussy. Amanda was certainly not a lesbian. A lesbian fell in love with another girl. A cunt-sucker sucked cunt for the pure pleasure of it, without any emotional ties.
And, too, if her own mother sucked cunt, it couldn't be a really wicked thing, could it? Of course not. To think that would be to think that her own mother was a pervert, and how could a girl think a terrible thing like that? It denied the principles of Mom, apple pie and pussy.
Bonny, naked now but for that everpresent garterbelt and stockings that so prettily framed her crotch returned to her position in front of Amanda. She began tit-sucking again. Amanda slowly fed two fingers up Bonny's fuck hole, wrist tilting as she turned the digits around inside that slippery cunt slot.
"I loved watching Mom eat you out," Amanda said.
Bonny seemed to stiffen for a moment.
"It's not really wrong to do that, is it?"
"No," Bonny whispered, her lips on a swollen nipple as she mouthed the word.
"Do you ever suck Mom, too?"
"No," Bonny said.
Amanda was disappointed.
"But I would, if she wanted me to," Bonny added. "Your mother doesn't want a woman to suck her off. She likes to suck and then, when she's horny from that, she wants some prick. It's a shame, really because I'd love to do some cunt-sucking, myself."
"Oh! Have you ever."
"Um-hum."
Bonny was smiling now, smiling over Amanda's tits, as she realized where this conversation was going to lead.
She said, "Two of my girlfriends when I was in school we used to get together after school and take turns sucking each other off. But I haven't done it in years, now."
"You could suck me, if you wanted to," Amanda whispered.
"You're making me hungry," Bonny sighed, as she slurped away on Amanda's plump tits.
"And I'll suck you, too," said Amanda.
Bonny gave a little whimper of expectation. She had been telling the truth. She had been longing to suck some pussy for ages now, and Laura's one-dimensional lovemaking had been frustrating. Oh, it was wonderful to come in Laura's mouth, certainly. But, although the maid's pussy was satiated, it always left her mouth horny. She had loved those after-school sessions with her two girlfriends. All she ever had to do was lick her lips and they opened their thighs automatically.
Once, Bonny had spent the whole afternoon munching pussy. As soon as one of them came, she switched to the other, then back again. She must have made each of them cream three or four times, at least, before she got around to getting some head, herself. They had thought she was strange for being so unselfish.
Now she saw the wonderful possibilities and the future prospects involved in making love with Amanda. Living in the same house, they would be able to get together whenever they wanted to and, Amanda being such a hot little girl, that was quite likely to be very often.
Now she began to go down.
She licked Amanda's slender belly and dipped her tongue into her belly button. Amanda arched, bracing herself on her hands as she pushed her torso out.
She was trembling with anticipation.
She was about to know the joy of having her cunt sucked!
But Bonny was taking her time, savoring the girl's anticipation. With a succulent cunt available, she was in no hurry to get at it. She was working up a hearty appetite.
She lapped down until her tongue rustled through the girl's curly pussy hair and then, bypassing her crotch, she began to tongue the smooth flesh of her thighs. She slid down, licking Amanda's feet, sucking on her tiny toes, kissing her slender ankles. She came back up, slurping along every inch of her legs. She ran her tongue up the crease where Amanda's thigh joined her crotch, not touching her cunt yet, lapping away just beside the juicy pussy slit, paralleling it.
Her face shifted over.
She hovered above Amanda's pussy, savoring the last moment of anticipation before she began to feast.
Her hot tongue pushed out and she tapped the very tip lightly against Amanda's trembling clit.
"Oooooh!" the girl squealed.
Bonny licked lovingly. Then she pulled the stiff cunt into her lips and sucked on it. It went off like a stick of dynamite in her lips. She smiled around it, sucking on the taut clit just as if it were a tiny cock, her tongue fluttering against it. Her tongue felt as hot as Amanda's cunt as she drooled over that juicy pussy. She licked lovingly up the girl's cunt lips and then pushed her tongue right up her sodden fuck hole, stabbing in and out.
Amanda was wailing and sobbing with joy. Bonny fitted her mouth to the girl's cunt lips and began to suck steadily, hungrily. Cunt juice flowed over her tongue and bubbled on her lips. She had almost forgotten what a joy it was to eat pussy nor had she ever eaten a tastier cunt than this virgin lovebox. It was juicy, hot, tender and delicious. She rubbed her whole face around in the soaking pussy slot, purring, then she began sucking with the steady tempo that would bring Amanda to a thrilling orgasm.
