Donna and Vanessa squealed with delight as the four masked studs undressed.
They all walked over to Vanessa and began immediately ... one cock in her mouth ... shoved in and out-someone lapping her pussy ... one feeling ... pinching ... squeezing her tits ... with a cock shoved straight into her teeming pussy. Someone moved in from behind and entered her anus. It was sheer heaven.
Donna was cringing with excitement just watching. Then, one of the studs-the one she was most attracted to-started coming towards her. She was burning hot and the touch of his cock sent shivers and chills all through her body. She became lost in a sea of pleasure as he darted his tongue inside her pussy.
Donna longed to know who was behind the mask-who the man was that could make her tremble with pleasure. He wondered how she would feel if she knew it was her son!
CHAPTER ONE
God, I have a beautiful body, Donna Martin thought. She was admiring herself in the full-length mirror that covered one wall of her dressing area. In the next room, water was churning into the tub, sending into the air mists of steam mixed with bubbles from the dissolving perfumed bath powder.
She turned and glanced at the reflected image. She was proud of what she saw. If she were to be seen now, her age would be estimated at twenty-five at the most, and hardly at her real age of thirty-seven. Her skin was soft and smooth, pink with the rosy health of youth, and tight over the spots that normally sagged as one approached forty.
She ran her hands along her sides and over her waist. The fullness of her rounded hips felt good under her touch as the skin rounded out before joining her long, slim legs. Then she reached around and cupped her silky inner thighs, pausing only briefly on her downy muff of pubic hairs that covered her lovely pussy. Almost instinctively her finger probed the lips for the hidden clit. A shiver of excitement raced through her body. Not waiting to savor the sensation, Donna continued her explorations, passing across the taut belly and up the firm breasts that waited so patiently for her approach.
They were large breasts, the kind that are round and fully-formed. She noted that they were almost perfect, hanging against her chest like large, pendulous globes. Donna lifted them from underneath, one in each hand. They felt heavy, and she could barely contain the expansive flesh in her palms. Immediately the nipples hardened, and goose bumps appeared everywhere on her body.
Funny, she thought. Just touching herself like this could turn her on so much. Yet this was nothing compared to what a man's hands could do to her. A sharp pain struck her between her spreading thighs. It had been so long since she had fucked, really fucked. Oh, there had been the times with her husband, Charles, but they were becoming fewer and fewer recently. What was wrong with her? Or rather, what was wrong with him? She looked at her body again in the mirror. No, it had to be him. She was an attractive woman. Any man would love to bury his cock in her hungry pussy. And she was willing, any time, almost anywhere. Especially with the man she loved. So why wouldn't Charles fuck her?
Snuggling up to him in bed one night, she had looked into his eyes and asked him. "That's the price of success," he told her, giving her a slight peck on the cheek before turning over to go to sleep. True, Martin Electronics had grown from a small, struggling partnership into a dynamic organization that had made Charles a wealthy man. But Donna wondered if things hadn't been better in the old days: the candlelight dinners, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, the weekends spent in bed because they were too poor to go anywhere else.
Now she had every material need fulfilled that she could possibly want. Every one except the one she really craved. Horny wasn't the word for it, she thought. She was downright frustrated! Sex was all she could think about; it filled her mind with dreams of powerful studs who ravished her body again and again. She couldn't pick up a magazine without checking out the pictures of all the males in the ads. Her body quivered with excitement at the slightest touch; she felt the juices flowing inside her womb at a moment's notice. It had been so long since she had had a good fucking that her whole life revolved around that lack.
Yet she loved Charles too much to cheat on him. She kept giving him one more chance, hoping that he would come around. Every night she waited for him in bed, expecting him to turn to her with that old desire he had exhibited, and take her, pounding away at her pussy with his long, thick, hard cock. But her prayers went unanswered. On the nights he was home, Charles stayed on the phone until midnight, then fell into bed exhausted, totally oblivious to the beautiful woman lying next to him.
At first Donna would lie there awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep because of the ache that filled her belly and made the muscles of her body tense. But at last she could stand it no longer; she knew she had to do something about it.
First problem: get Paulette, their perky young maid, out of the house. Donna thought up a hundred little errands for her to run. With afternoons to herself, Donna could relax. She filled the tub and swished all kinds of lotions and powders into the hot water. Then she stripped naked and spent some time just looking at herself in the mirror. It no one else appreciated her body, at least she would.
by this time she was excited, nearly desperate. She could feel her cunt twitching with anticipation. Slowly she lowered herself into the water, letting the bubbles break first against her calves, then her thighs. Finally she was sitting in the warm liquid, and the soapy water was washing against her body. She slid down so that only her head was above the water. As she did so, her knees were forced apart, and she could feel the gentle lapping at the entrance to her pussy.
Taking a sponge, she began to rub her body, carressing it with a loving womanly hand. She moved carefully, spending extra time on her large breasts, paying attention to the nipples.
by the time she brought her hand down to her parted thighs, her body was trembling with excitement. The warm water, made silky and smooth by the bath soaps, felt good against her skin. And she had learned very quickly how to use her own hands to bring about the desired effect.
Now her hands were on her pussy. She no longer needed the sponge, and it floated aimlessly through the sea of bubbles. But Donna didn't see it; her eyes were closed and her head rested against the back of the tub. Water lapped at her chin, and some of the bubbles drifted into her nostrils, but the woman was aware only of the sensations that spread up through her body from her burning pussy.
She slid forward now, so that her back was almost flat against the bottom of the tub. The normally cold porcelain mixed with the warm water sent shivers along Donna's back. Or was it the workings of her hand? She plunged a finger into her dripping hole and let the soapy liquid lubricate her even more. Then she pulled her feet towards her, letting her knees rise above the water level, giving her room to part her thighs.
In a moment she was using her finger like a cock, Charles' cock, any man's cock. She pushed it inside her pussy, past the soft lips, as deep as it would go. Then she pulled it out, letting it tickle her enlarged clitoris, before delving into the waiting depths again.
Donna moaned and tossed her head to the other side. She wasn't in the tub now but on a bed, and a large prick was pushing at her pussy, begging for entrance. She looked up and saw it was Charles, her beloved Charles. Then it was a stranger, a dark handsome man she had seen once on television. Then the image changed to that of one of her husband's customers, then it was her best friend's husband. Then she saw all of these men and more, every man, all men, loving her, desiring her, needing her, fucking her.
Then it was all over too fast. Her finger, the movement of her hand, the feel of the hot, soapy water on her cunt-all this brought about her orgasm. She began to come as the multiple images of her dream men grew clearer in her mind. And one by one, they passed before her, man after man, new cock after new cock. And with each came another orgasm until her body was spasming wildly in the tub. The water sloshed over the side and onto the floor, and Donna felt a moan escaping from her lips. "Oooohhh. OOOOOHHHHH!" she cried as the final convulsive shock hit her.
And now, standing in front of the mirror this warm Thursday afternoon, Donna was about to embark upon her ritual once more. The water had almost filled the tub, and she sensed the anticipation that caused her nipples to harden and the moisture to seep from her twat.
Suddenly a loud pounding sound woke her from her reverie. Someone was knocking on the back door.
"Mrs.: Martin. It's me. Johnny. From Di Angelo's Market." Then he began to bang on the door once again.
Oh, shit, Donna thought. Now why the hell did he have to show up just now? Donna had long ago given up the act of shopping. She preferred to have her groceries delivered and to spend her time on more enjoyable pursuits. Now her pleasure-seeking had come back to plague her.
Well, she thought, maybe someone else will answer the door, or maybe he'll leave the packages on the stoop and go away. But she knew she was wrong on both accounts. Paulette wouldn't be back for hours, and the two children, Gary and Anne, were never home anymore it seemed. Perhaps the idea of giving them each a car on their sixteenth birthdays, Gary's two years ago and Anne's just this last year, hadn't been such a good idea after all.
Nor would Johnny give up until he had carried in all the bundles, deposited them on the kitchen table, and received his more-than-generous tip from Donna. She couldn't blame him, though. He was born to one of the poorer families on "the wrong side of the tracks," and he had struggled all his life to rise above his background. Now he had been accepted to one of the better eastern colleges, with a partial scholarship, and he needed every penny he could make from this summer job to see him through the school year.
But damn it all, she cursed to herself, why this instant? The pounding was growing louder now, more insistent. Donna knew she would have to answer eventually and give the boy his well-deserved money. He should be tipped for perseverance alone, much less for delivering the ordered items.
But maybe it wasn't just the money that he was after. Donna had often caught him staring at her as she rummaged through her purse for a few dollar bills. The gaze from his handsome face had made her nipples harden, but she never let on that she noticed his insistent looks. Perhaps, just perhaps, Johnny wanted to see her, to let his eyes roam over her curvaceous body, to feast upon her beauty. Donna thought about the boy for a moment. He was more like a young man, actually, strong and trim, with masculine good looks that made him appear much more mature than his eighteen years. She tried to picture him in her mind; what was the bulge between his legs like? Had she ever stopped to notice it? Did it conceal a man's cock, one that might be used to satisfy that itching that had tormented her for so long?
Donna ran into the bathroom and turned the brass faucets to shut the flow of water. She started to turn away, then went back and flipped the knob that would let the bubbly pool drain out of the tub. By the time she could get back to it, after having paid Johnny and having put away all the food, the water would have cooled anyway.
"Just a minute, Johnny," she blurted out at the top of her lungs. "I'll be down right away." She grabbed a robe from behind the doorway and started out to search for her purse. As she left the bathroom, she caught-one last glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. Not this time, she thought. I'm not going to use my finger on my cunt this time. Donna smiled broadly, then pulled the robe on over her body. She tied it tightly, then pulled it open more loosely, making sure that her lovely neck and the tops of her massive breasts were exposed.
Okay, Johnny, she said to herself. Let's see if you're good enough to earn a really big tip!
Donna unlocked the back door and swung it open. Johnny was standing there, struggling with two large bags stuffed with groceries. Four more were on the ground. The boy had dragged them all from his truck before starting to knock on the door and didn't want to leave without some reward for his efforts.
"Hi, Mrs. Martin ..He looked up and saw Donna standing in the doorway, radiant in her white terry cloth robe that clung to her lovely body. The robe was split open in the front and one slim leg was visible well past the thigh, but the material shut off the boy's view just below crop of pubic hair that covered the woman's pussy.
Johnny's eyes widened as he surveyed Donna's body. He was struggling with two forces within himself; he wanted to drink in every square inch of exposed flesh, but he sought to hide his obvious fascination. Donna wondered whether he was trying to be polite or was just shy.
"Please, Johnny. Come in. I'm sorry I was so long, but as you can see, I just got out of bed." She let the last word roll off her tongue, knowing that visions of her naked body sprawled on the satiny sheets upstairs immediately filled the boy's head.
Donna stood back, holding the screen door open with outstretched arms. Hefting the two bags that he held, Johnny walked through the opening. He turned his body sideways because Donna partially blocked his passage, and as he slid by her body, she leaned forward ever so perceptibly and let her breasts brush against his back.
"Here, just put them on the table." Donna moved in front of him again so that she was in his full view, and led him to the kitchen table. The boy sheepishly put down his burdens then backed off to fetch the others. During his two trips from the back steps to the table, Johnny's eyes never left Donna. Knowing she was being watched, she began to sort through the food items in the bags. She lifted out the cans and boxes and turned to store them on the shelves where they belonged.
Most of the items that she picked had to be placed on the upper shelves, though, so Donna was forced to stretch and reach to complete her tasks. As she did so, the loosely tied robe pulled back, revealing large areas of pink flesh.
"T-t-there you are, Mrs. Martin," Johnny stammered. His eyes were riveted to the woman, and he moved as if mesmerized by her every action. "I-I think I better be going now." He was shy, Donna thought. Isn't that cute! Well, maybe she had to make her invitation more obvious.
"No, Johnny. Don't go yet." Her mind raced for an excuse to keep him. "Here! You could help me put these things away. No one else is home and I don't want anything to spoil. I'd pay you for your time."
The boy just nodded, but Donna knew that by now it wasn't money the boy was after. It was retaining the sight of her. Her eyes fell to the spot between his legs, and Donna noticed that his cock had bulged into full bloom and was pushing uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers. He really was a man, she thought. But he was still a boy in so many ways.
Physically, Johnny had matured early. He had always worked hard all his life, so he had developed powerful arms and legs. When he could spare time from his studies and other duties, the lad had managed to play on several high school sports teams. And now, at eighteen, he had gained a trim, masculine physique that went well with his dark hair and strikingly handsome features.
Funny, Donna thought, he looks so grown up, but when it comes to women, he's just a little boy. She looked him over as if she had never seen him before. And in a way, she hadn't. Before he had always been just the delivery boy; now he was going to be her sex partner.
They rushed around the kitchen, the lad responding immediately to her commands, hanging on her every word. Donna's mind wasn't on their task, and she wanted it over as soon as possible. What she did think about was Johnny's body, his firm buttocks, the hard, muscular legs and arms that would soon be encircling her, and his luscious mouth and tongue that she longed to taste and would soon be tasting her. She moved quickly and flung her robe carelessly behind her, letting it flair out, teasing him with fleeting views of her legs and shoulders and arms. And every time she did that, or brushed up against him as she slid by to get the refrigerator, or held his hand a moment too long when the boy handed her another can, she noticed that the bulge in his pants became fuller.
How long would he stand it, she thought, before he made a lunge for her? Didn't he understand what she wanted of him? Or did he need more encouragement?
At last they were done. Donna knew that she had put everything away all wrong, but she didn't care. She had only one thought now, and it centered on the ache between her legs.
"Here you are, Johnny," she said, reaching into her purse and handing him a ten dollar bill. "Thank you very much for your help." And before the boy could protest that it was too much for so little work, the woman took him by the arm and led him into the living room. "Now you sit there and I'll get us both a nice cool drink."
Donna returned in an instant with two tall glasses tilled with ice and soda. She noticed that Johnny had perched himself on the edge of one of the large, stuffed chairs, and she circled around the coffee table and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs, letting the robe fall open. Immediately the boy's eyes fell to the exposed skin. Donna held out one of the drinks. "Come, Johnny. Sit by me and have some soda."
Hesitatingly, the lad shuffled over to the sofa and plopped down on the soft pillows. As he turned to reach for his drink, Donna leaned forward so that she was right next to him, and her bare knee was pressing against his thigh. Johnny grabbed the glass from her hand and downed it all in one swallow. Little drops of perspiration had broken out on his forehead.
What to do now, Donna thought. Perhaps she should offer him more money to fuck her. She would pay for it, especially now that she could envision his large cock and feel it plunging into her dripping hole. The offer of money for sex didn't bother her. But no, that would just be too much for Johnny to handle right now. She would have to take another path.
"Well, Johnny. We certainly don't see much of each other these days. Where have you been hiding?" Her knee was still pressed against him. "At least I expected you to visit Anne. She's a very pretty girl, you know."
"Yes," he responded, beginning to get more comfortable with the situation now. "But I just never seem to have time for much nowadays."
"Really? Don't have time for girls? That must be very ... frustrating." And as she spoke the last word, she reached for his empty glass, taking it from his hand. To do so, though, she had to position her body across his lap so that his face was just inches from her.
Johnny drank in her fragrance and let his eyes rove over the patches of sweet skin that were so close. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here was a woman, a beautiful older woman, and she was throwing herself at him. His cock was hard, harder than it had been in a long time, and he could feel the throb of blood pounding against the outstretched flesh. It hurt him, but it was a delicious pain, and he longed for it to continue while hoping it would end.
Donna stood up. "Can I get you another drink?" she asked, but he didn't hear her. That last stretch had done it; her robe no longer clung to her body. The tie had come undone, and the material hung straight down from her shoulders, leaving a wide path of uncovered flesh. The most important parts: her large, full breasts that jutted out past the edges of the cloth; her golden patch of downy covering that curled around her lovely little cunt. The boy's eyes stared at the vision he held before him, as if afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear.
"What's the matter, Johnny?" she asked, suddenly aware of the opening in the robe. "Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?"
He had, he thought, but never one like this. He had fucked his share of sexy high school chicks, but this was something different. His cock pushed against the constraints of his pants, and he found he had to stand to get some relief from the pressure down there.
"Come here, Johnny." The woman's voice was barely a whisper now, but the boy responded immediately. Donna put the two glasses she held on the table, then opened her arms to encircle the approaching lad. Now her arms were around him, and she pulled him against her body. Even through the fabric of his shirt, Johnny could feel the pert, firm nipples pressing into his chest. Their lips met, and Donna instantly forced her tongue deep into the lad's throat.
Johnny felt as if a shock had gone through him, and he ground his straining prick against the woman's bare thighs. He responded immediately with a deep, wet kiss, and he squeezed the beautiful body with all his strength. Donna broke away. "Easy," she said, "we'll never get anywhere like this." She backed out of his grasp, then let the robe slide languorously to the floor.
The young man stared at her incredible body for a moment, then began to fumble with his buttons. Donna moved over to him to help, but her presence so close to him only left Johnny in a state of awe. He was rooted to the spot, and Donna, sensing this, began to undress him, slowly at first, trying to cool down the boy's obviously mounting passions. If he were to continue at this rate, Donna thought, he wouldn't last long enough to satisfy her every desire.
Johnny tried to plant another kiss on Donna's full lips, but the woman tilted her head to avoid his mouth. She had his shirt off now, and she ran her lips over his neck and down across his chest. The older woman used her tongue to leave a trail of wetness that warmed the skin wherever it touched, until she had the object of her wishes within her grasp. In an instant she had the boy's nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking with a passion.
Donna continued to tongue the sensitive area on the boy's chest, and with one hand reached down and began to undo the belt, then the button that held the trousers over the lad's cock. The pants zipper opened effortlessly, and without removing her furiously working mouth from his nipple, she reached under the cloth of Johnny's shorts and encircled the boy's organ.
Johnny moaned at the touch, and Donna stopped what she was doing. She pushed her hand further along the shaft, searching for its end. God, he was well-hung, she thought. If her feel was any indication, the lad must be sporting a ten-inch prick. She wanted to buried in her, and she wanted it now. But she held back on her immediate desires. It would be a long afternoon, she knew, and there would be plenty of time for fucking. Right now there were other things to do.
She lovingly gave the rock-hard cock a few tugs, then reached underneath and cupped the heavy sack that held the boy's balls in her hand. Johnny moaned and wrapped his arms around her head, pulling her ever closer to him. He was like an uncontrollable animal now, long denied any pleasurable experiences like this, thinking, demanding only one thing.
Donna was smothering under his bear-hug, but she managed to get free enough to say: "Easy, Johnny. You can have me, but you better get undressed first."
The lad backed off and within an instant his clothes lay strewn about on the floor. He stood in front of Donna now, and the woman looked him over. Yes, her appraisal had been right. His cock was a huge thing, all red and veined and sticking straight out in front of him. The purplish head was round and full, and she noticed a drop of white liquid forming at the tip. Well, she thought, that can be taken care of later. But her own needs came first.
"Let's sit down over here," she said, leading the young man over to the luxurious softness of the sofa.
Donna sat next to the boy and noticed his eyes staring at her enormous breasts. "Do you like my titties, Johnny?" she asked. And when the lad nodded yes, she said, "Then why don't you touch them?"
He was on her in an instant, his hands roaming over tits and waist and arms and face. He was like an endless stream of hands, never stopping for a moment, trying to cover every square inch of her skin all at once.
Donna lay back against the pillowy softness and let Johnny's body fall on top of her. She kissed him hard once, then led his mouth to her nipples. The boy needed no coaching. He sucked one of the luscious apples into his mouth, and then began to suck on it, as if nursing from his mother's breasts. He used his tongue to get it nice and wet, and then he left that one to work on the other.
Donna could feel the boy's hard cock pressing into her thigh so close to her cunt. Spasms of desire coursed through her body originating from the spot between her legs. She had to have something to quell the fires that raged there. A cock, a hand, a tongue, anything.
She grabbed the boy's left hand that was roving up and down her body and brought it to the juicing pussy. "Please," she begged, "stick it in. Stick one of your fingers inside." The boy did what he was told, and Donna began to feel some relief from the terrible, wonderful tensions that built up within her body.
Now he was advancing a two-fronted attack. Johnny let his mouth and his one free hand take care of the woman's breasts and lips and face, while his other hand worked furiously and expertly on her pulsing twat. Donna's head was swimming with pleasure. She lost track of time; she couldn't even remember that she was in her home, her own living room. If her husband or one of her children had walked in just then, she would not-nay, could not-stop. She would not even acknowledge the presence of another person. All she cared about was her young lover and the orgasm that was building up deep within her belly.
Donna groaned. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "Rub it ... rub me hard ... oooohhh!" She arched her back and let the waves of pleasure overcome her entire body. Then in a moment she was coming. The stabs of the orgasm wracked her hips, and she bounded as every plateau was reached, grinding her pussy cruelly against the young boy's hand. But she didn't care now. All she wanted was that final all-fulfilling sensation that had been denied her so long. No more would she have to content with her own hand. She had a man now, a young, horny stud to bring her body the crests of enjoyment that she was missing.
Donna thrashed about, her head turning wildly from side to side, as the nerve endings all over her peaked with excitement, then finally, slowly, languorously subsided into a feeling of calm and relaxation. She smiled, then opened her eyes to see Johnny staring at her, half in wonder, half in pride at what he had done.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You sure are a sexy lady!" And he reached down and tweaked her pussy again with his thumb and finger.
Donna noticed that the lad's rocklike prick was still just as hard, still just as long, and pressing eagerly against her thigh. She moved out from under the boy. Johnny sat up, his cock sticking up into his lap, and Donna reached for it, taking it in both her hands. Immediately the organ began to throb, and droplets of white fluid formed at the tip. He was close, Donna knew. Too close for more than a moment's fuck. And she needed something longer than that. She would have to do something to make him last.
"Thank you, Johnny," she said, and kissed him fully on the mouth. She let her tongue explore the inner recesses of his oral cavity, and then she gradually began to move down his body. She let her hands move with her lips, over his shoulders, down across his waist, and finally to his hips. Then she opened her mouth and let her head rest over the tip of his cock. In a flash, she had the head of his prick buried within the wetness of her inner cheeks.
Johnny groaned and lay back against the sofa. He knew that he couldn't stand much of this and wanted to enjoy every moment. Donna spread her lips to accommodate the huge organ, and slowly began to bob her head up and down its long shaft. She felt him tense and sensed the cock begin to grow even larger, if that were possible. Or maybe it was just the pounding, throbbing of the blood through the veins of the prick.
Donna's movements began to pick up speed as the young man closed his eyes and groaned with excitement. The waves of pleasure were filling his body now, and he concentrated on that warm, moist mouth that first pulled at, then pushed against the straining skin of his cock. He felt terrific. Never before had anyone so expertly sucked on his prick. Donna was a master. She used her mouth as if it were a hand, cupping his dick, squeezing it, pulling at it, tugging at it, making him want to come.
Johnny held back as long as he could, gritting his teeth against the impending explosion, hoping that the intense pleasure would never end. But then it was all over for him. He felt his balls swell up with his hot sperm and his cock begin to pulse and throb against the woman's mouth. And then he was coming. His prick bounced and banged against Donna's lips, and the woman took the entire organ deep into her throat, sucking on the hot fluids that came shooting out of the end. She swallowed his come as fast as she could, but still there was more, filling her mouth, threatening to choke her with its volume.
Finally the flood began to subside, and Donna was able to lap up every last bit of the boy's juices. She milked his cock dry, and then let the still partially hard cock slip from between her lips.
She looked up at Johnny, surveying his lean hard body with her eyes, and watching him as he came down from the heaven that kept his eyes closed. Soft whimpers of enjoyment escaped from his lips.
In a few minutes he was back on the earth and staring back at her. As his glance met hers, the young boy smiled. He was happy, as happy as he had ever been.
But Donna was just beginning. She got up and knelt over the reclining figure, letting her breasts rub against his cock and chest as she inched her way up his body. Now she was over his face with her own, and she planted a salty, wet kiss on his mouth, mashing her tits into the boy's shoulders. Johnny reached up and hugged the older woman, pulling her even closer to him. He tasted the briny warmth of his own come, and immediately his cock responded by starting to rise up towards his belly again.
Donna noticed his rising erection and grabbed for the organ. "Well do something about this later," she whispered, "but first, it's my turn." She rolled off of his body and positioned herself on the sofa. Then she pushed the young lad onto the floor where she had just been and into a spot between her legs. She spread her thighs, then drew his head closer to her body.
Johnny began to kiss the woman's thighs, soft and silky and so wonderful to his touch. Donna was holding him by his neck now, and she urged him on towards her willing, waiting pussy. Soon he was there, and Donna was burning with desire again. She ran her fingers through the lad's hair, and in an instant she felt his lips kissing her juicing cunt.
The boy had never done this before, but he was willing to learn. He let his lips move over the pink skin of the older woman's pussy, and then he shot his tongue out into its inner recesses. "Oooh," Donna cried. "That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue....
Now the boy knew what to do. He stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and made it as stiff as his now fully-erect cock. Then he began to lap at the woman's cunt, ramming it with his tongue, tasting her juices with his mouth, and nuzzling the sensitive skin with his lips.
He was learning fast and Donna was rapidly approaching another orgasm. The boy seemed to sense this, and he doubled his efforts, moving more rapidly, pushing his tongue against the tender area of her clit, grabbing her by the hips and moving her in rhythm to his pounding, insistent penetration of her open pussy.
"Ooooohhhh!" she cried. "Please, Johnny. Do it some more. Make it feel good ... soooo goood .. " She gasped for breath, running her hand over her nipples and then down her sides and over her hips. Now her fingers were in the boy's hair, tugging at it, making his head bob back and forth ever more rapidly, his stiff tongue pounding in and out of her pussy. She was going to come now, for the second time in a matter of moments, a second beautiful, longing, fulfilling orgasm-a product of this healthy young stud who was eagerly lapping at her pussy.
Oh, why hadn't she thought of this before? There were lots of young men, lots of hard cocks out there who would love to be buried deep inside her lovely body. Instead she had waited for her husband to come back to her; she had wanted to remain faithful, and instead had frustrated herself. No longer would she have to use her own finger to bring herself off, she vowed. She would search for and find handsome young men to do it for her.
And with that thought, Donna released a stream of her warm, come juices into the furiously lapping mouth of the first of what was sure to be a long line of young studs.
Johnny let her bodily spasms come to rest before taking his mouth off her pussy. He gave her cunt one last kiss, and then he swung her legs off the floor and onto the couch.
"Now," he said, looking down at his extended cock, "I'm going to fuck you."
He jumped onto the sofa, positioning himself between her widespread thighs. He reached down and took his long cock in his hand. Even with his fist fully around it, he could not conceal its entire length. Donna looked at it with a combination of desire and apprehension. Could she take that monster inside her? It had been so long since she had fucked. Would that huge organ hurt her?
But then young Johnny rubbed the big head of his prick against her pussy lips, still wet with his saliva and her come juices, and Donna began to relax. She knew now that she could take his cock, she could take any cock and enjoy it. And she promised herself silently that she would never again deny herself any pleasure.
The young boy thrust his hips forward and parted her willing pussy lips with the tip of his cock. Then he slowly began to inch the length of his shaft down her love channel. As the prick moved along, Donna found herself involuntarily opening her legs even wider, hoping to engulf every bit of his rod with her moist cunt-mouth.
Now he was in her all the way and slowly he began to make that longing journey back out. He moved with an ease and agility that Donna would never had guessed he possessed. She thought he was just a young, inexperienced stud, but he was showing her now that he knew how to make love to a woman's body. He paid attention to her other tingling spots. He kissed her lips and her breasts, playing with the nipples with his fingers and running his palm lightly over the skin of the other parts of her body. He grabbed one cheek of her ass, and once, while he was thrusting into her pussy hole with his cock, he shoved one finger into her tight asshole. He left it there for a while, then began to move it in rhythm with pummeling hips.
Donna was afloat on a cloud now, dreamily letting the myriad pleasures invade her body and overcome all of her other sensations. All she cared about now was the strong young man on top of her; she cared not who he was but only what he was doing to her. She held onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and moving to meet his every thrust. She hugged him close to her, letting his powerful chest cover her firm breasts, and she ran her hands over his back, down across his waist, and onto his buttocks, pulling at him when he entered her, urging him on to deeper penetrations.
Soon she lost all track of time. All she knew was that this stud had ignited her body, awakened it to pleasures she had forgotten. Her hips undulated with his, and her pussy ground achingly against his groin when their bodies met, and pulsed desirously for his long, hard shaft when he withdrew from her pussy, even for a moment.
Donna enjoyed the fucking she was getting, letting her orgasm wait. But then it was upon her, creeping up through her entire body before she was aware of it. She felt as if she were on the top of a roller coaster ride, and the car had just peaked at the top of the hill, and was now about to plunge down into the valley. She arched her back and cried out. "Oh! Fuck me! Do it to me! Shove that cock inside me ... harder, Johnny ... harder! Do it! DO IT! DO IT! Noooowww ... "
Johnny began to thrust even faster and harder into her throbbing pussy. He knew she was on the edge, and he meant to bring her to her third orgasm of the day before his aching balls could spew forth their next load of hot sperm. He pushed and pounded her with his cock, using his mouth and his hands to reach wherever he could. He pulled at her nipples with his lips, and squeezed the soft skin of her ass between his fingers.
And then she was there. I'm commmiiinnnng...." she cried. "Oh! I'm ... COMMINNGGG...." and she pulled on the body above her with all her might, thrusting her hips into the air to meet his pummeling cock, to set her off on her own orgasm, and to receive the bursts of hot come that now spit forth from Johnny's burning penis.
They lay there, exhausted for a while. Then Donna wriggled out from underneath her young lover and began to pick up the clothes that lay strewn around the floor. Her body felt wonderful, but she wanted to take no chances. She had to get the lad out of there before anyone walked in on them unexpectedly.
Johnny grinned up at the woman, looking admiringly at her body. A few drops of come still hung to the end of his cock, and Donna bent down and kissed them off.
"Oh, wow! Mrs. Martin, I ... I just don't know what to say. I...." stammered the boy. Donna smiled back at him. It was she who would be grateful to him, she thought, both for the immediate pleasures she had just enjoyed and for the new-found freedoms that would bring her many new experiences like this one.
"That's all right, Johnny. Don't say anything ... but you had better finish off your deliveries before you are missed."
The boy took the cue and got dressed quickly. As he opened the back door to leave, Donna took him by the shoulders and kissed him chastely on the lips. It was almost a motherly kiss, a farewell to a son off on a journey. She knew that although Johnny had used his cock well on her, she would not fuck him again. Not when there were others waiting for her, desiring her body. Tomorrow she would have to call up a new market and arrange for a new delivery boy.
Johnny also sensed that he would not be back. But that was all right with him. He had just had a great lay, and besides, when he had reached into his jean pocket for the keys to the truck, he had found two fifty dollar bills tucked inside.
Donna ran up the stairs and quickly got into her clothes. She felt like a teen-ager off on her first date. She was off on an adventure, one that was certain to change her life. There was only one person to share it with. Her best friend, Vanessa. And Vanessa would be at only one place now. Where she always was every day until her husband came home from work: at the Lovely Lady Health Club.
Donna pulled the car out of the garage and then an image popped into her mind. The last time she was at the Club she had become aware of the number of young, muscular attendants who were there to instruct the woman on exercise and other matters of health. Not that any one of the women ever took advantage of their advice. Mostly the members sat around the pool, took in the sun, gossiped, and played cards. But then, Donna thought, what were they really there for? Could it be that the Club had provided them for the "use" of the members-after hours, that is? Or maybe it wasn't anything that formal. Maybe all one had to do was approach ... suggest ... and make an offer.
She had to find out. She would ask Vanessa. Who knows, she might even start her newly discovered sexual liberation right there at the Club.
CHAPTER TWO
Charles Martin looked anxiously out of the limousine window. He had told the chauffeur to drive him directly home, and he had fiddled impatiently in the back seat while they made the thirty minute drive from downtown. For the first time in who-knows-how-long, he had managed to take an afternoon off from work.
It wasn't easy owning your own business, he thought. Even one as successful and established as his. You always have to be there to make the final decisions, to determine what will be the direction of the company over the next few years. It was as if he were wedded to the business, more than to his beautiful wife. And he had felt the effects-both on himself and on the relationships he had seen disintegrate with the other members of the family.
And now, as the car pulled into the driveway, his heart sank. The house looked deserted. His worst fear had been realized. Now he knew what was galling him all the way home: he would get there and find that the others had scattered.
"All right, Jenks," he told the chauffeur. "Take the car into town and have it washed." He knew that the older man would rather spend the time in his apartment over the garages, but Charles wanted to take no chances. If Donna were home, he would wish to be as alone with her as possible.
He looked around before heading for the front door. The kids' cars were gone, but that was to be expected on a warm summer afternoon. But what about his wife's automobile? He shook his head now, disgustedly. It was nowhere in sight.
I should have phoned ahead, he thought. But then that would have ruined the surprise. Besides, he had tried this before, but something always popped up, and he had never made it home. Donna had been terribly disappointed, and he just didn't want to risk another week of her cold shoulders.
No, he thought, as he entered through the archway. No one here. The house was still. Not a sound emanated from any of the fifteen rooms on two floors. To be sure, Charles took one quick look through all of the rooms in which Donna might be found.
He was just about to go up to his den and do some work when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He ran to the front window and looked out, only to see Paulette, their maid, getting out of a taxi with a few packages in her hands.
Funny, Charles thought. He had always had a hard time thinking of Paulette as the family maid. She didn't seem to fit the image of a servant that the man held in his mind. She was quite young, about the same age as Anne, his daughter. She looked like the offspring, too. Firm young breasts, large but not too big, a tiny waist above full hips and long, sensuous legs. They could almost be sisters, and often when Paulette had first come to work for them, Anne had introduced her around as her long-lost cousin.
Charles had thought it was a funny joke, but had soon forgotten all about it. Now, for the first time in a long while, he took an appraising look at the young girl. She certainly was beautiful. Her long, blond hair and her luscious, full figure looked invitingly like those of his wife-the woman he had returned home early to see.
Charles stood at the window and watched the girl walk provocatively towards the door. In spite of himself, Charles felt his cock responding to the sight of this luscious creature. He quickly rearranged his pants to cover his swelling erection.
"Hello, Paulette," he said as the girl entered the room. The maid stopped and looked at him, surprised to see him there. Then her eyes darted over his hard, trim body and rested on the bulge between his legs.
She smiled at him. "Why, Mr. Martin. What are you doing home so early?" Her eyes dropped to that growing pouch once more.
Charles couldn't believe what was happening. This beautiful, desirable young girl was actually trying to entice him. She stood there, flirting with him unashamedly. And he was involuntarily getting harder as she tried to provoke him. Well, Charles thought, he had brought his business to success by never missing an opportunity. He wouldn't do so now either. First, he would see just how far the girl would go.
"Actually, I came home early today for a little companionship. But there doesn't seem to be anyone here." He said grinning, "except you, that is."
"Oh, well, sir," she responded without a moment's hesitation. "If that's what you want, then I can give it to you. Just let me put away these things I picked up for Mrs. Martin." And she scurried off down the hallway, letting her skirt kick up around her thighs.
Charles looked at his watch. It was still early. The lads would be out until late (they hardly ever were home for dinner), and Donna was most likely out at the Club. The Club, that damned Club, he thought. That's where she always was. Well, if he fucked Paulette, it would be her tough luck. He Came home to fuck his wife, but now all he wanted to do was just fuck.
Paulette came back in the room. "Well, Mr. Martin. What would you like to do?"As if she didn't know, she thought to herself.
"Oh, nothing special in mind, Paulette. What were you planning on doing if I weren't here?"
"Actually, sir, I had wanted to get at the upstairs bedrooms. You know, straightening them and cleaning. But I don't have to ... unless you don't mind talking up there." She smiled provocatively, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Sure, Paulette, that will be just fine." And taking her by the elbow, the older man led the delicate young beauty up the stairs.
Paulette busied herself in the bedroom, attending to piles of clothes that lay neglected on a chair, then straightening up Donna Martin's dressing table, putting the perfumes back, moving the brushes, collecting the jewelry and depositing it in the large, wooden chest.
Charles Martin watched the young girl work, surveying her full-bodied figure with his eyes. She moved deliberately, letting the short skirt she wore flap as she walked, revealing large expanses of soft, pink skin. He felt his cock go stiff again, and he moved uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if perhaps he had misread the signals she was sending him.. The worker kept up a stream of chatter, but all of it innocent and none of it as fetching as it had been downstairs. Then she made one maneuver that convinced Charles he had been right all along.
"Now I must make the bed," Paulette chirped before turning so that her back was to her employer. She bent over the king-sized mattress and pulled at the covers that had been kicked aside since early that morning. As she did so, she was forced to reach across the bed, and, bent in that position, her skirt was pulled up entirely over her buttocks. Charles looked and then smiled. Then he looked again. Why that little bitch isn't wearing any panties! And she wasn't.
He stared for a moment at the large, luscious cheeks and the soft downy patch in the crack between. His cock shot straight up in the air, and before he knew it, he had pulled the hard organ out of his pants and began to rub it up and down.
Paulette heard the sound of the zipper and knew what he was doing. She waited a few moments, then turned around to face him. Her eyes descended to the vital area, then she feigned surprise. "Oh, Mr. Martin! What are you doing?" Then, as if drawn by magnetic forces, the girl moved towards the spot where the man stood jerking off. She reached out and took the prick in. her hands.
"Ooooh," she cooed, "how nice! So large, so hard. I bet that's given a lot a women a great time." She held the shaft in one palm, and as she spoke, she began to massage the organ back and forth, feeling the skin tighten up as the prick began to swell and enlarge.
Charles watched the girl's action. She was good, he thought, applying just the right touch, heavy enough to arouse him, but light enough to delay his erection until it could be used for better things. "Wouldn't you like to kiss it?" Charles asked lustfully. But it was a question thrown to the air, since no answer was needed. Paulette was already licking her lips and bending closer to the erect organ, and the older man grabbed her by the shoulders and led her slowly but firmly towards the intended mark.
Paulette was on her knees now, in front of the long, thick stranger that stuck out in front of Charles. She reached inside the open zipper and cupped the skin-sack that held the two round balls, and with the other hand she undid the botton holding up the man's pants. In a second, she had the material pushed back, exposing a mound of dark, fuzzy hair. Paulette stuck her nose in the tangle and nuzzled around, letting her cheeks rub along the taut skin of her employer's rod.
The blond girl began to kiss the area, tugging at the shirt hanging over the man's lean belly, and running the surface of her flat, wet tongue over the tightly-stretched skin. She could feel the shivers of delight swirling through his body by this time, but still she would not go directly to his cock. Instead, she brought her tongue around and across the man's hard, muscular hips, then down over his outer and inner thighs, pushing the trousers and shorts out of her path as she moved.
Suddenly she pressed her hot lips against his warm, loaded balls. She opened her mouth wide, sucking one in first, then spiting it out and sucking in the other. She could feel the tremendous heat in them, and the ripples of intense pleasure that quaked the man's body. After a few minutes of that, the young girl licked and nibbled her way up the underside of her boss's rigid staff until finally her tongue caressed the sensitive cock head. She kissed it moistly-fleeting, tender, wet kisses, and began to run the tip of her tongue around its turgid rim.
Charles resisted an urge to grab the girl's head and push his hard cock into her mouth. But he was not about to rush things any more than she was, and so he let her have it her own way. The girl played around with his cock for several more tantilizing moments, bringing the blood pounding into his prick, driving him on to the point of orgasm, then backing off, cooling him down, making it last. She tasted the lubricating fluids that came from the small slit in his dick, and she could feel the throbbing beats of his wildly churning heart. Finally, just as Charles could stand it no longer, the girl opened her mouth wide and went down on his organ, taking as much of it as she could inside her moist cheeks.
She had brought about half of the long, hard rod past her lips when the tip began to bang against the girl's throat. Paulette closed her eyes, took a keep breath, and then adjusted her head so that her neck stretched out straight. In another moment, most of the rest of the prick was pressed against the inside of her mouth.
The girl let her head stay where it was for about a minute, sucking at his prick a little, exploring the bottom of the shaft with her tongue, and pressing the hot, swollen meat with the insides of her moist cheeks. Then she began to move her mouth up and down very slowly. She pulled back until just the smooth head was between her hungry lips, then slid back down the pole again. She moved exquisitely, carefully, languorously, savoring the feel of the full, hot prick in her mouth, striving to taste it, so very happy with the sensations that overcame her. The spot between her legs was beginning to get damp, and she could sense the tightness beginning to knot her stomach and tense her pussy.
Charles looked down from time to time, amused to see the girl struggling to encompass his huge organ with her mouth, yet so obviously satisfied to take every inch inside. Occasionally a moan would escape his lips, and he threw his head back under the intense excitement that was building up in his gut. He let the girl work on him as she took her time, making it last. But after several moments, he could feel the blood rushing to his prick, making it even larger and harder, and he reached down for the girl's head. He held her by the back of the neck and began to shove his prong deeply down her throat. At first, the girl began to gag, but soon she had repositioned her head, and she could accommodate the giant battering ram that was mouth-fucking her.
He was moving faster now, oblivious to the girl, aware only of the moist, warmth that surrounded his prick. He knew he was about to come, and nothing he could do would stop him now.
Paulette sensed the approaching orgasm and readied herself for the load of hot sperm that would soon be spewing down her throat. She really went to work on his cock, now, urging him on, making him come. She ran her mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, sucking hard on his shaft, twirling her tongue like a tiny flame, and letting him feel her teeth. She pulled on the staff with her cheeks, making soft mewing and licking sounds all the while. She held his balls in her hand, massaging them, begging for their release into her mouth. Then the girl felt the spasming begin deep inside his groin and she got ready for her drink.
He exploded in her mouth, and she gulped the hot, sticky fluid down as fast as she could. And she really sucked him dry before she let his pulsing cock drop from her mouth.
Charles still had hold of the girl's hair, crushing it between his clenched fists. Neither one moved for several moments, and Paulette nuzzled up against the limp cock with her cheek. Both were gasping for breath, each lost in a world of pleasure, unaware of the other. But soon Charles pulled the girl upright and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips.
"Wow, Paulette, you sure know how to suck cock." Charles grinned at the young girl. "And for being so good, you deserve a really great fuck. But first, let me lick and eat your pussy for a while. That really turns me on." And in a flash, Charles was pulling at the girl's clothes, removing them to expose her luscious body.
Soon Paulette stood there in nothing but her panties. The older man looked her over, letting his eyes rest on the firm, round breasts that jutted out smartly in front of her. The nipples were round and lush, surrounded by a dark patch of wrinkled skin. As Charles watched them, he saw them harden and turn red as the girl flushed with excitement.
He bent his head and kissed her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and nibbling on the tit. Then he began to kiss her all over, working his way slowly but deliberately towards her hairy muff. As he reached her stomach, leaving long trails of wetness with his tongue, he reached around behind the young girl and peeled the panties down her legs. Paulette stepped out of them, being careful not to dislodge his mouth from her body, and kicked them aside.
"No, wait," she whispered. "Let me lie down." She edged back towards the bed and glided gently over the mattress. Charles followed on his knees. All he could think about was getting into her sweet pussy, licking her gash with his tongue. Paulette lifted her ass and slid a few pillows under her cheeks to lift her open crotch in the air-to give him a better approach to her cunt. Charles pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. Then he bent over and began to nibble and kiss all around the inner surfaces of her thighs.
Paulette felt herself start to react to his attentions, and she put her hands down, one on top of her head, the other holding her cunt lips open for his tongue, and she pressed his face tightly against her pulsating crotch.
Then his tongue was in her pussy, linking the outer lips, caressing the soft clitoris, and hiding up and in as far as he could push it, licking at the inner walls of her runt. The girl began squirming and writhing and humping her ass up at him, moaning loudly that she was about to come off any moment. Her ass was gyrating wildly in the air, but still the man's tongue clung to her gash. His hot tongue worked like a steam engine, fucking in and out of her quivering cunt. She was seeping with plenty of hot juices. and some of it rolled down the sides of his mouth, but still he was able to stay with her.
The older man kept working on the girl's pussy, driving her on with his insistent tongue, and sending chills and shivers through her body. She felt her stomach tighten, and soon her groin was aching with the prodding and probing he was giving her. Then she was over the edge, riding the waves of an orgasm that exploded all the way up into her brain, shattering every nerve in her jerking body.
She lay there gasping and panting, trying to get her breath back on an even keel, almost catatonic, not really aware of what was happening. Every muscle and nerve in her body was relaxed, and the girl felt like a mass of quivering jelly from her come.
Then she became vaguely awakened by the tickling of the man's tongue as it moved up her body. Stealthily it crept over her waist and then paused over each tit, caressing the one and then the other, playing no favorites but giving equal attention to each. He swirled one nipple and then the other in between his lips, licking the puckering skin, kissing and sucking with a careless abandon. He lingered there, teasing the nipples to make them long and hard, all the while letting his hand wander over the other areas of her sensitive skin.
Now he was lying next to her, leaning so that part of his body covered her own. She could feel his muscular weight upon her, and with one free hand she reached down and grabbed his prick. It was standing straight up against his belly, thick and stiff, all hot and throbbing. The girl gave the organ a few lingering strokes and then looked deeply into the older man's eyes.
"Oh, no, Mr. Martin. You mustn't use that thing on me. It's too big. You'll hurt me. My poor little cuntie will never take that big thing inside."
She was playing with him now, making him long for her even more. Charles quickly picked up on her game. "Oh, yes you will. You'll take every inch inside that tight little twat of yours and you'll love it." He gave her a quick slap across one buttock and grabbed her by her shoulders, holding her down.
He came down on top of her now, pinning her to the mattress with his body. His cock was pressed into her thigh, and he writhed with expectation, driving the long organ nearer and nearer to her pussy. Soon the head had found its mark and was inching its way past the outer lips of her cunt.
"No," she cried in mock horror. "Please don't do that to me, sir!" She was attempting to struggle against his strength, but he was easily able to overcome her. Now she was his servant girl again, and she was urging him on to take her by force.