Amanda tossed her head back, crying out in ecstasy.
Her smooth thighs parted wide as she ground her cunt flesh around in Bonny's face. She gazed down through narrowed eyes, loving the sight of Bonny's pretty face buried there between her trembling legs, hearing the moist slurpings of her tongue and the fluid sucking on her lips as the maid worked merrily away.
"I'm gonna come!" Amanda whimpered, her voice breaking.
"Ummmm -- cream for me, darling," Bonny urged.
She cupped her hands over Amanda's soft hips, tilting her pelvis up as if she were drinking from the overfilled goblet of her cunt. She sucked ravenously.
Amanda felt the waves of bliss rush through her loins, crashing in tumultuous sequence. Her cunt gaped wide. The juice flowed. The thrill reached the crest.
Sobbing with the sensation, Amanda came in Bonny's voracious, hungry, adoring mouth, the cunt juice pouring out in a creamy deluge as the spasms of lust pumped it from her loins.
Bonny's mouth filled with cunt cream. She gulped it down and sucked for more. Even after the final waves of joy had passed, Bonny tongued and sucked away, making sure that she had milked every drop of cunt juice and worked off every final twinge of the thrill.
"Ummm delicious," she purred.
"Oh, that was so good," Amanda said. She gazed down at Bonny. She saw how contented the maid looked. There could be little doubt that she had truly enjoyed sucking Amanda off, that the pleasure of sucking was every bit as good as that of being sucked. Amanda discovered just as Bonny already knew that cunt-sucking was not a one-way affair. Her pussy was absolutely satisfied now, milked to contentment, but her mouth was watering.
She kissed Bonny on the lips, tasting her own delicious cunt juice as she did so. They swapped tongues juicily.
Amanda lay back on the mattress. For a moment, Bonny thought that the girl was finished.
But Amanda was smiling. She was licking her lips.
"I'm so hungry," she whispered. Bonny sat on her face.
Chapter Nine
Bonny teased Amanda for a few moments.
She was kneeling over Amanda, straddling her face, but she didn't lower her cunt all the way down. She kept that tasty snack poised a few inches above Amanda's mouth, letting her suffer pangs of hunger.
Amanda was sticking her tongue out, fluttering it in the air, her head tilted back like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Amanda gazed up at that sweet pussy, starving for her first-ever taste of cunt. It looked delicious. The cunt lips were peeled back like a pink blossom, streaked with pussy juice. The slot was running with the stuff.
Bonny reached down and spread her pussy lips even wider, opening them with her fingers, letting the drooling girl look right up inside her gaping fuck hole.
"Oh, give it to me," Amanda wailed. "Let me lick it!"
A heavy drop of cunt juice fell from Bonny's pussy and splattered on Amanda's lips. She slurped it in. The delicious drop ran over her tastebuds, playing the appetizer, making her hungrier than ever for that sweet cunt flesh.
She cupped Bonny's pert ass in her hands, squirming as she lay under the sexy mind. Bonny rubbed her ass against Amanda's upthrust tits. Her trim belly rotated. Amanda began to suck, even before there was anything to suck on. Then Bonny pushed her cunt right into the girl's face and Amanda started to gobble it with relish.
Since she had never sucked a cunt before, nor even thought much about doing it, Amanda had been a bit worried that she might not know how to do it right. But the instant she found her mouth clamped on that sweet pussy, she knew that her fears had been groundless. She knew just how to go about it. She needed no practice, no experience, no instruction whatsoever. It was as if she had been born to suck pussy. And even as she discovered that she knew how to make it just right for Bonny, so did she discover that cuntsucking was a joy, even better than she had imagined.
Bonny held her pussy wide open with her fingers and Amanda tongue-fucked up the parted slot, then started sucking greedily on the whole, flooded fount. The succulent cunt juices ran down her tongue and filled her hot mouth. They trickled down her gullet. She lapped and sucked, licked and slurped. She would have liked to get her whole face right up inside Bonny's swampy pussy.
Slipping her hand down from the back, she began finger-fucking Bonny as she sucked away.
Bonny was so hot from sucking off Amanda that she could not contain her climax.
She spilled her steaming pussy nectar into Amanda's open mouth.
Amanda kept right on sucking.