The master gave her another quick rap with the back of his hand, then inserted one knee between her tightly pressed legs. He pushed and they lay wide open, and he brought his other knee down and held her thighs spread apart. Then he brought both her hands above her head, and, pinning them down with one hand, he reached down with the other and placed the tip of his burning prick against her dripping hole.
With one quick lunge he buried himself in her. He lay on top of her, not moving, and still holding her immobile under him. His groin was pressed cruelly against hers, and his dark hairs mingled with her blond ones. Then he began to move, pulling back the full length of his prick, letting the head rest just inside her pussy lips, then once again lunging forward, prodding her belly with his cock.
The girl was responding now. She brought her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Charles let go of her wrists, and she hugged him close to her, mashing her breasts with his chest. And as the man rocked back and forth, riding her pussy, the girl arched her back, rushing to meet his every thrust.
"Oooh, Mr. Martin," the girl whispered breathlessly into his ear, "what are you doing to me? This is so nasty. No, no ... don't fuck my little pussy." The girl's pleas only made the man more excited, and he shoved and stuck his cock into her dripping hole with renewed energy.
Soon he was riding her with a measured rhythm, feeling the oozy lubricant juicing from her cunt and greasing the channel for his plunging cock. He would pull out, almost beyond the pink lips that encompassed his organ, then relax his body, letting its weight force his hard shaft deep into the oiled passageway.
They were all arms and legs now, entangled in each other's grasp on the bed, rocking and thrashing back and forth. Charles held her tightly to him, one arm around her head and the other at her waist. The girl occasionally would let her legs fall from their place around his hips, and drop them to the bed. Then she set her heels against the mattress and pushed as the long staff of pleasure plunged into her. She arched her back against his massive assault, all the while whimpering, "No ... please don't ... don't fuck me ... I'm too young, Mr. Martin, please ... you'll hurt me with that cock of yours ... no, no, don't ... please stop...."
Charles just groaned and continued pumping her. His cock was getting more rigid now, spreading her tender little pussy even wider. She was tight down there, he thought, and she managed to use her vaginal muscles like fingers, pulling against his organ when it was buried inside her love canal, and reaching for him as he pulled out. He knew that he couldn't last much longer without shooting his entire load of come into her belly, and he bit his lip, trying to divert his mind and his nerve endings from the impact of what was happening to him.
He could feel it now, his balls aching for release, the gentle trickle of fluids starting to drop from the head of his prick. But just then, Paulette buckled underneath the onslaught of his pounding cock, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled his mouth onto hers. They clanked teeth as their lips met, and the girl shot her tongue straight into the man's throat. The effect was overpowering. Nothing could have held back his hot sperm now, and Charles groaned as his throbbing cock spit forth with glob upon glob of sticky white fluid.
He came endlessly, depositing months of stored-up orgasm fluids within her pussy. He had needed to fuck, wanted to fuck, was looking forward to sticking his prick in Donna. But Paulette had been here, instead, and Charles had found her a wonderful substitute.
The girl was moaning and writhing beneath his now limp body. "No," she whined, "not yet ... not so soon...." She continued to undulate her hips, sucking at his dying cock with her grasping pussy, wanting it never to end. The fuck had been intense but short, and now the girl was calling for her own release.
Charles rolled off her and took her in his arms. They kissed, and the girl arched up against him, flattening her breasts between their tightly contacting torsos. "Oh, Mr. Martin," she called out, "do something. I'm burning down there. Please help me ... help me now."
Charles grabbed her dripping pussy and began to palm it, using the broad, flat side of his hand to massage the entire area, especially the clitoris. But still the girl could not stop moaning and bouncing. She had to have more, and he was going to be the one to give it to her.
Swiftly she reached down and grasped the spongy flesh of the older man's prick. The organ glistened with the lubricants of her pussy juice and his own come. Her hand slid easily along the shaft as she massaged it, enticing him to another erection. Soon the shaft began to firm up and tighten under her constant manipulation. And with a few more pulls of the staff, Paulette brought her employer to an even larger erection than he had attained at first.
Now she was no longer the innocent younger girl being sexually used by a lustful male. She was a mature woman, in full command, and demanding her own orgasm. When Charles was ready, Paulette pushed him over, flat on his back, and straddled his outstretched body with one leg. She poised over him for an instant, and with one hand reached down and grabbed his long pole. The head slipped easily past her pussy lips, and then with one massive lunge, she sat straight down, driving the rock-hard prick deep inside her opening.
"Aaaahhh!" Charles gasped, feeling the shock of the insistent pussy that had captured his cock, swallowing it up. Paulette let the full weight of her body rest on his groin, then, still sitting up straight, she worked her hips up and down a few times. Charles groaned again, and the girl leaned forward, bringing her breasts within his reach. The man instinctively grabbed for them, taking one in each hand and starting to move his penis within her juicing pussy. He busied his hands with the soft skin of her tits, massaging and kneading, palming the hard nipples, and he let the energetic beauty who rode his cock give him the fucking of his life.
"Do you like it, Mr. Martin?" The girl looked into the dazed eyes of her employer. "Tell me that you like it."
"Oh, yes, Paulette. It feels so good. Do it to me, baby. Don't stop now, give it to me hard." All the while he kept playing with her breasts, making the flesh ache under his demanding hands. And the girl closed her eyes and raised and lowered her hips in a steady rhythm, pulling her pussy up slightly so that his cock was partly out, then plunging down on it to match his upward thrusts. She felt as if she were going to come any second, more frantic and persistent, and she lost any consciousness of the needs of the man beneath her. All she could feel was his cock, his stiff, long, hard, probing cock pushing all the way up into her, rubbing her clit, stretching the inner walls of her pussy, making every nerve in her whole body tingle with excitement.
Involuntarily she gasped, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" over and over again as her body slammed down on his prick. She felt the head battering up against her womb, and she sucked in her breath as the organ engorged, throbbed, sputtered. She could hardly think. Her breathing was erratic. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. She gritted her teeth, then felt herself begin to come. She yelled out at the top of her lungs and shuddered from head to toe. She slammed her body once more down on his pole, letting its full length probe deeply into her, and then her body began to contract spasmodically. Her vagina pulsated, gripping, sucking at, and swallowing up his throbbing, spurting cock. The man still moved in and out of her, unable to stop now that he was coming, and the girl met his rhythmic thrusts as she crested on the waves of her own orgasm.
When it was over, she collapsed on top of the older man, resting there as he stroked her hair and kissed her sweating cheeks. "Yes, yes," he whispered in her ear. "I know how you feel. That was terrific."
His cock slip out of her, and Paulette rolled over and lay beside the man. Then she sat up and looked down at the object that had given her so much pleasure. She bent over from the waist and gave it a kiss. A drop of seminal fluid appeared on the tip, and the girl eagerly licked it off. Then she stood up and began to gather up her clothes from where they lay strewn on the floor.
"You'll have to excuse me now, Mr. Martin. I have to get back to my chores." Her voice was impassive now, as if nothing more than a few moments of pleasant conversation has passed between them. She quickly dressed, pulling her skirt down over her waist, and arranging the material to appear more demure, more in keeping with her position in the household.
Charles watched her from the bed. His mind was racing. When he had first come home, with thoughts of sex on his mind, he had had no idea that he would wind up fucking this young maid. He thought of all that happened. The teasing, the flirtation, the sucking and fucking, all of it had seemed justified in his view because Donna had not been home. Now he was not so sure it had all been worth it-especially if his wife were to find out.
He popped out of bed and stopped the girl from leaving the room. "Wait, Paulette," he said, "I have something for you." He scooped his pants up from the floor and pulled his wallet out of the pocket. He reached inside the leather billfold and pulled out two one-hundred dollar bills. "Here," he said, thrusting the money at her. "Take it. I want you to have it-sort of a bonus. For your good service in the household." A smile turned the corner of his lips up.
The girl protested but finally the man won out. "But just one thing, Paulette. Don't tell Mrs. Martin about the money. Let it be our secret, okay? Let everything that happened this afternoon be our secret, huh?"
He watched her leave the room, wiggling her firm ass under the short skirt. God, he thought, how did I miss that one before? And he vowed right there, wife or no wife, he was going to fuck Paulette again real soon.
CHAPTER THREE
Charles showered, then dressed in a fresh shirt and new pair of pants before going downstairs for a drink. He let the whiskey become cool in the icy glass, then took a heavy swig. The liquid burned as it passed his throat and hit his stomach. He realized then, that in the excitement of the afternoon, he had totally forgotten about lunch.
He looked at his watch. Nearly six. Well, no sense eating now. Dinner would be ready soon after the cook arrived as she usually did around this time. He wondered if Donna would bother to come home, or if she would just grab a bite at the Club, a habit she had acquired when Charles had begun to work late and she found herself eating alone.
Damn, he thought. Things had gotten so con fused. Where had it all gone astray? Just a few years ago he had a family: a beautiful wife, two lovely children, and a closely knit group that enjoyed each other's company. Now he had a lot more materially, along with a chauffeur (who lived in his own apartment with his young daughter), a maid (whom he had just discovered was a good housekeeper and a great piece of ass), and a cook (who fortunately had not come to work early today). What he had lost was his family: children who never were home and a wife who spent most of her waking moments trying to get from morning to night at her Club. That horrible, wasteful, ennui-inducing Club that catered to rich women in Donna's position.
If only she had never gone in the first place, he thought, and he cursed out loud. Then he looked around to see if anyone had heard him. Hell, he thought, if Vanessa hadn't introduced Donna to the dubious pleasures of the Club, she might have been home when he needed her. More importantly, she might have been the influence needed to hold the other members of the family together. Then there would be no need for him to drink alone, or be alone, or wonder when Donna would be coming home.
He took another long drink from his glass and waited until the faint buzzing started in his head. Then he determined right then and there that somehow he would pull all of his prodigal family relatives back into the fold...." and I could feel him getting huge inside me now," Donna was saying to Vanessa. "But still he wouldn't come. So I reached down and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. Then all of a sudden, he was shooting off. I could feel his prick go wider and fuller. It was throbbing and pounding at me, really giving me a good working over. And then I was coming, too. I must have gone off three times before he was finished with his own orgasm ... hmmm. It's nice just talking about it now. I still get warm all over just thinking about that cock. You know, Vanessa, you ought to try it. There is simply nothing like a good fucking by a young stud.
Vanessa lay on her lounge chair, transfixed by the words pouring from her friend. They were in the subdued lighting of the "relaxation room" of the Club, and they were alone. Donna had begun the story of her earlier encounter with Johnny, the delivery boy, and Vanessa hadn't uttered a sound all the while. Now she propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Donna's slim, beautiful reclining figure. "You've convinced me" she responded. "I'm getting turned on just hearing about what happened to you. Can't wait to give it a whirl myself. You say Johnny works for Di Angelo's Market?"
Donna gave her friend a big smile. "Hmmm," she nodded. "And he makes deliveries for them every afternoon. Just call in late so that your house is his last stop. After all, he will need plenty of time to help you out...." Donna giggled to her self. Vanessa was her oldest friend, a relationship that had lasted since they were each in high , school. Vanessa was a year ahead of Donna, but the girls were inseparable. Then when they had each married, they found themselves living in the same neighborhood, attending the same functions. And it was Vanessa who had convinced Donna to try a guest membership in the Club. And for that alone the younger woman would be eternally grateful. Over the years the two had shared secrets that they had not even told their respective husbands. That is why Donna felt she could trust Vanessa with the revelation of her little afternoon dalliance.
They lay quietly for a while. Then Vanessa popped up. "Damn," she complained, "I've got an itch down there that only a big cock can relieve. I wish I had a stud here for me right now."
"Why are you so horny?" Donna asked. "Haven't you and Fred been hitting it off lately?"
"We're in the same boat as Charles and you. We never get to see each other anymore. And when we manage to connect, one of us is always too tired. Besides, Fred is getting too boring for me. I need a little variety in my life." She stood up and grabbed a towel off of the rack. "I'm going for a swim to cool me down. Want to come ... to the pool that is?"
Donna looked up at her friend. Vanessa usually did not let herself make too many coarse sexual references. So that double-entendre was unlike her. Donna attributed it to her scanty sex life. "I have an appointment for a massage in a while," she answered. Then seeing the disappointment on the other's face, she added, "but I guess I can get a little swimming in first." And throwing a towel over her shoulder, she followed Vanessa out to the pool.
The water was clean and blue and kept very warm, more like a bathtub than a swimming area. Most of the members just dunked themselves in-few went in for any real exercise in the pool or anywhere else. Some used it for other things. Donna had herself masturbated more than once in the pool, and Vanessa had admitted to the same thing.
They were alone in the pool room. Even the attendant who normally tended the place was missing, slipping out early, no doubt. Vanessa looked around, then gave a long, hard stare in Donna's direction. Finally she threw the white gown off her shoulders, then stood there naked for a moment. When she was certain that her friend had seen, and perhaps understood, she dove into the shimmering water.
"Come on in," Vanessa said invitingly. "The water's great." Then, as if to calm any of Donna's apparent apprehensions, she added: "Don't worry about a bathing suit. No one's around.
She was right. It was just about the dinner hour, and maybe that explained the absence of other members. Still, Donna was not quite sure that she would want to be caught naked in the pool with so blatantly sensual a woman as Vanessa. The Club's official policies were always very conservative, and nudity of any kind was discouraged. Oh, the hell with it, Donna said to herself. Today is a day for adventures. And with that she stripped off her robe and slithered into the water.
They swam around for several minutes, each at one end of the pool, careful not to come too near one another. Then Donna took a deep breath and dove under the water's surface, and when she reappeared, Vanessa was standing next to her. The water was only waist-high in this part of the pool, and the woman's large breasts hung heavy against her chest. Donna stared at them for a long time, feasting on the dark, rich nipples that stretched out in long, hard knobs in the middle of the firm flesh. Donna could not believe that Vanessa, who had talked so freely to her in the past, could also be this free with her body.
The older woman took a step towards her friend and stood just inches from the other's submerged body. "Stand up, Donna," she cooed, in the same enticing tone she had used since suggesting a swim. The other obeyed as if mesmerized by her friend's presence. She did stand, and as she did so, she slipped slightly on the slick pool bottom. Donna was suddenly thrown against her friend, and their breasts were rubbing against one another.
Still not knowing what to expect next, Donna waited, breathing shallow gulps of air, eyes wide open. She looked directly into Vanessa's eyes, and the other radiated a confidence that seemed to say: "Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to show you a new way of loving."
Vanessa reached out now. Donna was viewing the whole scene as if in slow motion. She saw the hand coming towards her, saw the palm turn upwards and cup one of her breasts, saw the fingers begin to work on her nipples. She felt that she could have stopped the movement at any time. Yet she didn't want to. She was enjoying being the center of her friend's attentions.
Vanessa groaned quietly. "Oh, Donna," she began. "You don't know how often I've wanted to do this, to touch you, to let you touch me." She brought one of the woman's hands to her own breasts, then pushed forward so that Donna had the entire fleshy mound in her hand. "Go ahead," she ordered, "play with them."
Donna didn't know what to do. She had never been touched by a woman before, much less touched one herself. She tensed but then let her instincts take over. She moved her hand over her friend's soft, pink boobs, tweaking at the skin with her fingers, capturing the nipples, then letting them go, watching them swell. And all the while she felt the pleasant sensations that emanated from Vanessa's careful, gentle caressing of the mounds she held in her own hand.
This went on for several moments, then all of a sudden, Vanessa was kissing her friend on the lips. Donna had closed her eyes under the skillful manipulations, and had not seen what was coming. At first she yielded, then her body went limp. She kissed back, letting her mouth fall open and allowing Vanessa's probing tongue inside. In another instant, Vanessa's free hand had inserted itself between Donna's legs.
Donna sucked in a gulp of air through her nose, all the while emitting a soft moan. She arched her hips, opening the passage to her friend's probing hands. Her entire body came alive with sensations-the warm, lapping water, the exploring tongue, the insistent hand. She was going to come; she could feel it now. Just a few minutes....
Suddenly there was a noise and both women jumped apart. Vanessa fell backwards and slipped below the surface of the water. Donna, eyes wide in fear of being discovered, headed for the pool's edge and began to climb out. Quickly she reached for her robe and threw it over her shoulders. She headed out of the area, passed an old attendant woman on her way out, and didn't bother to look back after her almost-lover.
She lay on the massage table just a few seconds later, the prickly feel of the towel on which she lay pressing against her stomach and breasts. She was thinking about what had just happened when the masseuse walked in. "Oh, hello, Gertrude," Donna said, looking up at the tall, dark, strong-looking woman.
Gertrude nodded a hello. The woman seldom spoke more than she had to. Donna thought it was because of her heavy European accent. Or perhaps she was just shy.
The masseuse arranged her bottles of oil and towels on the tray next to the table where Donna rec-lined. And as she had so many times before, she slipped the sheet off of the naked figure before applying some of the slippery liquid to the skin of Donna's back. Then she began to rub and message with gently increasing pressure over the younger woman's spine.
Donna enjoyed the sensations that a massage always brought. It was relaxing and stimulating all at the same time. She concentrated on the woman's strong hands on her back, how she kneaded the skin between her fingers, using her palms to relax the muscles. Normally she would be lulled into a sleep, only to awaken invigorated and refreshed. But today was different. She was thinking of the hands that moved lightly but firmly over her body right now, but also she remembered the hands that had been exploring her body just minutes ago in the Club's pool.
Gertrude was working on the woman's waist now, and then slid over her hips and down along her thighs. She moved her hands up and down over the lower part of Donna's body-from waist, to buttocks, to thighs.
Donna was feeling the warmth that emanated from the friction of flesh against flesh. And her recent experience with Vanessa had left her more than a bit frustrated and horny. She snuck a quick look at Gertrude out of the corner of her eye. The older woman was staring down at her, drinking in the sight of the soft pinkish skin, and the curvy, blond hairs that covered her pussy. Donna had often caught her looking at her body with such fetching glances. Had that been lust? Donna had never thought of it before, but her episode in the pool had opened her eyes to all sorts of possibilities.
She decided to test her theory. So the next time that Gertrude pushed her hands up over Donna's buttocks, the woman arched her hips ever so slightly and spread her legs to expose her moist pussy lips. Gertrude ignored the action at first, then began to bring her hands closer together, until she only moved them over Donna's ass, right near the crack. Soon she was rubbing the woman between her two cheeks and letting her hands circle down to touch the opening between Donna's legs.
She was right. She knew it. Gertrude had desired her after all. Now she was about to discover what Vanessa had intended to do.
"That's enough on my back, Gertrude," she said, flipping over so that the masseuse was given an unobstructed view of her breasts and cunt. The older woman stood there for a moment, taking in the gorgeous sight. Donna wriggled her hips provacatively. "Come on, Gertrude. Don't stop now."
The masseuse applied her hands to the woman's trembling body. What am I doing, Donna thought, but as the ringers began to work on her, driving into her flesh, leaving little burning spots when they moved on, she put all doubt out of her mind. What she was doing was pleasurable, and whatever made her feel good was all right as far as she was concerned.
Gertrude's hands were roving now, rubbing the woman along her sides, then darting over to her breasts, cupping the soft underside of the flesh. She lingered there for a moment before working her way up to the woman's face, where she gently tickled Donna's lips. Then it was back down her body again, to first her outer, then her inner thighs, and finally against the sensitive crack of her pussy.
Donna groaned. Her body was on the edge of intense excitement now, and even the slightest bit of pressure on the right spot made her react. Gertrude continued to rub Donna's body for several more minutes, then she bent down and began to kiss the woman on the stomach.
Donna felt the moist lips caressing her skin and let her body go limp. The older woman continued to kiss her, and the burning sensation she left behind her sent glistening beads of perspiration all over the surface of Donna's skin. The masseuse made no pretense, now, of her intent. No longer could she be construed to be caressing Donna's body for the original purpose with which she began. She let her hands wander, touching where they might, giving pleasure wherever they landed.
And she allowed her lips to descend down across the soft belly of the woman who lay moaning beneath her. Then her mouth was on the hairy mound above Donna's pussy. Donna felt the older woman tug at the strands with her teeth before settling in further down.
At first, Donna began to panic as Gertrude kissed her dripping pussy lips. She had never had a woman's mouth there before, and she wasn't sure she would like the experience. But then she felt the other's tongue dart out and lick against her sensitive clitoris, and the shock that went through her body was enough to allay any apprehensions. She rolled her head from one side to the other, then spread her legs to allow the woman closer access to her waiting pussy.
Gertrude needed no further invitation. She pushed her head up against Donna's vaginal area and began to kiss the pink lips. She ran her tongue over them, savoring the salty taste, and then sent that probe inside, stretching the cunt walls around it.
The tongue felt hard and long inside her pussy. It was sort of like a finger, sort of like a cock. But then it was entirely different, too. She bounced against the lapping tongue, letting the firm object bury itself deeply inside her. Gertrude wagged her tongue, moving it up and down, and back and forth, sucking at Donna's tingling parts. She was an expert at what she did, and she spent several long moment savoring the tastes and the smells and the feel of the woman's pussy.
Donna was feeling good about what was happening. She seemed to view the act as one of desire, proving that she was all woman, a lovely sexual object that could be possessed by both men and woman. I'm no lesbian, she thought to herself; I'm just letting my body come alive to all of its potential. And with that she drifted off into the reveries that stemmed from the sensations her body was bringing her.
Gertrude worked with affectionate determination on Donna's clitoris. She had rubbed her hands over the woman's body before, but never had she thought that something like this would be allowed to happen. She vowed to give Mrs. Martin an experience that she would remember. And she stuck her tongue deep into the juicing hole, pushing it against the sides of the cunt, then letting it lap over the outer sheath of the woman's clitoris. She tugged at the pussy lips with her teeth, biting them gently, then sucking them into her mouth, before sending her tongue once again towards the woman's womb.
Donna thrashed about under the tongue lashing she was receiving. The act, which had first frightened her, was now giving her mounting pleasures that were bringing her whole body to a state of heightened tension. She knew now that she would only be relieved by a tremendous orgasm, and she felt the beginnings build up deep within her gut.
They continued like this for what seemed like an eternity. Donna lost all track of time; she could focus only on the feeling that spread through her body, beginning from her pussy. She was close to coming now, but still she held back. She wanted it to last forever, even as she knew that too soon it must end. Even if the realities of the world did not press in on them, her own body would not be able to stand much more of this excitement.
Gertrude reached up now. and grasped Donna by both ass cheeks. She held one in each hand, and in this position, she was able to lift Donna's vaginal area right up and into her mouth. Now she renewed her efforts, never letting the woman's twitching pussy slip from between her lips or out of reach of her probing, insistent tongue.
Donna was on the verge right now. "Oooohhh," she cried out. "Stick it in me. Go ahead. Use your tongue on my pussy." The masseuse obeyed. Her tongue shot inside, then pulled out only long enough to begin another forward thrust. And in a second it was all over. Donna was coming and moaning and buckling and thrashing all at the same time. Her whole body was exploding under the constant guidance of the older woman's mouth.
A few moments later, Donna lay still, dripping with sweat. Gertrude was gently rubbing her body with a towel and looking down at the beautiful woman she had just sucked off. Donna opened her eyes and looked up at the smiling face. "Aaah," she said, "that was wonderful."