"Let me do it again," she pleaded. It had been too fast. She wanted to suck that hot cunt for hours. "Oh, please let me suck you off again, Bonny let me suck you for a long time."
"Let me turn around," said Bonny, starting to feel a bit hungry again, herself.
She turned without taking her crotch off Amanda's face at all, turning on her cunt as she reversed herself. Then she bent down into the position of inverted love and the two horny girls began to sixty nine with wild abandon and enthusiasm.
This new thrill sent Amanda spinning in joyous delight. She was getting her pleasure at both ends, getting her own hot cunt gobbled while she slurped greedily away on the other girl's savory pussy. She was drinking cunt juice, and cunt juice was pouring out of her own pussy in an equal volume. How wonderful it would be if they both came at the same moment!
The girls sucked away in total concentration.
They didn't even notice when the three naked people beyond the magic mirror began to couple fuck...
Laura had a prick in both hands and she smiled happily as both of those massive meatracks began to harden and swell.
She fogged them lightly, her hands skimming.
Charles rolled toward her and kissed her on the lips on those lips that had so recently sucked the cum from Robert. She pushed her tontue into his mouth and he sucked on it. Then, turning her head the other way, she kissed Robert in the same passionate manner.
It made Charles moan as he saw his wife kiss the gardener. It wasn't as wildly exciting as watching her fuck or suck the youth, but it was provocative and erotic, all the same. There were elements of the emotional involved in a kiss that were not there in the purely physical acts of fucking and sucking. Charles felt more jealous over that kiss than he had when her mouth had been full of the boy's prick, or her cunt stuffed to the brim with the potent young prick. And jealousy is a wondrous aphrodisiac.
Charles began sucking on his wife's tit.
After a moment, Robert's mouth moved down and the lad began sucking on her other tit. Robert had gotten over his shyness and his inhibitions. By this time he realized that Mr. Bradshaw was far from a jealous and irate husband that whatever he did was acceptable. Side by side, both men slurped away on a stiff nipple. Charles winked at Robert. Laura, loving all the attention, cupped their heads in her hands and arched her back, lifting her tits.
Charles cupped her cunt, rubbing.
Robert reached down. Finding her cunt already handled, he started to draw away, but Charles took the boy by the wrist and guided his hand in between Laura's legs, letting him have a turn. They each had a tit; they shared a cunt.
After a few minutes of this attention from both horny men, Laura was starting to pant like a steam engine.
She gazed down. Looking past two heads and her own tits, down her arched torso, she saw two fat cocks looming over her, laid across her hipbones from either side, like crowbars across soft fulcrums. The big, throbbing cockknobs hovered above her belly, almost touching together at the tips. They might have been preparing to swordfight with those crossed cocks, the winner to get the reward between her legs. Both cockheads were damp and slippery.
A thin line of gossamer jism stretched from the tip of Robert's prick to Laura's belly button, like a single strand of a spider's web; Charles' spunk was thicker, more substantial, the fat drops more separate. A big drop of cum fell from the end of his cock and splashed on her cunt mound.
They continued to slurp tits and finger her fuck hole.
Laura figured they were waiting for her to suggest what they should do next which was only right, since her husband was gallant and the boy was a mere servant.
But what did she want?
She had already had Robert in mouth and cunt, and yet she didn't want to leave him out of it while she made love to Charles.
Gazing at Robert's cock, she noticed once again how sharply tapered it was. There had to be a use for that special design, that configuration. She grinned. It looked just the right shape to work its way into a tight space to deflower a virgin, for instance, or to slip up an asshole!
Laura had not had it up the ass in years.
Her husband's cock was too fat to fit in her bowels, although they had tried. Now she remembered the few times that she had been ass-fucked, and the memory was a fond one. She had enjoyed having her bowels full of hot cock and cum, a pleasant variation on fucking. And how wonderful it would be, now that she had two cocks at her disposal, now that she could have both fuckholes filled at the same time. It was too bad there wasn't a third cock, she thought, wistfully, so that she could have one in her mouth, as well. But that was just being greedy, she knew. A girl couldn't expect to have everything.
She rolled onto her flank, facing Charles.
Robert had a horrible thought that he was being rejected, and his cock hammered against her ass.
But she reached back and took his prick in her hand. She figured it would be a good idea to dip his cock in her pussy, first, to get it slippery before taking it up the ass. She drew the cocktip in. Robert lunged, feeding the fat root to her cunt, going to the hilt. Charles' hand was still on her crotch and he felt the boy's prick push in. His eyes glowed with passion. Laura knew that he would like to see that coupling at close range, watching the boy's cock slide in and out from the back, his view unhindered by her ass or hips.
She said, "Sixty-nine with me for a minute, darling?"
"Oh, yes!" he rasped.
Charles turned around. Laura gobbled his huge prick into her mouth, sucking lovingly. Charles stared at her cunt, watching Robert's fat cock push in to the hilt, then slowly withdraw, streaked with creamy ribbons of pussy juice. Her cunt lips pulled on the thick cockstalk. Leaning in, Charles began to lick and suck on her stiff clit while he watched her getting fucked. He saw the dark veins throb up the underside of the boy's cockshaft, his balls balloon as he plowed in.
Charles moved his hips, fucking into his wayward wife's mouth while he sucked away. He ran his tongue along her cunt lips as they spread around Robert's prick. Charles thought they were going to finish this way, to carry on to a three-way conclusion. He knew that Laura was going to have a wonderful climax, sucked and fucked at the same time, inspired by tongue and cock. He was looking forward to seeing, from close up, the boy empty his cock and balls into Laura's steaming pussy while she shuddered through her own wild orgasm and he came in her mouth.
But then she withdrew her lips from his prick.
"Turn around, darling," she urged.
Charles was reluctant to leave his grandstand seat, but this was Laura's party. He gave her clit one last adoring slurp, then turned again, so that they were belly to belly, thigh to thigh. He gave her a questioning look, his eyebrows arched.
"Fuck me now, Charles," she whispered.
He frowned, puzzled.
Her cunt was already occupied. Could he fit his own massive prickmeat into her cunt at the same time? He doubted it. Her pussy was pliable and elastic, but still he didn't think she could accommodate both of their fat cocks together.
Laura smiled sweetly and pulled Robert's cock from her pussy. Robert gave a squawk of indignation. She guided his tapered cockhead into the crack of her ass, fitting the tip in her asshole. Robert understood then, and gulped. He was certainly going to find out a whole lot about the variations on the theme of love, he realized. Just as he had never had a blow-job before, so he had not fucked an asshole. But the boy was willing. He had new fields to plow, new ground to fertilize as he tended the exotic garden of Laura's loins.
Charles didn't know what was happening.
Laura told him. "I'm going to take Robert's big prick up my asshole, darling," she whispered.
Charles moaned, lust spinning dazzlingly through his mind. The boy was going to put his young prick where Charles had never ventured! Another wave of jealousy tore through Charles, leaving him hornier than ever. He grinned and nodded.
Robert began to work his cock into her asshole.
His admirably shaped prick wedged in, the pointed tip forging a passage. As his cockhead widened out, he found it a snug fit. For a moment, he thought that it would not fit. But then Laura's asshole adjusted, spreading to accomodate his bulk. She seemed to be pulling him in, her asshole sucking him deeper. He held her by the hips and dragged her asshole onto his cock like a tight boot onto a foot. Inch by inch, he buried his prickshaft up that tight asshole. Her asshole spread, gripping his shaft as his cockhead pried into her bowels.
He slipped the last two inches in.
He lay still for a moment, marveling at the thrill of having every inch of his big cocklance bedded in her snug asshole. Laura squirmed around, cockscrewing, turning her asshole around on his cock like a nut around a bolt. His balls were jammed into her flooded crotch. His belly was stuck to her ass. His prick began to swell and vibrate, lost in the darkness of her secret cavern.
Laura purred happily. His cockhead felt like a big lump of molten iron deep in her bowels.
"Fuck my cunt now, Charles!" she whimpered.
Charles fitted his huge cock to her cunt and slipped the whole length into her with the first fluid fuck-thrust.
Charles could feel Robert's prick throbbing against his own, separated by the thin partition of her loins. His balls were jammed against the boy's, in her crotch. They didn't move for a moment. Laura trembled between them, held in place by both transfixing pricks.
Then they began to fuck and bugger together.
Charles drew his cock out until only the knob was in her cunt, then ran it all the way up again.
Robert worked in counterpoint, drawing out of her asshole as Charles stuffed her pussy, then plunging into her bowels as her husband pulled his cock out again.
Laura was in seventh heaven.