Gertrude flushed slightly, as if she had not expected a compliment and did not know how to accept the one that was given. Then without a word, she packed up her things and silently walked out of the room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charles Martin poured himself another stiff drink and then swallowed almost half of it in a single gulp. He knew he had had too many already, but the warmth that the whiskey brought made him feel better, in spite of the slight buzzing in his head.
He looked over at the antique clock on the bar. Nearly eleven, he noted. And still no Donna. The cook had made him dinner, which he had barely eaten. Then she cleaned up the dishes and left as usual. That was when Charles began to toss down one straight shot after another.
The kids had come in about an hour earlier, but, not expecting to find him home, they went straight up to their rooms without even a hello. Their lights were off now, so Charles guessed that they had big plans for the next day and would be starting out early. He had waited and waited and waited, but still his wife wasn't home.
He resisted the urge to call the Club. Somehow he didn't want to have anything to do with that organization. It was bad enough that his wife spent all her time there; he wasn't about to phone up and admit that he had lost control over Donna to the allure of the Club.
He sat down in an overstuffed chair and rested his head against the back. It hadn't always been that way. In the early days of their marriage, they hadn't been able to keep away from one another for more than a few hours. And they hadn't been able to keep their hands off one another.
Charles shifted in the chair. He was feeling drowsy now, and the flood of those happy memories came upon him, covering him like a blanket and warming him with pleasant images of Donna and him playing together, having fun with one another, and falling into bed, exhausted, but never too tired to fuck.
Donna had been a virgin when they had married, and Charles had had only limited experiences. Still, their first nights together had been ones of tenderness and concern. On their honeymoon, Charles had waited for his wife to emerge from the bathroom, fully covered by a long, silk negligee. She skitted across the room and hid herself under the covers. Charles could sense her tension and for a long time, he did nothing but kiss her gently, stroke her head, and hold her close to him. He could still hear the fluttering beats of her heart when he ventured to touch her breasts.
Donna caught her breath, then looked up into Charles' eyes. Her husband smiled back, but though he could feel the anxiety that spread over her body, he kept his hand where it was-firmly cupping one breast. Then, only when she had become accustomed to that touch, did he let his fingers lightly traipse over other areas of her skin.
Gradually, Charles led his new bride through the initiation stages of the recognition of her own bodily functions and needs. Little by little he awakened an ingrained sensuality that had lain dormant and was only now brought to the surface. His cock ached-it had been hard from his first touch of her skin-but still he held back. He used his fingers and lips like the instruments of pleasure that they were, rather than weapons of defloration that might forever color Donna's view of sex.
It was only when he had fully explored her body that he made any move to satisfy himself. He had spent many minutes probing her virgin cunt with his fingers, feeling the moistness give way to a full flowing of her internal juices. And he had tickled and excited and teased her, making her relaxed and stimulated all at the same time. And now her body had come alive, he could feel it in her trembling, hear it in the soft whimpers and mewing that slipped from her mouth, sense it in her eyes, her attitude, her bodily positions.
She was ready now, and Charles propped himself up so that he knelt over her. Then suddenly Donna spoke, "No, please, wait. Let me touch it. Let me feel your manhood." And she reached out towards the erection that stood straight up from between his legs.
Charles moved his hips forward, and his gigantic cock swung over to her waiting hand. Tentatively the young girl took the organ in her palm, feeling its ridges and pounding veins burning against her hand. Then she enclosed her fingers around the pole. She hesitated for a moment, then began to slowly massage the penis in her fist. At first the pressure was light; then she became emboldened, and she squeezed, feeling the cock react with a jolt of pleasure under her fingertips.
Donna was happy that she was giving her husband so much pleasure. "Oh, please," she cried. "Put it in me. Please let me feel it right now." She lay back against the pillows and pulled Charles forward, not letting go of his cock for an instant.
The girl spread her legs and began to rub the purple head of Charles' organ against her juicing slit. He was amazed to see her reacting with a fierceness and demand for fulfillment that he was unaware that she possessed. He held back for a second, long enough to place one of the pillows underneath her ass. Then, with his wife in the right position, Charles began the slow, artful penetration of her virginal pussy.
He slipped inside easily but almost immediately had to stop. His cock was just too large for her, and it took her vaginal walls time to stretch out to accommodate him. Three or four times he entered her hole, each time getting in a little further before withdrawing, only to use his fingers to get her hotter and wetter. Then he would try again.
Finally he was all the way in. Donna let out a final scream as he pushed past her cherry and then began to feverishly kiss him on the face, the eyes, the lips.
He moved slowly at first, not wanting to hurt that tender area that had just been penetrated for the first time by a cock. But it was Donna who urged him on to more. She was moaning and groaning, throwing her legs around his waist, then digging her heels into the bed. Her hips bounced under him, matching his every thrust. Her cunt was on fire now, and she was working to being about the spray of his come-the only liquid that could quench the flames. "Oh, Charles," she whispered in his ear. "Do it to me ... stick it in hard ... harder ... fuck me, my husband ... fuck meeeee ... my lover...."
They say it is unusual for a woman to experience an orgasm her first time, but Donna came that evening. She came long and hard, and she continued to move her hips after she had finished, using her cunt to swallow up his cock, making him spurt out at last.
And that was just the beginning. They would fuck at every opportunity. On the beach. In the back of a car. At night, during the afternoons (Charles never had a problem getting home from work early if he knew Donna was waiting for him), and sometimes a "quickie" in the morning. Donna became adept at sucking his cock, and Charles loved the taste of her. pussy. They would spend hours doing sixty-nine, and then turn over and fuck for hours more. It was a wonderful, sensual, pleasure-filled, loving existence those first few years....
Charles awoke with a start. He thought he heard a noise, and he cocked his head in the direction of the front door. The room was dark and he must have fallen asleep in his chair. Then he heard it again; yes, it was the front door. Donna was home.
He got up and looked at his watch. Past midnight. He squinted in the dim light, and the pounding in his head made him feel dizzy. Now where has she been? Yes, of course, the Club. He walked towards the doorway, but his legs felt rubbery, and he had to stop by the sofa and rest for a while. That's when Donna entered the room. She was startled to see her husband there, a little tight, and looking bleary-eyed at her. Turning on the light, she surveyed the mess. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table, and Charles' glass lay where it had fallen, on the floor in a puddle made by the melted ice cubes.
Donna looked over at her husband who smiled at her, weakly and a bit embarrassed to be caught in this position. He waved at her, and she couldn't help feeling a resurgence of that old love she had felt for him all these years. He was like a little child now, on the verge of being sick after stuffing himself with too many goodies. But at the same time, she felt distant from the stranger who sat uncomfortably on the couch. She wanted to rush over and hug him to her bosom, and stroke his head and tell him that it would be all right. Yet the thought of touching him revolted her. He was no longer a husband, just a boarder in the house who took up space but offered her no emotional support. And making love to this outsider would be too painful, because of the many nostalgic memories that would keep popping into her mind.
"Good evening, Charles," she finally said. "I hope you haven't been waiting up just for me." She walked over and picked the glass up from the floor. The man didn't answer. He just looked at her and he felt himself becoming aroused. Perhaps it had been the dream, or maybe it was a renewal of his desire from that afternoon. All he knew was that he had to have her.
As she walked by him, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Pulling her body to his own, he mashed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open with his insistent tongue. The woman twisted her head away, but he held her by her chin and brought her back to their oral embrace. Finally she managed to push him away. "Stop it, Charles," she demanded. "You're drunk, and you don't know what you're doing."
"Oh, yes I do," he answered, and he lunged forward, catching her by the arm. He spun her around with such force that the glass she was holding went crashing to the floor. Then he pulled her to him and held her in a bear-hug with his massive arms, all the while kissing her wet and hard.
She struggled against him, but he was too strong for her. Or maybe it was the madness of the drink that gave him a kind of crazed power over her. His hands were on her now, tugging at her garments, and she felt the buttons on her dress being pulled off as he tore at them with his fingers. Then all of the buttons down the back were open, and he yanked the material away from her body.
She was left with just her white bra and panties now, and Charles took a long look at her curvaceous body before pressing one palm across her breast, cupping his palms around her nipple. He could feel the tits get hard under his touch, even as she struggled to pull away. "No, please don't," she kept repeating in a half-whine, trying to break the grip he had on her breasts. He was too much for her, though, and Charles reached around behind her and unhooked the bra. He yanked at it and threw it into a corner of the room. Donna had never seen him act like this-an animal using brute strength to get his way.
With the bra gone, Donna's breasts hung free. Charles quickly grabbed one, and the shock of flesh against his palm drove him even wilder. He pushed his lips to other breast and took the nipple in between his teeth. He chewed on the flesh, making it come alive under his attentions, and then he sucked on her tits, licking them, making them hot and wet. Donna tried to push his face away with her hands, and when that failed, she kicked out at him, hoping to make him come to his senses. But she missed, and Charles continued to have his way with her.
He wasn't content with just her nipples. He took one hand and began to peel off her white panties. Donna grabbed at the material and attempted to hold it around her crotch. But Charles just used his hand to feel her cunt through the panties, and when she tried to push him away, he pulled the white cloth over her hips and down her legs. Donna was very upset now. She was sobbing to herself and doing all in her power to get the man to stop. But he seemed oblivious to her. Or rather, the more she struggled, the more he appeared to get turned on. It was as if Donna's fighting to protect her cunt was as powerful a stimulation as the feel of her skin.
With one final tear, the cloth of the panties came off of Donna's crotch. Charles pressed his palm against her hairy mound. It had been a long time since he had felt her down there, and he hesitated for a moment, letting the thin hairs tickle his skin. Then he began to shove his long, hard fingers all around her soft little twat. Her cunt was wet, juicing wildly. She was excited, as ex cited as Charles was, even though she didn't stop fighting him. It only proved to Charles that her protests were all an act, that she wanted him too. And in his drunken state he determined to have his way with her, to fuck her no matter what she might say or do.
He was hard now, his cock ready to poke through his zipper. But how to get out of his trousers? With all the skill of a practiced rapist, he grabbed his wife by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. He hurt her. In a way he wanted to. He hurt her so much that she winced and called out. But he only grinned and tightened his grip on her arm. In a way the pain he was giving her made up for his sense of rejection.
With his free hand he reached down and unzipped his pants. His huge organ popped out, sticking up towards the ceiling, and Charles push it against her white skin. "Now listen," he hissed, "you're going to take care of my needs real good. You hear? So you better be nice to me. "'Cause you're gonna get fucked whether you like it or not." And, as if to prove his control over her, he spun her around, twisting her arm tighter and slapping her across the neck at the same time.
Donna went flying off balance across the room and tripped onto the sofa. She landed on the pillows, her ass stuck up in the air and her legs spread. The man didn't take his eyes off her crotch as he quickly dispensed with his clothing.
Soon he stood there naked, his stiff cock throbbing and pounding. He ached with desire, and he had to have her pay attention to his loaded balls.
In a single step he was over her. He pulled her by the shoulder and flipped her over. Grabbing her by the neck, he lifted her head and slipped a pillow underneath. Then he straddled his wife's body, pinning her down with one knee on each arm. His long, hard prick stuck right out into her face.
"Take it in your mouth," he ordered. Donna had no choice. The tip was already resting against her lips. Trembling, she pushed her mouth over the big front of his penis. He felt her soft lips wrap gently around his cock. Then she started to suck on it and glide her lips up and down the long shaft of his rod. , "Oh, yes," he slurred. "I like it. Keep it up." Donna kept on. Her mouth became full of wetness, and she used it to slide her lips up and down his prick. She could hardly take all of it in her mouth, it was so big and her throat was in the wrong position. But Charles liked it. Slowly he began to move his hips in a mouth-fucking motion. In and out his cock slid, stretching her lips wide to take it all in, banging the tip of his organ against her throat.
"Now," he said. "Take my balls in your mouth. Suck on them." And she obeyed immediately, nuzzling her lips and mouth against his nuts, taking his warm, hairy balls into her wet mouth and fondling them with her lips and tongue. She moved from one to the other, sucking on his genitals, making his cock get harder the more she worked on him.
"Please, Charles," she whispered, seeing his mounting excitement and fearful of his aggressive attitude. "Let me suck you off. Let me taste your come. ... But please don't try to fuck me." Then, as if to entice him, she went back to sucking on his balls.
Charles was almost convinced. It felt good down there, what she was doing, and he felt as if his cock were ready to explode. Her tongue was licking the underside of his hard shaft right now, working its way up towards the head of his prick. In a moment she would have her mouth around the organ and then it would be too late. He reached down and stopped the movement of her mouth. "No chance, baby," he said, as if talking to some stranger he had picked up at a bar, "I'm gonna stick my cock right into your little box and come in it."
He ripped his cock from her grasp and slid his body down hers. In an instant he was positioned between her long, shapely legs. Before she had a chance to pull her legs together to protect her pussy, Charles grabbed his cock and shoved it into her juicing hole. The woman wriggled her crotch, and she begged her husband not to fuck her. She was afraid that he was going to hurt her, so wild was the desire in his bleary eyes. The man acted like he had not heard. He kept inserting his stiff rod into her bouncing crotch, feeling it slide into her wet slit and disappear inside her warm flesh.
"Oh," she gasped, as his groin mashed up against hers. "It's so big. Sooo Big!" Her tone was softer now, as if she were about to settle back and enjoy the fuck that was inevitable.
Charles pushed his cock around in her and felt her shiver and continue to wriggle and rotate her bottom. He stroked her back and forth with his rod over and over again. He could feel the explosion welling up inside him, but he bit his lips and continued to plunge in and out of his wife's pussy.
He pushed at the dripping twat with his organ, thrusting away with long, pistoning strokes. He sensed that the come was brewing up in his balls, but he wanted to hold off. When he shot off into her cunt-and he would shortly-he wanted it to be a reassertion of his rights as a husband. He was claiming his wife again, taking her away from her Club and back into his home. He was showing her that she was his, his to do with as he wished. His cock had taken possession of her, had forced its way inside her hole when she didn't want it in there. She was his again and nothing could ever take her away.
The orgasm was brewing up from deep in his groin, and he knew that he was going to come off any minute. Just then his cock grew larger and started to throb and pound, and Donna knew that he was going to explode in her. She began to sob now, crying out for him to wait for her. "Don't come," she begged. "Please don't come yet."
Charles hadn't cared about her all this time. He was concerned only with asserting himself over her, making her subservient to his ramming cock. But now he looked deep into her misting eyes, and he felt overwhelmed by his long-lost love for her. "Oh," he said, almost to himself, "what am I doing?"
But it was too late. His penis was in control now and it was about to come when it wanted to. He tried to hold back so that she could come with him, but his cock was too big, too hard, her pussy too slick, the pleasure too intense for him to wait any longer.
"Ooohhh...." he cried out as his prick exploded with tremendous long spurts of juice. He felt like he hosed down the entire insides of her pussy. Donna grabbed him by the neck and held his face close to her own. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked with him as she felt his big cock lurching and spurting off inside her. She held him as tightly as she could, and rode with him as he kept stroking his cock in her, letting the last bits of his come gush out of the end of his penis.
It was over in a few seconds, but still Donna would not let go of the man who lay on top of her. His breathing came irregularly now, half gasps, half-sobs. And his wife, once more his, and understanding the conflicts that the man held within him, stroked his head and whispered in his ear: "That's all right ... its' all right ... there, there ... don't worry ... I'm home now...."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Did you get the key?" Chuck asked his friend, Gary Martin.
"Sure, it was a breeze," answered the other boy, tossing the metal object into the air and catching it in his palm. The two were walking back towards the car where Anne Martin, Gary's sister, and Mandy Williams, his date, were waiting.
"I brought a couple of bottles," Chuck added. He reached inside paper bag and lifted the neck of one bottle up just far enough so that Gary could see the label of an expensive Scotch whiskey. "Didn't ask me for an I.D. or anything," Chuck boasted with a big grin. Both boys were approaching nineteen, while the girls were each seventeen. The foursome had double-dated often. Chuck had first asked out Gary's sister after the two boys had begun to study over at the Martin house. Then Gary had met Mandy, who was a friend of Chuck's sister, and the two couples had been pretty close ever since. The only thing that bothered Chuck at times was the way Anne and Gary would carry on. The way they touched and kissed and held one another, you would think that they were dating instead of being brother and sister.
Chuck had often wondered what went on in the inner expanses of the Martin household. Could it possibly be that the two were more than siblings? That they actually had become ... intimate? Chuck's mind reeled at the thought. Often he would think about the possibility and he would picture Gary's lean, hard body poised over his naked sister, his cock plunging in and out of Anne's dripping pussy. The images never failed to fascinate him-nor to turn him on. Often he would masturbate to these fantasies, or, more likely, he would conjure up a vision of his own sister's naked flesh, her large, soft boobs, her downy little bush, and he would rapidly jerk himself off.
Now, as the two boys approached the car and Anne ran over and threw her arms around Gary's neck, giving him a buss on the cheek, Chuck began to ponder the question all over again.
"Come on," Gary shouted to the others, 'let's go." And grabbing his sister's hand, he led the way towards the door to the motel room. Once inside, he surveyed the scene and gave his approval. "Good," he said, "one king-sized bed. Just what we'll need."
Chuck had carried in the small black overnight bag from the car. "O.K., girls," he ventured. "Why don't you two go change and I'll mix us all up some drinks." He flopped the bag on the bedspread and opened the latches. Anne and Mandy quickly pulled out some frilly garments, then headed for the bathroom. Anne went through the door. Mandy was following but hesitated before entering. She looked down at the wispy gown in her hands, then turned, and, as if to reassure herself that Gary was her date, ran back and gave him a sudden, wet kiss.
The young boy smiled, then gave the girl a pat on the ass, sending her scooting off towards the open door. Then he turned to help Chuck, who was pouring generous amounts of the amber liquid over the shimmering ice cubes. When four drinks had been prepared, the boys picked up their glasses, clanked them together in a mock toast, and slugged down a healthy swallow.
The boys had finished their first drinks and were sipping at a second when Anne called out from the bathroom: "Ready or not, here we come." She stuck one bare leg straight out, wiggled it in the air, then pranced into the room, her lovely young body barely concealed by the thin, black negligee she was wearing. Mandy followed close behind, swinging her hips and letting the sheer pink material of her nightgown split open, revealing all of her curvaceous charms. Anne ran over and gave Chuck a long, deep kiss on the lips, letting her full body press up against his.
"Come here," Gary called out to Mandy, and the girl was soon in his arms, smothered by his hugs and kisses.
Anne broke off the embrace by saying: "Hold on a minute, there, Chuck. How about giving us girls a drink first?" And she laughed and pushed him away with both hands. Chuck stood there, a little stunned by her abrupt action, then he, too, laughed and handed the girls their drinks.
The foursome had often double-dated, and recently their times together consisted of an evening at a motel or, if the parents of one of the group were out for the night, at one of the three houses. Then the parties began. A few drinks, some soft lights and music, and soon everyone was undressed. Gary usually took the lead then, running his hands all over Mandy's body, kissing her, licking her, then slipping in between her silky thighs. The others would watch as his long, dark cock slid slowly into the girl's pussy. By this time, Chuck would be so hot that he couldn't wait a moment longer. He would pull Anne over to him, and just a few seconds later, his own thick rod would be buried deeply inside her vaginal canal.
They would fuck next to each other for a long time. Sometimes Gary would catch onto Chuck's rhythm and imitate it, letting his own cock plunge away in time with Chuck's pumping at Gary's sister's pussy. But when it was orgasm point for one or both of the couples, then it was everyone for himself or herself. No one was conscious of the others, nor was there at that point any competition or jealousy or interference. There was only each person, clinging to his or her partner, lost in a world of sensuality and pleasure, driven to the limits of excitement, seeking release.
Chuck enjoyed fucking Anne. He also wanted to stick his cock into Mandy's lovely pussy. She was more voluptuous than Gary's sister, with round hanging breasts that he had touched once or twice in a casual manner. She hadn't taken his embraces seriously but had assumed them to be impulses of the moment, brought on by the excitement of the nudity and the smell of sex that filled the rooms after their get-togethers. But Chuck was serious; his balls ached with desire for her. But how could he approach the subject? She was his best friend's girl. If he had been dating anyone but Anne, he could have suggested a swap. He was on the horns of a dilemma. If he dated someone else, he doubted that Gary would double-date with him; and if he continued to take out Gary's sister, he couldn't offer him Anne to fuck while he shoved his prick into Mandy's twat. So he suffered silently, longing for the day that he could stick it to Mandy, but miserable in the thought that it might never arrive.
"How about another one," Mandy asked Chuck, sidling over to the distracted young man. She stood with her front exposed to his view, and his eyes descended immediately to her luscious young breasts. The curve of the flesh was visible above the nightgown, and the flimsy material did little to hide the large, firm nipples that jutted out from each tit. Chuck forced himself to look back into the girl's face, and she was smiling at him. Smiling coyly, he thought. Perhaps she, too, had harbored secret desires to be fucked by the lad. He poured her another drink, all the while keeping his eyes riveted to her stare. Yes, he thought to himself, she wants it too. Perhaps tonight ... but then, how? With Gary and Anne here....
The Martin kids were talking quietly with each other in a corner of the room. Chuck looked over and saw Anne stand on her toes and give her brother a long, wet kiss. A bit too long for just familial affection, he thought. Could it be ... no, he mused, it just wouldn't be right.
Gary walked over to his date, took the drink out of her hand, placed it on the table, and took the girl in his arms. He pulled her close to him and planted a deep, probing kiss on her mouth. He worked his jaw and forced the girl to open her mouth, which she did willingly, then let his tongue rove around inside, exploring her wet inner cheeks and lips. Finally their tongues connected, and the boy involuntarily shuddered. He squeezed Mandy to him and reached up under her nightie with his big hand.
He still hadn't removed his clothes, and the boy determined to give his date a good time before proceeding to fuck her. He used his hands to dart here and there and everywhere, pushing aside the flimsy material when it got in his way. Then he would pull her tightly against his chest, giving the girl a soul kiss, his tongue reaching deep into her throat. The girl was responding to him now, almost half out of her mind with excitement. Already she could feel the wetness seeping into her pussy, dripping down onto the pink panties through which her dark bush showed.
Finally Gary got his hands down to her pubic area, and he tugged at the elastic hand that held the panties on the girl's waist. In a single motion, he had them over her hips and scooting down her legs. Mandy was rubbing his firm body through his clothes, and she stepped out of the panties without bothering to stop her rubbing and kissing. But then she gasped as the boy's fingers got to her pussy and began to work on the sensitive area.
He used his finger to probe the area, rubbing her clitoris with one long digit, then transferring to his thumb before flicking the clit with a couple of finger tips. Then he stuck a finger in her hole, but pulled it back before she had a chance to get used to it. And once in a while he would take her whole pussy in his hand and massage it with his palm. Mandy was groaning and wriggling, but Gary held onto the girl, pressing her trembling body against his own. He knew that she was dying for his cock; her twat was creaming all over his hand. But still he remained dressed, as if waiting for some sort of signal to proceed further.
Meanwhile, Anne had carefully removed Chuck's clothes from his body. She busied herself with the buttons of his shirt, which slipped from his shoulders and fell on the floor. Then she tackled the belt and zipper on his trousers. In just a few moments they too lay open, and the girl pulled the coarse fabric over his hips and down his legs. "Oooh," she squealed, "what have we here?" She reached down and grabbed the bulge that stuck through the young man's undershorts. His cock was hard and full, thick and meaty. It wasn't an especially long organ, but Anne often had a hard time encircling it with her hand or her mouth. Yet she was determined to try once again, and pulling the cloth away from the organ, she let it pop into her outstretched hand.
Anne was down on her knees now, and her face was just inches from the outstretched cock. She massaged the firm shaft with her fist, watching the taut skin move under her grasp. She kept rubbing the thing up and down with her fingers, being gentle, ever so gentle. The prick was hot and throbbing, and it jerked up every so often as the girl hit a tender spot. Chuck had his eyes closed and his head rolled back on his shoulders, swinging from side to side as the ecstasy of her careful manipulations overcame him.
Then she opened her mouth, and without letting go of the shaft, she took the head of his prick in past her lips. Chuck gasped, and at the same time let out a long, guttural sound, as if he were trying to cry out and breathe in at the same time.
Gary stopped what he was doing to Mandy and looked over in the direction of his sister. Anne awa him staring at her and smiled to herself. This is what she wanted; she was hoping to make Chuck moan out loud and attract her brother's attention. She wanted to show Gary what a good lover she was, how much pleasure she could give a man. The boy looked for several seconds at Anne, on her knees in front of the naked lad, her shortie nightgown riding up and exposing her lush, round buttocks. In her mouth was his friend's stout tool, exposed to his view for a while, then buried deep inside her lips. Gary's cock throbbed, and he quickly went back to working on his girl's pussy.
"Suck it, Annie, suck it!" Chuck barely knew what he was saying now, and he certainly was not conscious of the girl's brother staring at them. All he knew was that Anne was giving him the time of his life. She inhaled his cock, sucking it against the insides of her wet cheeks. She used her tongue so well as she swirled it around rapidly, running it over the thick underside of the shaft, then moving her head back until her lips and her teeth caught on the rim that separated the head of his prick from the length. Her head fobbed back and forth, making the organ glisten and glow with her spit, and all the while sending sharp pleasure-filled sensations throughout the boy's young, humping body.
Gary's own cock was bulging as it never had before. He felt the organ straining to be free of the material that confined it. He took his hand away from its spot on Mandy's pussy and began to tug at the zipper holding his own organ out of sight. The girl heard the sound of the metal fastener opening and she looked deeply into Gary's eyes. Fuck me, she seemed to be saying with her glance. Fuck me now; I'm so ready.
But Gary had other thoughts in his mind. He took one of Mandy's hands and brought it down to his emerging prick. She had often felt it before, but never had it seemed so hot, so burning. The rod was stiff and hard, and she grasped it firmly in her fingers. Then she gradually began moving her hand up and down the veined skin of his cock. The girl knew all of the sensitive spots: the ridge along the underside of the shaft, the point where the skin indented before blossoming out to the purple head, and the soft sack of skin at the base of the organ, half hidden by hair, where the boy's testicles joined the shaft.
Mandy was working on the prick now with an increasing intensity. She moved her fist more rapidly as the boy's breathing came faster and she could hear his heart pounding. She wanted to give him pleasure, but at the same time she was urging him on, seeking to force his organ to the point where it would have to penetrate her dripping pussy and move desperately inside her vaginal walls.
But still Gary was in command; there would be no fucking until he was good and ready. With a quick glance over to where his sister sucked on Chuck's thick prick, he reached down for the girl's hungry cunt. He rubbed it again, kneading the moist flesh in his palm and inserting a finger, then another deep into her burning hole.
"Ooooohhhh," the girl cried out, and Gary crushed her full body to his own and their mouths met furiously, pressing together hard, and finally opening to let their tongues rub together.
"Oh, Gary," she cried when they pulled apart, "I'm dying for it. Give it to me, baby. Give it to me right where I want it."
He removed all of the remaining garments from their bodies, then gently pushed the girl back towards the bed. She fell backwards, letting her legs spread open as she settled on top of the mattress. His hands were smooth on her skin, but his manner was rough and insistent, and he pulled her to him, brushing his lips against hers. Soon they were pressing hard, and his tongue found its way inside her mouth, prodding deeply inside, twirling around and brushing hers. The girl squirmed against him, rubbing her large tits over his chest. The lad let his hands run down her body, finding his way to her breasts. He touched her nipples ever so gently with his fingertips, as if afraid they would break. The flesh hardened under his teasing, and the boy broke away from her mouth and bent his head down and began kissing the firm, brown tits. Mandy began to tremble and shake with excitement, and the boy reacted by sucking one nipple into his mouth. The girl squirmed wildly against him, running her hands over his back, his chest, and up to his neck and ears.
"Oh, please, Gary," the girl screamed. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" She reached down and grabbed his cock and began to run her fingers up and down the length of the organ. "Stick it in me. Give it to me. Do it. Do it. Do it to me...." And faster and harder she worked her fingers, pulling and tugging at his cock, aiming it at her yearning, hungry pussy. Gary took one look over to where his sister was. Both of them were nude now, and Anne was guiding Chuck, his wide pole sticking straight up in the air, over towards the bed. Soon they would be there, lying next to Gary and Mandy, all four fucking away for all they were worth.
Gary propped himself up and hovered over the reclining nude body of his date. He reached down and took her by her silky inner thighs. Gently he pushed them apart as far as they would go, and then he grabbed his cock in one hand, pointing it at her pulsing hole like a rifle. Mandy lifted her legs in the air and waited for the boy to settle between them. Slowly he lowered himself, then he rubbed the huge head of his cock around her wet cunt. The girl closed her eyes and let her head thrash about from side to side. She moaned as the organ began to penetrate her burning pussy lips. "Yes," she gasped. "Put it in, put it in all the way."
The boy responded as if obeying her command. He shoved it in all the way. Mandy hugged him to her, throwing her arms around his chest and wrapping her shapely legs around his slim waist. They lay there, embraced and unable to move for a moment, then he pushed his cock in and out of her, gently now, teasing her and making her cry out for more.
Gary continued to move carefully for a few seconds longer. Then he slowed almost to a standstill as Anne and Chuck approached the other side of the bed. They had been watching from the side, looking as Gary's long, hard cock disappeared inside the girl's pink cunt lips. Now, Anne grabbed the other boy by his meaty organ and led him to the edge of the mattress, where she pushed him back, so that he lay with his cock up and then straddled his prone body.
Anne held his organ in her fist for a moment, gave it a few quick pumps, then placed it against her open pussy lips. She lifted one leg, then sat down a little, so that the tip of the pulsating shaft slipped just inside her juicing cunt. The boy groaned and threw back his head, hardly able to contain himself. Anne waited, though. She couldn't have him come just yet. Not with what was planned for the rest of the evening. Slowly she let her full weight drive his rod into the opening between her legs, and she sank on him until his penis was buried inside her all the way to his testicles, gripping his organ convulsively. .
She leaned over and let her breasts rest just above the boy's face. He reached for them immediately, lifting them from underneath with a cupping motion of both palms. He held them for a while, and then, lifting his head off the pillow, sucked first one pert nipple, then the other into his mouth. Chuck licked and sucked on the tits, while the girl teasingly rode his cock.
They rode their partners together, brother and sister-Gary astride his girl, and Anne hovering over Chuck, impaled on his meaty pole. They moved almost in unison, and with each lunge or stroke, they angled the bodies under them closer to the center of the bed. Chuck gasped as his legs pressed against Mandy's, and he turned to look at the girl who was wriggling in pleasure next to him. He reached out and ran his hand down her body, then back up and over her large boobs. The flesh burned in his hands, and for a moment he thought he was going to explode inside of Anne's cunt. He had never experienced anything so erotic in his life-his cock buried inside a soft, warm pussy of one girl, and his fingers caressing the skin of another girl's firm nipples.
"No, wait," intoned Anne. "Let me." And she twisted her body so that she could reach the other girl's tits, first with her hands and then with her mouth. Anne's cunt never stopped clutching at the boy's staff, moving slowly up and down its length, hugging it with the insides of her pussy, grabbing and pulling at his prick. But at the same time, she sandwiched herself in between Gary and Mandy, so that she could play with the girl's nipples and feel her brother's hard chest rubbing over the soft skin of her back. She let her tongue rove over the large, fleshy mounds against which she pressed her face. The scent of the other woman filled her nostrils, and she breathed deeply, partly to inhale the sweet odor, partly because her heart was pounding wildly and she had to gasp for air. She could feel Gary's every movement in and out of Mandy's cunt. As he lunged forward, he pushed against his sister, then would slide over her skin as he withdrew, holding his prick out iust long enough to drive both girls mad before rushing forward once more.
Mandy was stroking Anne's hair with her hands now, and she brought the other girl's lips to her own. They kissed deeply and wetly, and their hands explored each other's bodies. The boys watched the exchange and urged the girls on. Chuck began to buckle underneath Anne, driving his rod all the way into her, then pulling it back slightly and thrusting it in a bit further. Gary moved his hips back and forth, penetrating Mandy's pussy with his hard cock and capturing his sister between the two writhing bodies.
They were a mass of flesh now, with hands touching all over and lips kissing skin. Chuck had his fingers on two sets of tits, and Mandy linked one of her legs around Chuck's while continuing to thrust up with her hips, sucking at Gary's cock with her pussy. But it was Anne who engaged them all the most. She pumped up and down on Chuck's plump organ, letting her own internal juices lubricate his shaft and ease its passage in and out of her hole. Her lips caressed Mandy's nipples and brushed against the girl's lips. And with one free hand, she reached down and grabbed her brother's thick, long, hard plunging cock. She encircled the organ with her fingers, and it had to pass through her hand before finding its way into the other girl's dripping pussy.
"That's right, Gary. Fuck my hand," she whispered. The boy was moaning now, the excitement too intense. His own sister-giving him a hand job while he pumped away at his girl's twat. It was too much. He knew he was going to come, but he didn't want to shoot off in Mandy's pussy. It had to be in a cunt that he had longed to feel surrounding his prick ever since he could remember. He wanted to blow his wad inside of Anne's pussy; for the first time it came clear to him-all along he had secretly been dreaming of shoving his long prick into his own sister's honey pot.
Anne knew what he was thinking. She could see it in his eyes, tell it the way he looked at her, licking his lips. "Sis...." he breathed, but he couldn't say another word. Anne knew. She gave his cock a few more squeezes and pumped up and down once or twice more on Chuck's rod. Then she got off, leaving his shaft hanging in the air. She lay quickly across the foot of the bed and spread her legs. "Come to me, Gary ... fuck me, my brother."
She reached out for him with her arms. Gary was between them in an instant, crushing her body on top of hers, pressing against one out spread thigh with his prick. The others were forgotten now. They lay next to each other, gasping and a bit stunned. It had all happened so fast.
Chuck looked over at the reclining figure beside him. Mandy struggled to take in all the air she needed to breathe, and as she gasped, her large breasts bounced and rolled over her chest, making the boy's eyes stick with them. Well, he thought to himself, it's now or never. He reached over and pulled the girl's body on top of his. His cock was still outstretched, lying on his tummy, and it pressed in between her thighs as she fell over him. Their lips met, and then their mouths opened wide as the lad's tongue began to dart in and out of the girl's orifice. His hands were all over her body, touching her here, then there, palming her breasts before moving on to her hips, kneading the flesh in between his fingers. They were ready, both of them, and Chuck lifted the girl up by her waist and poised her over his throbbing prick. Mandy reached down and grabbed the pole, positioning its head deftly against her slit. The boy shoved up with his hips, at the same time pulling her down on top of him. In a second, he was buried to the hilt inside her pussy.
She rode him now, faster and faster, feeling his thrusts pushing aside the walls of her cunt. He was wide, wider than Gary had been, and he used his cock like an expert. She closed her eyes and raised her hips in an even rhythm to match his upward thrusts. His thick penis moved deeply into her, then back out, rubbing along her clit in both directions of its ecstatic travel. His hands kneaded the flesh of her breasts, caressing the nipples with expert care.
She was going to come, she knew it. She could feel it mounting inside of her. She looked over in Anne's and Gary's direction, as if to thank them for this experience. Her glance came just in time to see the boy lower himself on top of his sister's body, pinning her arms down with his hands. His huge cock stood straight out in front of him, pointing directly at his sister's pussy. Then he just let it sink in. All of a sudden it was gone, buried deep inside the girl's dripping cunt. She smiled, then cried out, "Oh, my brother. Fuck meeee...." Anne started moving against him, as if she just couldn't help it. She tried to grind against him, pull him into her, get all of it that she could. She moved even more and faster than her brother for those first few moments.
Gary liked it, she could tell. His breathing came rougher and heavier. Then he too began to move with her. Faster and faster they rode. They were like animals in heat, exploring, pounding, pumping away. Gary pulled his sister close to him, plugging up her cunt with his hard stick. He shoved his penis deep into her, and she felt it become more swollen and throbbing. They were going to come, for the first time, this brother-sister-coming-fucking couple was going to orgasm. Gary shoved one last time and his cock burst. The fluid kept spurting out, throbbing, and burning, and pulsating. He shot his hot semen into the girl's vagina, and then collapsed, falling into Anne's warm embrace. "Oh, Anne," he cried. "Oh, my sister, my lover...."
CHAPTER SIX
Damn, Gary thought, reaching down and squeezing his hard cock through his pants. I'm really horny. Since that night at the motel, Anne's attitude had changed. She had become cooler, more aloof. At first he thought that she was feeling guilty about their incestuous encounter. But when he suggested the possibility, she just laughed. Then he began to imagine that she had someone else, and he grew jealous. He shook his head-jealous of his own sister! Now what would his folks think if they knew that? But then he wondered if they would care at all. Mom and Dad hadn't been very friendly to one another lately, and there were times when one or the other would stay out all night, not even bothering to make an excuse the next day.
But Gary returned to his own problem. "Sorry, little boy," Anne had teased him, "I just don't feel like it anymore." And then she had stomped off to her own bedroom. But her standoffish attitude hadn't prevented her from turning him on. She let him see her body every chance she could, walking around the hallways upstairs with only a loosely draped towel or robe around her. And she liked to touch him, stroking his organ until it was hard, sometimes through his trousers, but once in a while stalking into his room while he slept and reaching under the covers and pulling at his cock until it was full and hard. Sometimes she would continue to jerk him off until he came; other times she would get up and leave him, high and dry, wriggling her ass as she disappeared from his view. Those times, Gary would finish the job himself, dreaming of her soft, lovely pussy and the way it felt around his prick.
But in all the time since their first fuck, Anne had let him touch her only twice. Once he went into the bathroom and Anne was standing there, naked and ready to take a shower. He walked over to her and pulled her close. Her lips responded and so did her body. Afraid that she might change her mind before he could get her back to the bathroom, he propped her ass on the edge of the marble sink and stood between her spread legs, which she wrapped around his hips. Guiding the head of his now stiff cock into those nether lips, he pressed forward while she balanced precariously on the edge of the big double basin. Even if she slipped off, she wouldn't have fallen.
Her lovely young body was impaled on his deeply imbedded prick.
As he lunged deeper and deeper into her, Gary couldn't help but press her rear further and further back onto the slippery marble basin top. This meant his hot balls were brought into contact with the cold edge of the polished stone. It felt good, and he began to pump faster, driving her on. The girl held onto her brother with her legs and her arms, pressing his face into her own naked breasts. She didn't say a word but let his cock do its work, rubbing her clitoris as it moved inside her love channel. The boy felt her come just before he shot his load straight into her burning cunt. When his orgasm was over, he backed away, and Anne hopped off the basin, jumped into the shower, and when she emerged, she was coolly aloof again.
Gary just couldn't make out what was bothering his sister. Especially after what happened only a few days later.
Gary was out by the pool, wearing only his swimming trunks, when Anne happened to come into the yard. She looked over his lean, hard body, and suddenly must have had the urge to fuck him. Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him over to another part of the yard that was hidden by bushes and trees from the house. Then she came at him like a bitch she-wolf. She literally threw him to the ground and ripped off his trunks. Gary was so surprised by the suddenness of it all that his cock hung limp against his leg. But that didn't bother his little sister one bit. Swooping down upon him like a pelican after a fat mackerel, she gobbled up his cock, ball-deep, into her wanton mouth and sucked, licked, and chewed on that entrapped staff until it stood up, flagpole-hard. When she raised her head from his throbbing rod, she didn't even let her brother get up. Whipping off her bikini bottom with lightening speed, she lowered her seething snatch and sucked his organ into her pulsating cunt as swiftly as she had into her mouth. Using her knees as fulcrums, she raised and lowered her pussy as she slid up and down his pole. She rode him for several minutes, not heeding his own needs or the soft mewing that escaped from his mouth. Instead she used him to reach her own orgasm, which came upon her quickly. Finally she let a gasp out of her mouth and dropped all of her weight upon him as she took his cock into her to the maximum depth. Gary spit forth his own come at that moment and lay there for several seconds, his eyes closed. When he opened them, he looked up to find her gone.
Later that day he confronted her. He wanted to fuck her again, to feel the little eraspines that her cunt made as he rode her and shot off inside her pussy. But she would have nothing to do with him, then or over the course of the next several days. "Maybe some other time, Gary, baby. What I need now is a real, grown man."
The boy didn't quite know what to make of it, and he pondered her statement trying to fathom its meaning. But all that didn't help his prick. His poor swollen member felt like it was about to burst out of its skin. He needed a pussy, and he needed one now!
He thought of Mandy and some of the other girls that he had fucked, but it was late now, and it would be difficult, if not impossible, to get a hold of one right away. If only there were someone in the house, someone like Anne, someone who had a luscious young body like his sister's ... and that's when he thought of Paulette. The pretty maid had gone to bed about an hour ago, and Stealthily, Gary followed the path to her room. The hallway was empty, and when he reached the door, he saw that the girl's light was out. He slipped carefully inside, not wanting to do anything that would alarm her, make her cry out, ruin his plan.
In a few moments his eyes became accustomed to the darkened room. He could see the reclining figure, lying peacefully across the bed. A single sheet covered the girl's body, and underneath the curves and angles in all the right spaces made the cloth rise and indent irregularly. Gary tugged at his clothes and in a few silent moments stood naked next to the sleeping woman.
He slipped into bed beside her. He reached out and pulled Paulette's body to his own. She was naked, too, and her skin felt warm and cozy as it pressed against the young boy's. In her sleep, Paulette put her long arms around him and gave him a deep, warm, moist kiss, sending her tongue all over the inner recesses of his mouth. Her needs must have been as great as his own, because as their lips met and their tongues flooded into each other's mouths, the girl began to undulate her body against Gary's, grinding her pubic area into his burning groin. "Ooooh," she said, still half asleep, "Mr. Martin. You come to little Paulette. It's been so long."
The boy couldn't believe his ears. The girl was actually calling out to his father. Could it be ... yes, it must. He made his voice as low as it could and whispered words of love to her. She merely answered by pressing closer to him and kissing him more deeply. Soon her soft hand crept down and grasped his stiff cock. The very touch of her hand was almost enough to make the boy shoot his entire load right then. He took his upper arm from around her and slid in under the sheet to cup her sweet mound. The girl's hairs were stiffer than his sister's and fuller, and the feel of the long fur made the boy's cock swell even further.
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at his bed-mate in the dim light. Her eyes were still closed, but the slow, regular breathing of sleep had been replaced by short, gasping breaths. Then Paulette opened her eyes. She looked right at Gary, and said, "Why, you're not Mr. Martin. What are you doing in my bed?"
"Shhh," he cautioned. "You know what I want," and he squeezed her pussy with his open palm. "Be quiet and I'll give you a good time-a better time than my father, just you wait and see. I've got a young, stiff cock that will feel mighty good inside there." And he stuck a finger into her cunt to emphasize his meaning.
As if in response, Paulette began to stroke and squeeze the boy's hardness, feeling for him even before he finished talking. Gary leaned over and kissed her, then backed off and threw the sheets off the bed. Paulette pushed him over and plunged down on his stiff cock and sucked it into her hot, wet mouth. Anne had never done this for him, and the boy was almost driven out of his mind. Paulette took to her work with relish, sucking at him as if trying to pull his entire body through his penis. She gobbled and licked and pulled at his cock with her mouth, and his balls were so full and aching that the action was too much for him. He blasted out a load of sex juice into the strange but demanding mouth. She accepted it for the offering that it was, holding the organ long after it had stopped spurting the white, sticky fluid from its tip. Gary was embarrassed about popping so soon, especially after his earlier boast, and he said something to this effect. If the girl heard him, she didn't seem to care, and soon after he came in her mouth, she lifted herself up onto her knees over his face and lowered that patch of downy fuzz to his mouth. The boy was eager to please her.
He spread her lips with his tongue, then darted the organ deep into her vulva. The walls of it had a rough, rather slick feel, and he stiffened his tongue to penetrate every inch of it. While the lad tongued and kissed and licked her pussy, she moved up and down. He licked her lips, then slid his tongue deep into her hole, before pulling out to kiss her milky white thighs. Finally he sucked her swollen clitoris into his hungry lips. He flicked the engorged organ with the tip of his tongue, and then, as she lowered herself more demandingly upon his mouth, he kissed and licked it. Then he sucked it into his mouth again and went up and down the length of it, just as she had done when sucking his sensitive cock.
The effect was very much the same. Within a moment or two a giant shudder went through her body as she pressed her cunt ever so tightly to his mouth. The lad thought that he would smother, but then he felt a twitching of her vaginal muscles as a mammoth orgasm swept over her. She bounced her hips up and down on his mouth as he continued to pressure the clit, making her come even longer. Then her flooding of emotions was over, and she slipped from his face and lay full-length next to him. She squeezed her body next to his so that no inch of skin was left untouched.
As they pressed against each other, Gary asked the questions that had peaked his curiosity since he had entered the room. Slowly Paulette told him the story of what had happened between his father and her. "But let's not dwell on that," she said, 'let's think about us." And she slipped her hand down his body and encircled his cock.
In a few moments she had stroked the organ to I'll a reawakening. Before the boy realized what she was doing, he had a beautiful hard-on. He reached over and grabbed the girl's tits. They were about the same size as his sister's, but the shape was different. They were rounder, and hung against her chest more. Something about them made the lad want to suck them. He pulled her close and buried his face in their softness. The nipples were larger than Anne's and deeper in color. He sucked them to hardness, and he held them between his teeth, tugging on them, then letting them snap back against the tit. By opening his mouth wide, he could take almost all of the lovely fatty tissue into his mouth.
by now his erection was complete, and so he slid over and poised himself between her parted thighs. He looked down at her pussy, and his cock twitched with anticipation. Paulette was ready, too, and she reached for his staff and directed the head of it into her hairy mound surrounding the slit that it sought. Soon he felt the soft dampness of her envelop his glans. Then, with just a gentle shove of his hips, he slipped all the way down into her.