She was getting friction like a two-stroke engine, the pricks churning into her in rotation. She didn't know which hole felt more wonderful. Her belly heaved and her ass ground about, her hips flared and danced on the fiery penetration. She felt as if her whole belly was stuffed full of cockmeat, that her pelvis was spreading wide, that her hipbones were going to spring from their sockets.
They plunged in, their cocks passing each other like trains in a tunnel.
Her cunt worked off of Charles' cock, sucking and wringing the fat cockmeat he fed her.
Her asshole dragged and pulled on Robert's prick, as if she were ingesting him in reverse.
"Oh! I love it! I love it!" she wailed. "I'm so full of prick, I love it, darling! He's all the way up my ass; he's fucking my asshole with his sweet prick, Charles Robert is going to fill me with jism!"
Her hot eyes were on her husband's face. She was speaking for his benefit, knowing that her words would inspire him as much as her body, that speaking of her transgressions fired him as much as the acts, themselves.
"Can you feel him up my asshole, darling?"
Charles growled, nodding, banging his prick into her pussy with savage, relentless strokes.
They plowed in at the same time now, changing the tempo, stuffing her asshole and her cunt at the same instant.
Laura was near the peak.
Those meaty levers were prying the orgasm from her.
Her whole slender body vibrated between them, humming like a tuning fork to the carnal chords.
Charles' prick hissed into her pussy like a white-hot bar plunged into a tub of water.
Robert's cock cockscrewed into her bowels wildly, flaring, ballooning, stuffing her ass.
Her pelvis was buffeted between them; her hipbones rattled.
They all came together.
Laura's pussy flooded with a lot of juice. At the same instant, Charles hosed her womb with a tremendous geyser of jism and Robert whitewashed her bowels with his burning cum. The oversexed woman felt as if her innards were awash with cum, as if her vital organs were floating around in the thick stuff, her veins filled with jism, her nerve endings insulated in the creamy flood.
They poured load after load into her, alternating. Charles blew a dose up her pussy and pulled back as Robert sprayed her asshole with a jet, only to pull back as Charles shot again. They emptied their cocks and balls into her, and her cunt juice poured out in an endless stream.
They lay together, cocks still in her, panting.
Laura smiled dreamily.
She was insatiable. She was already wondering what three-way coupling they should try next. Some way so that they could all come together again. Simultaneous orgasms required perfect timing, but they were certainly worth the effort.
Chapter Ten
Amanda and Bonny didn't have it right yet. It was the first time the two horny girls had sixty-nined and they couldn't get the timing right. Amanda caine first. Drinking her cunt juice drove Bonny wild, and soon Bonny creamed which made Amanda hot all over again. They knew that they had to time it right, to have a simultaneous orgasm, or else they were going to have to carry on sucking each other all day. Not that that was any hardship of course. They loved both ends of the linkage.
They switched positions, taking turns on top, lying on their sides, grinding together in a horizontal dance of desire. It was Bonny who first noticed the new activity beyond the glass. She was on top again, and she raised her head for a moment, jaws dripping with cunt juice, like a ravenous she-wolf. She had lifted her face in order to gaze adoringly at Amanda's sodden cunt for a moment, to see what she was eating, but she glanced sideways and gasped.
"Oh, look what they're doing now!"
Amanda couldn't look because Bonny was sitting on her face. Bonny raised her knee and moved aside for a moment. Amanda sat up. They saw Laura taking two pricks at once.
"Shall we watch for a while?" Bonny asked.
"Oh, yes then we can sixty-nine some more!"
Sitting side by side, the two girls fingerfucked each other while they observed the double fucking in the bedroom. They watched until both pricks had been emptied into Laura.
Already hot from sucking, the girls became wild with lust. As soon as the three on the bed stopped moving, Amanda and Bonny rolled onto the mattress and began to sixty-nine with renewed gusto. They concentrated with absolute attention on what they were doing, determined to reach a simultaneous orgasm this time oblivious to everything else.
Laura wriggled out from between her husband and the gardener, squirming off their pricks. Kneeling over them, she was pleased to see that they had not lost their erections. Although both cocks had diminished somewhat, they were still not soft, and they looped out in fat bows from the men's loins. Laura figured it would be a simple enough project to get them hard again. But where should she put them this time? Well, she'd had them front and rear in her loins, why not head and tail next? She thought that having one prick in her mouth and the other in her pussy would be every bit as thrilling as it had been taking them in asshole and cunt. Maybe even better. She loved the idea.
Bending down, she began to lap Robert's soiled cock. Robert moaned as he felt a nimble tongue darting over his cock and balls and Charles' cock began to harden as he watched his sexy wife tonguing that asshole-soiled hunk of prickmeat. When Robert's fuck tool was thundering again, Laura switched over and gave her husband's cock a few slurps, but they were unnecessary. He was already hard as a stone again, from watching her perform.
She drew Robert onto her knees. His cock was out before him like a weapon.
Laura got on her hands and knees, face towards the boy. She took his tapered prick into her mouth.
"Ummm ummmm," she purred. Robert began to slowly fuck into her mouth, his ass and hips corkscrewing. He ran his cockhead into her throat and she sucked through every precious inch as he drew back out. Since the boy had already got his rocks off three times, in three different holes, she knew that he would take a long time to come. And that suited her to a tee, for she was in the mood to salivate over a nice long taste of cockmeat before she drank another delicious load of cum. Her face was intent as she concentrated on sucking that hot mouthful of cock. It was evident that she loved sucking the young boy, evident to her husband, as he watched.
Charles was looking over her shoulder. Kneeling, her ass was hiked up, her thighs parted. Her cunt was full of cunt juice and jism. Cum bubbled from her asshole and ran down into her already soaking crotch, the juices of three orgasms all blending together in a spicy stew.
Charles moved behind her, on his knees.
He pushed his prick into her soaking crotch and fed it to her cunt with an underslung stroke. His big prick tilted her ass up as it plunged in to the root. He began to fuck her dog style, moving slowly, in the same tempo with which Robert was fucking her mouth.
Laura gurgled delightedly, adoring to get fucked at both ends, knowing that it was going to take a long time, this time and wanting it to last as long as it possibly could. She was in a paradise of passion. The randy woman had never been sure which she loved most, fucking or sucking now there was no need to make such a decision, having both.
Robert placed his hands alongside her face, holding her head steady as he fucked into her mouth. His cockhead ran into her throat, then pulled back until only the tip was collared by her lips, then in again, inch by slow inch.
Charles held her by the hips, in the same way, steadying her dripping ass and holding her pelvis firm for his fuckthrusts, timing those thrusts so that he stuffed her full of fat prick at the same time that the boy filled her mouth brimful of cock.
Laura held Robert's balls in one hand.
She reached back between her legs and took her husband's bloated balls in the other hand, squeezing both sets lovingly, worshiping those hairy sacs that would eventually empty more jism into her.
They moved together like a well-oiled and intricate piece of machinery, some interacting construction put together from a carnal erector set, each part moving the next part. The pistons slowly went in and out, the wet sockets turned, nipples and clit sparked like an ignition system. Laura swayed between them in ecstasy, swallowing Robert's cock, taking it right down her gullet while Charles fed every inch to her cunt. Those cocks seemed to fill her so deeply that she wondered if the cockheads were not bumping together somewhere in the middle of her body.
Lost to lust, she had no idea how long it took.
Then Robert, horny and potent lad that he was, began to moan and quiver. He fucked in to her face faster. His balls swelled and his cockhead ballooned, filling her mouth. Laura knew she was about to receive a dose of hot cum and she sucked eagerly. Still potent as the gardener was, maybe he would be able to come yet again. Her mouth was watering for his cum and she sucked with vigor.
Charles, still slowly stroking into her pussy, leaned over her shoulder to get a closeup as the boy blew his wad.
Robert's prick blasted a wet rocket of cum into her throat.
Laura gulped it down hungrily. The slimy jism overflowed her lips and ran down her chin. She kept sucking, dragging a second and then a third spurt from his prick, swallowing greedily. She milked him dry while Charles looked on approvingly, his face haunted by a look of total fascination as he watched his wife drinking the boy's jism with such devotion.
"Ummm ummmm," she purred.
"Drink it, baby," Charles croaked. "Swallow his hot cum! Milk his cock and balls for him, baby and for me!"
Laura sucked Robert dry.
She let the cum swirl around in her mouth and bubble on her lips, then gulped it down.
Robert toppled over onto his back, prick swaying.
She crawled after him, tongue first, and gathered up the slimy drops that had run down his cockrod and onto his balls. Charles watched her hot tongue run all over the boy's cockmeat.
Then, driven to the peak of passion, Charles began to throw a furious fuck into his cumcrazed wife.