The warmth that encircled his prick was a real turn-on, and Gary lay there for a few moments enjoying the sensation. Then he began to move his hips, pulling his cock out of the soppy depths before plunging it back in. Her pussy was tight and grasping, pulling on the skin of his organ, as if trying to swallow it up. The girl grunted and pressed back against the boy as he pumped his staff into her. She wriggled, trying to make it go in even deeper, grasping him around the waist with her legs and pulling on him in rhythm with his strokes. He could feel her soft, cool skin every time their groins met, and her long cunt hairs tickled his balls like a feather duster with each stroke he took into her. He pumped it into her now, slow and easy, concentrating on every quarter-inch of travel in and out of her wonderful pussy. He loved the way she was hugging him to her, rubbing her skin over his, all cool and delicate in contrast to the hot, clutching tightness of her insides. She was pushing back on him now, with every stroke, squirming and wriggling on his rod and loving every minute of it-as he was himself. They would do it slow and gentle for a minute or two, then shift gears and slam against each other as fast as they could. Gary socked his meat to her hard and rough, until he tired of that pace and went back to the longer, slower strokes.
They kept it up for what seemed like an eternity. The boy's head was reeling with this newfound pleasure, and with the realization that he was fucking his father's mistress and doing a great job. Paulette reached down and cupped his balls in one hand, and that was it for the lad. His cock became more rigid and the blood pounded through the veins. Just as he was about to shoot, Paulette came with a violence that shook the old f bed. He was afraid that she was going to wake up the rest of the house with her moaning and groaning. When she did come, the muscular constrictions in her pussy grabbed and squeezed his cock, and with one final lunge, he buried his prick ball deep into her, spurting his hot load of come into her pussy. It was almost too much for Gary. He nearly blacked out; the room shook, and he grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly to him as he quivered and rocked and exploded inside her tight passage. He kept making funny little animal sounds that she echoed as burst after burst of hot come shot into her.
When the earthquake in his head subsided, he rolled off her, and, seeing that she was in a state of sleep-exhaustion, slipped back to his own room. He tried to sleep himself, but he was just too excited. He could hardly wait until the next day so that he could tell his sister the news....
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Come on," Gary baited his sister, "take a guess." His smug attitude bothered his sister, but still Anne wanted to know what the big secret was.
"Does it have anything to do with Dad?" The boy had said his news concerned one of the members of the family, and Anne knew that ever since she had made that remark about his immaturity, Gary had been jealous of their father. The boy nodded. Then Anne became really interested. She coaxed and cajoled him, teased him, and begged him until finally he relented.
"Okay, okay," he said, "I'll tell you. It's Dad and Paulette. They've been making it together for weeks now."
The girl stood there stunned. So that was it. Her father had seemed happier in the past few weeks, and the girl could-only attribute his recent demeanor to the increase in his sexual activity. She herself had tried to turn him on, to swing her tits in his direction whenever they were in a room together, to make suggestive glances and moves in his direction. But none of that had seemed to work. If it weren't for Paulette, though, she were sure that her father would have taken her up on her offers. The girl was dying to feel his cock inside her, to taste his come, to know what a real man, and not just a boy, could do to her body.
And now it all seemed too late. Sure, she might be able to entice her father eventually, but she couldn't wait. Her needs were now, not sometime who-knows-when?
Of all people, why Paulette? They looked so much alike; if that were her fathers type, then why hadn't he chosen her? And then the plan hit her. Yes, she sure did look like Paulette, now didn't she? And in the dark, there would be no telling who was who.
But first she needed Gary's help. She waited until the next evening for everything to be perfect. Her mother was gone, out for the night, she said. The maid had gone to bed early, and Gary was in his bedroom, lying on the bed and reading a book. It was a warm summer's eve, and he was naked. The girl slipped silently into his room and noticed that his hand had casually slid down his body and was playing with his meat. The cock lay there, semierect, all soft and spongy in his warm hand.
Anne moved in and surprised her brother. He looked up, at first expecting one of their previous fuck-sessions, then not so sure. She seemed to have a strange expression on her face, and he just couldn't make it out.
The girl leaned over his meaty prick, then reached up and pulled open her blouse. She wore no bra, and her tits hung free, just inches above the lad's organ. She rubbed the flesh of her nipples and breasts over the boy's cock, and immediately he began to stiffen and harden. Then, with just a slight twist of her head, she poised her mouth above the growing erection.
In a moment, his hardness was in her mouth. She licked and sucked on the organ, drawing up to its full length and thickness. Her head bobbed up and down on the prick as she inhaled against the meaty sides of the rod. She was like an Electrolux, pulling and tugging at him, and using her tongue to stimulate the ridge along his undershaft and tickle the rim of his glans.
"Oooh, oohhh, Sis," he said, "that feels so good. Don't stop, let me come nooww!" He thrashed his head about on the pillow and thrust his hips up in the air to meet her hungry mouth.
But Anne did stop. She pulled her head away, leaving the glistening meat suspended straight above his stomach. The prick made a loud slapping sound as it fell flat against him. The boy shook his head and forced his eyes open. He had been on a different level, and it took him a few seconds to descend to conscious reality. He looked up at his sister, standing above him. His face seemed to be asking the question: why?
"Go stick it in Paulette, Brother dear," his sister said impudently. "Go on, she's probably waiting for you."
"You bet I will," he said, hopping from the bed and running off down the hall in the direction of the maid's room.
There, thought Anne, that will keep them busy. And she headed for her own room, where she changed into a sheer nightie, before trotting off towards her father's bedroom.
Charles Martin had been pacing the room while all this had been going on. He was upset at the way things had been turning out. Ever since that night when he ... yes, the word was raped his wife, she had been hateful towards him. She began to say things to him that she never would have before. Her trips to the Club had been extended and extended until he never got to see her. She spent nights out at a time, not coming home until early dawn, and never having a clear story of where she had been. And his bouts with Paulette had been satisfying but infrequent. Nothing in his life seemed to be going right. And his family was disintegrating before his very eves. If only there was something he could do to bring it closer together.
He stripped off his suit and tie, dropping them in a heap on the floor. Naked, he walked around the room as though searching for something. He wondered, should he visit Paulette's room tonight? The girl had been making passes at him all day, wiggling her ass whenever he walked by, brushing up against him as she moved about her duties. His cock had responded, but his mind was just not in the right spot. Finally he put on his pajamas, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed. He lay there in the dark, staring at the patterns the dim outside lights made upon the ceiling. Perhaps, he thought, Paulette would take the initiative tonight and slip into his room. He thought about her lush body and his cock stiffened, but the pressures of the day and his worries had made him tired. He dozed.
He didn't know how many minutes or hours had passed when he became vaguely aware that someone had opened the door to the room and had slipped inside. At first he thought it was Donna, home from one of her nightly jaunts. But then he could see the outline of the figure. It was younger and slimmer than his wife's and whoever it was wore nothing but a frilly nightie.
The girl approached him and slipped her hand under the bed covers and began to play with his cock right through his pajamas. "Paulette," he called out. It was just too dark now to see anything. "Mmmmm, yes," the girl whispered hoarsely. And then as if to shut off all further conversation, she covered his mouth with her lips. Her tongue shot past his in tiny, darting, swift motions. Her hands continued to explore his body on the outside of his pajamas, occasionally dipping inside to press her skin against his. The man responded by letting his own hands roam free. They moved uninhibitedly over her firm, young body. He ran his fingers over the small of her back, down to cup both half-moons of her buttocks in his hands, dipping a finger under the crevice to touch the hot, wet region between her legs. He pushed aside the cloth of her nightie and reached under the panties. His needs were sharp now, and he had no time to remove the material. He inserted a finger through the pubic hairs and into the damp opening. His finger found her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth; she sighed and thrust her hips at him spasmodically. His other hand busied itself on her breasts, fingering the nipples into stiffness.
Her own hands were busy on him. She reached through the opening of the pajamas and cradled his testicles with one hand and gently squeezed them. Her other hand worked up and down the shaft, making it harder than ever. She clutched and grabbed at him as though it had been too long since she had had a man. Her breathing was ragged. He could feel her heart beating wildly when she pressed her breasts close to him.
She opened her nightie top, trying to get it out of the way, at the same time straining to take off his pajama tops. "Here, let me," he said and with one swift motion, each took off the inhibiting clothing that had kept their naked bodies from one another.
When they were completely naked, she pressed in close to him, her eager hands rushing to hold his turgid penis once again. She rubbed and cradled his organ, like a child with a new toy, holding it and squeezing it.
His own hands were busy on her, touching her nipples and massaging her breasts; he kissed her hungrily, burying his tongue deep in her mouth. His mouth dipped to her cheeks, her throat, then along the slope of one breast, kissing and licking until he got to a nipple, already stiff with passion.
He took the hard skin in between his lips, and he sucked on it. His hand moved along her legs, widening them. He cupped the mound at the junction, rubbed her furry precipice in time to her squeals of delight. Then he inserted a finger into the wet, hungry opening.
She spread her legs even wider and began to jerk his penis with a frantic rhythm. Charles thought that a demon had overtaken Paulette. She had been wild before, but never had she seemed so insistent upon her satisfaction, never had she been so demanding in her needs.
"You really need me tonight, don't you baby," he said, grinding his cock unmercifully against her naked, furry groin. Her hand never let go of the organ, however, and she continued to pump it.
"Oh, yesss, Da ... Mr. Martin," Anne answered, trying to disguise her voice with the throaty huskiness of passion.
"Tell me more," Charles said now, not letting up on her. "Tell me how much you like my cock." If he suspected anything at that point, he didn't let on by any change in his intonation.
"Oh, yes. I love your cock, your wonderful, sweet, hard, long cock. I'm crazy about it, Mr. Martin. I want your cock deep in me. In my pussy. Fucking me."
Charles felt more excited than he had in a long while. He liked the sound of her words, especially when he had a finger up her cunt and she was busily massaging his cock to even fuller hardness.
Well, he thought, she had asked for a fucking and she was going to get it ... but good. He moved over, twisting to hover above her naked body. He could see her, writhing and sweating under him. Her eyes were burning with expectation. Her fine blond" hair was splayed across the pillow, and her firm breasts heaved as she gasped for air. He lowered his body onto hers. She held onto his penis, guiding it into her. When the tip was in, Charles thrust forward with a mighty heave. His cock went in smoothly. She took his full length with no trouble.
She grunted, squealed, and then clamped her legs about his waist, locking her ankles behind his back with such intensity that he winced. Then she began rocking back and forth, grinding her crotch into his groin, doing little bumps of delight, twisting her buttocks as she lifted them from the bed.
Charles held onto the young girl's shoulders as he plunged into her with a rhythm that was slow at first, but which gradually increased in speed. Her little cunt seemed to grasp at the shaft of his cock, longing for it, never wanting to let it go. She was tight down there, and the muscles contracted on him, gripping him with such convulsive spasms that he almost came right then and there. But he bit his lips and held on for the ride, that lovely, wonderful ride that he was enjoying so much.
Her nipples raked his chest like hot nails. Her mouth was mashing against his, the tongue exploring deeply, shooting in and out between his teeth, the way his penis was doing between her legs.
Her pretty face grew red with passion. Her eyes glazed. Her hips went so wild that he had to grasp them with both hands and dig his fingers into the gyrating flesh to keep from bucking off the bed. The bedsprings began to protest loudly as the two bodies went into a flurry of motion. Her nails raked his back. Her sharp teeth nipped at his lips, his earlobes, his cheeks.
Then Anne unlocked her legs from around her father's body, and, placing one foot on the bed, pushed wildly, sending them rolling over so that she was on top. Then she took over. They thrashed about wildly, she on top, he happily on the bottom. His hands roamed over her entire body, touching the breasts, palming the distended nipples, moving over her undulating belly, and around back to cup her wildly gyrating buttocks.
She moved faster and faster up and down on him. Her torso churned, Her breasts bobbed. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her movements became frantic as his penis shot in and out of her young body.
The girl's nipples were hard against his palms as he massaged her breasts. Her body trembled with passion. It wouldn't be long for either one of them now. His swollen penis jabbed at her cunt, thrusting with increasing passion and excitement. And then it came. A sharp, muted cry from her lips. She went wild. Her hips gyrated against him. Her loins ground against his genitals. Charles rammed his penis into her in a last series of short, wild thrusts that put both of them over the top. His penis expanded in her and from the tip of it spurted hot spasms of semen against the pulsating walls of her vagina.
They lay there exhausted, but as the man reached for her to hold her close, the girl jumped from the bed and ran out of the room. It was only later, while the man lay in bed thinking about what had happened that the thought came to him that it was not Paulette hat he had fucked. That it was ... someone else ... that is was his own daughter, Anne....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna lay on one of the lounge chairs that the Club had so carefully arranged in a quiet area just off the room with the swimming pool. She dozed, then awoke to find her body bathed in sweat. Strange thoughts had been plaguing her, making her feel uncomfortable and draining her of all emotional energy.
She was coming to realize that perhaps it was too late for her and Charles. Certainly they had no rapport anymore. They seldom talked, and after his attack on her, she hadn't let him touch her again. She knew now that even if she were to stay with him, she would have to develop a life of her own-here at the Club, with men of her choosing to satisfy her sexual needs. Of that she was certain. She had massive desires that had just recently come to the surface. No longer, she vowed, would they be denied. If she wanted to fuck from now on, she would fuck.
She opened her eyes and looked around. The clock on the wall said seven-thirty. Late, she thought. Vanessa was supposed to meet her before this. They had planned on having dinner together, then doing something for the rest of the evening. "Something" most often meant going back to Vanessa's for some lovemaking.
Vanessa's husband was out of town on business, and after that first encounter with Donna in the pool, she had become friendlier and friendlier to the woman. She had never mentioned how her hands had roamed over Donna's body, nor had Donna admitted the delicious feelings that the woman had engendered in her. But then one night, Vanessa had just suggested that Donna sleep over at her house.
The reason she gave was that Donna could use the break from the problems of her household. But Donna could tell, by the way her friend looked her body over, that there was more to it than that.
They had gone to Vanessa's large house and had made up the bed in the guest room. Donna got into one of her friend's old nighties and had retired to her room to do some reading. But a few minutes later, Vanessa had appeared in the doorway, a sheer black peignoir gracing her body, showing every curve and the fullness of her breasts. Donna had just stared, saying nothing. Then Vanessa had taken the initiative. She walked over to the large double bed and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Move over," she ordered. "I want to sleep with you tonight."
Donna had looked up, stunned at her friend's suggestion, and the other woman explained. "We're alone in the house tonight, and I feel like cuddling up to someone ... especially someone like you."
She pulled back the covers and in a second was lying next to her friend, their bodies pressed close together through the material of the nightgowns. Donna lay still, as if she were in a trance. Then she began shaking. There was a strange feeling that was coming over her. She felt hot. She felt so very hot, and she knew that her friend's body was causing it.
Vanessa was taking the garments off her body. Soon both women lay there naked. Donna could feel hands all over her body. Vanessa was rubbing her; Vanessa with her dark eyes was staring at Donna's pussy, and the fairer woman was being turned on by her more experienced friend. Donna's body was shuddering now. She could feel hands on her tits. They moved the flesh and pinched the nipples. Vanessa's hands were touching Donna's skin everywhere.
Donna knew that she was going to give in this time. What's more, she knew that she was going to enjoy it. She had liked when Gertrude had lapped her cunt. But that was different. Gertrude was like a paid servant. She almost had to do it to Donna. Here, though, on this bed, she lay next to her friend, someone she had known for years. Someone who was about to ravish her body in a new way.
Donna peered through half-closed lids at Vanessa's beautiful body. She wanted to touch her friend, to taste her tits. Vanessa had big, gorgeous breasts, and Donna wanted to kiss them, lick them, suck the nipples. And she lifted her head and took them into her lips. Vanessa trembled, then continued to massage the other woman's breasts. Slowly her hand moved down to her crotch and began to play with her cunt.
It felt too good to be true. Donna's tongue was fluttering over the other woman's nipples. And Vanessa was rubbing Donna's pussy with her hand, occasionally letting a finger slip inside to tickle the woman's clitoris.
Donna gasped as the other woman moved her finger in and out of her body. She had become awakened to all kinds of sensations she had never before experienced. She thought that she was going to erupt into a ball of blue fire. Her body was so hot now, urging her on. She pulled her mouth away from Vanessa's tits and pressed her lips against the other woman's face. They kissed deeply, wetly.
"Oooh, do it to me, please," she pleaded. And the other woman brought her body on top of her friend's. Their skin meshed, their breasts pressed against each other, juices flowed freely from one cunt to the other, and Vanessa began to rub her crotch against Donna's. They were licking and kissing each other now, as they rubbed their cunts together some more. They moved faster and faster. They were rubbing their bodies together as tightly as possible. And the orgasms were building up inside each of them. They could feel it rising from the center of their cunts, a throbbing and pounding that filled their bodies.
They rubbed their tits together, and licked and sucked and nibbled at each other's neck, throat, earlobes. Then Vanessa turned over and straddled Donna, her face above the other's pussy. She went to work on her cunt. She pulled on the sensitive lips and shot her tongue into the hot little hole. They devoured each other as they continued to writhe and grind their bodies together. They moved, mouth locked on pussy, eating and licking and sucking and bringing each other to the heights of excitement.
They licked and sucked on one another until it happened with a violence that frightened Donna. The orgasm came and their bodies shook. They seemed to be helpless, lost in the awesome force of their mutual explosions.
And then they fell asleep in each other's arms. Not just that night, but for many nights thereafter. Awakened to this new form of love.
But now her lover was late. It wasn't like her, Donna thought, and she got up to look around the Club. Perhaps she was waiting for her in one of the other rooms.
. As she walked through the exercise rooms, massage area, and other lounges, Donna realized that she was alone in the Club. Not only was Vanessa missing; none of the other members were around either. And then she entered the area with the swimming pool, and she saw her friend sitting in a towel on the edge of the pool, dangling her feet into the warm, blue water.
"Oh, hi," she said, looking up at her friend. Vanessa jumped to her feet, threw off her towel, and dove into the pool. "How about a swim," she asked, "in the nude, of course." The other woman had always been so much bolder than Donna in displaying herself.
Donna looked around and threw off her own clothing. Then she, too, entered the water, letting its warmth relax her body, feeling the tightness pass from her muscles as she swam. Soon both were out of the water and lying on adjacent chaises.
Vanessa let her hand drop onto her belly, then down to her itching cunt. In a moment, her finger had disappeared inside. "Aaaahh," she cooed, "just what you need after a little exercise. You should try it." And she began to move her hand in and out of her pussy.
Soon both women were sighing as they pumped away with their hands. Vanessa was the first to come, and she cried out with a holler that would have disturbed her friend, had she, too, not been on the verge of coming herself. The more cautious woman was glad that they were alone and that no one had seen what they were doing. Little did she know how wrong she was.
Billy, the male attendant who came in to help clean up every evening, had watched their antics from a hidden corner of the pool area. At first he thought that the Club was empty, but then he heard noises. As he entered the room, he was shaken to discover the two naked women sitting there, each with a finger in her own cunt, and grunting away as they played with themselves.
His own hand had slipped to the trunks hiding his huge organ. The sight of the lovely bodies had turned him on, and he pulled his half-erect cock from its resting place and began to pull on it. The prick swelled in his hand as he watched and massaged the skin of his long shaft. He felt that he was going to blow his wad, when Vanessa started to howl, but he held back and looked at Donna's lovely, writhing body. He still hadn't come when the women returned to their senses and got up, looking for some covering.
He turned to get out of there fast, but stumbled on a pile of towels on the floor. Vanessa heard the commotion and ran over to where he lay sprawled on the floor. She stood over him, legs apart, her breasts swaying gently against her skin.
"So," she said, "spying on us, huh?" She eyed the young stud's muscular, lean body, paying particular attention to the giant bulge that shown through his trunks. "You know, I could have you fired." And she could, he knew that, too. Vanessa pressed her advantage. "That is, unless you cooperate with me." The boy nodded. He'd do anything. If they report him.
"Okay, then. Follow me." She took him by the wrist and led him to where Donna was waiting. Vanessa looked over at her friend and Donna silently understood. They were going to use this young stud for their own pleasures.
Together they stripped off his clothes, then, leaving him standing by the edge of the pool, dove into the water. The lad stared at them for a second, then, what could he do? He followed them, letting the two of them gang up on him, push his head under the surface of the water, then continuing to fool around with him.
At first Billy was too timid to do any grabbing of his own, but he soon lost that inhibition. He felt Donna's legs as she waded by, then took both of Vanessa's large tits in his hands as she treaded water near the deep end of the pool. Then they all three retired to the three-foot level, and Billy stuck a hand in each pussy and began to bring them off. They, in turn, were both playing with his cock, making it swell up, but being careful that he didn't come and ruin their fun. Then Vanessa suggested that they all get out of the pool and really start to play.
"Sure," Billy said, game for anything at this point. Any fears or apprehensions he had had at the beginning were gone now, and he was excited about what would happen next.
He climbed out of the pool, and Vanessa told him to lie down on a soft mat on the tiled floor. He did as he was told, his prick lying long and hard against his belly. Then, without warning, Vanessa grabbed the organ and got right on top of him. She straddled him like she was about to ride a horse, and, pressing the head of his rod against her pussy lips, slammed right down on his hard-on. It felt real good to the boy, propped up on his elbows there by the pool, just lying there looking at her big free-swinging titties, and feeling all that hot pussy sliding up and down the shaft of his prick. It felt good to Vanessa, too, who bounced on him with an increasing intensity.
Donna had been watching all of this, and she felt the tenseness build up inside her own cunt. She had to have it relieved, and right now. She walked over to where the boy lay, and with one big step, stood with one leg on either side of his head. His face was just inches from her hungry pussy, and he began to lick his lips, beckoning her to him. She moved in closer, and the boy reached up with one hand, grabbing her by the ass. Then he pulled her right down to his mouth. Her skin was wet with the chlorine taste of the pool water, and her twat was creaming with cunt juices. The boy licked and kissed her groin area, letting his tongue and lips rove all over. And the woman began to move her hips in time with his darting, probing thrusts into her cunt with his tongue.
Vanessa started to roll her hips, wriggling back and forth on the boy's prick, moving so that his staff rubbed roughly over her clitoris. She bobbed up and down on top of the stiff rod, letting it tantalize her sensitive slit, only slowing down when his cock began to stiffen too much and she was afraid he would pop off. She wanted to make this go on forever.
They kept it up for a long while now, the boy's cock thrusting deep into Vanessa's twat, his tongue probing and exploring Donna's cunt. The boy had fallen flat against the mat, now, and Donna was on her knees, about the same level as Vanessa. The woman got off Billy's face for a second, twisted around to face her friend, then straddled the boy's mouth again. In a second his tongue was back inside her pussy where it belonged.
Vanessa reached over and grabbed her friend's titties. The women leaned into each other and began to kiss, their hot tongues probing into each other's mouths, much as Billy's prick was penetrating Vanessa's pussy and his tongue exploring Donna's cunt.
Then it all happened at once. Donna's come welled up inside her and she began to pump up and down on the boy's face, Oblivious to anything now except her own pleasure. She nearly broke his jaw when she came, moaning and bouncing. The boy could feel her body twitching as the orgasms flooded through her. And Vanessa wasn't far behind. She, too, began to pound away at the lad's cock, using her cunt like a sucking tool, trying to swallow it all in, and lunging down on him one last time before that release would overcome her.