He was fucking her with such energy that he drove her right up the bed, on all fours. She crawled over the top of Robert giving his prick a last lick as she passed over it. Charles crawled after her, pouring the prickmeat to her violently.
He fucked her over the side of the bed.
Following, never losing touch and never missing a stroke, Charles sank onto the floor and began to fuck her in a staggering line towards the far wall. They fucked to the door. He angled up, driving down, then dipped and plowed up, lifting her ass and tilting her head down. He slammed in and she bumped against the door.
The door opened.
Too frenzied to worry about where they fucked, as long as they kept fucking, Charles fucked her through the doorway and out into the hall. Laura, gurgling with joy, began to crawl down the hallway with her husband stuck on her ass as if he were a dog that had got fastened to a bitch and could not uncouple.
Robert came in pursuit.
The boy crawled after them, his prick swinging tinder his belly, ready to take over if Charles faltered. Since Robert was not hindered by having to push an ass and cunt before him, he overtook the couple. He crawled along beside Laura, rubbing the head of his cock against her tits.
They came abreast of the closet door.
Beyond that door was Amanda's room.
Laura, although she was lost in lust, still had sense enough to wonder if their daughter were in her room. It would never do for the girl to hear them fucking outside her door and come to investigate, she knew. What a shock that would be for the chaste and virginal teenager! Yet Laura could not back up, for her husband was driving her relentlessly before him, his prick churning her on.
Laura angled her advance.
She turned towards the closet door, figuring that they could finish their fuck in the privacy of that closet.
Laura, with Charles mounted on her ass and Robert drawing beside her, cock massaging her tits, crawled through through the door and into the closet.
Amanda and Bonny, sixty-nining up a storm, were not aware that they had been joined. They continued to slurp merrily away.
"My God!" Laura gasped.
"Oh, wow!" Robert cried.
"Our daughter! Our maid!" Charles wailed, shocked.
But he could not stop fucking for any reason as the thrill soared toward the peak. As much as it distressed him to discover that his daughter was a cunt-sucker, he continued to stuff the cockmeat up his wife. He was hornier than ever now, as he saw his daughter's tongue slurping on Bonny's pussy and her sweet pussy creaming in Bonny's face.
He fucked Laura right across the closet and they bumped right into that steaming tableau of hot, naked flesh.
Amanda and Bonny were both starting to come.
They gasped as they realized they had been discovered. But, like Charles, they couldn't stop. Why should they? Since they had already been caught eating pussy, there was no reason why they shouldn't at least finish it before they faced the consequences.
And then they realized that Charles was fucking Laura.
Perhaps the consequences would not be too bad, after all.
Robert, his prick free and raging, hovered over them. Amanda took it in her hand. She drew it down, rubbing the bloated cockhead against Bonny's cunt, and running her tongue over cunt and cockhead at the same time. Electric thrills shot through her. Bonny creamed. Amanda lapped it up, then took Robert's prick in her mouth and started working toward another taste treat.
Charles watched his daughter sucking cock.
He plowed in with such frantic force that he drove Laura's head right down right down into Amanda's pussy.
Scarcely aware of what, she was doing, Laura began licking her daughter's wet cunt. Bonny was still working on Amanda's juicy slot, too. Laura's tongue and Bonny's tongue ran side by side through that slippery pussy gash.
Charles shot in Laura's pussy, hosing her down with his cum.
Robert spurted a load of jism into Amanda's mouth. She gulped down her first load of cum with relish.
Charles' prick was still hard.
And this was no time for soul-searching.
He crawled onto his daughter and rammed his cocklance into her cunt. The big bludgeon shoved Laura and Bonny aside as it surged in. They moved right back, both of them lapping his balls, tonguing his prickshaft as it pulled out, licking at Amanda's cunt lips and cunt together.
What a way to lose my cherry! thought Amanda. What a wonderful way!
A long time and a lot of cum later, the five fuckers rested, all clustered together in a jumble of flesh, cocks and cunts mixed up in a carnal collage.
Amanda told them about the secret mirrors. She would have told them before as mitigating circumstances to lessen her guilt but this was the first time she didn't have a mouthful of cock or cunt. Charles began to laugh. "What's so funny, darling?" Laura asked. "What good are the mirrors?" he said. Laura, who liked the idea, asked, "What do you mean?"
"There's nothing to see," Charles said, grinning. "We're all in the closet!"