His cock was still hard, and he continued to shove it into and out of Vanessa's pussy. He would shoot off in a minute himself, but the two women didn't care. Donna had moved over closer to Vanessa, and the two of them were hanging onto each other, necking, tonguing each other's mouths, grabbing and rubbing the sldn of their breasts, arms, buttocks, legs....
Billy kept humping his hips in the air now, using Vanessa's gripping pussy to bring on his own orgasm. It didn't take long. A few more thrusts and he was sending globs of hot, sticky fluid deep into her channel.
The friends kept at it though. They rolled off of the lad's body and lay on the tiles, kissing and hugging each other. Vanessa had her fingers in Donna's pussy, bringing her to yet another explosion. Billy then joined in the fun, inserting his body in between the two, grabbing whatever skin he could, feeling tits and legs and cunts. He had strange hands on his own rod, first Donna's, then Vanessa's, then both, then who-knows ... who cares?
There seemed to be nothing but tits and cunts and cock and skin and groans. Finally the two women popped off again, and all three lay back, exhausted. Billy still had his hard erection, and Donna gave it a few strokes. "We'll use it later," she said, then slipped into the water. Vanessa followed, and the boy lay there on the mat, letting his exhaustion overtake him. He slept.
When he awoke, the two women were stretched out on touching chaise lounge chairs. Vanessa's hand was draped over her friend's chair, and both women seemed to be asleep with their legs slightly parted. Billy looked down at his cock. It stood straight up, and he decided that it would be good to fuck them both. They were right next to each other, so he could prong one, give her a few strokes, then move over to the other one, going back and forth until he came off. It would be a game to see who got his load of come. Quietly he kneeled down next to Vanessa and started to play with her cunt. She groaned and smiled but didn't say anything. She probably thought that Donna was giving her pussy a friendly greeting, because she reached over and started to finger the other woman's box. That's when she opened her eyes and saw Billy.
She grinned up at him, not surprised or shocked or anything but pleasured. Her short nap had set her up for another bout of sex. She continued to hold his cock in one hand, while casually toying with her friend's pussy with the other.
She played with the boy's prick for a while, and he let her get him good and hard. All the while that she worked on his organ, he pushed "first one, than a second finger inside her dripping pussy.
He rubbed at the clitoris, teasing her, feeling the spasms of excitement wrack her stomach and drive her cunt down hard on his hand. Donna had opened her eyes by this time, and just lay there, enjoying the sight and letting Vanessa diddle her twat. Everyone was ready now, and Billy decided to start his game. He pulled his hand out of Vanessa's hole and spread her thighs apart. He poised over her, letting his long cock point towards her pussy lips. Then he stuck it in there, letting it ride way up there at first, then pulling almost out, before giving her a few more strokes. Then he pulled out completely.
Vanessa was stunned at first, but she smiled when she saw the young stud climb on top of her friend. After all, it was Donna's turn now. He shoved it in the other woman next, thrusting it in ball-deep. Letting it rest there a few moments, he backed off, then began to pump away slowly for a few times. Donna arched her hips a little and he felt like staying, but he pulled out again and went back to Vanessa. This went on for three or four more times, with Donna doing a little bit more each time to make him want to finish off in her. He kept going back to Vanessa; but then, when he was shoving it in Donna for her turn, the woman squirmed a little, lifted her legs and propped them right up on his shoulders, so he could get way deep inside her. There was no pulling out this time, and he pumped away at her pussy, plowing and shoving until he felt her convulsions, signaling her final release. Then he shot his own load inside her pussy.
Later, after the boy had left, Donna and Vanessa reminisced about the night as they got dressed to go home and get some sleep. Donna was amazed at how much she had enjoyed herself at the Club. Now, she thought, if only there were a Sex Club....
CHAPTER NINE
Donna was relaxing on the massage table, concentrating on the strong hands that were rubbing against her skin. It had been a long day that she had spent, out shopping and running around with Vanessa. She had even stopped in at her house, but no one except Paulette was home. The young maid had looked especially happy and rosy, and Donna had told her so. The girl had just giggled, embarrassed at her mistress's words, and had run off to attend to her chores. Then she returned to the Club, looked in on the pool area where she and Vanessa had spent last evening, and made an appointment with Gertrude for a massage.
She was weary now, trying to keep the thoughts of her problems but of her head. But she knew she would have to think about them eventually. What was she going to do? Would she go back to Charles and the rest of the family? Or should she stay out oh her own, living with Vanessa and continuing to experiment with her sexuality as she had the previous evening? They were questions with no easy answers.
But Donna put them out of her mind for now as the masseuse's fingers probed her skin. Gertrude was a powerful woman, and she used her strength to direct the relaxing power of her hands to Donna's muscles. The older woman could feel the stress and strains that had her pretty client tied up in knots. And she worked hard to help the younger woman to release the tensions.
The masseuse poked and prodded her skin, driving her hands over Donna's body. It felt so good, and Donna grunted and groaned with every relaxing stroke.
Then, the normally reticent Gertrude spoke. "Billy, he is a friend of mine. And he tell me what go on last night with you and that other woman." She sounded a bit hurt, as if she were sorry that she was not invited. But then she went on. "It's good, right?" Her voice was happier now, and she seemed to be joining in the other woman's pleasure.
Donna only nodded. She was on the verge of falling asleep, and even that pleasant association with what went on last night could not rouse her. She smiled peacefully to herself. So Gertrude knew. Well, she guessed it wouldn't remain a secret for long. If nothing else, Billy would be sure to tell the other male attendants. In a way, Donna hoped he would talk. After all, some of them might get some ideas-and they were all quite good-looking.
"That was like me," Gertrude continued, not really explaining herself too well. "In Europe, I mean. I work for a club, not like this Club here, but another one. A better one. Where men and women come. And make love. All kinds of good things go on there. It was fun to work there...."
So, Donna thought, those stories she had heard about the European sex clubs were true. Her ears perked up and she began to listen to the words that her masseuse spoke, all the while continuing to rub and caress her soft skin.
Gertrude told how she had come to work in the club as a young girl in Europe. It was a big luxurious building with lots of bedrooms and every kind of sexual device that could be imagined. Gertrude told how she had come to realize all of the things that went on there (she was only hired to clean up), how rich people would pay money and then come there, alone or in groups. The club management took care of everything else. Women were hired for the men customers, and male prostitutes were provided to serve the female clients. Nothing was forbidden. Everything was allowed. Any form of pleasure could be found there, every desire fulfilled, every practice, no matter how kinky, considered normal. There was food and drink, sex and love, whips, chains, costumes, and whatever else could be imagined or demanded.
Now, thought Donna, that is the kind of club I would join in a minute. A place to go to after a long hard day-a place to relax. With a club like that, she would have no need to ever go back home again. She looked up at Gertrude and smiled.
The older woman had continued rubbing Donna's smooth body while she spoke-massaging and kneading the skin of her legs, arms, buttocks. Donna found that the words and the sensations had turned her on. Her body was hot and getting hotter. Now she spread her legs slightly, an invitation to the masseuse to suck her pussy.
Gertrude took up the offering. She bent over and began to kiss the other woman's body. She kissed her tits wetly, then moved down over the girl's navel. Her tongue fluttered over the skin wherever her face landed on Donna's body. The woman was becoming more aroused now, and she writhed ecstatically on the massage table. Donna loved what she was feeling.
Gertrude ran her fingers up and down on the woman's body. She felt Donna's ribs, then moved her fingers back up to the luscious breasts. She played with. the nipples which sent shivers through the woman's body. Then she bent over and took the rigid flesh in her mouth. She sucked on the tits, pulling at them with her lips, her teeth, and licking them with her tongue. Gertrude had never touched Donna's body in this manner, and the younger woman was regretting that it had not happened sooner.
Now she moved her palms to the tits, then down under the mounds and along the lovely body that trembled under her touches. She reached the spot between the legs, and Gertrude wanted to shove a finger into Donna's cunt. But still she held back. She moved her fingers around the area, feeling the dew that had gathered on the woman's pubic hairs. She could see that Donna was very aroused.
Donna started to gasp, panting and sucking in large gulps of air. She liked the feeling that Gertrude was filling her with. The older woman moved her hands over Donna's thighs, then around her hips. Finally she ran her fingers up and down her body.
The younger woman was writhing and thrashing about now, whimpering for more. Gertrude kissed the woman on the stomach, then began to move her tongue lower on the girl's body. She reached the cunt and gave it a big kiss. Donna gasped with delight. Gertrude worked her tongue up and down in the opening to the hungry pussy, flicking her tongue over the soft pink lips and darting its tip past the folds, into the love channel.
Gertrude shoved her lips against the entrance to the pussy. She thrust her tongue against it. She licked the hole and Donna gasped with delight. Then she pressed her tongue hard against it. She worked heir tongue up and down on the hole and moved her tongue fully into it.
Donna's cunt seemed to tighten around the tongue. Her muscles pulled at the organ, surrounding it, seeming to suck back at it. Gertrude grabbed the woman by her buttocks and worked her tongue in even further. She dashed her tongue as far as it would go into Donna's pussy. She pressed her mouth against the cunt lips, and she spread her tongue wide, forcing the walls apart. Then she pulled her tongue out. Now she started moving her tongue in and out of the hole as fast as possible. She shoved her tongue all the way in, then pulled it out more slowly, only to begin the thrusting motion all over again. In the meantime, she used her fingers to knead and massage the woman's flesh. Donna could feel herself writhing and tossing her body, and the pleasure kept constantly growing within her. The feelings became more intense, and Donna began to lift her hips up every time the older woman thrust forward with her tongue. She knew she was going to come now any moment, and she bounced and jerked and arched her hips in that lovely, infinite, pleasurable rhythm. And then it was all over. She came in an intense explosion that rocked her body and sent spasms throughout her belly and made her body tremble.
Finally she quieted down, and when she looked up, Gertrude was gone. But the words she had spoken remained in Donna's head. A sex club, where every desire could be fulfilled, where every pleasure found. And she remembered one more thing that Gertrude had said. It was a secret club.
All the studs and prostitutes hired wore masks, as did the guests to hide their identities. The thought was thrilling to Donna. Totally guilt-free sex. She could hardly wait to tell Vanessa.
CHAPTER TEN
Vanessa was excited about the idea as Donna explained it to her in detail. She kept nodding her head in agreement or saying "yes," or "wowf" or otherwise showing her enthusiasm. There was just one point that Donna had failed to provide-where were they going to find the young studs they needed for their sex club?
They thought about that for a long time, and then Vanessa finally hit upon an answer. An old college chum of hers had later worked for a Madame in a large city not too far away. She would have all sorts of underground connections to all kinds of sexual activities. Vanessa had tracked down her phone number (she no longer was working in the brothel, but had married a prominent member of the community) and had come out and asked her. The friend, whose name was Christy, thought the idea was great, and gave Vanessa the names of two men she could call. But then Vanessa, brave, wild free Vanessa, had chickened out. She turned the contact work over to Donna.
Well, Donna thought, she might not be brave enough, but I sure am. She was determined to see this thing through to the end. It had become almost an obsession with her now, and there was no turning back at this point. She called the first number, but it had been disconnected. Her heart sank. Her only leads, and already one of them was no good. Then she dialed the other number, and almost passed out when a deep gruff male voice answered.
She stammered her way through an explanation and then waited.
"Who'd ya say told you to call me?" he asked again.
"Christy," she answered. She started to say more, but he cut her off.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Then come on over." He gave her directions.
She arrived in no time. The house was in a declining section of town, and she hated to be there at night, but once inside the door she felt better. Everything was neat and clean and looked quite new.
And he looked even better. His name was Jack, and he was young, with a full muscular build, strong arms, and a bulge between his legs that fascinated Donna. He sat her down and she explained her idea to him. "Can you help me?" she asked at last.
He thought about it for a minute, all the while staring at her, looking up and down her lush body. "Yes," he answered. "I think so." And then he got up and walked over to where the woman sat. "But first, why don't I give you a sample of our services?"
He leaned over and gave the woman a kiss. His mouth pried hers open and soon their tongues were rubbing together. She moved against him, pressing her body to his, letting him know she wanted it.
He lifted her up, carried her into the bedroom, and carefully removed her clothes. He was a real gentleman, and he folded the items and put them on a chair. And then he took off his own clothes. Soon Donna could see that her earlier assessment had been right. The man was hung. His cock was semierect now and pointed down towards his knees, and his sack of balls were large and hairy, and the woman wanted to cradle them in her hands.
He lay down next to her and kissed her again. She lunged up at him with her body and pressed herself to him. His now fully-erect cock settled between her legs and nestled up against her furry twat. He was rubbing his hands over her skin now, exploring every part of her, playing it cool, not rushing things.
The man moved back a little and began to explore the front of her body now, finally resting his hand on her cunt. She was getting wet, Donna knew, and she itched down there. She hoped that he would get his cock inside her soon. But Jack was very gentle and in control of the urgency that was behind every gesture. As he stroked her body and planted kisses everywhere, she really began to burn. Then he bent down and sucked her tits into his mouth and she writhed under him.
Finally she couldn't stand it any longer and began to squirm against him, begging him to take her. Next thing, she reached down and grabbed his cock almost as if she couldn't help it. So big, so firm. She held it in her hand long enough to check it out and then pointed it at her pussy. It sank in just like it had always belonged there. They lay perfectly still, just digging the way it felt to be joined together. That cock filled her beautifully, and it was all she could do to keep from churning against it. But if she had, she would have come right then and there.
He was careful not to come down on her tits too hard, letting the hairs of his big chest tickle her nipples, then squeezing against her very gently. She held her legs tightly around him, pressing her feet into his buttocks. They kissed once more, deeply, ever so deeply, and at last the in-and-out motion of his cock began very slowly. It was so good that Donna had begun to forget this was only business to the stud.
She swiveled her ass to meet his movements, loving every stroke of his cock and becoming more and more lost in the sheer sensation of fucking as the rhythm increased and the strokes became deeper. It was a marvelous fuck. Time vanished for Donna, and she had no idea how long it lasted. She was dimly aware of her surroundings, but she was only concerned with herself, in all her femaleness, being prodded by a magnificent prick that sent fantastic sparks of pleasure through her body.
She hung in suspension, in a marvelous paradise, everything crass and ugly left far behind. This was perfect beauty to her. Being female and being fucked by this long-pricked male.
She felt like she were climbing a mountain now, up a narrow path towards the top. She was almost there now, closer and closer....
"Jack, Jack!" she cried and her body began to wrack with spasms of pure enjoyment as her pussy, almost without warning, gave a sharp twinge, then began pulling on his cock violently, all by itself. Her whole body was a volcano, bursting and bubbling.
He plunged his cock into her like the thrust of a sword, and then the two of them shuddered, clinging to each other desperately as they shook. All that was happening was beyond their control. And, Donna thought, so beautiful.
When she opened her eyes, her body still linked with Jack's, people were standing over the bed. She was too weak, too far gone to care or to worry. She kept running her hands over Jack's body appreciatively, and he kept kissing her on the temples.
Finally the man spoke. "Baby, I want you to meet Joe, and Greg, and Tom. These are the rest of my 'staff of studs. These are the guys who will be helping you at your sex club. And just because we like you, we're gonna give you a little taste of what to expect."
The others crowded around the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Donna looked up at them. They were each strong and muscular, young and tanned, and their nude bodies showed remarkably good endowments in the genital regions. She was nervous and a bit frightened. But at the same time, she was interested to see what would happen.
Joe and Greg went to the head of the bed and sat down near her tits. Tom bent over and started to kiss her lips. He covered her mouth with his, wetly and forcefully probing into her mouth with his tongue. And as they kissed, Joe and Greg began to suck on her tits like hungry babies. Donna had never had the attention of three guys before. In fact, never more than one at a time, and the sensations filled her with an excitement she had not experienced before. The only thing that was missing was the fact that her anxious cunt was still unoccupied territory.
She was getting really turned on fast with three guys working on her tits and mouth. Finally she managed to push Tom's lips away, and she called out, "What about my pussy?" And with that Jack put his smooth face in between her legs and began to suck.
Then Tom propped up on his knees and stuck his own big, firm prick in her mouth. She pulled and sucked on it and twisted her tongue around it. God, she thought, how I love to suck on big cocks like this. She was a little hesitant at first, but then she seemed to know just what to do. She sucked it soft and gentle to begin with, but then as she found the sensitive spots and licked them with her tongue, she also began to bite and tug at other areas with her teeth.
All this time, Joe and Greg kept working on her tits, licking and sucking on them, pulling at the flesh with their teeth, letting their tongues etch out little wet lines around the fine, hard nipples. The one boy-she couldn't tell who it was-began to cup her fleshy mound in his hand, before plastering his lips to the skin and exciting her even more. And Jack used his tongue in her slit to bring her close to another orgasm. He thrust his hard organ in her pussy, tasting the salty cunt juice that had mixed with his own come. His mouth was pressed firmly against the opening of her pussy, and he licked at the lips before sending another burst of tongue whips inside.
Then the two boys working on her tits slid themselves up on the bed so that their long, hard, firm pricks were within easy reach. Instinctively the woman grabbed for them, taking one in each hand and stroking and massaging the flagpole-stiff flesh with her fists. And all the while Tom kept pumping her mouth with his rod, pushing it in as far as it would go, before pulling out and letting her nibble on the purple tip. Then he repeated the whole operation again.
Donna was going out of her mind. Four guys were working on her. This was Donna's quartet of cocks ... cocks everywhere, in her hands, in her mouth, and soon she hoped, in her pussy. The idea alone was enough to make her pant, and what they were doing to her was driving her wild.
The rhythms were all different. Everybody was doing his own thing and really concentrating on it. It was so different from anything Donna had ever had before ... from a simple fuck with just one other person, Vanessa or Charles or Johnny or Billy or any of her other old and new lovers. She did not feel the same intimacy that she shared with her other partners, but then, in its own way, this was more of a mental and emotional and physical turn-on than anything else. She would never have guessed, just a few weeks ago, that she would be doing so well at an orgy. What made it all so good for her, of course, was the fact that she was the center of attention. She was the star. All her guys were concerned only with her. If there had been other women there-well, perhaps just Vanessa-she would not have been so happy.
She just lay there, wiggling, hardly knowing which sensation to focus on. Sometimes Tom would grab her by the hair to get her going again' on his cock after she'd let herself drift away in what was happening to her pussy. She was really getting hot now, her cunt juices flowing into Jack's mouth down there.
She decided that she would have to take care of them one by one. Tom would be first to get his nuts off. That way she could really enjoy her own orgasm when the thing came. So she sucked like mad, bobbing her head up and down in an awkward position until she thought her neck would break. But he was loving it, moaning away and saying sweet things.
She could feel his cock getting more rigid now, and just a bit bigger. God knows it was big enough, but still it stretched her cheeks out, and the tip went deep into her throat. She could tell he was about to shoot off any minute. And she knew that when it happened, there would be no holding back for Tom. He was pumping her with a force that said he was not the type of guy to hold back. So she accelerated into high gear with her head vibrating, her lips curled over her teeth to make them soft. And she sucked on that cock, pulling it deep into her mouth. Then she felt a surge inside his prick somewhere and she knew that was it.
For a few instants more he kept fucking her mouth. In and out with his cock, fast and rough, while she could taste the wet saltiness. He groaned loudly, and she drank in every last bit of his sperm, gulping down the hot globs as they came spewing out of the hole in the head of his penis.
When the boy fell back on the bed, exhausted, Donna went to work on the two tit-suckers on either side of her. Their pricks were almost ready to shoot off now, too, from the oral stimulation and from the massaging she had given them. A few more strokes, and first Joe, then Greg shot off into the air, little droplets sticking to her hands. Then she settled back to concentrate on the eating out her cunt was getting.
Jack's lips kept nibbling at the sensitive skin down there, and his tongue was licking at her pussy, teasing it, driving her into a state of distraction. She lay back and closed her eyes, her entire being centered on her pussy. The others had left her now, and she let her arms droop on the side of the bed, her head resting on a pillow. Finally she could stand it no longer.
"Put it in," she whispered hoarsely. "Fuck me, someone."
She didn't know who she was talking to. Anyone would do, any cock could stick up her pussy right now and bring her off. She kind of hoped it would be Tom; she liked the feel of his cock inside her mouth. But Greg and Joe and Jack also had nice pricks and would do just fine.
Just instants later, though, she felt a hard one prodding its way expertly into her. She didn't even bother to look up to find out who it was. All she cared about was that it felt good.
Her pussy was wide open and taking that cock in like a big suction cup. Her clit bulged out to catch every sensation, too. She could come any second or wait, it didn't make any difference to her. The guy moved inside her pussy now, slowly at first but gradually moving into high-gear and punching away at her pussy with his rod. He moved in rapid little jerks, pushing his way in as far as it would go, then pulling back out. Donna moved with him, her eyes closed tightly, and thought of nothing but her pussy, her beautiful pussy, growing bigger and getting ready to burst.
Whoever it was started it. He groaned and his cock began to pulsate deep within her pussy. That set off the huge waves of sensation in her cunt. She quaked and writhed madly. Out of her throat came shrill little screams. She reached out and grabbed the flesh of the stud who was standing near her. One of them bent down to kiss her open mouth. And the man who lay on top of her kept pumping away as his last spurts of come went off into her pussy walls.
This is heaven, Donna thought, in the last throes of her massive orgasm. Her cunt tingled for the longest time after the others had gotten up from the bed. She lay there, hugging a pillow to her breast, and moaning softly.
Then she got up and made the deal. They were to be at the Club next Thursday.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Charles Martin was upset Ever since that night when Paulette-or someone he thought was Paulette-had sneaked into his room and fucked him, he had been wondering to himself. When the girl had left, he was not sure who it was. Certain things about her had reminded him of his daughter. And now, as the days had passed and he had seen Anne, talked with her, noted the way that she spoke with him, flirted shamelessly with him, he was positive that it was his daughter whom he had fucked.
What upset him was that he didn't know what to do. What upset him even more was that he felt no guilt, no remorse, and he actually found himself desiring her trim young body again.
He poured himself another drink, then shook his head, trying to knock those thoughts loose from his brain. But still they kept returning. He could feel her soft pussy sucking at his cock while he pumped away in her. And the thought turned him on.
What was he saying? This was his own daughter he was lusting after. Not some stranger. But how could he be sure? Maybe it really was the maid he had fucked after all.
He tossed off the drink, and just then Anne walked into the room. The den was separated from the rest of the house, and Charles used it mostly for work he brought home from the office. Anne seldom entered, and since there was only one door, she must have purposefully come in after him.
"Hello, Daddy," she said innocently. She was wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts. Charles admired his daughter's curvaceous young figure.
Charles pulled his eyes away from her breasts and the spot between her legs before saying hello to the girl. She bounced around the room, flitting from bookcase to desk, to chair, letting her clothing fall loose and not trying to hide her obvious charms. Finally Charles couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over to his daughter and looked her straight in the eyes. "Anne," he began, clearing his throat. "Did you come in my room the other night-last Tuesday to be exact?" He stammered out the rest, trying to be delicate so as not to shock his daughter if it had not been her, but forceful enough to get the truth from her if his worst fears were realized. When he had finished, there was silence in the room for several seconds.
Finally Anne spoke up. "Yes, Daddy, that was me. Didn't you like it?" She moved in closer to him so that her breasts were almost touching against his chest. He could smell her sweet fragrance, and the odor almost drove him to attack her right there.
"That's not the point," he answered, trying to be honest with her.
"But you did like it, didn't you? Well I did too. I love you, Daddy. Really love you. Like a woman. And I want to feel your hardness in me again." And she reached down and stroked him through the material covering the growing bulge in his pants.
He roughly pushed her hand away. "Don't," he said, "please don't." He pleaded with her the way a child would. Wanting her to stop, but not wanting it really.
She paid him no heed and continued to stroke his organ. She moved in closer to him and tried to cover his mouth with hers. The man pushed her away from him, then struck out at her. He was panting hard now, and little beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead. Slowly he watched as the girl stepped out of her clothing. She stood there naked in front of him. "Take me, Daddy," she said, "Make love to your darling little daughter."
Charles couldn't put up with this. His Annie was trying to seduce him. It just couldn't be happening. He tried to think back. Where had he gone wrong? How had he failed in raising her that she would be doing this? Perhaps he had not punished her enough as a child. What do they say about "Spare the rod...." That must be it. Well, he thought, no time like the present to begin.
"Anne," he told her, "I'm afraid that what you've done was wrong and you will have to be made to accept the consequences of your actions." He was trying to be logical, but all this time his cock was jumping and jerking inside his pants.
He walked over to the girl, took her by the arm, and led her to a chair. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off his trousers. Then he sat down and took her over his knees before applying the proper punishment. He slapped her with the leather, easy at first, but then harder. The girl didn't cry out, but red swell marks appeared on her ass where the man touched her with the belt.
And then he stopped. Anne was bracing herself for another blow, but it never came. She looked up at her father, to see him hunched over and silently sobbing to himself. The drink was getting to him now. "What have I done?" he cried out, touching the welts that were rising on the girl's young, soft ass. He touched them, letting his hand explore all over her tender buttock area, not just the spots that were bruised. Anne arched her back and his hand was down by her pussy. "Here," he said innocently, "let me kiss them and make them better." And he bent down and kissed the white skin of her ass cheeks.
Anne slowly turned so that she was lying on her back. Her father continued to lick her, working on her flesh with his tongue and lips. She wasn't sure that this was real, but perhaps he needed this to get over his own feeling of guilt. If this act was enough to do that; she would go along.
Slowly the girl began to remove her father's clothing. He didn't resist but moved his arms and legs to assist her. Then they were both nude, and Anne guided him over to the couch, where they lay down.
She began by kissing him, and he responded wetly and deeply. His tongue probed her mouth and met hers, rubbing against it and sending shivers through her body. Then he began to kiss her all over, her tits, her stomach, and finally down lower to her cunt.
Anne shifted her body before her father began to work on her pussy. They were in the sixty-nine position now, on their sides. His long, plump cock stood straight out from his body, just a few inches from her face. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and let her lips slide down over the head of her father's cock. It seemed so long that she knew that there was no way she would get it all into her mouth, but she was determined to try.
She slowly let the hard, hot piece of meat slide into her mouth, working her head around the head of it, taking in more and more of it. When the head was all the way at the back of her throat, she felt him stiffen, and his hands came over to the back of her head and pressed her forward on his prick. She relaxed the muscles at the back of her throat as much as she could, then let him push, feeling his cock slide deep into her throat, all the way, until her lips were brushing against the ring of hair at the base of his penis. Anne sucked in her cheeks, rubbing them against the sides of his cock, feeling the bumps and ridges, loving it, loving the sensations, especially knowing that this was her-father's organ that she was sucking. She loved the smell and the taste, and she especially loved what her daddy was doing with his tongue down between her legs. Shooting in and out, sucking on her, both of them moaning and quivering, shaking and twisting, as they both reached for the ultimate peak.
She was busy sliding her lips up and down on his long prick, taking her mouth all the way out to the head, biting a little at the ridge behind it, then sliding her lips back down over it again until his hot cock was all the way back, buried once again deep in her throat. She moaned when this happened, licking at the thing in her mouth, making it wet and feeling it begin to throb under her constant attentions. This must have turned on her father even more, because suddenly he was pressing even further and harder against her cunt, his tongue shooting in and out so fast that she thought it was going to catch on fire from the friction. She continued her up-and-down motion on his cock while he gave her pussy a good tongue-lashing. Then suddenly his hips started to jerk up wards, jamming his cock into her mouth and throat so hard that for a moment she thought she was going to gag.
He was going to come, she knew it, and she so much wanted his hot sperm in her pussy. Carefully she withdrew her head from the wildly bucking hips. Her father's cock stood straight up in the air, and she grabbed it with one hand. Propelling him by it, she made him roll over onto his back, and then straddled his body. She raised one leg and positioned herself right over the throbbing, pounding organ. She pushed the head of his prick against the entrance to her little pussy, then sat straight down on his hardness.
In a moment, he was buried deep inside her. His rod was engorged now, pressing at the walls of her pussy, stretching them like she had never felt before. It was good, and she knew that she could not sustain this level of excitement for either one of them too much longer. She began to ride his pole, bouncing up and down, feeling his cockhead pressing deep against her womb as it had pressed against her throat. Her clit was enlarged and swollen, and his hard cock rubbed against it as it made its way in and out of her pussy. Suddenly, that long, hard, hot piece of meat was jumping and pounding and jerking inside her pussy, pouring a boiling-hot flood of come into her womb in long, hard spurts that seemed to hose down the inner walls of her cunt. She heard herself growl, almost like a cat, as her hole began to clutch at his organ, grasping it, sucking it, trying to take it all in. And then she was coming herself. Her whole body seemed to be on fire, burning like someone was running a torch over her skin. Her muscles tightened and knotted as she ground down on his cock, trying to force more and more of his burning fluid from the tip. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, getting stronger with each passing second. Then, after what seemed like hours, it was over. She collapsed in exhaustion on her father, letting her lips find, then explore his mouth. She lay there in his arms for what seemed like an eternity, unable to move. Then she looked up into the man's face.
"Daddy," she said, wanting to know if he would acknowledge her this time without having to play his silly game.
"Yes, my daughter. I know it's you. And I know, now, that you are also a real woman." And he leaned down to kiss her like a real man.
Gary Martin had seen his sister Anne heading off for their father's den and he knew what was going to happen. His own cock was swollen and hard, and he needed a pussy to shove it in. Paulette was gone for the day on errands, and Anne was after Dad. There was no one left to fuck ... except Cindy, the chauffeur's. fifteen-year-old daughter. And with that thought in mind, he headed toward their apartment over the garage.
"Hi, Cindy," he said, looking around to make sure that her father wasn't there. "Long time no see." The girl smiled and asked him in. They talked for a while about how things were going for the girl. Cindy was flattered that Gary would even bother to notice her, since he had considered her "too young" in the past few years. But now, looking at her ripe, fully-developed body, the boy thought that she certainly had grown.
"Hey," he said suddenly, "I've got an idea. Remember how we used to play as kids on hot summer days like this? Well, let's have one of those games again." She knew what he meant. It was an innocent child's game, combined with a way to beat the heat, and usually wound up with both of them nude. But now she was not so sure. Still, he was almost like a brother to her. Surely he meant her no harm. And so she agreed.
The game was a variation on Strip Poker and Twenty Questions. They would take turns asking each other questions. If the answer were right, the questioner had to take off an article of clothing. If wrong, the answerer had to remove something. They played for several rounds and soon both were naked. Then Gary had one more idea.
"I'll ask you a question and whoever wins gets a massage from the other person. Okay?" Cindy agreed, was asked an easy question, and lay down on the bed to claim her prize.
Gary was breathing short, shallow gasps now as his hands began to move over her lovely body. A sudden shock wave coursed through him at the first touch of her skin. But then he controlled himself as he massaged and kneaded her flesh in between his fingers. Little by little the girl began to relax.
Gary was bolder now. She had been lying on her stomach and he had rubbed her back and buttocks. Now he turned her over and her large breasts fell into view. He pressed against the skin of her abdomen, then moved in ever-widening circles until he had begun to touch her on her breasts. The girl tensed and Gary backed off, until she was relaxed once again. Then he tried once more and this time the young female beneath him let him go on.
She was trusting him more now, but also, she could feel her cunt becoming damper. The touch of his fingers on her skin was turning her on. He continued to work on the soft mounds, then slid his hands to the stiff and turgid nipples. He palmed them before taking them in between his fingers and rolling the stiff flesh around, cupping the magnificent flesh in his hands, making her sigh and breathe deeply. She felt now that she could not resist him. She was his to do with as he wished. Cindy had always had a crush on Gary, from the time they were youngsters together, and in a way, this was fulfilling a dream she had long had. Suddenly the boy lowered his head to her taut nipples and sucked one inside his mouth. He bit gently on it, then kissed it. And the combination of pleasure and pain made the girl thrash about on the bed.
Opening his mouth wide, Gary sucked in more of that lovely tittie. Meanwhile, he cupped the breast with his hands, pressing and squeezing the flesh. His tongue worked to coat the white skin with a glistening bath of saliva. Then, when she thought she could stand it no more, he moved abruptly to the other tit, licking its cap, sucking the skin inside his mouth, kneading the flesh.
He boldly moved his hand down her body, over her abdomen, and onto her furry pubic region. He cupped it in his palm before, carefully, slowly hooking a finger under the soft pink lips. "Oooooohhhhh," she cried out. She was his now. No longer was there any doubt. He had only to try and he could do anything with her body. He inserted a linger into her dripping pussy and gently rubbed it back and forth across the clitoris.
Cindy was rolling her head back and forth across the pillows now. Her body trembled under his nimble strokes. She felt that she was on fire. His fingers left little flames wherever they touched her. Involuntarily she spread her legs, begging to fill her with his maleness, to make her a woman.
Gary knew that she was still a virgin, and he continued to use his hand to prepare her pussy for his cock. When it was good and ready, wet and dripping with her cunt juices, enough to lubricate the passage for even his huge organ, he climbed onto the bed.
He knelt between her legs. His prick bobbed straight up in the air, long and hard, with tiny bluish veins popping out of its surface. Cindy knew what he was going to do with it, and she longed for it to happen soon. She wanted to become an adult. Tomorrow she would no longer be a child. He moved his cock towards her. The smooth head slid against her thigh as he inched his way up towards her untouched slit. Soon he would be entering her. Soon he would crush her virginity with his hard prick. The tip had already passed the puckered opening of her pussy, titillating the inner walls with its fullness. Cindy opened her legs as wide as they would go, and she arched her hips, trying to help him get inside of her quickly. He moved forward, filling her virginal channel with his wide prick. It moved along deeper and deeper, and then with one sudden lunge, the boy had broken past her maidenhead. The pain was startling, but soon gave way to a curious sort of feel in her belly. "Yeessss," she cried out, as he began to move in her, pulling his cock back, then pushing it in again. He moved slowly, taking only short strokes, letting her get used to his organ. She was taking it all, though, and soon he began to move more rapidly, plunging deeply into her channel, letting his cock be swallowed by her grasping, clasping cunt lips. Her hips moved instinctively, meeting his rhythm, taking his thrusts. She clamped her legs about him and held his face to her with her arms. They rode on and on like this for a long time, and only after he was certain that the girl had begun exploding in her first-fuck orgasm, did the boy shoot his wad deep into her pussy.
Later that night, Gary lay in his room, thinking. His mind kept coming back to one thought. The only female in the entire household he had not yet fucked was his mother.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Big Day had finally come. It was Thursday, or Orgy Day, as Vanessa had been calling it all week. The woman was beside herself with excitement. She kept talking about it, asking Donna questions, cursing herself for not going to the "tryout" session herself. "Isn't it just wonderful?" she kept asking over and over. Of course, Donna had done her best to perk up her interest. She had repeated in detail the mininstrations that had been performed on her that day. How the group had made her the center of attention, how they had filled her every hole with a huge piece of meat. A cock in either hand, one in her mouth, and finally, a huge one buried deep in her pussy. How could anyone not be excited after all of that?
The girls had made preparations down to the last detail for their gathering. They had made sure the Club rooms would be cleared after four p.m. (members were allowed to reserve the entire Club for special parties-and the women would make sure this one was special); they had arranged the furniture so that all of the soft mats, chaises, and lounge chairs were close together, forming a sort of huge mattress upon which the group could romp; and they had prepared themselves, talking about the experience to come, thinking about it, getting turned on by it.
Jack had called earlier in the day to tell Donna that his "crew" for the evening would be a different group than the ones she had seen. But he promised her they would be just as good. Vanessa had been a bit disappointed at first; she had wanted to feel Tom's cock inside her moist cheeks as she chewed and sucked on the organ, but Donna had assured her that Jack was a man of his word. After that the other woman had settled back to await the arrival of her all-male stud factory.
"Where do you think they are?" Vanessa asked worriedly. "You don't think they won't show, do you?" She was very anxious, and Donna felt strange taking the lead and calming her down. In all their other sexual encounters, it had been Vanessa who had shown the way. Donna felt good about the change. It showed her that she was finally coming into full womanhood. And then they were there. Four of them, dressed in jeans and sweaters or shirts, and, as had been requested, wearing masks. Donna un locked the front door and let them in, and surveyed their bodies admiringly as they strode into the room. She could hardly wait to see them naked. And so she ordered them to strip as soon as they got into the other room.
Vanessa squealed when she saw the four naked bodies walking towards her. They were all built and hung so well that she just couldn't hold back her delight. Somehow, this normally sophisticated woman was acting like a teen-ager about to be fucked for the first time. Donna couldn't blame her, though, in a sense it was her first time. No woman could know what it is like until she had the attentions of four sexy, passionate studs.
Donna immediately wanted to get their names, but then she remembered that was one of the rules of the Club-no names. So she dubbed them by what she saw. There was Sun tan, Hairy Chest, Tattoo and the Beard. And suddenly, as she sat down, they all were coming towards her. "No," she ordered, "take Van- ... the other woman first." And the group abruptly turned around and headed off in Vanessa's direction. She waited for them, wide-mouthed in anticipation, barely able to keep her body from trembling.
They began immediately. The Beard promptly moved around to her front and took his cock in his hand before shoving it in her mouth. Vanessa took it gratefully, sucking on the organ, chewing it, letting it swell inside her until her lips were stretched out to get around it. Tattoo, in the meantime, slipped around underneath Vanessa and be gan lapping at her pussy. Vanessa was on all fours now, her breasts hanging down, and it was exciting to see the studs working on her. Suntan was feeling up her tits, sucking on them, licking them, then pinching the nipples between his fingers. Vanessa began to moan and groan, but never once letting the cock out of her mouth or moving so that the others could not reach any of her vital parts. Finally, Hairy Chest moved up behind the woman, dislodged her from her spot, and shoved his long, fully erect cock straight into her teeming pussy. The woman gasped, then began to ride his pole, keeping his rhythm. In the next instant, the Beard was back at his spot, his huge organ fucking away at Vanessa's mouth. And then, the men moved her over on her side, and Tattoo moved in from behind. He took his long rod in his hand and placed the tip on the puckered hole of the woman's anus. He lubricated the organ with his spit, and then, slowly and carefully filled her back door with his hardness.
Vanessa thought she would come right then. It hurt at first, but gradually the pleasure sensations took over. She was having a hard time breathing now, and not just because of the huge penis that filled her mouth. She was gasping and panting, writhing and thrashing. The rhythms built up-in her cunt, in her mouth, in her asshole. She was being filled from all directions; she couldn't stand it any longer, she was commmiinnggggg!
The studs continued to work on her. She was like a rag doll impaled on their rods, and they were able to do anything they wanted with her. She came again, then, exhausted, settled back to let them have their way. She relaxed, letting the sensations from the three pricks fill her mind and body. She could concentrate on nothing else. She rode them, rode them all, feeling their erections penetrate her every hole, until she came again and again and again on wave after wave of pure pleasure.
Donna sat transfixed on her chaise, watching all of what was going on and fingering herself. She was getting hot just watching her friend enjoy herself, seeing the cocks moving in and out of her, hearing the grunts and moans of pleasure, smelling the odors of sex. Suddenly she looked up and saw Sun tan standing over her. She smiled at him, then her gaze descended to where his cock stuck out from his body in its fullness and maleness. She had liked him the most from the moment they had all entered the room. He looked a little familiar to her, Donna thought. Perhaps he was one of the ones who had done such a good job on her at their first session. She tried to remember, but the memories of the day were hazing. She could only remember the magnificent sensations she had felt.
He moved in a little closer and the woman instinctively reached out and took his prick in her hand. It sprang instantly to life, growing even as she cupped it. Wow, she thought, this one is really turned on-to me! Well, let's do something about that. She slipped the head of his giant cock past her lips and began to suck. She moved slowly at first, not sure that she could take it all in. The wet saltiness filled her throat, and she tugged on the organ with her lips, letting her tongue swirl around the underside of the shaft inside her mouth.
She bobbed her head on him for several minutes, getting a mouth fuck that sent the juices pouring out of her cunt and trickling down her leg. The boy grabbed her by the head caressingly, and pulled her face onto his cock, then backed it off, almost establishing her rhythm pattern for her. And then the cock began to swell inside her mouth, the veins popping out and pounding against her cheeks. He was going to come. This young stud was about to end her pleasure by shooting his hot sticky load down her throat. She tried to stop, tried to pull her head away, but the boy wouldn't let her. He grabbed her hair with both his strong hands and held her in place. He continued to pump his organ in and out of her mouth, forcing himself down her throat, then pulling out until just the tip of his cock was covered by her soft, wet lips. He plunged again and again, in and out of her mouth, letting his cock act as if it had a will of its own. He was using her to come, and he was succeeding. A few more strokes and his hot, throbbing meat exploded inside her oral cavity.
The white liquid spewed out from the tip of his penis, shooting far back against her throat. Donna thought she was going to gag, the boy came so powerfully, and so much. And when she had drunk it all down, he let her pull her mouth away, but before she had a chance to speak, he kissed her, tasting his own salty fluids.
Then he began to caress her entire body with his tongue. He explored her skin with his hot, wet little kisses, moving down her neck, then starting at the curve of her breasts. He kissed the flesh there and felt that it was burning hot. The woman grabbed one breast in her hand and shoved it up in his face. The tits rested against his mouth for an instant, and then he slipped his wet tongue over it. The skin came to life, and the nipples hardened even as he bit and sucked and licked them.
He hated to leave her breasts, but slowly he moved lower and lower, across the smooth skin of her stomach and to the dew-covered mound of hair that surrounded her pussy. He lingered there, letting the hairs tickle his lips before taking her legs, one in each hand, and spreading them apart. Then he got in between them, sitting on the ground in front of the woman, she on the chair, his face between her thighs.
Her cunt was hot now and dripping with her own juices. He reached over and spread the pink lips, exposing the soft little clit that was so sensitive. The boy played with it for a while, making the woman want to cringe with pleasure. But then he replaced his exploring digit with his tongue.
The first touch of the lad's mouth sent shock waves through Donna's body. This was-unreal, unlike anything she had felt before. Even with the four men, it was different. This was so caring....And then she was lost in the sea of pleasure as the young stud sent his tongue darting inside her pussy lips.
His mouth was pressed against the opening of her hole, and he nibbled at the flesh that pulsated against his lips. Meanwhile his tongue was darting in and out of her slit, pushing its way into her pussy, moving around once inside, and then retreating, only to begin the exquisite trip all over again. He used his tongue like a finger, caressing her soft clit, tickling it and bringing up sensations of pleasure in her body. She couldn't stand this much longer, she knew, and with a few licks more, the boy drove her over the edge of consciousness. She howled, clutching him by the ears and driving her trembling cunt cruelly against his mouth. And then she came, her body quaking with convulsive spasms of pleasure. The boy held onto her pussy with his mouth, although her rocking and shaking almost made him lose his mask.
And when she had settled down, the boy stood up, his cock hard once again. He pushed the only half-conscious woman back on the chair and stepped between her legs. His long prick was pointing towards her love channel, where just moments ago he had fucked her with his tongue. He brought it closer and the shaft rubbed against her sweet inner thigh. The head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to her pussy now, seeking admittance. The boy lurched forward just a bit, and the folds of skin at the opening to the cunt spread apart.
Now the tip was in and the shaft was inching its way along the passageway. The slow exquisite sensations were driving the woman wild. She tried to control herself but couldn't. Instead, she reached up with her legs, clamped them around the boy's trim waist, and pulled him to her. At the same time, she arched her back, forcing her hips upward. Their groins mashed against one another, and their hairs of the pubic regions intertwined, they were that close. His long cock was buried deeply inside her now, and his balls were pressing up against her anus.-Slowly the boy began to move. He pulled back so that only the end of his prick remained inside her channel. Then he lunged forward, trying to drive his cock all the way into her belly. The thrusts were long and tantalizing, rubbing against her pussy walls and her sensitive clit. His cock was long and wide, and it touched her everywhere inside.
They rode together like that forever. The woman encircled the boy with her arms. They kissed deeply and wetly and lovingly. All the while his cock kept pumping and stroking her, in and out, back and forth. They rocked and thrashed about on the chaise. The soft leather underneath clung to Donna's sweaty body, but she didn't care. All she wanted was his cock, buried deeply inside her, to never go away.
She was on the verge of yet another come. He kept pounding her with his prick, using it to stroke her clit and to bring her over the edge once more. She wanted to hold back, but she knew she couldn't. He crushed her with his weight, and she clung to him now, her arms around his chest, her legs around his waist, her mouth clamped onto his, and her pussy filled with his sweet, lovely cock.
She held onto him for all she was worth. This one was going to be a volcano. She could feel it, starting deep in her toes and working its way up through her entire body. She knew that when she came, she would be seized by shock waves and convulsions like she had never felt before. And then the boy plunged deep into her hole a few more times, driving her over the edge.
The stud was close, too. He knew that it would be an effort for him to hold back much longer. And then the woman started to come, and her cunt grasped his pole, caressing it, sucking it inside her, lapping at the outer, taut skin. And his own orgasm flooded her passage with hot globs of his love juice. He shot off again and again, filling her with his cream, his cock throbbing and pounding, his. head reeling, almost unable to remain conscious.
Donna lay there under him for several moments. Then she looked up at his masked face, and she reached up, pulling the dark fabric off his head. Suddenly her smiled faded, and she turned away in horror. The stud, the young boy she had been fucking and sucking, who had come twice in her, was no one else but her own son, Gary.
She couldn't speak. She didn't know what to do or say. How could this have happened? She hadn't known who it was, but he had; she wore no mask. He had seen it was his mother, and he had pursued her anyway.
And then the story came out. Gary told her how he had come after her and why. They all missed her at home-Dad and Anne and he himself. And he told her how they had all joined together to form their swinging little incest clan, and how they wanted her, too.
Donna looked over to where Vanessa was still writhing with the three guys. She was saying good-bye to all of this. She realized that she didn't need it now. She no longer had use for a sex club. Not when she had one waiting for her at home.
They got up and dressed and walked out the door. She was returning to the warm bosom of her family, her husband with his hard cock, her son who turned out to be quite a mother-fucker after all, and her daughter. Who knows what will develop next, she thought as she closed the door for the last time. I'm going back to my family, to my wonderful, ever-lovin' family....
